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Robby is counting the minutes until Jack comes on shift.
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Jack and Robby had unexpected fantastic sex. Now Robby wonders how to act normal around Jack again.
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22 Aug 2026
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20 Aug 2026
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“Look at him, Samira,” Jack says. The words seem lodged in his throat. He's forcing them out. “Sweetheart fucking face. And they were gonna kill him.”
He kisses the dog on the top of its head. And Samira usually finds that sort of behavior foreign and disgusting, but she puddles just a little more when she sees Jack Abbot do it.
“So you took a chance on him?” she says.
“What can I say?” Jack lifts the tags on his dog’s collar with a crook of his finger. Samira watches as they slide, metal on metal, identifying information, dents and dings—and she sees it, she aches as she sees it, that scrape of metal limbs and dog tags in gray matter memories. “I'm a sucker for lost fucking causes.”
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Jack rescues a tripod dog with a history of violence. Samira learns what they each have in common.
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12 Aug 2026
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It's New Year's Eve, Robby has plans and Jack isn't working. Jack's called in to cover and ends up with concussion.
It's no big deal, not like Robby was planning to propose or anything.
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12 Aug 2026
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Domestic Life for the Russian Doctor by dancingthroughthedarknesswithyou
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
11 Aug 2026
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Almost in tandem, they moved to the middle of the bed, curling up next to each other. Arms slung over waists, Robby’s face in Jack’s hair, Jack’s face against his neck. A sigh of contentment.
“Yashenka moy,” Robby murmured, leaning his head against him.
Jack’s answer came immediately: “Mishenka moy.”
My Jack. My Robby.
They were words that had been spoken thousands of times: whispered into necks, exchanged over traumas, said across rooftop railings. It meant: I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re not alone. It’s just us. Take my hand. We’re in this together. It's you and me.
Simply put, it meant: I love you.
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11 Aug 2026