AU:
Dennis is brought back in time and finds himself at Big Charity Hospital in New Orleans. His senior resident? Someone very familiar yet different.
After Trinity’s girls trip to New Orleans with her non-monogamous, situationship falls through, she brings the next best thing; Dennis Whitaker. The two actually have a really good time (they have gotten closer and Trinity has even admitted to them being friends ! )
They get a little too drunk during their bar crawl, that Trinity teases Dennis enough to seek out fortune tells and ‘voodoo witches’ (as she puts it). She goads him about his love life and crushes etc until she teases him about being ‘teachers pet’ and ‘uncontrollably gooning whenever Dr. Robby praises him.’
Dennis denies this of course, just drunk enough to admit that, yes, it feels good when he does compliment him, ‘But it’s not as if I have a chance. I think even if we were around the same age, he wouldn’t look my way.’
Just like that, it’s raining and the two seek shelter inside the nearest open building. They must have wandered far because the street, which was once a bustling bar scene, is now a darkened city street. Just one store front has its door propped open, so they tuck inside laughing and cursing as they enter. Both stiffen and sober up at the shop they entered. The smell of incenses and spices burn through the air. Candle light and pretty drop lamps light the dark shop. An elderly woman greets them, her back turned fueling the cause of the sweet and spicy smell in the air.
Trinity is immediately interested and curious. Dennis is trying to politely apologize for bursting in like that and trying to find a gentle exit. She asks them what they seek and Trinity, taking this about as seriously as any of the other performers on the strip earlier this evening, taking the opportunity to rib Dennis some more. Bringing up Dennis ‘inappropriate work crush.’ Dennis tries to silent her but all Trinity has to say is Robby’s name and they hear a crackle from her flame she had been tending.
Lighting flashes and the candles and the hanging lights go out. Everything stills and Dennis feels like he’s sleeping. He awakes distant beeping. It must have been a dream…or at least he got more black out drunk than he remembered. He buries his head in his arms and murmurs groggily for Trinity to turn off the alarm. Hearing only snickers and whispering jest. Dennis eyes fly open and bolts up in bed (?).
The walls aren’t the ones from their hotel. The soft hotel bed feels more like a hospital bed now. Shit…did he get so drunk he cracked his head open on Bourbon street??
He hazards a look towards the giggling crowd at the foot of the bed.
“Hey, Newbie. Catch enough Z’s?”
