Please tell us about y2ks shitty pre med ex right before Jack. I already hate him, need to know more
Right before Jack, y2k had this boyfriend at school. Y2K didn’t have the typical college experience. She worked, had actual jobs the whole time. She lived at home and commuted. She had one foot in each world.
For a while she got around with this pre med frat boy. And he was an asshole, don’t get her wrong. She knew that. But he was fun. And he was different when they were alone, cliche as it sounds. It was never serious, he had a Rolodex. But there was something about her he kept coming back to. Jack can understand that. Y2K is a very special woman. Even then.
Things finally went sour when y2k had a pregnancy scare and he was a fucking asshole about it. Y2K ended things before he could learn if it was a scare or not, or how she handled it. He was cruel. Entitled. Accusatory.
Jack knew the story. And he didn’t like the guy on the basis of stories alone. He remembered when, laying in his truck that first night you said you were so relived he was a normal guy with a normal job. Your last boyfriend was gonna be a doctor and he was such a dick. Jack laughed his ass off, you were so embarrassed. It was a long joke now.
He knew about why things ended. And he hated the guy for it. When you and Jack were still dating, not yet married, when Jack was overseas, you had a scare together. And look the time wouldn’t have been optimal, but to Jack, it wouldn’t have been a bad thing at all. You? A baby? He would be thrilled. And he told you this over the corse of a two hour long breakdown on the phone with him- and a long distance call was expensive in those days.
Jack knew your terror wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t about him. It was a trauma responce.
So yeah.
He hated your ex.
The idea that some little bitch made you afraid to tell him something so potentially amazing? He could kill him.
And it was just a scare. Benji wouldn’t come for another 5 years. Very planned and loved. No fear, just joy.
But Jack also knew how the guy treated you in general. Strung you along. Played around. The classism- how he, as a northern kid, as a transplant, treated you as the easy townie, the low class whore. Direct quote from that scare. Some local flavor. It made jacks blood boil. But he was thankful it made you cling to hi local familiarity in the wake of it.
Many years later, when Jack was still somewhat on the newer side at PTMC after a couple years bouncing around before he landed firmly up in PA, and Kelly was just a roleypoley baby on your hip, you were at the hospital to bring Jack dinner. Benji sweetly holding your hand and clinging to your leg, Kelly on your side. You were waiting, gossiping with Dana. Benji was 3, Kelly just short of 1, you just below 30, and Jack crawling up on 40 in the next few years too. In Jack’s opinion you got hotter every year. In yours, Jack was only starting to truly age like fine wine. He would only go up from here, man was your hubby yummy. It was a miracle you stopped at 2 the way you couldn’t keep your claws off him- that miracle being a vasectomy. You gave him two beautiful babies, you were done. He thanked you for your service.
Jack was caught up in some gnarly trauma, couple specialists with him.
Its fine. You’re in no rush. You have no where else to be.
The person who approaches you a few minutes later isn’t your husband. No.
“Y/N?”
To him, it’s like seeing a ghost.
You’re not the one who got away. That would imply he sees you higher than he does. But you are the one who stuck with him and stung.
Because who dumps him? He’s a fucking prize. He’s a superstar resident. He’s hot. His parents are rich- which mattered more at 20 than now. But never the less. He was a prize. And you were just some ghetto trash townie. You should have been lucky. Worshiped him. Latched on and never let go.
Pushing 30 himself, he knows that was a bit… gross.
It was like a ghost.
Bitterly, he must admit, he sometimes wondered what happened to you in a negative sense. He was sure he was the best chance you ever had. That you probably dropped out to have some losers kid, had a few with a few dads, never went anywhere, “let yourself go”.
But right now. You looked good. Two pretty babies on your sides. You looked well maintained. Like you had a soft life. You looked good. Better than 20 maybe, somehow.
Big fucking rock on your hand. Still had those trashy long nails.
Oh turned around in shock.
“Oh. Wow. No way. Hi.”
You smile nicely, pretty and polite.
“I forgot you were from up here. Guess after med school you came back north?”
He nodded dumbly. Smooth.
“Yeah, hey. What are you doing here?” He asked in total shock.
“My husband works here. I was just dropping off dinner- oh! Baby! Hi.”
You wave, and over comes fucking Jack Abbot. ED attending who’s earned a hell of a cowboy reputation in the last two years, otherwise known for his undying love of his wife.
He pales a little.
“Hi angel- hey guys! What are you guys doing here?”
His attention is completely focused on his little boy who jumps into his arms. The resemblance is fucking uncanny. His little girl wiggling towards him.
“Wanted to bring you dinner, can’t have you running on empty, can we?”
Benji nodded in agreeent. Cutest little fucker.
Looking at the two of you, things click into place for Jack.
And he decides firmly, he’s going to fuck with this kid till the cows come home now. He’s heard the stories, now they’re in the flesh. He even looks the part.
But he can play dumb.
“Dr Park, how do you know my wife?”