Jack is the kind of guy to casually have some really crazy piercings.
A new med student drenches him in piss (unfortunate bedpan accident) and he´s soaked to the bone.
Dana takes pity on him and sends Dennis to bring him towels and a change of clothes.
The young man clears his throat before he pushes aside the curtains, making sure to give the attending a warning before he enters.
"C´mon Whitaker, we don´t have all day" a raspy voice calls from within.
Dennis isn´t sure what to expect as he steps in. He´s heard whispers of- well, more like Trinity screaming at the top of her lungs after a few too many martinis, "-AND HE HAD HIS TITS OUT!!!!! THEY WERE HUGE!!"
He would be lying if he said a part of him wasn´t hoping to catch a glimpse. (or two)
What he didn´t expect is for the man to be bent over shirtless, undoing his shoes.
The younger man´s eyes travel over broad freckled shoulders, muscles rippling under light skin. His wide upper body tapers off into a slightly smaller waist before-
Wait.
Right above where bare skin meets the man´s scrub pants, Dennis´ eyes catch on something round and shiny.
Two somethings.
Doctor Jack Abbot, Veteran and well respected and feared attending, Dennis´ unrealistic workplace crush, has back dermals.
When Jack turns around, Dennis has already scurried off and left behind a pile of cloth on the floor.
dennis never really bottomed before jack and michael.
sure he had thought about it but mostly he was a top.
so after months of only being fucked by his older boyfriends. he gets almost pent up and jack walks in to him fucking one of the mens pillows. stopping when he feels a sudden flood of light on him.
"shit- jack i didn't know you were home. im sorry" dennis rambles off some apologies.
"its okay my boy dont be sorry. if you wanted to do something so bad you could have asked" he says as he walks closer.
"actually..."
minutes later dennis has jack shoved against the bed as he fucks into him. and shit jack is impressed the boy is good and he's enjoying it.
when michael gets home and finds jack completely ruined.
"now what happened here" michael asked.
"michael our boy is damn good in bed. you should give him a ride"
unrealistic to me that at no point during Jason's time in the League of Assassins was there a period of Ra's desperately trying to figure out what the fuck brought Jason back to life inside that coffin and that at no point was there a conversation that was like,
Jason, on a medical table for the twelfth experiment that day: how do we even know it was me, though?
Ra's: what do you mean?
Jason, shrugging: like- maybe i was just in a magic coffin. maybe it had nothing to do with me, maybe it was my environment. have you ever read the book 'pet cemetery'?
Ra's:
Ra's: *squints deeply*
Ra's: no. if it was the graveyard then you wouldn't be the only person that came back to life. you're being ridiculous.
Jason: i dunno. maybe it was just that one specific patch of grass.
Ra's:
Ra's: hm.
Bruce finds out Jason came back to life way earlier than planned because halfway through patrol he gets an alert of a disturbance at Gotham Cemetery and when he and Tim get there it's to see Jason and Ra's in the dark with headlamps on next to Jason's now dug-up grave, dirt everywhere as Jason holds a shovel and Ra's holds the corpse of a dead chicken over the hole, ready to lower it, surrounded by league assassins either standing guard or holding notebooks and pens for if something actually happens and Ra's wants to take notes.
Damian is in the car with the window cracked wrapped in Jason's jacket and tiredly playing temple run on Jason's phone while he waits for them to be done so they can go home. when he sees Bruce arrive he sighs loudly and does up the window. Batman and Robin land in the graveyard and everybody freezes like the scene in ratatouille when the humans catch the rats in the kitchen, and it takes Jason two solid weeks to convince Bruce that no, they were not trying to replace his corpse with a chicken, they were doing science-
dennis heard a name he hadn’t heard in a long time.
in fact, he didn’t even look up at it the first time. on the second utterance, it was the familiar voice more than the old moniker that captured his attention.
they said it a third time, looking up and down at him confusedly, followed by, “what are you doing here?”
there was an unspoken and why do you look like that?
dennis cleared his throat, a habit borne out of how many times it would randomly break as it dropped. “i’m a doctor here,” he answered, automatically visibly accessing his old flame for injuries. “are you ok?” dennis asked when he saw nothing obvious.
“yeah, i’m fine,” daniel replied quickly. “your eyes are the same, but your hair…” he pointed at dennis’s mullet. “it’s-yeah.”
dennis felt a self conscious need to touch it, primp for daniel the way he’d been expected to when he was at college, earning what his mother referred to as an ‘MRS. degree.’ the plan was to meet a godly man with prospects at a bible college. then dennis became the man with prospects, but not so godly.
“i cut it a while ago,” was all dennis could say.
daniel put his hand in his pockets awkwardly, and pursed his lips. “your mom’s worried sick about you. tracked me down on facebook to ask where you were.” daniel pursed his lips at dennis’s caught off guard expressions “im gonna have to tell her.”
dennis felt the tornado sirens go off in his brain. destruction was imminent. a force was coming to rip his shudders off and dispossess him of everything he built.
“don’t,” dennis pleaded, reverting back to using those big, dumb eyes. he knew what worked on daniel.
daniel furrowed his brows. “she’s your mother. and you’re her daughter. you owe her.”
“i’m not,” dennis insisted. “i don’t.”
robby must’ve noticed something was wrong. maybe dennis was louder than he’d thought, maybe his body language telegraphed just how trapped and desperate he felt.
stupid robby put his hand on dennis’s back, like he was want to do. it was usually just mildly revealing, a touch intimate for the workplace, but it was down right damning when combined with the obviously worried tone as asked, “what’s going on over here?”
daniel’s eyes were fixed on the lack of space between dennis and his boss. his much older boss. his much older boss who was touching his on the bend of his back. “are you serious?” daniel said dennis’s dead name again, and dennis could barely hear it, not with all the sirens and wind rushing in his ears.
robby stepped protectively in front of a frozen dennis, looking down at the incredulous man opposite them. “are you a patient?”
daniel irreverently looked up. “no, my wife is.”
“do you wanna be?” robby threatened. daniel’s mouth dropped open, but nothing came out. “you should go back to your wife, and keep your fucking mouth shut until you leave. ok?” robby said it so quietly, so intensely. it wasn’t the typical posturing he did to control a situation. it was much more real, much less of a show.
daniel’s eyes flicked to dennis one more time, resolution crumbling. dennis could see his categorization change. he was someone no longer worth saving.
Thinking about this again, imagine they just started dating keeping it private:
Robby in his chair : hey pup we're doing some paperwork update and we need a copy of your birth certificate for that
Whitaker: oh I was delivered here my family was passing through and had to make an emergency stop cause I decided to come out early, you should be able to pull it up on the computer
Robby: oh that's perfect let me jus-
Whitaker: yeah it was like destiny to come back don't you think?
Robby: ...
Dennis notices him freeze while staring at the computer so he leans in and sees " Michael robinavitch" as the doctor in charge of delivery
(English isn’t my first language!! And I’m not a doctor so sorry for the lack of medical knowledge)
For the day shift it wasn’t a surprise to see Dr. Jack Abbott roaming around the Pitt instead of enjoying his time off, especially since his boyfriend got a new job at the daycare. He would often drop Y/N in the morning, do a yoga session and then drift off to the Pitt with a third cup of coffee in his hand.
So yeah, Robby and his crew just greeted him and continued their rounds and exams. Jack went to his locker and changed before going to the nurse station to greet his favorite nurse, Dana clocked him walking toward her and rolled her eyes.
“What are you doing here Abbott? Don’t you have the day off to spend with your loverboy?
_ Loverboy is working today because apparently babies need him more than his boyfriend. Can you believe it?
_ Well with your age you could wear a diaper and need him to be fed….
_ And apparently I need hearing aids too because I can’t hear you.
_ Just saying cowboy, now if you could stop complaining and go to south fifteen, I have a lovely man in need of an exam.
_ I’ll put on my best customer smile just because I love you.”
As the exam continued because the man insisted that the X-ray was wrong, Dana received a call, a man in his thirties who fainted at the daycare where he worked. He had a head laceration and was unresponsive. Dana hoped it wasn’t who she thought it was because she didn’t want to worry about her second attending being in this situation. With an eta at five minutes, she quickly called Robby over.
“Hey sadboi, I think we’re gonna have a problem.
_ Why? And for the love of god stop with that name.
_ Ambulance incoming, I think it’s Abbott’s lover so maybe keep him on the other side of this hell.
_ Shit you sure ? Yeah give him my patient in south twelve and we’ll put in the incoming in north three.
_ Okay but be careful because cowboy over there won’t be happy we didn’t tell him.
_ Yeah I know…”
And unfortunately for them, it was really Y/N who was coming through the ambulance bay, still unconscious with blood oozing from his forehead. Robby immediately Santos and Oglivie but didn’t tell them the importance of the patient in the room. They started their usual exams when Y/N finally regained consciousness, confusion swept through him, he was supposed to be with the baby penguins (a group at the daycare, the 6 to 9 months) but now all he saw was white walls and machines beeping. He recognised the doctor in charge because he saw him at the last Sunday barbecue. He tried to talk but his mouth felt like cotton.
Jack had finally finished with his adorable patient and the grandma that Robby left with him, he went to the nurse station and searched through the board for another patient. He felt quite happy because in one hour he would hear his phone ring and his boyfriend’s voice. However that happiness quickly vanished when he saw the familiar name of said boyfriend in north there, he felt frozen for a moment, turning to Dana who was coming towards him. The blonde tried to intercept Jack but he was quick to turn towards the room, hurried steps even with his prosthetic hurting him.
“What the hell is happening? Why did no one tell me he was here?
_ Brother wait-
_ Don’t tell me to fucking wait when my boyfriend is on the table Robby.
_ Wait boyfriend? Dr Abbott has a boyfriend?
_ Santos not the time to gossip, tell me what’s wrong.
_ Oh a headlac, lost consciousness but came back about five minutes again, troubles speaking but improving because he’s currently saying your name.”
This information brought Jack back from his worried mind and went to his boyfriend’s side, holding his hand and caressing the uninjured side of his head. His eyes flickered between Y/N’s eyes and his laceration, worrying because it was still bleeding a bit. The rational part of his mind knew he would be fine but the other felt like he was back in the past, the ghost of his late wife and this connecting to his worry.
“Don’t worry baby, I won’t leave your side, I promise…”
I know I’m way too easily entertained! But, that’s a DRAGON! IN SPCE!
So I don’t care how impossible that is, and I know that fire can’t burn in the vacuum of space…. But this is a space dragon. And I think the rule of cool wins!
i wholeheartedly believe that characters’ names hold symbolic, and i love dennis whitaker’s name. obviously whitaker refers to him being a country boy, even without knowing the meaning of the name and its origins, ‘whit’ is enough to imagine white fields and rolling hills.
but the name dennis ? if dennis is ever canonically confirmed as queer, implicitly or explicitly, it’s genius.
dennis means follower of dionysus. we don’t know much about dennis’ home life back in nebraska, but we know he has a huge christian background. so his parents naming him the follower of another god… and not just any other god. dionysus.
dionysus who is a greek god, who is worshipped by pagans.
dionysus who isn’t only any greek god, but the god of, amongst other things, wine, vegetation, festivity, madness, and pleasure.
dionysus whose most famous lovers count a man.
dionysus who was often described as ‘effeminate’ and who wore ‘womanly’ clothes in ancient greek and roman literature.
dionysus who was nicknamed, in the encyclopedia of gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and queer culture in 2002 ‘a patron god of hermaphrodites and tranvestites’.
that dionysus ? that’s who dennis’ god fearing, fervent worshippers, faithful followers, parent’s named their son after ?
what a way to declare him as the odd one out as soon as he’s born. i love dennis whitaker
