#tom koracick

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The grey's anatomy hyperfictation has returned full force....

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Happy Accidents — Tom Koracick

Summary: You come into Grey Sloan after a minor car accident. Your doctors want to give you an X-ray, but you refuse. Then word makes its way to Tom.

Word Count: 1,103

Tags: Pregnancy reveal, a little angst, fluff

You could already feel the headache brewing before the ambulance doors opened. The accident had been minor—a fender bender at best—but protocol dictated that you be brought in anyway. A few spots there were sure to turn into bruises, a small cut on your brow, and what felt like a pulled muscle in your shoulder. But as the gurney rolled into the emergency department at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, all you could think was not the X-ray. Anything but the X-ray.

A nurse tried to reassure you as you were guided into Trauma 2. You smiled weakly, trying to keep your voice calm.

“I don’t need an X-ray,” you said quickly. “I’m fine.”

“You’ve got shoulder pain, and you hit your head on the dash,” the trauma resident replied. “We just want to rule out a fracture or internal bleeding.”

“I said I’m fine,” you repeated, more firmly this time.

“Ma’am, refusing scans goes against protocol.”

“Well, I’m not exactly in the mood to follow protocol,” you snapped, and immediately regretted it. You weren’t normally like this. But the past week had turned your entire world sideways, and your nerves were hanging by threads.

You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of Dr. Bailey and Dr. Hunt outside the curtain. You didn’t see him. Not yet. But it was only a matter of time.

And sure enough, just as the nurse was preparing the portable X-ray unit, a familiar voice cut through the bustle like a scalpel.

“Why is my girlfriend refusing a simple X-ray?”

You closed your eyes. Damn it. Tom must have been called on your way in the ambulance, though you insisted it wasn’t necessary, now here he came barreling in, incensed that he wasn’t being told everything. You were so used to that cocky swagger by now that you could practically smell it in the air before he even walked in.

You opened your eyes as he pushed past the curtain. His expression showed both concern and exasperation. “I heard you were in a car accident,” he said, striding up to your bedside. “And then I hear you’re refusing imaging like some conspiracy theorist. What is this, a hospital or an episode of House?”

“I’m fine,” you muttered.

Tom crossed his arms. “You’re bleeding from your head, grimacing every time you move your shoulder, and you look like you’re hiding something. That’s not ‘fine.’ That’s ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ which—spoiler alert—only makes me more nosy.”

You sat up, wincing. “Can we talk alone?”

The trauma resident looked to Tom, who nodded. The room cleared out quickly. He softened once the door was shut, brushing your hair gently back from your forehead.

“You gotta give me something, you’re scaring the hell out of me,” he said, his voice dropping to something low and real. “What’s going on?”

You looked at him. Really looked at him. God, he had no idea.

You should’ve told him last week, when the test first came back positive. But every time you opened your mouth, the words jammed in your throat like cotton. Tom Koracick wasn’t exactly father material. Hell, he’d spent the better part of your relationship proudly swearing off domestic bliss and PTA meetings.

But he had also been…different with you. Softer. Sweeter. Real. And now you were staring up at him from a trauma bay bed with your little secret sitting like a rock in your gut.

“I can’t do the X-ray,” you said.

He nodded slowly. “Okay. But why?”

You hesitated.

“Because…because I’m pregnant.”

The words hung between you like smoke.

Tom blinked.

“Come again?”

You laughed but it came out all nervous and shaky. “I’m pregnant. I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure, and I guess now the universe decided to out me in the most dramatic way possible.”

Tom stared, stunned silent.

You tried to fill the space. “I was going to tell you, I swear. I just—I didn’t know how you’d react. And then this happened and I—”

“Wait,” he said, holding up a hand. “Back up. Pregnant. As in…we’re having a baby?”

You nodded, heart in your throat. He slowly sank into the chair beside you.

“Holy crap,” he murmured. “I thought you were hiding a DUI or an affair or something.”

You snorted. “Seriously?”

“Well, how was I to know? You are incredibly pretty. And stubborn. And… apparently pregnant.” He looked at you again, really looked, and the shock slowly began to melt into something else. Something almost awed.

“I never thought I’d get to do this again,” he said softly.

You tilted your head. “Do what?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “I lost David before I ever got to be the dad I wanted to be,” he said. “I shut that part of my brain off a long time ago. Thought it was safer that way. But now…” You saw his eyes go glassy, just for a moment. “I get another shot,” he whispered.

Your own eyes welled up unexpectedly.

“So you aren’t mad,” you asked, your voice small.

“Mad? No. Terrified? Yes. But also…happy.”

You laughed again, letting out a breath of relief. “God, I really thought you’d bolt.”

Tom leaned forward and kissed your knuckles. “I may be a snarky bastard, but I’m not a coward.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

He smirked. “You’re cranky. That’s new.”

“I just got into a car accident and told my boyfriend I’m pregnant. Cut me some slack.”

He placed a hand gently over your stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he murmured. “It’s your dad. Sorry in advance for all the sarcasm you’re going to grow up hearing.”

You smiled despite the tears pooling at the corners of your eyes.

“I’m scared too,” you admitted. “But I think we can do this.”

Tom kissed your temple, his voice a soft rumble beside your ear.

“We’re gonna crush this. You, me, and the tiny bean.”

“Bean,” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Working title,” he said with a grin. “I’ll come up with something more dignified once we know if it has your stubbornness or my charm.”

You rolled your eyes. “God help us if it has both.”

“Now, get the damn X-ray. It’s only your shoulder. It’ll be fine.” You nodded, tuning in to the outside of your little trauma room. The bustle of the hospital carried on, pages, footsteps, the occasional shout. But inside the closed off area, time had narrowed to the two of you. And the tiny, still secret heartbeat growing between you.

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[lcvelyth]

i love tom koracick pissing off owen hunt. it’s thoroughly entertaining. and just a tiny bit of the karma he deserves.

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[camifornilla]

Tom and Teddy should’ve been endgame because they bring out the best in each other but I guess SOMEONE had to be paired with Owen so he can stop terrorizing the community and impregnating anyone with a vagina

[ulldesonada]

The concept of Tom Koracick sleeping with Jackson's mom AND wife and then basically begging him for a job in Boston is just gold writing

[carebooks]

at least tom koracick never cheated or strangled his partner

[maple-ssyrup]

Tom koracick x reader

This is low-key buns so ignore that. It was going so well until a little bit halfway 😭✌🏼

A/N Tom is so underrated but I loooove him and yearn for more smutty fics/oneshots of him. but alas there’s like fucking none so I’m gonna try and write some ✌🏼

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“I have so much shit to do today! so I’m sorry Tom, but no, i cant help you right now, I DO have more important things to do! Either wait for me to come back or do it yourself.” You snap at Tom. you were stressed and just wanted a break, and Tom coming to talk to you about a patient without any notice beforehand threw your whole schedule off and made you even more stressed.

He was standing across from you, arms folded over his chest, eyebrows raised, letting you yell at him.

Ever since he arrived at Grey-Sloan to help with a patient of yours, he hadn’t failed to notice how stressed you were, so he wasn’t shocked when you started yelling at him when you two were in your lab discussing the patient.

“Okay little Ms. Outburst, I don’t mind you yelling at me— frankly it’s kind of hot— but I do mind when people are watching it.” He cuts you off, motioning to the window behind you.

You turn around to see a group of interns standing at the window looking into your lab watching you yell at tom koracick; They immediately scatter once they realized they were caught.

“We’re done here. For now” you sigh. You open the door and slam it behind you as you step out into the hall. You just wanted to be alone.

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Knock knock

“Whatever you need to tell me, I’m sure my resident can repeat it to me in 30 minutes.” You groan.

“Can we just talk.” Tom’s voice comes from the other side of the door.

Of course it’s him.

You wipe your eyes with the heel of your palm before standing up from the bed and walking over to the door, opening it reluctantly and stepping to the side so he could enter.

Tom enters the room and you close the door behind him.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He was standing a couple feet from you and his eyes were locked on yours.

“I should be the one asking you that, you were the one being yelled at.” You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face.

“But you’re the one who’s been stressed out of their head for 3 days straight.” He scoffs. “You’ve been showing signs of stress every move you make. I wasn’t shocked when you lashed out at me, stress makes you more prone to yelling at others. So tell me, are you okay?”

“No.” You mutter.

“Okay.” He hums, locking the door and leading you to the bed and motioning for you to sit.

“Whats making you so stressed?” He asks, sitting down beside you.

“Everything. I just haven’t had a break in months. Even when I go home I can’t get a break because my stupid roommate always has someone over.” You groan. You couldn’t believe you were venting to Tom koracick of all people.

Although, he was probably one of the most understanding people you could find to talk to about something like this.

Tom wraps an arm around your shoulders, giving you a soothing squeeze. “I’ve had times where I’ve felt like that too, and every time I’ve felt like that, I go to a hotel and take a day or two off. You need to leave Seattle for a couple days” He replies.

Damnit

He was totally right.

“I hate it when you’re right.” You sigh.

“I know ya do.”

He hums.