Okay, delighted to see my Alpha/Beta/Omega prompt list once again popping up on my activity feed but as I am currently Pitt-pilled my brain immediately went: >:3
Listen, Jack 'my therapist told me to find a hobby' Abbot signing up to be an Alpha for a heat service on his days off is something I need but do not have time to actually write.
Dennis is so grateful he got heat leave and also that Trinity is at work (and also told him she's staying at Garcia's because 'nope, the walls are not thick enough for that.' As if Dennis did not Know That due to the fact that Garcia stayed over A Lot.)
He's still got some credits on this heat service thing he's been saving, and he can tell this heat is going to be a Bad One, and he'd feel guilty stinking up Santos' apartment with his desperate pheromones when his fingers and his single knotting toy weren't enough anymore.
And there's this Alpha available. With a shirtless picture that makes Dennis just about drool. His reviews are really good, people saying he's not just caring but also funny, he made them breakfast, he was respectful, he fixed their sink. So he clicks to book him, filling in his address before he can think about it for too long.
His nest is rather pitiful, and he's not entirely sure Trinity won't murder him for stealing her snuggie, but it'll have to do. He tries not to think about a dark blue hoodie draped over the chair of a certain work station at the ED. He tries not to think about the smoky scent of a certain locker close to his, the one with a silly little rabbit doodle taped to it that nobody had the guts to take down.
Listen, there's a reason Dennis filled in his preferred age as a lot older than he was. He was nothing if not predictable.
There's a knock on the door. Dennis pokes at his sad little nest one last time before going to get the door, hoping he doesn't look too desperate and pathetic yet. Hoping this Alpha really is sweet, and caring, and funny, and kind. Hoping that maybe his scent is even slightly close to the smoky cedar of his (wet) dreams.
He opens the door.
And then nearly slams it again.
Because standing on the other side is Jack Abbot, holding what looks like a tote bag full of snacks, nesting materials, and who knows what else.