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A place to drop all my random fandom nonsense.....Enjoy, I guess.

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Welcome to the Blog!

I'm the random of fandom. What fandom? Almost any fandom!

I mainly do Call of Duty, TMNT, and The Pitt. I am open to other fandoms too. Singing is also a hobby of mine. I do throw snippets of covers here and there.

I don't want to divulge too much on me personally. All you need to know is my name is Pen, my pronouns are she/her, I have a job, and I enjoy creating stories.

Requests? OPEN

Thoughts? Accepted

Have fun reading!

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Fun Fact!

Did you know that I have a blog about my Renaissance Fair adventures?

It's right here @singingpenelope

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Part 2 to this post

MORE QUESTIONS!

- So if BEN Drowned is canonically 10, and Jeff the Killer is 13 or 16 depending on canon, why are they shipped together? (platonically and romantically) Jeff is gonna catch a case 👀👀👀

- I specifically remember a weird time frame where Sally was shipped with Slenderman....anybody remember the fanart of that or just me?

- Speaking of Sally, in her original story she gets killed by her uncle out in an abandoned parking lot (?). Then there's a time skip in the story where she haunts a random dude in a house. I wonder how Slenderman got her to follow him to the "SlenderMansion"?

- Anybody remember the oddly specific creepypasta YouTubers? You know? Baptisimonfire? Puppet Strings?

- Why did the fandom make Ticci Toby annoying AF? Like bro, go listen to David Near's version of Toby and respectfully quiet down.

- Of all the games BEN could've possessed, why Majora's Mask? Been curious about that.

- Also, do we know why Masky and Ticci Toby had a slight feud? (both in some canon and fandoms alike)

- Did Slenderman have a favorite proxy?

And why was it Masky?

- Why did a majority of creepypasta creators wind up being terrible people? (This is a current question I have for the void)

- Why was Clockwork and Ticci Toby shipped together? Toby's story had nothing to do with time, but moreso it was an abelist 'nickname'.

- What is Nurse Ann's backstory? I was so confused

- Was Judge Angels the product of a Rosemary's Baby situation? I always wondered that.

- Speaking of, why was she given the edgy Raqpunzel backstory minus the long golden hair? That's how it always read to me.

- Why was she shipped with The Bloody Painter so much? Again, neither stories had anything to tie them together as a cohesive pairing. Same with Toby and Clockwork.

- Anybody remember Slenderman originating from Alabama for some reason? We could've had a faceless scarecrow-esque Slenderman in a different universe!

- As someone from the South who likes poking fun at Southern stereotypes....the Slendercest group makes a lot more sense with that context (*cue Sweet Home Alabama playing in the background*)

Okay okay, I'm done! (For now 👀) If I have any more questions, then I'll be sure to scream into the void.

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Thinking back on my middle school Creepypasta phase, and I have SO MANY QUESTIONS!

- Why was the headcannon for Jeff the Killer just him being a jerk?

- What started the whole "Ticci Toby likes waffles" bit?

- Furthermore, why was it that both Masky and Hoodie (primarily Masky) were obsessed with cheesecake? Like why?

- Where did Offenderman come from? And why were kids (CHILDREN!) shipping their OC's with him?

- How did we get the Jeff the Killer and Eyeless Jack bromance? Seriously? Who started that?

- Why hasn't anyone tried rewriting classic creepypastas? If Jeff the Killer got a 2016 revamp, why didn't some others get it?

- I personally wished someone would rewrite Clockwork: Your Time Is Up, but that's just me. The original wasn't cohesive and relied on poor shock value.

- Sonic.exe? That's it, that's the question.

- Yes I did the Bad Creepypasta reading drinking game of Sonic.exe. No, I don't regret it.

- Why did everyone and their mother make a "(blank) the Killer" OC? Why would you base your OC off of Jeff of all Pastas.

- I never understood how, out of all the "Blank" the killer OCs, Nina was the more popular one.

- Why did Jane the Killer get thrown into the mix?

- Why did Jeff's brother (Homicidal Liu) survive the knife attack?

- Who is Zalgo and why do I remember a whole war between him and Slenderman?

- Why was Laughing Jack so violent? Seriously?

- Whose idea was it to create Laughing Jill? Where did she come from? Where did she go? Where did she come from Cotten-eyed Joe?

I will probably have more questions as time goes on, but this was a start.

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Heyyyyyy you guys remember this post? Welp, here's the beginning.

I'll Go Back To You (Raphael x Southern!Reader)

*Your P.O.V.*

Today marks my first month in The Big Apple. Who knew it would be so, different? The hustle and bustle on the streets really does take my breath away sometimes. It's like everybody is running out of time to get where they need to go. Nobody told me how loud it would be. Traffic is definitely the worst. I have to survive two years of this in order to graduate college. Surely I'll make it, I've survived worse things in life. All I can hope for is that I make it through schooling, get my degree, and head back home. I'm going to need a mental reset after all is said and done. By "mental reset", I mean sitting on my parents' back porch watching the stars as the night drones on with the sounds of crickets chirping and barn owls screeching. It's weird to think I went through with this. The sudden relocation and change of pace from everything I already knew. It was inevitable, especially nowadays, but it doesn't make it any less uncomfortable.

I decided to go on a walk tonight. The white noise in my apartment was a little too loud for me, and I needed some fresh air anyways. The streets were a lot more bare at night. Barely anybody was out, but I think that's only because certain areas have a curfew. I read a couple articles earlier today about this gang called the Purple Dragons. Apparently they're really bad dudes, and their activity increases around the evening. I thought I'd get lucky and have another peaceful walk down a couple streets.

I was wrong. Oh so wrong.

I walked past an alleyway before I heard someone tearfully begging for their life. The sobs hit me and I knew I had to do something or I'd be a possible witness or the next victim. I saw a lead pipe on the ground, no larger than a baton. I picked it up and hit it against the brick wall and shouted to leave the old man alone.

"Or what? You wanna be next on the chopping block?" A deep, raspy voice answered from the darkness.

"Wouldn't say all of that. Gotta catch me first!" I replied as I made a break for it.

I ran for what felt like hours, but could've been mere minutes. I couldn't lead them back to my apartment, and I couldn't remember where the closest police station was located. I kept running with a tinge of regret. Maybe this is how I go out. Trying to be a hero, only to fall flat on my face. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard a different voice shouting from behind me.

"Hey Skipper! You gonna quit runnin' or are you tryin' to beat a record?"

That voice caught me off guard.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around to see what was possibly the guy who had been chasing me for the past few moments lying on the ground unconscious. I looked around and saw noone in sight, but it didn't hurt to thank whoever it was that stopped me from being on the news tomorrow morning.

I knew I probably looked stupid talking to a person that wasn't even there...until I got a response.

"Don't mention it. What's with the pipe anyways?"

I completely forgot I was clutching the pipe in my right hand.

"Oh you know? Just in case he got close enough for me to swing on'em" I replied.

"I don't think he would've gotten close. You were meters ahead of him." The voice said back.

"That fast huh? Maybe I should've applied for the track team in high school."

That apparently got a chuckle out of whoever it was I was talking to.

"You are definitely something. You live around here?"

I looked around where I was and clocked where I was.

"Actually yeah. About four or five blocks down from here. Why? You wanna walk me home?" I questioned.

"Well, I don't want you runnin' into those punks again. So yeah, I'll walk you home."

"Where are you anyways? It feels like I'm talking to my shadow at this point."

"Good. You wouldn't like what you'd see anyways."

"Who said?"

"I did."

"You don't even know me."

"It doesn't matter who you are. Everybody has the same reaction."

"What if I'm different?"

"You won't be."

"Try me."

"Not showin' you nothing."

"Why do ya gotta be so difficult?"

"Never said I was easy."

"Clearly not."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know."

"You don't know anything about me."

"Now we're on the same page. I haven't even gotten your name......forget it! I'm walking home by myself and if I run into another Purple Dragon, then I'll take'em on without your help!" I shouted, getting frustrated with each passing minute spent talking to the mysterious voice.

"It's Raphael!" He shouted as I started walking back home.

I stopped and looked behind me. There stood a giant, looming figure just out of sight of the street lamp a few feet in front of him. There was a type of ruggedness to him from just his figure alone that intrigued me.

"Okay, Raphael. Nice to meet you, and thanks again for saving me back there." I spoke.

"No worries. I still haven't got your name though."

"How about I see you first and actually introduce myself properly."

"You're not giving this up are you? I told you, you won't like what you see."

"Come on, try me. Please?" I plead as I stick my hand out for a handshake.

"Alright! Don't say I didn't warn you Skipper." He said as he moved towards the light shining from the street lamp.

The first thing I saw was his hand. It was massive compared to mine. Then there were the green scales, the three fingers, the rough callouses I felt on his palm in mine. I moved my gaze towards his face. Yes, he was a turtle, but honestly? He looked nice. There were faint scars that could only be seen if the light hit them just right. His red bandana brought out the vibrancy of his green eyes. He looked down at me with a look that I could only make out as him bracing for the worst.

"Ya know? You were really holding out on me Raphael. Didn't know you were good looking." I said, half-jokingly.

He gave me a confused and shocked look.

"You mean it? You're not scared of seeing a freak of nature like me?"

"Oh please! You make it sound like you didn't just save my ass a few minutes ago. I don't consider you a freak of nature. Seriously? Why would I be scared of the person who stepped in and helped me?" I explained.

Raphael stood there in silence before breaking it with asking if he could walk me home. I agreed to it and we did just that. It was a quick walk so there wasn't much else said in that span of time. Once I got to my door, Raphael asked me for my phone. I took it out and handed it to him, puzzled. He swiped around and tapped on the screen for a few seconds before handing it back to me.

"If anything happens, you can call me. Don't need you running across the city because I wasn't there." He sort of mumbled before leaving into the pitch black of night.

Once I was in my apartment and had gotten ready for bed, I flopped onto the bed and sent him a short and sweet text message.

"Thank you for tonight. The name's (Y/N) btw. Same thing tomorrow?"

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I started writing that Raph fic. And honestly? I hate starting the story. But I did pull off a good quip from Raph though.

"Hey Skipper! You gonna quit runnin' or are tryin' to beat a record?"

This first chapter will be the death of me. Currently writing it on Wattpad, but I'll post it here when it's done.

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Broooooooooo

If I wrote a fic about Raphael meeting a Southern girl who was only in New York for college, but wound up falling in love with him and staying in the city for a while until a family emergency forces her back home and she and Raph have a long distance relationship for a brief time, and suprise! She finds out she's pregnant, but that brief time became a longer time because of a Kranng invasion barring New York off from everyone. All while she deals with pregnancy alone and the letters from Raphael are the only things keeping her going. THEN she finds out she's having triplets during the delivery. Now she's a "single mother" raising three turtle-human hybrids in the country far away from other humans until she gets a letter from Raph saying New York is finally safe for her to come back. At this point the children are about 3 or 4 years old so it's road trip time! The best part? Raph doesn't know he's a father until she comes back to New York with three children who try and sneak attack him.

Would y'all read that?

You'd definitely read it, right?

Chapter One Right Here

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Throwing this out there!

What if Splinter was so hard on Leo and Raph in the 2012 series because he didn't want history to repeat itself.

Think about it. Leo and Raph act like Yoshi and Saki when they were younger. Splinter could see the animosity from the moment it started and chose to be harder on both of them for the sake of them not becoming enemies later on in life.

Now, do I think Splinter had some questionable parenting tactics?

........yes.

But, did it help them mature and grow past their jealousy and anger toward one another?

Also, yes.

Short TED Talk, but thank you for reading.

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There are two types of people:

One who will play COD: Modern Warfare III

One who will read fanfiction of COD: Modern Warfare III

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What do I get for my birthday?

Notes!: use of the song Big Mama by Latto, Jack is such an adoring boyfriend, reader goes by the stage-name Royalty, explicit song lyrics, mild flirting, established relationship.

Jack Abbott x Popstar!Reader

It was another day at PTMC, and Dr. Jack Abbott was about to lose it. He had gotten a message from his lovely popstar of a girlfriend earlier in the day that she would be releasing a song today, but didn't say when it would drop. He refreshed all of his feeds to see if you had posted the song yet to no avail. It wasn't until his shift started that a collective gasp from Santos and Javadi caught him off guard.

"Royalty dropped a new song!" Santos exclaimed as she rushed to Princess' bluetooth speaker to play it.

Almost all of the women in the ED gathered around to hear the new release while Jack stayed in the back of the crowd. Robby and Shen joined him in the back as the song started.

"You make it hard to talk about you,

Like what I see so I'm workin' my moves.

You give me butterflies,

You the one fuck them other guys,

at the start I told a couple lies,

but after that I swear I really tried,

Kept it real about my past fellas and I hope you're never thinkin' otherwise

Sometimes, my mind takes me places and I wonder why

Why the fuck you got two phones? What you doin' on that other line?

Shit, better be some money talk or some beef talk or another vibe

I don't play about a side bitch and you heard me say about a hundred times

Let me try and keep it sexy for you, we can talk about that another time"

"I wonder what her boyfriend does? She always talks highly of him, but two phones? That's a little bit of a red flag to me." Whitaker spoke up causing Santos to pause the song and give him a look.

"Are you done talking? I want to listen to this song in all of its glory. We can theorize later." Santos snapped. Whitaker whispered a quick sorry before the song resumed. Jack knew why there were two phones. One was his personal cell phone, and the other was his pager phone for the hospital. Was he going to say anything? Hell no. As far as his fellow doctors were concerned his only exposure to this particular popstar was from work alone.

"Love your ass in the worst way, let you hit it on the first date

What you gonna do for Big Mama, for real?

What do I get for my birthday?

What do I get for my birthday?

What do I get for my birthday?

What do I get for my birthday?

You gotta put in some work today

Can you please do the most for me 'cause I'm sprung? (Sprung for you)

Can you give me some good dick 'til I cum? (Cum for you)

Then can you make me nut again, where's your tongue?

Can I please get a pink Glock with a drum? (Pow, pow, pow)

If you can go another round then we ain't done

I'ma fuck you 'til we see the sun

Drinking out the bottle 'til this shit is done

On some Andre 3K shit, man, where the fuck are my panties at?

'Cause I ain't wearin' none, I ain't wearin' none

I ain't wearin' none, I ain't wearin' none"

Jack immediately rushes to the front of the crowd and shuts the speaker off.

"Okay that's enough for the night. We've got patients to take care of. Let's get to work." Jack said as the rest of doctors looked disappointed.

The rest of his shift went on as it normally would. When seven A.M. hit, he was ready to go home and probably listen to the rest of the song. That was, until Santos walked in and turned on the hub's TV.

"What's got you all eager for the TV?" Dana asked.

"Royalty has an interview on the Morning Show and she might finally talk about her mystery man." Santos explained as she flipped through the channels before finding the right one.

Everyone gathered around the TV, Jack included, and listened as Royalty entered the picture.

"So you released Big Mama last night and it has taken the world by storm in hours. But this begs the question, who is your mystery man?" The interviewer asked.

The popstar laughed along with the hosts before settling her composure.

"Well, the only things you guys need to know is that he's a doctor, he's handsome, he's mine, and I will be seeing him this weekend. If he's watching, I love you and I hope your shift went well." She said blowing kisses at the camera and waving.

Everybody in the Pitt was losing it, except Jack.

"She's dating a doctor?!" Javadi shouted.

"Hey Shen, look at that. You might actually have a shot." Ellis joked.

Jack looked at Robby, giving him that look of "you take it from here, I'm heading out". Robby nodded his head and patted him on the back before he went to wrangle his pittlings.

Jack made it home and immediately crashed on the couch from exhaustion. He then sat up to take his prosthetic off. He breathed a sigh of relief after taking off the silicone sleeve and fell back on the couch. Five minutes later, his phone pinged with a text message from his famous girlfriend.

"Did you listen to the song?"

Jack smiled before replying

"I listened to enough of it to know what I'm getting you for your birthday."

His phoned dinged again.

"Oh really? Good to know. I bet you watched the interview too before your shift ended?"

"Yes I did. The whole ER thinks they have a shot now."

"You know I want to meet them someday. Maybe when I perform in Pittsberg I'll pass out VIP tickets to celebrate them."

Jack's heart stopped. He knew you were the one since the first day you two met, and you were proving again why he fell in love with you.

"If you do, let me know so I can be prepared."

"Prepared for what?"

"The fangirling until they get to the venue."

You laughed at Jack's message before typing.

"Well then, you better get some rest then Dr. Can't have you complaining about your migrains coming back because you want to see me so bad."

"You're right doll. I'll sleep until you get home. Be safe, and I love you."

"I love you too Jackie boy."

Jack tossed his phone to the other side of the couch before pulling a blanket up and went to sleep.

He knew when you got back home he was going to finally give you that ring that has been sitting in his dresser drawer since you guy's third date. Four years was long enough.

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Part 7 has arrived!

Back to the Beginning!

Hand-offs were a bit more tense than usual. The whole time Robby was explaining to Jack about the patients still in the ED Jack had this scowl on his face like Robby personally offended him (he did).

"You okay brother? Something bothering you?" Robby asked.

"Yeah, there is. I overheard you talking to that liason girl. Why did you say that stuff to her, man? Don't you tell your residents that belittling and insulting are not good teaching tools?" Jack started, "She's probably been busting her ass since she walked in this morning and that is how you end her shift? It's really harsh if you ask me."

"There was a patient that had a four inch laceration to their forearm, and we had nothing to close it with. What if it was something worse? What if that patient was actively bleeding out? I don't understand why you're taking up for her? This is only the first day of her being down here and already causing us problems." Robby said.

"Problems? You think that was a problem? You think that she meant to do that? Do you know how long it takes for something to be sterilized? An hour, scratch that, an hour and a half for cool down. Maybe if you'd actually communicate with her instead of seeing her as a problem, then you would get a lot more shit done besides complaining. Now go home and work on that apology." Jack ended his long-winded defense as Robby watched him walk away until he was out of sight.

The next day Jack waited at his usual spot outside the hospital. Robby caught a glimpse of Jack standing by the ambulance bay as if he were waiting for someone. So he decided to go and stand with his friend.

"A bit cold out this morning huh?" Robby spoke while Jack nodded his head.

"Did you work on that apology?" Jack asked.

"Are you still upset about that?" Robby said, turning his full body towards Jack with his arms crossed.

"Not upset, just disappointed in your words." Jack snipped back.

Before Robby could get another word out, he could hear the ever-growing sound of music blaring as it made its way towards the hospital. Both men watched the dark gray car make its way up to the hospital before turning into the parking garage. Robby looks at Jack before clearing his throat.

"I guess you'll be leaving to go find your mystery woman?"

"No, she's coming up here. It's about time you meet her. Kept her hidden for too long." Was all Jack replied with.

They stood waiting until they hear someone humming a softened version of the song that was just playing. Once she was in sight, Jack smiled bigger than Robby has ever seen. Meanwhile, Robby's jaw dropped.

It was her.

She marched her way up to the two men before being engulfed in a tight embrace by Jack. All while Robby stands in shock.

"Good morning to you too, love." She says, taken back by Jack's actions.

"Good morning. I was just talking with Robby here about that apology he owes you." He says giving Robby the side-eye.

"Right, um...(Y/N) I'm really sorry for the things I said to you yesterday. I was stressed, and worried, and you shouldn't have been on the recieving end of that. Which reminds me," he says reaching into his jacket pocket, "I made up a list of instruments that need to be cleaned and processed as soon as you get them." He hands her a piece of paper with the instruments listed out on it.

She takes the paper and holds it in her grasp.

"Sweet! A turnover list! Thanks Dr. Robby." She exclaims before giving Jack a quick kiss and walking into the building.

Once she was inside, Robby gave Jack a look.

"Why didn't you tell me she was your girlfriend?" He asked.

"You never asked, and I never felt the need to tell you. Until you disrespected her." Jack smirked as he walked off.

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It is Part 6 my dudes...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH

Lost? Here's the Start

After the delightful news of her slight promotion and getting things done in her department, she decided to make her way down to the ER with freshly sterilized trays neatly placed onto a cart.

The hussle and bussle was a lot to take in at first glance, but she managed to find their newly designed clean room across from the scrub locker. She looked at the almost vacant room and found that the shelving was already labeled with where things were going to go. She got to work putting away the trays she had brought with her into the correct spots. Once her cart had nothing left on it, she planned her getaway, not before swinging by the nurse's station. While she wasn't ER staff by any means, she was always friendly with them and knew most of them by name.

"Ms. Dana, how are you doing on this cold as hell morning?" She announced spotting her favorite charge nurse.

"Well if it isn't the eternal ray of sunshine hear to blind us all. I'm good kid. What brings you down here already in scrubs?" Dana questioned.

"My boss got sick and tired of me upstairs so he gave me an ER liason job to keep me out of the department." She joked.

"About time you come over to the dark side. Just in time to meet Dr. Robby." Dana gestured towards the person walking towards the nurse's station.

Dr. Robby she was familiar with since he was Jack's best friend, but Robby didn't know her.

He knew Jack had a special someone in his life, but he's never met her.

"Who do we have here Dana? New med student?" Robby quipped as he walked within conversational reach.

Dana looks at her and smirks.

"Actually sir, I'm the new ER liason." She said introducing herself.

Robby eyed her up and down before scoffing, "Is this another one of Gloria's ideas?"

"I don't think it is. I'm just here to help with intrument trays and equipment. Making sure you guys have everything you need." She explained while Robby tried walking off, not really caring.

"Okay, whatever you say kid. Just make sure to stay out of the way when we have a trauma come through." He said gesturing to the bay doors.

"You got it Doc! Nice meeting you." She shouted as she walked off to go do something more productive.

The day went on fine....until it didn't.

Robby had to stitch up a patient who thought getting up next to a barbed wire fence was a good idea. Only problem was they ran out of closing kits. Robby was practically shouting out into the hallway for a damn needle holder or something. Meanwhile, she was pulling the ER's closing kits and peel packs off the sterilizer after letting them cool down. She practically flew down the stairs with a needle holder in a peel pack ready to be given to whoever so they could close the patient. She ran into the exam room and opened the peel pack for Robby to angrily snach from her. She quickly made her way out of the room and over to the nurse's station. Dana immediately looked up from her computer.

"What's got you all frazzled?" Dana quizzed.

"Oh you know? Just casually pissing off a doctor who will probably rip my head off when he gets done with a patient." She explained sarcastically.

"Isn't your shift almost over? You're usually walking out of the building by now." Dana questioned looking up at the clock.

"Well, I'm staying late to help the evening shift since they're short-staffed right now. Got to get that overtime" She answered.

"You better get out of here before he makes you earn extra overtime on top of that." Dana joked before the both of you look over and see Robby exit the exam room.

He. Was. Pissed.

"Hey (Y/N), come over here please?" Robby asked.

She walked over to him with a silent confidence as she took in the slight frown on his face. This wasn't her first rodeo with displeased staff due to her job, and it wasn't going to be the last.

"Do you have any idea how fucked we would've been if the patient were in a more critical condition? While you sit upstairs and play house, we're down here trying to save lives. Maybe if you acted with a little more pep in your step, we wouldn't be in this situation." Robby ranted on as she stood still, unmoving.

"I do a lot more than what you give me credit for Dr. Robby. I have to clean those instruments that you guys use. They have to get washed, packed, AND sterilized before reaching your ungrateful hands. But sure, call it "playing house". Just because you're positioned above me, doesn't mean me or my work is any less important. So if you would, I'd appreciate an apology or anything that shows you're sorry. I put up with a lot of shit, but I'll be damned if I let a Doctor walk all over me like a doormat. Good night, Dr. Robby. I'll see you tomorrow morning." She stated before walking off.

Little did either of them know, Jack heard the whole conversation.

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Part 7 ahead?

Uh yeah, I sure hope it does

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How do the 141 react to children? Do children usually like them? Smaller children might be scared from Ghosts mask, but teenagers are pretty strange and might think it's neat. I think Ghost would be scared to interact with them. Price is more fatherly, but I think he might be rougher. If a kid falls, he's telling them they're fine, kinda deal (unless they clearly aren't). I could see Soap being a fan favorite. Fun, and has the energy - plus super smart. However, the quieter kids might not like his loudness - he could totally adapt. Gaz could be good with them, but he might end up being a sore loser if the kid actually beats him at something he tried at. Idk. I can just imagine it.

Order up!

I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I feel like if it were their own kids, then it'd be a different story. Here's my personal headcannons:

Price:

- I could see him as the Uncle Phil type off of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

- Serious, stern, but always there for his kids.

- He tries to be the 'Fun Dad', but he always winds up setting some ground rules that, in the kids' eyes, aren't exactly fun.

- Price is the kind of dad that offers advice, but is never the type to say "I told ya so".

- He definitely listens to his teenagers rant about their day to him, no matter how petty it is.

- He teaches his kids to never settle for less and always shoot for the stars.

- I could see him being the gruff dad cheering his kids on from the bleachers at any school event.

- Has his loud whistling down to a T.

- If he sees his child is upset, he's assessing the situation before offering whatever comfort is needed in the moment.

- 100% lets his kids nap with him in his recliner.

Ghost:

- Will protect that baby like the crown jewels.

- Keeps his work life separate from his home life. So when the kid is older and hears terrifying stories about their father, they can't tell if it's a joke or not.

- Extremely hands-on when he's around.

- Brings the kid everywhere with him. "For bonding" he'll say, but really it's so he can run errands without people entirely fearing him.

- Actually goes to therapy to unlearn the things he was taught as a child.

- Teaches his kids how to self-regulate when they're angry or upset.

- Yes, he uses his lessons from therapy with his kids. He wants to be the greatest dad in the world to them.

- Only wants one kid, but after the first he wanted another.

- Winds up having three kids when it's all said and done.

- He wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Gaz:

- Dad. Of. The. Year!

- The newborn phase is his domain. He has every cry dicyphered on the first try.

- He changes the diapers because god-forbid his woman has to do anything while recovering.

- The toddler phase is dicey, but he treats them similar to a new recruit.

- Gives them small, meanial tasks to do to distract them from coloring on the walls.

- This kid winds up being an excellent helper when it's cleaning day at home.

- When his child/children are school-aged he will definitely be that dad that suprises his kids at school whenever he comes home from deployment.

- And his kids love it too.

- Teenage years are somewhat tough, but here comes Kyle always there to listen.

- Teaches them how to drive and how to navigate being in the middle of kid and adult.

Soap:

- This! Man!

- Him and Gaz have their kids around the same time so they are destined to be best mates for life.

- The only thing is where Gaz has one or two kids max, Johnny has four or five currently.

- He LOVES his kids, and with him being honorably discharged he's around all the time.

- We're talking weekend hiking trips to enjoy nature instead of tablets.

- Despite what everyone thinks, Johnny is an excellent baker. It's similar to chemistry for him.

- He bakes items for his kid's school bake sale and winds up making the most money. Anything for his little ones.

- His kids help him in the kitchen because they like watching their dad work his magic and want to be just like him.

- Keeps his kids in check. No hitting, yelling at each other, kicking, biting, and absolutely no disrespect.

- He may be the fun dad, but when he gets serious the party's over.

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Dearest gentle-reader, may I introduce Part 5?

If you're confused, Start Here

It had been two weeks since the discovery of the box. In those two weeks there was a lot of communication, tears, and the end result being couple's therapy. It was Jack's idea as he wanted her to be safe about opening up about realtionship issues if any. It's been going well and, if anything, it brought you guys closer.

She walked into work and passed Jack on her way into the hospital.

"Song of the day is Aqua Regia by Sleep Token." She said hurridly as she made her way to the enterance. Jack quickly grabbed her and put his hands on her shoulders.

"What's the rush sweetheart?" Jack questioned as his eyes scanned her face for any signs to worry about.

"My boss called me this morning and told ne to meet him in his office when I get here. Jack I might get fired." She rambled on with no sign of sadness or panic. It sounded more like anticipation and slight excitement. Jack knew you loved your job, but hated the people you worked with and for. He always told her that she had options if anything ever changed and all he'd have to do is send a letter of recommendation.

"If anything happens, and I mean anything. You call me okay? No texts, no holding off until you get home. Call me right then and there." Jack ordered before letting go and nodding his head.

"Okay, I promise I'll call you after the meeting." She assured as she reached to kiss him on the cheek before walking into the busying hospital.

She made it up to her department greeting some of her coworkers first before strolling into her boss' office.

"Um..you said you wanted to talk to me this morning?" She questioned nervously as her boss gestured for her to take a seat.

"Hospital has been picking up a lot traction these past couple years huh?" Her boss started.

"Yes it absolutely has. The ER is still flooded with patients every morning I come in." She replied.

"That right there is what I wanted to talk about with you. They're adding new instrument trays in the ER that are going to need to be priority for our department to clean, process, and sterilize. Which means a new job is being added as well, the ER Liason, and I was wondering if you'd like that position? You're my first draft pick for this, but if you don't want it that's fine too." Her boss explained.

"Will the ER liason be similar to the OR liason position? Does that also mean I'll get a slight bump in pay?" She quizzed.

"Yes and yes. I don't know specifics on the raise, but you will get one." Her boss answered.

"I'll take it. Do I start today then?" She replied.

"As a matter of fact, you do. Some new trays and instruments were ordered last week that just came in today that need to be assembled and put into Sonar so they can be tracked."

"I'll get on it boss. Thank you." She stated before getting up and walking over to the metal baskets containing her entire work load for the day.

After getting the trays logged into Sonar and packed she realized she forgot to call Jack. So she made an escape to the bathroom to pull out her phone and contact the poor man who has probably been wondering what happened for the past four hours.

"Hey babe, what's going on?" Jack answered.

"Nothing much. I got some good news. You now have an ER liason." She said excitedly.

"They picked you to do it?! Oh darling I'm so proud of you." Jack exclaimed over the phone.

"Did you already know about the position being available?" She asked.

"Gloria tried talking to me about the ER liason thing and told me to behave myself and not scare them off." Jack recalled.

"Trust me. You won't be able to scare this one off. If anything you'll be inviting me to bed." She retorted.

"As if you don't already welcome yourself to the bed we share together." He quipped.

They both shared a good laugh before bidding each other goodbye.

This was going to be interesting.

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Care for a Part 6 as well?

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Part 4 baby!!!

Here's the beginning

She unlocks the door to Jack's house with weak hands and tired eyes. The entire shift had been draining, and every other department did not help. The phone rang consistently for equipment that wasn't even obtainable. The attitude, the guilt-tripping, and the lack of management defending staff members from harrassment really piled up. She enters the home and the sight of her favorite snacks perched on the kitchen counter caught her attention.

"Thank you Jack Abbott!" She exclaims to the empty walls.

She paces over to the fridge, and look at that, to find more of her favorite treats and some stuff to make a light dinner. She settles on a fun little spinach salad with raspberries, pineapples, and a touch of balsamic vinegar to taste.

That first bite was pure heaven as she sits herself down in the cozy living room. She found the TV remote pushed between the cushions and turned on the television to turn her brain off. That was, until she found the Spotify app on the menu. Curiousity got the best of her and clicked on it.

Yes, you guys were together for quite a while, but Jack still had walls built up. You've only been to his place on certain weekends throughout the months. He would tell you he was on call on the weekends you couldn't be together, but you found out through Dr. Shen a couple days ago that he never takes call on weekends.

She finishes her salad and takes the bowl back into the kitchen to put in the dishwasher. Walking back into the living room, she looks at the TV with the Spotify menu on full display. She grabs the remote and heads to the library section. Jack has never been one to disclose his music taste. Sure, he'd let some things slip here and there, but you never got the full aspect of it all. You scroll through until you find a playlist titled "Music from Her 💘".

She laughed and shook her head before selecting the playlist. When it showed the top of the playlist her jaw dropped. This playlist had so much on it that it spanned out over days. The song beginning the playlist made her heart threaten oncoming tears as it was the very first song that Jack had asked her about.

She kept scrolling through the playlist that brought back memories of conversations that went back to almost two years ago. One thing remained the same throughout. She felt seen, appreciated, and most importantly, she felt heard. All of those times she'd ramble to Jack about music and bands and song construction, he was listening. Every song that came tumbling from her lips, he filed it away into a playlist he could listen to nonstop.

Of course, she had the TV blaring said playlist while she cleaned his house from top to bottom. It was her way of saying "I love you and you deserve something in return for what you do for me". She focused on the kitchen, living room, and bathroom getting done tonight since she had work the next morning. By the end of it, the house looked practically spotless walking through. She even went as far as putting a new scent cartridge into the wallflower that Jack had left sitting on the kitchen table with an empty cartridge still attached. Now the house was clean and will smell wonderful when Jack gets back home. She quicy took a shower, put on some fresh pajamas, and made her way towards the bed. Just as she was about climb into bed, her foot hit something that slid a little further back under the bed. She crouched down to investigate and found a wooden box latched shut. She held it in her hands feeling the wooden finish run smooth under her touch. The words "Our Memories" was engraved on the lid of the box. She felt her breath hitch as she tried to comprehend what laid in her palms. Her and Jack didn't have many pictures together and surely not enough of momentos to make the box as heavy as it felt. It was killing her not to know what laid in the box before her, so she carefully undid the latch and slowly opened the box.

There was a wedding photo with Jack and a woman you did not recognize. The woman looked beautiful though. Her radience bled through every picture that was looked upon. Even the ones taken of her in a hospital bed, gown and all. The more rummaging through the box, the more pieces were being put together. Jack had a wife before her. She kept looking through the box until she found three documents sitting at the bottom of the box.

A marriage license, a document containing medical results, and a death certificate.

"Oh" fell quietly from her lips as she realized now why Jack never brought up a previous wife. As she was putting everything back into the box in the exact way it was found, an envelope slipped through the photos and papers landing off to the side. She hurridly put everything left in her hands back in the box and picked up the envelope. It hadn't been sealed so she opened it up to find a letter written to Jack, of course.

Dearest Husband of mine,

You've been too kind to me in my final days. Something you had always promised me since the day you proposed. I know I don't have much time left, and I also know you're trying to stay strong for not only me but for yourself. You've fought so hard and lost so much in order to be where you are now. Don't stop fighting for yourself. Don't let yourself be beaten by your demons. Don't feel like you could've done anything to make this outcome better because I feel like it would've ended the same no matter how you tried to spin it.

I hope whoever catches your heart next will be just as great as me. Don't grieve me as I will be throwing every possible good woman your way to make sure you're not alone. You deserve to be happy and smile again when I'm gone. Maybe you'll finally get those kids we both wanted, but couldn't have. Maybe you'll find out something new about yourself that I couldn't bring out of you. Maybe this woman will be just as loud and confident as I was. When I get to the afterlife, I'll be picking out the right woman for you. You'll find her in the way she cares for others. In the way she'll test you into being out of your comfort zone. I'll make sure my signs are as loud and clear as possible because Jack, it's never too late to start over.

Love,

Meghan

After reading the letter, she folded it back into the envelope and placed it back into the box. She closed the box and slid it back under the bed. She stood up to get into bed. Once she was nestled under the covers she looked up at the ceiling.

"Thank you Meghan." She whispered as if she was speaking to the heavens itself before drifting off to sleep.

Quit crying!

I made a another Part (5)

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Part 3 of this

*seven months after part 2*

Jack showed up at the hospital early in order to give her the spare key to his home. They decided to make things official and started dating six months ago. So far it had been the most amazing six months either of them have experienced. It started with a simple confession on Jack's part that in turn lead to a dinner proposition on her part.

As Jack approaches the SPD, he hears the mechanical sounds of the three sterilizers lined up on the other side of the wall, and the sound of one person talking, really loudly.

Jack made his way into the breakroom area and waited by the locker with her name on it. But Jack soon became intrigued by the conversation happening out in the "packing room" as she called it.

"If you can give an explanation on how this could've been missed in assembly, we can go to my office and talk about it."

Jack knew that voice as it was the guy he ran into months ago when he was scoping out your work area. He later found out through her that it was her boss, and right now Jack wasn't too happy.

Today was Wednesday, and for her that was department huddle. Basically once a week when the day and evening shift are together and the boss decides to discuss things that could've been sent in an email. This was no different, but it was getting absurd. After thirty-five minutes of torture, she walked around the corner into the break room and immediately laid eyes on Jack leaning against her locker. She gave him a smirk and started speaking loud in a sarcastic tone.

"Dr. Abbott! What brings you up here you wonderful man?!" She exclaimed so the whole department could hear.

Jack laughed at her antics before slipping his spare key into her scrub top pocket.

"My place. Tonight. I got you some special treats in the kitchen." Jack whispers before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before her boss rounded the corner.

"Dr. Abbott, how are you?" Her boss asked.

Jack looks at the man and smiles a little.

"Oh I'm fine, just curious about some chest tube trays that should be here somewhere. I was told by the charge nurse to check up here." Jack explained.

Before her boss could say anything, she spoke up, "Oh don't worry. We got some, and just how many do you need?"

"Uh two will be fine for now. Thanks (Y/N)." Jack responds.

She walks off past her boss and into the supply area where they keep department trays. After pulling them off the shelf, she practically skipped back into the break room.

"Here you go Doc. Rough schedule tonight?" She questioned.

"No, not yet. Just needed an excuse to see you. Enjoy the rest of your shift. Remember, my place." Jack says as he walks out the door with two chest tube trays.

She gives him a little wave and smiles.

Jack could get used to seeing her in scrubs and her little scrub cap.

She could get used to Jack slipping something into her scrub pocket.

She pulls out the key and adds it to her key ring. This was the beginning of something even better than before.

Hey! Listen!

Part 4

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Part 2 to this

Dr. Abbott's end-of-shift routine has done wonders on him. He gets to interact with someone about music instead of medicine. He broadens his music taste to a point he starts looking for new music on his own. Plus, he gets to talk to a beautiful woman before going home.

Today was no different. He waits outside, enjoying the fresh air after a rough shift. They ran out of IV pumps and lost a patient because of it. Even after hooking up a free-flow IV, it wasn't enough. He remembers hearing one of the nurses almost lose restraint contacting whomever keeps the equipment on the phone. Gloria wants to complain about patient satisfaction scores, but they can't even do the full extent of their job due to the severe lack of resources.

His thoughts are stopped as he hears the faintest of music slowly become louder as the seconds pass. His lips curve into a small smile as his feet automatically start moving. As he approaches the familiar car he can feel the energy lighten up with each step. She gets out of the car and spots him immediately.

"How's it going Doc?" She asks in her chipper morning tone.

"Not too good, but it's better seeing you." Jack sighs.

"I'm sorry to hear that. My department has been slammed too. It sucks when the floors hoard equipment and then call to harrass us for more." She explained.

This peaked Jack's attention, in the seven months you guys have offically been talking, he never even knew what she did in the hospital.

"I gotta ask a question," he asked as she perked up, "where do you work in the hospital?"

She laughed a little before answering.

" Oh, I work in the Sterile Processing department. I'm sorry I never told you before Doc."

"No need to apologize, I just never thought to ask before. I got curious is all." Jack reassured, "By the way, what's the song of the day?"

"Going with Nevertel today. The song is called Losing Faith." She smiled, "Have a better night Dr. Abbott!" With that, she walked off into the hospital.

On Jack's next shift he made it a mental note to find the department that she works at. He found it alright, on the second floor of all places. As he was on his way back down to the pit, he ran into an older man in scrubs.

"Dr. Abbott, what brings you up here?" The older man asked.

"Not much, just walking around. I guess this is the SPD?" Jack said, gesturing to the outside of the department.

"Yes it is. If this is about the lack of IV channels, I apologize. You know how the higher-ups are." The man explained.

"No, it's not about that sir. Just taking a second out of the ER." Jack explained, mentally he's rolling his eyes. He could care less about administration politics, but now he knew where to find you if need be.

Suprise! Part 3!