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    Jack was poised for a beautiful three-pointer when Jake spoke, "So, hey, what's it feel like to get fucked?"

    The surprise of it scattered his focus for an instant, but figuring that was what Jake wanted, Jack let muscle memory pull him through, releasing the basketball—and getting nothing but net, fuck yeah.

    Then he looked over at Jake and tipped his head, nonchalant. "Vulnerable."

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    02 Sep 2025

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    "There a reason you came back from basketball gagging for it?"

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    'There was no formal arrangement, nothing that could easily be defined as any recognizable brand of relationship. But Jack learned in the army that sometimes you needed someone to hold. To remind you that you’re human. That there’s someone who cares. Not that either of them would say anything mushy like that. It was basically a business transaction. Sleep in each other’s beds a couple nights a week and in exchange make it to the following week without going off the deep end. Business.'

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    Dr. Abbot starts the day on the edge of the roof, and ends it talking his friend off the same ledge. In the process, he reflects on their strange relationship.

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    Written during season one, as a result some elements are canon divergent.

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    21 Nov 2025

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    “Well, we could start with getting attached, asking questions, and spending too much time together.”

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    Denial. Robby could recite the stages of grief like a prayer. But this? No, it simply wasn’t true. He’d seen Jack, what, an hour and a half before 8:24? Jack, who’d joked about…something. What was it? Hawkeye, that was it. Jack had called Robby ‘Hawkeye.’ And then he’d left, saying he’d see him tonight. Jack had said specifically that, he’d said he’d see Robby tonight. That wasn’t…that just wouldn’t make sense.

    “No, he, uh…he’s back on duty in a couple hours, he’ll be coming in for his shift.”

    It was such an inane thing to say. Exactly the sort of thing he’d find heartrendingly innocent in the family of a patient, when delivering the bad news. Not rational. Not real. But this had to be real, Jack had to be coming in for his shift. Handover was in two hours.

    Officer Anders stepped in. “We’d like you to come down to the station with us to identify the body.”

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    Robby finds out that he's Jack's emergency contact in the worst possible way: when he's called in to identify the body.

    Can be a sequel to 'Day or Night,' but also works as a standalone. Title from 'I Was an Island' by John-Allison Weiss.

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    21 Nov 2025

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    Jack’s face paled as the full implications of Robby’s words hit him. “Oh. Oh, fuck.”

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    "I want to be alone, Jack," Robby said, short and sharp and pissy.

    Fucking great. Apparently in the 45 minutes since Jack had last seen him, Robby had gone from devastation to anger. This would be fun.

    "It's nice to want things," he drawled, deliberately light. "I wanted to walk out of Iraq on my own two feet, but hey. No plan survives contact with the enemy and all that."

    Robby turned then, looking at him over the top of the couch, face drawn, eyes dark in the low lights. "Yeah? You my enemy?"

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    27 May 2025

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    "And then you walked out. Like God was making a point. Because look what I have: someone who knows what I need when I need it, who gets me, who supports me even when I'm a dick, a balm for a weary soul."