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“I put in 1095, but it won’t turn off!” Dennis shrieks, trying to be heard over the sound of the alarm. He knows that he didn’t get the numbers wrong because he’s staring right at them on the crumpled sticky note. “What am I doing wrong?”
“Did you push the off button?”
Dennis looks at the keypad, not seeing anything that says Off. “What?!”
“Put the code in and push the pound sign after.”
Dennis does as he’s told, except, in his panic, he hits the asterisk instead. “Shit.”
“It’s the hashtag,” Robby says, sounding entirely put out.
“I know what a pound sign is,” Dennis grumbles, hitting the button and noticing the word Off in the smallest font known to man under the #.
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Or, 5 times Dennis sets off Robby's alarm, + 1 time Robby does it himself.
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08 Jul 2026
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obsessed with coincidental fate this fic was so yummy
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The conference itself would’ve been bad enough on its own. Three days in Virginia Beach with physicians from across the East Coast attending lectures and networking events and social hours that nobody actually wanted to participate in. But no, PTMC had also agreed to some commemorative panel recognizing the one-year anniversary of Pittfest.
Meaning Robby somehow ended up scheduled the next day to accept a departmental honor recognizing “exceptional leadership and emergency response coordination during mass casualty management.” There would apparently also be a plaque. A shiny new plaque to hang in the ED. Because nothing helped process collective trauma like polished wood and engraved brass.
Or, Robby is selected to sit on a conference panel commemorating Pittfest and accept an award on behalf of PTMC. (Inspired by the photo of Noah Wyle looking *lovingly* at a picture of Gerran/Dennis)
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- Part 12 of Hucklerobby Fics
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06 Jun 2026
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"The pedes consult for the kid in South 6," he said, aiming for casual and landing somewhere in the vicinity of really fucking obvious. "Do we know who's coming down?"
Dana continued typing. "Someone from pedes."
"Yes, but who from pedes?"
"Does it matter?"
"I'd like to know who I'm working with. For-” Robby waved his hands around. “-continuity purposes." Robby hoped that wasn’t as pathetic as it sounded.
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04 Jun 2026
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this is like the perfect pedes characterization for denny i love this so much MORE PATHETIC CRUSHING AND YEARNING OLD MAN ROBBY FOR THE YOUNG CUTE PEDES ATTENDING PLEASSEEEEEE
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“You walk out of that door and we’re done. We’re nothing.” Robby threatens as Dennis is about to push the glass doors open, the privacy curtain open for everyone to see now.
Dennis is a doctor now and with that comes the knowledge that this is the right thing to do. Robby needs help. Professional help.
“We’re nothing either way, Michael.” Dennis ignores the way his voice cracks around itself, “I’d rather lose you and have you alive.”
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Or: Dennis Whitaker files the 302 form for his current situationship-slash-boss.
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31 May 2026
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“Hey, Doctor Abbot.” Dennis said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Can I speak with you about something before you go?”
Jack turned toward him immediately, following him back to the break room. “Everything okay?”
“I… don’t know.” He hesitated. “I’m concerned. About Robby.”
Something flickered across Jack’s face. For a moment, it was unmistakably grave, but just as quickly, he smoothed it over. “Why do you say that?”Or, Dennis sounds the alarm, and Robby’s 3-month sabbatical turns into a 2-month psychiatric hold.
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- Part 4 of Hucklerobby Fics