Husband Number Two: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader (Ex!Wife AU)
Summary: Robby gets into it with the man vying for the role of Husband Number Two in your life.
SET AFTER:
The Neurologist - Robby doesn't think much of Jack's friend The Neurologist...
Cuffs - Robby makes a discovery when a pair of handcuffs malfunctions at a crucial time.
Bed Rotting - Robby starts to blow up his life after you return to Seattle.
Divorce Papers - Jack gives a couple of home truths to Robby after he finds out he signed your divorce papers.
A Fucking Nightmare - Robby’s worst nightmare comes true when his ex-wife shows up as a guest at Dana’s vow renewal ceremony.
Regrets - Robby can't help but think about his regrets after seeing his ex-wife for the first time since he signed the divorce papers.
Unread - Robby turns to Jack when you don't respond to his message
The Call - Robby takes the plunge and decides to call you, leading to a surprising revelation.
Shepherd - Robby's world is turned upside down when he receives a call from Derek Shepherd.
It’s 11pm when Robby finally lands at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. The time difference has his head spinning as he slings his carry on over his shoulder and hails a cab from the 3rd floor of the parking garage.
The journey to Seattle Grace takes nineteen minutes, and Robby spends that entire time running through all the logistics of the next few days, sending emails to Jack and the administration about covering the next weeks’ worth of shifts he’s going to be missing.
When he gets out of the cab, he checks the room details that Derek Shepherd sent him before he asks the woman at the front desk for directions. At this time of the evening the hospital is a ghost town, the spectres of nightshift staff haunting the halls. They don’t spare him a second glance as he strides by, and the feeling is mutual.
It’s in the Neurology Ward that he starts to raise eyebrows. Apparently, Shepherd’s pulled some strings, got situated you in a room situated in a room there despite the fact you’re only here for short term observation. The staff he’s talking to right now are your staff and they’re all very aware of your ex-husband.
“She didn’t say he looked like that...” He hears one of the nurse’s say as he walks down the quiet corridor to your room. “Dr Hunt is going to have some stiff competition.”
Owen Hunt, he summarises.
He lingers for a second outside your room, checking he still has the treats he’s smuggled in from the airport in his pockets before pushing open the door.
The light falls across your sleeping features, your face tilted towards the flowers on the cabinet, a bouquet of expensive white roses. Their clean, clinical, almost like the man sitting alongside your bed, his furious blue eyes focused on Robby.
They don’t need an introduction.
Owen Hunt is everything Robby expected from his 30 minutes of Googling after that phone call the two of you had a couple of weeks ago. He rises to his feet with the same military posturing as Jack, his hand squeezing yours before he jabs his finger at the corridor outside, an unmistakable signal for Robby to get out so that they can have a frank conversation.
It’s clear that this is a man used to giving orders, that he expects Robby to just fall in line like a good soldier. He wants to rebel, to tell him to fuck off but his gaze falls to you, how peaceful you look and he really does not want to disturb you.
“How’s she doing?” They’re the first words out of Robby’s mouth when they both step out into the corridor.
Owen closes the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest, physically barring Robby’s entrance to the room like an overzealous bouncer at a night club. “Better, but drowsy from the pain meds.” Owen concedes before giving Robby a pointed look. “You didn’t need to come here. I have it handled.”
Robby laughs, it’s a cruel sound that has Owen’s jaw clenching, his molars grinding against each other as he glares at Robby. “If that were true, I wouldn’t be here at all now. She wouldn’t be in a hospital bed-”
Owen cuts him off with a dismissive shake of his head. “You’re here because she forgot to change a name on a form. You couldn’t even be bothered to phone in your marriage so what makes you think you can be here for her now-”
“You don’t know anything about our marriage.” Robby snarls, his voice echoing down the empty corridor.
Owen snorts, the left side of his mouth twisting up into a scornful sneer. “I’m the man who picked up the pieces. And you are the one that ruined her, that destroyed her, that shattered the fundamental parts of her that would even consider-”
“Oh Jesus Christ, are you vying to be husband number two, is that it?” Robby snaps, his hands on his hips as he squares up to the other man. And in that moment, he realises, that maybe Owen’s already asked, that maybe that’s the reason the two of you broke up.
“She can’t commit because of you. You broke her fucking heart-”
“Or maybe she just didn’t want to marry you.” Robby retorts, drawing himself up to his full height. He only has an inch on Owen but it’s enough for him to see the audacity in the other man’s eyes before he strikes the killing blow. “The guy that deletes her texts when she’s out of the room. Talk about red fucking flags.”
Owen opens his mouth to clap back but he’s cut off by the sound of the door opening behind him. He shifts out of the way and they both stare at you, standing there in the doorway in a hospital grown that falls past your knees. “You two seriously need to knock this shit off. I can hear you both on the other side of this door which means other people can as well.”
“Vivian, you should be in bed.” Owen tries to cajole you like a naughty child.
The look you give him could shrivel a set of testicles at ten paces. Robby physically flinches because he’d been the recipient of it himself once or twice throughout your marriage.
“Owen, go home. You’re not needed here.” You assert, flicking your wrist to vanquish him. “And Robby…”
He reaches into his pockets withdrawing a bar of 80% dark chocolate to boost your magnesium and a small multi-berry smoothie that’s supposed to combat oxidative stress caused by the injury.
As a neurologist this is your comfort food.
“You can stay.” You concede.
“Vivian…” Owen tries, his voice is rough, pained.
“I’m not going to change my mind, Owen.” You sound tired, as if this is a repeat of a much older conversation. “I’m leaving Seattle, the concussion may delay that by a couple of days but I’m still going.”
His shoulders slump, his lips withdrawing into a grim line as his forehead creases. For a moment Robby almost feels sorry for him but then the other man turns on his heel and storms down the corridor, his left hand clenched into a fist. He knows he has issues but fuck… he can’t help but think you dodged a bullet with that one.
“So that was almost Husband Number Two huh?” Robby remarks as you slump against the doorframe watching him go. The energy seems to have drained out of you, the extreme fatigue caused by the concussion catching up.
“No.” You sigh, tilting your head up to meet Robby’s gaze. “He was never going to be Husband Number Two.”
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