Vampires Dennis and Trinity getting busted by Jack on their first day at the pitt.
He'd bought a second hand record decades ago for a partner at the time and a few polaroids had fallen out of the sleeve with "D&T, the rose and thorn, 7/4/79" inked on the bottom.
A young pair, a man and a woman. He'd assumed, from the way they're draped over each other, that they're a couple on a night out. Wine glasses lolling, a lively moment captured into stillness, as they have what seems to have been a very animated conversation.
Every time he sees the pictures he wonders who they are and what happened over their lives. To have been seemingly in their mid 20s in 79 they'd be in their early 70s now, if they'd made it this far. Did they stay together? Lose touch and never think of each other again? Would they still remember that night?
As the years had passed and the photo couple -he'd settled on Dean and Terri for their names- had become the longest constant in his life, he'd moved the pictures to the fridge door. Chatting merrily to them on good days and resentfully glaring, barely able to stand their perfectly preserved joy, on his worst days.
Visitors have asked about the photos, because of course they have, and Jack has variously claimed them as friends and/or family before moving the conversation on to avoid the questions about the VERY dated hair and clothing styles putting the pictures as having been taken when Jack was a child. Older cousins was the story for a while. The one time Robby and Dana came over for what ended up being a catastrophic dinner, doomed not to be reattempted, he'd passed them off as having been med school mates on a themed night out.
As he's walking in to help the day shift with the pittfest casualties, Robby pulls him into a hug and as he surveys the ED floor over his friend's shoulder he just. freezes.
It's them.
They're here.
That's impossible.
And over the next few minutes he's almost convinced himself he's wrong and it's their relatives or maybe he's just spotted the bizarrest set of doppelgangers when the pair are talking to each other and life imitates art.
It's an IO drill and a blood bag rather than wine glasses but they're looking at each other the same way, their hands gesturing in the exact same pose, and Jack nearly cries.
