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“Fuck, you’re so hot, old man,” Dennis moaned, letting those greedy fingers bury themselves into Robby’s chest hair.
Robby grinned, pleased, before taking the initiative to pull off Dennis’ red flannel and sweaty white tank. It left them both naked from the waist up, with only their respective jewelry hanging from their necks.
“You Jewish?” Dennis asked, one finger tapping against the Magen David, making it press firmly into Robby’s skin like a brand.
“That a problem, kid?”
“Jeeze, ‘course not. Just curious,” Dennis scoffed, before he used warm hands to cup Robby’s cheeks to pull him into another heated kiss.
Or; what if Robby went on a sabbatical after Dr Adamson died, and he found himself in Broken Bow years before Dennis Whitaker ever came to PTMC?
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16 May 2026
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The elevator lurches once, then stalls. The emergency light flickers weakly, casting Robby and Whitaker in a dim, red glow before plunging them into near-total darkness. The only sound is their breathing—Whitaker’s still too fast, Robby’s measured, deliberate.
"You knew this might happen?" Whitaker asks.
"Yeah," Robby says. "Big storms like this fuck with the hospital's generators. We were lucky we got this far."
"Lucky," Whitaker echoes, the word coming out too soft.Robby and Whitaker get stuck in an elevator during a storm, and three weeks of tension catches up to them.
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The stranger from the stairwell stops beside a bank of linen cabinets and folds his arms loosely across his chest.
No, not a stairwell stranger, Dennis reminds himself. His attending.
He opens his mouth. “Dr. Robby—”
“You are a fourth-year medical student on rotation in my department,” Dr. Robby cuts off, “and what happened in the stairwell this morning does not change that.”
Dennis swallows.Dennis Whitaker didn't need fate to tell him he was meant to be a doctor. He just really wasn't expecting his new attending on his very last rotation of medical school to say the words inked around his bicep.
Or, a slow burn soulmate-identifying marks AU.
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