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Volunteer | Aaron Hotchner x Reader

My Fanfic Masterlist | Multifandom

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Reader: no use of YN, reader is a doctor, no precise description of gender or physique of reader.

Summary: You were a volunteer for the soccer team Aaron Hotchner coaches. When you decide to bite the bullet and ask the man out, he rejects you in what you felt was a humiliating manner. As you're trying to get used to your new life without seeing Hotch every week, you get called to help with a hostage situation as they need a doctor on site. The BAU is there.

NOTE: The summary is awful but I had no idea what to say without making spoilers.

Content Warning: hurt/comfort, hostage situation, inaccurate medical procedures, inaccurate baby delivery situation, explicit labor, medical complications, and lots of blood. Again, highly inaccurate, don't come at me with your medical degrees, I'm a historian, not a doctor.

Words: 6695

Rating: Explicit (Look CW)

Volunteer | Oneshot

Soccer had always been an easy sport to introduce to children in the US, that's why Haley Hotchner played with her son at any given time since he was three. Spending his fourth birthday in hiding was tough for them and Aaron could see that. When Jack kept watching the same tape repeatedly, Aaron decided to sign his son into a soccer team.

Belonging to a team gave Jack another social group away from school and an understanding of teamwork and camaraderie. It was also the perfect excuse for Aaron to keep his phone away and focus solely on his son on the weekends. Naming it an excuse might seem inappropriate, but for Aaron, having a semi-structured schedule to drive his free time helped him to push the work aside, avoiding hyper-focusing on the paperwork he took from the bureau. His implication with the team drove the other parents to ask him to coach the team, a proposition that he accepted with the assistance of his best friend, David Rossi.

Things were fine overall.

Then you showed up one weekend with Jessica who introduced you as the volunteer who was going to take care of the children's health. Aaron did his best to control his microexpressions but the sparkling look Jessica gave him behind your back spoke volumes to him.

When Jessica Brooks told you about the infant soccer league you looked at her with an arched eyebrow. You've finally graduated from med school and work as a doctor in the ER of a hospital. After three years there, it felt like your own home and the staff you worked with were your family. Jessica had become a new addition to the hospital's cafeteria, and she was so approachable and extroverted that it was easy for her to bond with the other members of the personnel.

Of course, you knew about the tragedy that hit her family when her sister was murdered leaving a child behind, and you've met Jack on several occasions. Yet, you were unable to pin down the moment, the insinuation, or the interaction that made Jessica corner you at the end of your shift to ask you if you'd be interested in volunteering your medical abilities for her nephew's soccer team.

"It's mostly scratches or sprained ankles at its worse," she insisted. "A little bird had told me you ought to socialize away from the hospital. It will be great for you!"

"Jessica…"

"Listen, Jack's dad has accepted to be the team's coach, and although I know that it has been a ruse of the soccer moms to ogle him every Sunday morning, he's going to take it seriously. Not like, he's going to be focused on winning every single match. They don't even keep scores for that age group. What I mean is that Aaron is going to concentrate on making it fun for the children, but also safe, and his medical knowledge is limited."

"You just said it's mostly scratches and sprained ankles. You don't need a doctor for that."

"Come on!! It'll be fun!!"

"Are you trying to set me up with him or something?"

Jessica scoffed, "He's way too old for you. I highly doubt you find him anything else than stern and intimidating. However, there are younger single parents. All I'm saying is that you should spend time with people away from these walls."

You cave in, as might be expected.

Aaron Hotcher was stern and pretty much intimidating, but he was also an absolutely cute little thing with the kids, sexy, and interesting. His assistant, David Rossi, was approachable and found a way to involve you in his conversations with Hotchner.

You were eager to please as a volunteer. You were very nice to the children, who seemed to attach to you almost immediately, and the parents soon rooted for you when they knew you were a medical doctor. Your awkward smile when one of the parents told you about the weird rash that had appeared on his rear made Aaron giggle inside.

From the point of view of a profiler, he could tell you had terrible social skills that you tried very hard to overcome and improve. You were more comfortable with children than with adults, maybe because you've been hurt in the past, you may have some trust issues and second guess yourself often in social situations but never in your work. He was unable to see the classic narcissism noticeable in surgeons, instead, you had a compulsive professionalism while being warm and caring. Aaron also saw some nerdiness and geekiness in you that made his heart melt without permission.

"To think that I brushed her off when she asked me if I was trying to set her up…" Jessica's voice pulled him out of his analysis.

"Is this a setup?"

"God, no. Not an intentional one, at least. I was not expecting you two to check each other out like that."

"I did not check her out."

"Aaron, it's me. I may not be a profiler, but I know your looks. You like her already and I know that as you get to know her better, you're going to like her more and more."

"It won't happen."

"Tell yourself that."

And he did. He told himself that along with other things but when he caught your eyes lingering on him when you thought he wasn't looking he felt a boost of self-esteem. Talking to you was a treat he rarely indulged himself with. The worst thing he thought he could do was to lead you on to think he felt the same because then he would lose the restraint that prevented him from falling in love again. It was too soon. You were too young. The 'what if' list got longer and longer as months passed.

That's how, after a few months you ended up crushing hard on that man that Jessica assured you was too old for you. Oh, boy, you didn't care. After the practices and matches, you stayed with Hotch to clear the place of the things you'd used with Jack's playful help, and that's what drew you closer. You found his deadpan jokes hilarious. You lived for his small smirks or full-on laughs, the tiny movements his eyebrows made when he found something amusing, the light in his dark eyes when he looked at his son laughing about what you'd said or done. Being of assistance was your main goal for the weekends and your supervisor in the ER was more than glad to fix your schedule so you could have those moments for the soccer team.

At some point, you inevitably thought of yourself as a needy puppy when you found yourself being always the first to comply with any of Hotch's requests. Due to the lack of major injuries (or injuries in any way or form), you didn't have much to do with the team, therefore you ran errands like buying snacks, or bringing gallons of water… To be honest you would've driven all the way to San Francisco if Hotch and Dave had asked you to. It was embarrassing.

Now that you were facing a pissed-off Aaron Hotchner, you were regretting accepting Jessica's push six months ago.

Mulling over your feelings for the past few weeks, you've decided to approach him and ask him out on a date. Just some coffee, really, nothing fancy. He frowned; his eyes ran through you seeing things you were fighting to hide. Little did you know that Aaron felt at the edge of an abyss.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Aaron tersely told you, and when your eyes wandered between his looking for a longer explanation, his panic clouded his mind, and he must admit was gratuitously rude to you. "With my work consisting in profiling people, do you actually believe that your behavior had been unnoticed? I've tried to put some distance between us to avoid confusing you and apparently, it hadn't worked. I don't intend to be mean, but if your sole motivation to volunteer here is to spend time with me or look at me, I think it'll be better for all of us if you stopped coming here. We don't need a doctor, anyway. The most you've done has been cleaning Travis' wound when he fell on top of a tiny rock and his hand started bleeding.

"I am sure that you are great in your work," he slowly assured you, "but we don't need your skills here. I'm doing this to spend quality time with my son, and I cannot enjoy it if my attention is on your stalking behavior."

"Stalking?" You whispered confused.

"It's not the appropriate word. I'm sorry. Just… This is a safe space for the kids to have fun, and we, parents, are here because of that. You have no connection with any of them, not the children and not the adults."

You press your lips to avoid pouting. The last thing you wanted was to break in front of him after that awful humiliation. Handing him the cones you'd collected, you had nothing else to do there, and knowing just how unwanted your presence was prevented you from saying goodbye to Rossi and Jack as you usually did.

Aaron's grip on the cones hurt his hands as he followed you with his eyes, a storm breaking in his chest. When instead of going towards Dave and Jack you kept walking out of the field, the old profiler looked at him across the field with concerned eyes. He bowed his head in shame.

Hiding from Jessica at work was easy for you, at least for the first few days after the humiliation, but on Wednesday, you decided to bite the bullet and face her. After sharing some pleasantries, you smiled sadly at her before telling her what you actually wanted to say.

"I don't know if Hotch has told you, but I asked him out for a coffee. He rejected me, of course," you laughed self-depreciatingly. "Um… I'm going to quit volunteering on the soccer team. Could you make sure he understands it is because I cannot face him after how he did it, and not because I'm unable to stop stalking him?"

"He said you were stalking him?"

"Not exactly. He said I had stalking behavior, apparently. I didn't notice. I– I've been fighting very hard to act normal around him. I promise that if he had just rejected my advances I would've kept my volunteering. I mean, it would've been awkward but I really do enjoy being out there. He made it pretty clear that I've been making him uncomfortable, and that's something I can't gut. Um… So, yeah, that's that."

Hotchner did not have it that easy to hide from his sister-in-law. Jessica narrowed her eyes at him when he came back home from a long work trip in Texas. As he asked about Jack, worried that her sour mood had to do with something regarding his son, she sighed crossing her arms.

"You told her you felt stalked? Really?"

Understanding washed over him.

"I might've misused the word," Aaron took accountability for his mistake.

"I cannot believe you can be so dumb! Aaron, she likes you! And you like her too, don't try to lie to me."

"She's too young and–"

"You're scared. That is normal, but listen to me, you deserve to be happy again. I'm pretty sure that a doctor will understand your crazy schedule better than anyone else. Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"It's done. Forget about it."

Pressing her hands against her eyes, Jess tried to calm down her anger. "Fine. I'm going to leave you alone, just one thing, Aaron, you've hurt her pretty badly and if you don't fix your mistake soon, you're going to miss your opportunity. She's a nice person, and she deserves better than to be humiliated that way."

"It wasn't my intention."

"Just because there was no ill intention in your behavior, does not mean that you're innocent of the damage you've caused." Gathering her things, she headed out the door. "Oh, and by the way, she asked me to tell you that she won't be volunteering for the team anymore. Not because she's unable to stop stalking you, but because the way you're rejected her made her believe that her presence is unwelcome and makes you uncomfortable, so… Well done."

Aaron did not give much thought to that until the weekend rolled over and you weren't there. While the parents and guardians were concerned about your well-being, the children stubbornly refused to start without you on the field because in their minds you were an essential part of the team, just as the coach was. Dave caught him lost in his mind more than once, but he never said anything out loud.

Three weeks after leaving the soccer team you were still surprised at how much you missed it. Weaver gave you all the hours you asked for to work on the weekends in order to fill your mind with work instead of daydreaming about how much fun the kids must've been having. Jessica told you once that Travis had scratched his knees but refused treatment even from his dad as he cried calling for you. That touched your broken heart; knowing that the little ones appreciated your presence even if it was irrelevant meant so much to you.

That Sunday you'd been working since Saturday morning treating everything from mild intoxication to hardcore injuries. Adrenaline was still pumping in your veins as you tore the yellow gown off to deposit it in the bin with the gloves you just used on the car-crash patient that Coleen was taking to the OR. Cracking your neck, you grabbed your white coat from where you'd dropped it to attend to the emergency. Slipping it on top of your scrubs (a patient had vomited on you during the night which forced you to change clothes) you approached the admission desk.

"Got something for me, Jerry?"

"Take your pick," he pointed to the row of histories.

"That's not fair! How is it I cannot pick?" said a petulant voice next to you.

"Because you're a student, Natalie. Here, take this. Seems the patient needs sutures."

"That's all I'm doing. Sutures, sutures, sutures," she mumbled as she went to gather the patient.

That's when a known figure caught your eye in the waiting room. Frowning, you looked at the histories, finding two familiar names. With the documents in your arms, you cross the waiting room towards them.

David Rossi was nursing his injured arm against his chest, standing next to Aaron and Jack, who were seating in the waiting room. He saw you at the admissions desk looking through the histories before taking two of them and walking straight towards him. That's when he knew it had been a good idea to make Aaron drive them to this concrete hospital. Aaron's eyes were locked on his son's injury, therefore he tensed slightly when he heard your voice after so long.

"Why, good morning, Jack," you cheerfully greet the young child that's sitting in his father's lap, who was pressing a towel against his son's head. "Didn't you have a match today?"

"I got hurt," the boy pouted although you could see he was enduring the pain.

"Why won't you come with me? Come with us, Dave," the man nodded with a glint in his eyes.

You haven't even glanced at Aaron's face, afraid that you may compromise your patient's needs by remembering the humiliating rejection you've suffered.

When he gathered the courage to look at you, his heart clenched in need as, for the first time since he'd known you, your beautiful eyes never landed on him. Not even once.

With Jack seated on a bed in the ER, you removed the towel finding a small wound surrounded by dry blood. It was puffy and bluish. Rossi explained that Jack had passed out while on the field and he had launched to get him, failing, and hurting his wrist on the landing.

"Very well, Jack, I'm going to ask you to do something for me," you said putting your penlight away after looking at the response in his eyes. "I want you to touch your nose with your fingertips, then pull the arms as far away as you can, and touch your nose again," you demonstrated what you wanted and the boy did it without trouble. "Well done. Now follow my finger without moving your head. That's right… Very good, Jack. Give me your hands. Grab mine as hard as you can. Good. Now," you put your hands on top of his feet, "try to push my hands up. As hard as you can. There you go. Okay.

"I'll listen to your heart now." After that and checking his reflexes, you sat on a small stool by the bed and asked him a few questions to evaluate his mental state. He was shy at first, but then he started babbling coherently, which was a good sign. "Jack, did you feel bad before the match?"

The boy looked at his dad and at Rossi, "No."

"I might not be a profiler, but that seems like a lie to me. Do you want to try again?"

"I– I had a tummyache."

"When you went to the bathroom, was your poop very liquid?"

"Yeah…"

"You didn't tell your dad?" Jack shook his head, regretting it immediately. "Why not, sweetheart?"

"I want to spend time with him, but if he's the coach and I can't play, then I have to go with Aunt Jess or look from the sidelines. That's not fun."

"Perfectly understandable. Does your tummy hurt still? No? When was the last time you ate something?"

Opening the history, you scrabble and check several squares before facing Aaron Hotchner for the first time, pulling your most professional façade on. He was waiting, observing every single move with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't see any symptoms of concussion. Jack doesn't even react badly to the light when pointed directly at his eyes. I believe that he's caught the stomach bug that's been running among children for the last few weeks and he's dehydrated due to the diarrhea.

"I'm going to run some blood tests, just to be certain. Although the headwound is superficial I'm aware that you'll feel better if we take some X-rays. I'll give him some fluids, clean the wound, and he'll be free to go if the tests come back clear.

"Once at home, lots of liquids. Water, Gatorade… Bland food, the usual. Keep him awake at least until his bedtime, that way you'll be aware of something bad happening. It's not going to happen anything bad, though."

He nodded, unable to find his voice after feeling the way your eyes stabbed him. Aaron Hotchner made a life out of analyzing people and he could see how hard you were trying to stand composed in front of him, to hide how strongly he had hurt you.

"Now you, Dave," you palped his wrist and scrunched your nose. "It's not broken. I think it's dislocated. I'm going to send you to X-rays with Jack, that way you keep each other company, and we'll see what's the situation with your wrist before trying to put it in place. Any questions? None? Good. Haleh," you called the nurse, "blood tests and fluids for the little man. A round of X-rays for both of them."

"On it."

"Need some help!!" Carter yelled while running towards the entrance of the emergency where an ambulance was dropping an injured and bloody patient.

"I'll be back when the X-rays are done," you promised the three men before running for the second ambulance. "What do we have?"

As the paramedic was explaining the patient's situation, she started to code which made you copy one of Carter's most dramatic moves and jump on top of the gurney to start compressions as the paramedics kept pushing it toward box two.

"That's really cool," Jack whispered mesmerized by the display of action. Aaron caressed his son's head with love.

Time went by, busy as always in the ER so your hands were full with both complicated and easy cases. Rossi, Aaron, and Jack spent the time waiting for the X-rays before waiting in the ER again; it didn't annoy them much, and they understood how it worked. Overall, they were all aware that they would still be waiting for their turn if you hadn't been working that day and saw them in the waiting room.

You were exhausted when you saw the three men again. Haleh handed you the X-ray complaining about how rude the technicians were when overloaded with work. Greeting them again, you put Jack's rays on a light panel close by.

"Look, Jack. This is your head. Can you see these circles? Those are your eyes. Now, this is the side where you had hit your head. There's no trace of damage in the bone," you looked at Hotch to make your message clear. "I can see that the fluids bag is almost empty. That's a good sign. Blood tests came back clear as well. Jack is fine. As I said before, liquids and bland food until the stomach bug is over.

"Let's see Dave's hand now…" You changed the rays. Rossi's wrist had been dislocated, as you thought.

Getting ready the needed stuff for the cast before placing the wrist in place, you explained everything to Jack who watched your moves like a hawk. Using Rossi's distraction, you pull his hand, putting his bones in place. It hurt him, and he cursed under his breath so you gifted him with your most innocent smile.

"You need the cast to avoid hurting your wrist more. Be more careful, David."

"As you say, Doc."

Carter's voice calling for you prevented you from pointing out his age. You turned to see him pointing to the board. Right, your shift must've been over three hours ago. Thumbs up you wink at him before turning your attention to your patients once again.

"I'm going to put you in the cast while Jack's bag completely empties, and then you guys can leave. Sounds good?"

"Who is that?" Jack asked.

"Doctor Carter," you simply say, focusing on the cast.

"Is he your boyfriend?" the child insisted. Aaron tensed with his son's boldness.

"Nope."

"Jack, it's not nice to ask those questions," Hotch reprimanded, making him pout.

"I just want to understand why she's not coming anymore." That admission stabbed him right in the heart.

"I'm not coming because you don't need me, Jack," you smiled at him. Another stab clenched Hotch's chest, he'd told you that.

"But we want you there!! It's not the same without you."

"That's very sweet, but it doesn't change the situation. This is done. Haleh will take that out of you, Jack. Be good," you pointed to both of your patients, ignoring Aaron once again.

Leaving them behind, you approached the admission counter to fix the paperwork when Carter cornered you with his cheeky expression and half smile. You rolled your eyes, putting your arms up in surrender.

"Fine. Fine. I'm leaving. See? This is me leaving."

"You better get out of my ER before another ambulance comes by."

"Meany."

"Out."

Rossi hummed watching the interaction just as Aaron's jaw set in distaste. "Is that jealousy or envy?"

"Not now, Dave."

It didn't take you too long to get ready to leave the hospital, and just at the moment you were crossing the doors you saw an ambulance come to a halt. Standing on the tip of your toes, you try to take a good look at the patient but Carter gave you 'the look' and you gave up. You just wanted to keep yourself busy. It was lunchtime and although you wanted to eat, you didn't want to do it all alone in your small apartment.

Walking towards the bus stop, you pulled out your phone thinking about ordering from the Indian restaurant close to your place and picked it up on your way. With a sigh, you decided you were not that hungry anyway.

Once in their home after that long morning in the ER, Aaron tried to pry the real feelings from his son, who openly told him that yes, he missed you and that he thought that you two were going to date in the future.

"You smile way more when she's on the team, Daddy," he had told him.

His resolution was clear, he was going to confront you, take accountability for his mistake, and beg you for a chance. Work prevented him from doing it right away.

You didn't hear from the Hotchner men or David Rossi for the next few days, which you anticipated, but when Saturday rolled up you found yourself in an ambulance next to Doctor Carter and Nurse Patton running to attend a hostage situation.

The place is a grocery store. Hostages are pressed against its windows to prevent the shooters from having a visual of the suspect. There's a control area with local agents and the FBI, and as you're led there by an officer, you locked eyes with Aaron Hotchner. He seemed composed and focused, but the moment he saw you his frown deepened and his skin ashen.

The three of you were introduced to the agents and you let Carter take control of the situation. He's older than you, your superior, and he had proved his leadership countless times in the hospital.

"The unsub is desperate. He is a father who's seen his world crumbling in the last few months as social services threatened to take his children from him," Rossi explained to all of you.

"He's compassionate with other people but he won't hesitate to kill in order to keep the custody of his children. He has asked for a medical team as there's a wounded hostage and a pregnant woman in terrible pain," the agent introduced as Emily Prentiss continued.

"He is reckless. He's cornered and that makes him dangerous. Under no circumstance try to approach him, antagonize him, or contradict him. Understand? He's volatile at this point and if he believes that you are the enemy, he will kill you on the spot." Although Hotchner's words were meant for the three of you, his eyes never left you for too long.

"Is there any plan?" Carter asked.

"He'll be distracted with you there. You just have to focus on doing your job. There's a CCTV system with video and audio that still work. We have eyes and ears on you."

"Fair enough. Patton, when we get in, you and I will attend to the wounded. You," Carter pointed at you, "go to the pregnant and check on the baby."

"Understood."

"Let's get you inside."

Following Agent Morgan to the end of the perimeter your heart quickened its beating rate pumping your blood faster through your veins boosted by the adrenaline raising in your system. The unsub, as the FBI called him, ordered the bunch of you to show that you weren't armed before allowing you to enter.

The man, in his late fifties but athletic, was sweating profusely. His eyes never focused on a spot for too long. His hands were running through his hair, drying his face, fidgeting anxiously. Saying that he was unstable was a huge misunderstanding. When Carter asked for his name, the man mumbled Eli almost unconsciously before cursing and aiming at the doctor with his gun claiming that they weren't there to talk to him.

Carter calmly explained his plan of action to Eli before proceeding. Patton and Carter found the wounded victim bleeding in abundance from a bullet wound in his thigh. As they worked fast and efficiently on it, Eli hovered over them with guilt written all over his face. The man kept promising that it had been an accident, that the gun had shot itself because the victim kept talking and talking. Carter deemed the wound not life-threatening itself as it hadn't pierced the artery; however, Eli wasn't sure how long it had been since the man was bleeding, which made the situation delicate still.

Meanwhile, you've approached the pregnant woman asking for her name with a soft calming smile on your face. Patty was focused enough to tell you that this was her first pregnancy, that she had gone to the grocery store craving pickles and peanut butter, and that she was in huge pain that had increased in the last few minutes. Putting on some gloves, you informed her that she needed a pelvic exam to see if everything was alright, but you started the exploration by touching her belly and auscultating both her chest and her belly in order to find a trace of the baby's heartbeat if possible. After that, you pulled up her dress finding a concerning hemorrhage.

"Alright, Patty. Can you tell me how often it hurts?" You removed her bloody underwear before proceeding to the exam and… "You're in labor."

"No. No. No. There's no way. It's early still. It's early."

"That makes your baby a bit impatient," you joked kindly.

The most important thing was that Patty remained as calm as possible, which wasn't much. After noticing how dilated she was, you found the baby's head ready to start its journey into the world. Then you palpated it. The umbilical cord was surrounding the baby's neck. As Patty started to scream you could feel the baby moving forward as she was pushing.

"No, Patty. Don't push."

"It hurts!"

"I know it does, but you can't push just yet. Mister Eli," you called for the unsub, "this woman is in labor and she needs a hospital."

"She's not leaving!!"

"I'm not making a suggestion, I'm stating a fact," you sternly answered piercing him with your determination. You weren't scared of him. "If this woman and her baby die here, it would be your fault."

Eli ran towards you pushing his gun to your forehead, you didn't even blink refusing to show weakness. "Then do your job."

"Oh, I'm going to. I'm not a miracle worker, though. And I need help."

Outside, in the control center, Aaron was losing his cool. On the inside, of course, he rarely broadcasts his emotions. Dave knew him well enough to put his castless hand on top of his friend's crossed arms to give him support.

"She's strong," whether it was a statement or a reminder, they didn't know.

The fact that you weren't cowering under Eli's aggressive behavior broke his resolve allowing two of the hostages on the windows to help you. One of them volunteered because she was a med student; she had been helping the wounded man before the arrival of the ambulance. You asked her to monitor Patty as the other volunteer helped you handing you whatever you needed at the moment.

Trying to calm down Patty, you winked at her as if saying that her condition wasn't as grave as you'd told the unsub. Focusing your senses on your hands, you tried to remove the umbilical cord from the baby's neck without hurting it or the mother. It took some time and deep breaths but in the end, you were able to move it around freeing the neck. Patty was close to collapse, sweaty and exhausted. You asked her to push with every contraction. Head out. Another push and there came the shoulders. Another big one and the baby was limp between your hands, blue and unresponsive. Clamping the cord, you cut it before depositing the infant on top of a bunch of towels the volunteer had gathered from the end of the store for you. You start the baby's reanimation.

"She's passed out," the med student told you anxiously.

Without stopping your compressions you saw Patty unconscious, bleeding way too much.

"Carter!!"

"I'm not done yet," he shot you a look across the place.

"Fuck… She hasn't expulsed the placenta yet, Carter."

"She has to go to a hospital," Carter spat to Eli.

"No one is leaving until they gave me my children back!!"

The newborn made a complaining sound before starting to cry. Taking a deep breath, you auscultated her to make sure that everything was fine. You wrapped her on the towels and handled her to the volunteer with the order of keeping her warm and to make sure that if she stopped breathing at any moment, you were called.

Turning your attention to Patty there wasn't much you could do at the moment. Her heart rate was decreasing, and she kept losing blood. There was a hospital a mile away, she could make it and they would be able to help her before it was too late.

"Under no circumstance try to approach him, antagonize him, or contradict him," Hotchner's words danced in your head as you got up from the floor peeling the damp gloves.

Fuck it.

"Are you happy now?" You spat at Eli. Carter's patient was receiving CPR uselessly.

"Don't move," Eli pointed his gun at you.

"You know? The officers out there told us that you were a compassionate man. That you just wanted your children back. I thought I could understand you then, you were just a father loving his children and wanting to be with them."

"Exactly!! I'm–"

"You're not," you calmly cut his outburst shocking him. "You're a disgusting piece of garbage. Did social services take your children? Well, if you behave out there just as half as you did here I'm surprised they didn't take them sooner."

"Shut up!!"

There was a commotion outside when Aaron grabbed his gun and headed towards the perimeter, Morgan and Rossi caught him before he could even take a step away from them. Dave took the gun out of his grip.

"What's wrong with you?" Morgan demanded.

"She's going to get herself killed!"

"I know this is tricky for you, but you can't just break protocol, Aaron."

"Dave, she's inside and–"

"She's giving us an opening," Reid's absent voice ran through them. "Look, he's so focused on her and their argument that we can approach the store and take him without him noticing."

After a moment of studying the situation, Hotch took his gun again and nodded. "Let's get ready."

They put on the earpieces that kept reproducing the conversation that was taking place inside the store in order to give them the correct tempo.

"Look at what you've done," you pressed. Your voice was low and stern, completely calm as you kept approaching him cornering him against the counter of the store without him noticing. "A woman that still had time to become a mother, is now dying on the floor because of you. A man is dead because of you."

"It was an accident. I– The gun–"

"They could've lived if you had left them to leave to a hospital. Compassionate, they said," you snorted in mockery. "You're just a selfish bastard that would kill his own children if they disobeyed."

"That's not true!! Not true. I never touched them. I– I'm a good man."

"You're a murderer. Funny thing how you assumed your children aren't here yet because the police won't take them, but you know the truth, don't you? They don't want to have anything to do with you."

"No!"

"They know what you are and they don't want to be with you."

It was fast. One second Eli was an anxious and sweaty mess moving from side to side with unfocussed attention, and the next he was ready to shoot you between the eyes. However, your change was just as fast. One second you were approaching him slowly, and the next you hit him in the face with your elbow in a perfect move. Eli lost his balance falling face-first to the floor. You kicked the gun away before he grabbed you, pulling you underneath him. He punched you in the face before Carter hooked his head with his arm tearing him away from you. The door burst open and the FBI took Eli away.

In the mess that was taking the unsub away from the store, checking on all the hostages, and guiding the EMT to the injured, Aaron was unable to take a proper look at you which made him feel antsy.

With Patty and her baby in an ambulance and all the hostages safe, except for the wounded man that had perished, Hotchner approached you. His stern demeanor hardened his set jaw and frowning brow.

"We had video and audio from the inside. What you did was reckless. What were you thinking? Did you not pay any attention to what I had to say before you got in? Eli Marsh could've–"

"I did my job, Agent Hotchner. I'm a doctor and my job is to help people in need. My patient was losing blood and she needed a hospital, so I got her out of there. I'd do it again if needed."

Before he could say something else, Rossi called for you to make your statement.

Aaron saw you leaving with steady feet and felt his chest puff with pride at how brave you'd been. Dave's look in the distance made him take a deep breath and handle the situation as the Unit Chief he was; he needed to clear his mind.

Back at the office, the team dispersed to complete their paperwork. He had no idea how long he'd been surrounded by papers to fulfill, but as he was writing his statement, his mind wandered away, and the images of you confronting and insulting a volatile unsub with such a strong stance and calm tone assaulted him.

A soft know in his office door pulled him away from that helpless memory. David Rossi observed him with those profiler eyes.

"Yes?"

"Stop being this stupid, Aaron. Go to her."

"I'm not done."

"There's no rush. Plus, Morgan and I will take care of all the paperwork that doesn't need your direct participation."

Looking out of his window to the bullpen he saw his whole team looking back at him. They all knew.

"Go." His friend insisted.

Despite the dangerous situation and nerve-wracking job, you had to perform that day, you went back to your hospital to check in with your bosses. Weaver gave you, Carter, and Patton the rest of the day off as well as the day after that. Patton left immediately, but Carter and you procrastinated for almost two hours in the staff room talking about the day.

When Carter decided he had energy enough to go home, he offered you a ride and you gratefully accepted. Heading out of the ER door, it took you a couple of glances to acknowledge that the silhouette you were seeing was actually there and not a side effect of the stressful day you'd had.

"Go ahead," you told Carter. He looked between the man and you as the distance shortened. He didn't seem pleased with leaving you alone but did it nonetheless. "Agent Hotchner," you greeted him. "Is there anything else I had to do with the case today?"

Shying away, Hotch fixed his tie, "This isn't an official visit. I just– Are you hungry?"

"That depends. Why are you asking?"

"I want to buy you dinner."

"Why?"

You weren't going to make it easy for him and when he noticed he smiled slightly. "Because I like you and I've been an asshole lately and today I– I was terrified when I saw you come down from the ambulance. I'm not ready to have you out of my sight."

"That sounds concerning."

"I'm sorry about what I said when you asked me out. I– I pushed you away because I wasn't sure about how long I could keep my distance. I wasn't fair and I know it. This doesn't have to lead to anything, but…"

"Nothing fancy, though."

Smiling more broadly, Aaron nodded. "Nothing fancy," he promised making a gesture towards his car.

The end.

#criminal minds #cm #aaron hotchner imagine #hotch #fem reader #aaron hotchner x reader #dr john carter #er #fanfic #fanfiction #hurt/comfort

[jakeotters]

“you’re alive, and that’s enough.”

#a reminder #john carter #er 1994 #dr john carter #you’re enough #today is my birthday #btw!! #i found this last night and i think it’s very fitting for me today 🥲 #noah wyle #john carter er

[ilovewriting06]

Secret Rendezvous

A/N: There will be a second part to this, maybe more idk, I wrote it for a friend but found that I actually enjoy writing for Carter and my bad habit of falling for fictional characters hit again 😅

I twiddle my thumbs in nervousness and anticipation as my brother, Dr. Mark Greene, introduces me to a group of his colleagues, well our colleagues. “Listen everybody, we have a new med student this year who is very special to me, everybody this is soon to be Dr. Y/N Greene.”

I chuckle nervously as I offer a shy wave, “Hi.” Mark rolls his eyes playfully with a laugh, “She’s also very shy but once you warm up to her watch out…she bites.”

I elbow him in the gut with a glare before letting a happy smile grace my face as Mark groans, “Ugh! Sorry Y/N/N.”

I hum before turning to the doctors, nurses, and other staff that are circled around me as Mark introduces them, “This is Doug Ross, he’s our pediatric doctor, this is Peter Benton he’s out surgical doctor, this is head nurse Carol Hathaway, play nice with her she'll dictate how well your day goes, and this is….Where the hell is Carter!?” Carter? Why does that name ring a bell?

I jump slightly as Mark yells in my ear. I cup my ear and kick Mark’s shin, “What the hell Mark! Don’t yell in my ear again or I‘ll cut yours off and shove it down your throat!”

I blush as everyone starts laughing, forgetting that there were others present. Before I could apologize a tall decent built guy comes running down the hall with a clipboard and papers. When he skids to a stop he’s huffing and puffing for air, “Sorry Dr. Greene, I got held up with a patient.” I chuckle as Mark shakes his head, “Yeah, alright, it’s fine, jus-,” Mark gets interrupted by a woman I quickly recognize as Susan, “Hey, Mark, we need you in curtain two. Oh, hey Y/N/N.”

I wave at Sharon as Mark groans before looking at me apologetically, “Y/N sorry I gotta go but you’ll be spending 99% of your time with Carter so uh, get to know each other and he’ll show you around and help you get the hang of things.”

I nod as Mark walks away before turning to Carter. When I take in his features my breath catches in my throat. Oh God! That’s why I remember him! A couple months ago I hooked up with another med student and thought it would go further since he seemed pretty interested in me, just as much as I was interested in him, but I woke up the next morning alone and I never saw him again.

When he meets my eyes his mouth drops slightly before he glances around and grabs my hand pulling me into an empty room. When he turns to me his eyes are wide and frantic, “Y-you’re the- oh God he’s gonna kill me! Why didn’t- how did I-,” I tilt my head as he has an internal breakdown before grabbing his shoulder and stopping his pacing, “Hey, John, calm down. It’s okay.” He relaxes slightly before shaking his head and freaking out again, “No it’s not okay, I slept with you! I didn’t know you were my boss’s sister! I should have known, oh God how was I so stupid!? That has to be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made!”

I feel my stomach deflate a little as I drop my hands from his arms and wrap them around myself. I look down and swallow thickly before whispering, “Sorry, I didn’t know I was such a stupid mistake….and technically he’s not your boss.”

I feel a warm hand circle my bicep gently while another tilts my chin to meet his eyes, “That’s not what I meant.” I look at the wall over his shoulder causing him to put his face in front of mine repeatedly as I try to dodge him. I finally laugh at his antics before realizing he did it to cheer me up, “I’m sorry, I was just freaking out but you weren’t a mistake, hell, you were the best decision I made all year.”

I feel butterflies flutter around before I furrow my brows and look into his eyes, “Then why did you leave?”

“What?”

“When I woke up, you were gone. If I was really the best decision you made, why did you leave?”

His face scrunches up in confusion and as much as I hate to admit it, it was fucking adorable, “It’s what you wanted.”

My eyes widen and I shake my head, “No! God no that’s not what I wanted! I wanted you to stay, I really like you.”

“But before we went back to your place, when we were talking you told me that it was awkward when people stayed over after meaningless sex.”

My heart lurches at the same time as it breaks, all this time I thought he wanted a one and done type thing when in reality he did what he thought I wanted him to do. I step forward and cup his face, “Oh John, I also told you that I didn’t do meaningless sex anymore, and if I took someone home I wanted them to stay.” His eyebrows scrunch together before a smile breaks out, “Does that mean you want to try a relationship?”

I lean further into him with a smile as my lips barely brush his, “As long as you can handle the pressure from my brother, doctor.” He groans before deepening the kiss and tugging me closer by the hips, “I’ll risk it.”

It’s been sixth months since I first started and I love every minute of it, especially the little rendezvous John and I sneak in. The first time it happened wasn’t planned it just happened, the second time I planned and he just followed, and was very pleased with the blowjob he got in the janitors closet, the third time he planned and I enjoyed being finger fucked against the wall in the break room, that one we almost got caught for, the fourth time was a quickie in the family bathroom, the sixth time was a not so quick quickie in radiology, and the seventh…well….that’s what I’m aiming for now.

“Carter I need the gauze, the really thick one.” His eyes dart up from his clipboard before furrowing his eyebrows since I just came from the supply room, where they would be, “But you-,” I cut him off nodding, “Yeah I know, but I can’t find it.” I add a little whininess to my voice and he sets the clipboard down still confused, “Okay? I guess I can help?”

I clasp my hands together before grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me excitedly as I hear Carol not so quietly whisper to Mark, “You’re sister’s an odd one, in a very lovable way.”

“Trust me, I know, I lived with it for twelve years, and now she’s living with me again.”

I shout over my shoulder slowing down slightly, “Yeah, after you practically begged me to!” He really hadn’t begged me he knew I needed a place to stay and he was adapting to being alone full time so he offered me a place to stay and I agreed.

As soon as Carter and I get into the supply room he walks right to the gauze and picks up a couple packs of it, “Babe, seriously? They were right,” he spins around to see me taking off my shirt to reveal a lacy pink bra before he drops the gauze whispering the rest of his sentence, “here.” I stalk forward all but throwing myself onto him, “God baby, I’m so horny!”

He groans into my mouth before running his left hand up my back sending goosebumps over my skin. I whine into his mouth as I grind into his thigh, “It’s over, God one week without you is like an addict going through withdrawal.”

The reason we haven’t had any ‘encounters’ over the last week is because of that lovely time of the month. Although we haven’t had sex we’ve had little dates, I even slept over with him two nights ago. We didn’t do anything sexual except a few passionate kisses that ended with us cuddling in bed watching some random tv show and sharing intimate details about ourselves. After only dating for a week I spent the night with him for the first time and now I can’t get enough of him, it’s not even the sex, don’t get me wrong he definitely knows how to please woman, but it’s the time we spend together learning things about each other and most recently, planning our future. The only downside is when morning rolls around I have to hurry home before Mark wakes up so he just thinks I got up early.

I weave my fingers through his hair before whining again, “John, please, I need you so bad.” He groans against my cheek before pushing me against the wall, “Baby I know, I can tell, I could tell this morning but what you want I can’t give you here, we don’t have time.” I pull him impossibly closer before shaking my head, “No! Please, I promise it’ll be enough, I promise!” He sighed before groaning as I roll my hips against his, “Princess I promise you it won’t be. You need nice and slow and deep. I can’t give you that here.”

I kiss his jaw with a whimper, “I just need one, one orgasm and I promise that will be enough.” He tries to pry himself away from me but I throw my left leg around his waist, “Y/N, one orgasm is just the tip of the iceberg, you need more than that, you need worked up and brought down and worked up all over again and we. do. not. have. time.” He finally pries himself away before snatching my shirt off the floor, “I promise that when we get off we’ll go home, and I’ll take care of you, I promise.” I sigh knowing he’s right before nodding, “Okay, but now I’m going to ruin my underwear. I have to spend another five hours with you and all your attractive qualities so I’m going to be in the sweetest form of hell there is.”

He smiles and hums, “Aww, don’t worry I have to spend the next five hours with a semi and all of your attractive qualities, which are far more than mine.” I scoff as I slip my shirt over my head before wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his chest, “Have you seen yourself, you’re the perfect combination. Your bright brown eyes and silky brown hair, your beautiful smile, you’re clumsy in the cutest sense of the word, your funny, cute, and have the biggest heart and truly care for people.”

He pulls my close and tucks my head into his neck while his face nuzzles into my hair, “Fuck, I love you.”

I pull back and cup his face with a wide smile brushing my lips against his, “Well fuck, I love you too.” I feel his smile widen before deepening the kiss.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

We jump apart to see Carol standing slack jawed in the doorway. I gasp before hissing, “Carol, shut up!”

She steps forward before shutting the door, “Does Mark know?” John and I shake our heads at the same time, “No!” Her surprise quickly turns to a girlish smile as she cheers, “You guys are so cute!”

I scowl and blush while John turns fifty shades of red, “Carol, you have to promise to not tell Mark, please.”

She puffs her cheeks and releases the air before she bites her lip, “Y/N/N, he’s gonna find out eventually just get it over with, it’s not like he can kill you.” My eyes widen and I shake my head, “Carol, please, I’m begging you, don’t tell him.”

She sighs before nodding, “Okay, fine I promise I won’t tell him but when he does find out, don’t let him know I knew.”

I nod once in finality, “Deal.”

When everyone is on their lunch break we decide to go over to Doc Magoos, which is where my heart got a stress test unintentionally and I’m sure John’s was about to stop.

“So fun fact.” I raise my eyebrow and look at Mark as well as everybody else, “And what’s that?”

He glared at me before leaving forward ever so slightly, “You have a boyfriend or a fling, whatever you want to call it.”

I look at Carol and she looks as surprised and scared as me, I glance at Carter as his hand digs into my thigh, where it had been sitting the majority of lunch and he looks like he’s going to need CPR in the next five seconds. I scoff, “That’s absurd.”

Mark narrows his eyes before crossing his arms, “Oh no it’s not, I know you.” I snort, “That is hardly evidence that I’m seeing someone and is now really the best time for this?”

He leans back and I glance at Carter again to see his face went from ‘oh my God I’m going to die’ to completely neutral before crossing my arms, I also notice how everyone is zeroed in on our conversation, even random people in the diner.

“Maybe not but we’re going to talk about it now. The late nights where you don’t get home till midnight or later, you disappear at random times during the day, my guess for ‘dates’, not to mention how you slip in around six in the morning thinking I’m still asleep, which I’m not. They all point to you having a fling or something.”

I sit up straighter and annoyance courses through my blood, and it’s not even at his constant need to mother hen me, “It is not a fling!” He smirks and nods, “So you admit it, there is someone.”

My eyes widen as I panic, “Uh, n-no, that’s, that isn’t what I said.” He shakes his head, “Not in so many words, but it was implied.” I scoff, “Even if there is someone, what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that you didn’t tell me. You usually tell me all these things but you aren’t telling me about this one which means one of two things, one, you know I would highly disapprove, or two, I know this person and I would still highly disapprove. I’m really hoping for one but I have a feeling it’s two.”

I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water, “I-okay maybe there is someone.” He sighs, “Yeah, I figured, but question is, is it one or two?”

God I hate Mark, he always gets me to spill my guts no matter how hard I try to keep them in. I look down as I mumble, “Two.” I glance up to see Mark close his eyes and see the disappointment all over his face. I lay my hand over Carter’s, which is now rubbing circles with his thumb in a comforting manner. I squeeze his hand before playing with his fingers out of nervousness.

“Mark, you have to understand, I really like him, hell I love him. He’s sweet, smart, funny, has a heart made of gold, and he loves me.”

“How do you know?”

At this point I forget everyone in the diner is prying into out conversation, “What?”

“That he loves you, how do you know?”

“Because he told me.”

“How do you know he’s not lying.”

“I just know.”

I had never been so happy to hear a beeper in my whole life. Mark growls as he stands up before looking at me, “This isn’t over, you’re going to tell me everything tonight.”

As he walks away a sheepish smile makes its way onto my face before I yell, “I have plans tonight!”

When our shift is finally over I’m all but begging John to leave, “Please, you promised!” He chuckles, “You sure? After lunch you still want to go to my place tonight?”

I nod frantically before whining, “I just need you, need you so bad.”

He licks his lips before caving, “Alright, okay let’s go, but you have to go home. If you don’t it’ll just make your brother even angrier.”

I sigh and nod, “Yeah, okay, fine.”

When we finally get back to his place I’m practically buzzing with need, “Baby, please.” He chuckles as he shakes his head, “I have to unlock the door first.”

I latch myself to the front of him kissing up and down his neck as he fumbles with the keys, “Fuck!”

When the door is finally opened I’m pushed inside before being pinned to the back of the door. I roll my hips against his feeling the ever growing bulge in his pants. He groans before wrapping my legs around his waist and leaving wet, open mouth kisses up and down my neck before nipping at my sweet spot. I tug on his hair as I whine, throwing my head back against the door.

He groans before pulling me from the door and setting me feet back on the ground. As we stumble to the bedroom a trail of clothes are left behind us. When we make it to the bedroom I’m thrown onto the bed before John is climbing on top of me throwing my bra across the room, “Do you know hard I got from listening to you defend me? And god when you got mad and your face scrunched all up? You looked like an angry little kitten whose toy was taken.”

I mewled as I arched my body against his, “He tried to take my toy, but it’s my favorite one of all, one that I’ll hold onto for the rest of my life.” He groaned against my chest before taking my nipple into his mouth.

I moaned as I ran my hand through his hair giving it a sharp tug causing him to moan against my chest and his cock to twitch against my thigh. I grind my pelvis against his before trying to push his head further down to where I needed him most. He chuckled as he popped off my nipple and left kisses down my stomach, “Such a needy little kitten.” I whined at the new nickname before moaning as his finger slid up my slit.

He groaned as his eyes landed on my core, “Fuck, who made you this wet?”

I try and pull his head closer but whimper when he doesn’t budge, “You, God it’s you! It’ll always be you!”

He groaned before running his nose against me and bumping my clit resulting in a high pitched moan, “Oh God!” He chuckles against me sending a wave of pleasure through me, “That’s not my name kitten.”

I wiggle my hips trying to get more friction but his hands pin my waist down as he tsks, “Nuh uh, no pleasure till you say my name.”

I whine as his nose teases my clit, “J-john.” He raises and eyebrow and I sigh impatiently, “Daddy! Please, please, please, touch me!” I see his smile for a split second before I throw my head back and moan in ecstasy. I arch my back towards him as his tongue circles my clit and his finger teases my hole. I tug on his hair receiving a groan as I whimper, “I need to cum, please let me cum.”

He sighs against me before inserting two fingers into me without warning rubbing against my g-spot perfectly. I release a high pitched moan as he bites my clit before pulling back slightly, “You can cum whenever you want to kitten.”

I moan as I release all over his digits before letting out a cry as he keeps going quickly drawing a second orgasm out of me which leads to a third and a fourth. I cry out trying to push him away as he goes for number five, “S’ t-too m-much.” He releases me from his mouth but his fingers continue their torture as he coos, “You can do it kitten, I know you can, just one more and I’ll give you a break. Come on princess, be Daddy’s good girl.”

I nod my head as tears steam down my face, “O-okay, I’ll be your g-good g-girl.” He presses sweet little kisses to the inside of my trembling thighs as the knot in my stomach grows tighter and tighter before I moan his name like a prayer as I fall over the edge again. After he rides me through my orgasm I whine and push him away again, only this time he moves.

As he moves to hover over me I pant trying to catch my breath, “Thank you.” He smiles before pressing a kiss to my lips, “You’re welcome baby.” I wrap my arms around his shoulder before pulling him down into a kiss tasting myself on his lips, “I like being called kitten.” He chuckles against my mouth, “I could tell.”

I sigh contentedly before pressing a kiss against his shoulder, “I do love you, you know?” He pulls back ever so slightly before smiling like a lovesick puppy, “I know, and I love you too.”

I close my eyes just enjoying the closeness of our bodies before John asks, “You know what today is?” I open my eyes to meet his brown ones, “No?” He smiles before pushing himself to sit up and reach into his bedside table. He turns back around holding a small box, “It’s our six month anniversary.” I can’t help but laugh at his proud smile before crawling into his lap and pulling him into a kiss, “You are so fucking sweet, you know that?” He shrugs, “You’ve mentioned it a time or two.” I smile before he hands me the box, “Here, open it.”

I take it gently before opening it. I gasp as I take in the necklace with a diamond encrusted C on it, “John I couldn’t possibly accept this.” He smiles before brushing a piece of hair behind my ear and caressing my jaw, “Yes you can, you know I’m not in any financial trouble, we’ve already agreed we want to spend the rest of our lives together, and most importantly, by the end of the night your brother will officially know who you’re dating.”

Before I even have time to answer he’s guiding me to stand and turn my back to him. As he brushes my hair to the side and clasps it on he presses a kiss to my jaw, “I decided on a C rather than a J because someday you’re last name will be Carter too, that is if you want to change your last name.”

I glance down to see the sparkling pendant laying beautifully on my chest before turning to look at John, “I want to change my last name, I mean, how good does Y/N Carter sound? It’s just meant to be.”

He pulls me closer by the hips with a smile, “It sounds perfect babe.” I pull his lips harshly into mine before smirking, “Hey babe?”

“Yeah?”

“You can fuck me now.”

#er #john carter #dr john carter #mark greene #dr mark greene #john carter x reader #smut #carol hathaway #doug ross

[pineapple-coffee]

I firmly believe John Carter is bisexual and I firmly believe he realized that when he met Dennis Gant

#like I don’t think they were ever a couple #but I think carter realized he wasn’t entirely straight #nbc er #john carter #dr john carter #dennis gant #dr dennis gant

[kazutoes]

chaos theory — trauma center (derang) edition

inspired by ER!!

#derek stiles #angie thompson #trauma center #trauma center under the knife 2 #trauma center second opinion #derang #derek stiles x angie thompson #dxa #how do I tag? #kaz draws #nbc er #er show #er #dr john carter #dr abby lockhart #tv: er

[lucyskniqht]

in this moment now capture it, remember it

it's just rained, and instead of going straight home after her shift, lucy finds herself enamored by the chicago weather.

ao3!

#lucy knight #john carter #carcy #carter x knight #nbc er #er series #dr john carter #lucy knight er #fearless tv #rain kiss!!!

[er-139]

Posting my favourite moments from the ER reunion pt 3/?

#IM BACK #with these at least #I was rewatching the clips and figured I had to give it a rewatch coz there were so many good moments #nbc er #er nbc #er #john carter #noah wyle #peter benton #mark greene #carol hathaway #doug ross #kerry weaver #george clooney #eriq la salle #susan lewis #anthony edwards #elizabeth corday #dr john carter #julianna margulies #laura innes #er memes #e.r. #er reunion funny bits #er reunion #cch pounder #gloria reuben

[allyjoe755]

this is a john carter appreciation post thank you dr john carter for existing and to whatever writers made his character

#er #er tv series #er tv show #john carter #dr john carter #John carter md

[onefail-at-atime]

An ER reunion episode should happen.

Hear me out.

Just a 2hr special bringing all our favorite doctors back to Chicagoland. Corday is visiting Rachel at County. Carter is still there just being Carter. Abby and Luka are in town because Neela and Ray decided to get married in Chicago. Benton and Carter have rekindled their bromance now that John is back in the States. Cate is still putting up with Morris and Brenner. Susan Lewis is also in Chicago to attend a medical conference with Kerry Weaver annoying her the entire time.

And Frank and Jerry are still arguing over how to run the admit desk.

Please, just give us this.

#nbc er #er nbc #elizabeth corday #john carter er #dr john carter #luka kovac #kerry weaver #susan lewis #peter benton #abby lockhart

[ally-holmes]

Unseen | Dr. John Carter x Reader (Ch. 5)

Series Masterlist

Chapter Four -- Chapter Six

Pairing: John Carter x Fem!Reader

Chapter summary: Reader and Carter are back in Chicago. They reunite.

Content warning: scars, angst, awful people.

Word count: 2450

Unseen | Chapter Five

The cold and humid Seattle air caressed her face almost tenderly. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes allowing the coldness to pierce her skin to the bone. She might've been overdramatic about the whole situation, but the idea of being out of the institute for good gave her a new appreciation for her surroundings.

After her painful relapse due to Carter's call, she worked hard on her mental health, committing to not leaving until she was better deep into her core. And now she was. Of course, staying there implied that she had to say her goodbyes to her friends as they left, one by one. Richie was the first one to go, promising to be in touch. Stanley left soon after him and apparently, they'd been living together since. Andrew refused to abandon the institute until she was leaving herself because his protective instincts overpowered his reason; in the end, Doctor Loomis forced Andrew's release a week before hers, and he allowed it.

A soft pull on her windbreak made her open the eyes she didn't know she'd closed. Tess Ross was looking at her with her cheeks flushed and a big smile with a tooth gap.

"Aunty, Mommy says that you have to come inside now."

The bossy child grabbed her hand and pulled before she could complain. Ross and Carol had been kind enough to provide her with a place to stay after she came out of the institute and before she decided what to do with her life. That morning, Ross had picked her up from the institute and vaguely implied that a secret party was being prepared which is why she did not make a big fuss when Carol offered her to enjoy herself in their backyard for a few minutes.

What she did not expect, however, was finding Andrew, Stanley, and Richie waiting for her next to Ross, Carol, and Kate. Luka was there as well!! Tess, with her charming smile, pushed her slightly in her lower back when she found herself stuck in place. Smiling broadly, with a terrifying feeling of happiness burning in her chest, she enjoyed her party with her friends.

"You know, Doctor Rodriguez talked the other day about needing personnel in the ER area of the hospital. You know, if you're interested," Ross said in a failed nonchalant tone in the middle of dinner. Carol rolled her eyes in front of him.

"I suppose you put a good word on my behalf?"

Ross snorted, "There was no need, kid. Your curriculum has always been spotless. Yes, you have a big gap on it at the moment, but… You know, with the circumstances…"

The poor man looked at his now wife pleading for aid.

"What do you want to do?" Carol wondered plainly.

"I– I really want to go back to the County General," she confessed staring at her food.

The silence was so gloomy that even the twins stopped their banter in the background glancing at the adults.

"Um…" Luka cleared his throat. "If you don't mind me asking, why?"

"I know it may sound silly but… It's my home. That hospital taught me. It reminds me of all the things I learned with you," she looked at Ross earnestly, "with Mark. I– I truly miss Mark Greene and feel he mentored me to be there, especially in his last months. You both know how important the ER was for him, and how much he enjoyed it. I like it and enjoy it just as much. Of course, I know that there are plenty of ERs in other hospitals, but…"

Sighing, she ran a hand over her face noticing the scarred tissue crossing her skin. "I also believe that it can be good for me. I can't avoid Chicago forever. I can't– I won't be afraid of my hometown just because a psycho played Edward Scissorhands with my body."

"I'm coming with you," Andrew stated.

"There's no need for–"

"He was going with you no matter where you went, sweetcheeks" Richie smiled at you. "You know him well enough to know that. Andrew has adopted us, deal with it."

"Does that mean that you two are coming to Chicago as well?" she asked with skepticism.

Stanley snorted, "We've already rented a place there. Andrew here has negotiated to rent the apartment next to us."

"We'll be neighbors!" Richie cheered.

"It's better to share an apartment. Cheaper."

Having the support of her friends and the companionship of Andrew was settling, to be honest. A part of her thought that having them around in Chicago sounded too much like having a bunch of babysitters, although another part of her understood that the security blanket their friendship had built around them was needed. The world was wider than the institute, ruder and hurtful.

"I guess that's settled, then," Ross smiled proudly, nudging her knee with his own under the table.

She was going home.

*

If there was one thing John Carter was not expecting when he left Chicago for Paris in a desperate move to save his marriage, it was coming back to the County General to work for free while waiting for a kidney donor. Mind you, he never thought he would end up in that position so young, but life and the circumstances… well…

As he parked his black Jeep in front of the emergency entry he felt his bile creep up his throat. Luka, who had kept in touch with him despite the call he made to the mental institution Y/N was in, had warned him about her presence in the hospital. Since that fatidic call, Luka never mentioned Y/N's name in front of John, but when Carter explained his situation and that he was coming back to Chicago, Luka had no way out.

He had no idea if she was working at the moment if Luka had warned her and she had taken some vacations, if she was going to pretend he didn't exist, if she– The possible scenarios ran through his mind as he pushed himself out of the car.

However, he promptly found out that there was another thing he was not expecting when reaching the hospital. Nobody knew him. There was no trace of his old coworkers anywhere. Doctor Morris was the only one he vaguely recognized from the board, and when people heard his name, there was this awkward silence. Of course, they remembered the gossip about Ross and Carol Hathaway. Always the gossip.

Taking another look at the board he did not find her name there and his stomach settled.

The whole business with Banfield about getting some short privileges wasn't so bad. Sure, it took some time to have her alone to fully explain and she looked stern, but in the end, it worked out. Sam was kind enough to tell John about how Y/N had warned Banfield about him probably wanting to work there to keep his skills and even recommended to her that he was a great addition to the staff. That shocked Carter. Of all the scenarios he had portrayed in his mind, that was not one of them.

That night, after having visited the Carter Center and the place where he and Kim spread Joshua's ashes, John stared into nothingness while having his dialysis. The rhythmic sound of the machine drilled his mind. He'd been walking on eggshells with everyone who asked about Kim because they weren't great. After he'd come after her to France, their sorrow got swallowed in silence. They went back to Africa, to work, to be useful. It had been his last resort to save his sanity and his marriage because both of them focused on their work so much that… Well, it sounds awful but their marriage improved as long as the time they spent with each other was shortened.

Now, alone and scared, John felt lost.

*

A week. Y/N managed to avoid Carter for a whole week before their shifts matched almost by accident. Morris had to take care of an issue that forced him to change his shift with Carter. As Y/N was filling up a form next to Frank at the admissions desk, Carter came out of the lounge. She saw his form in her peripheral vision but pretended not to notice. Her skin broke into goosebumps due to the anxiety facing John Carter provoked in her. Finishing the paperwork, she closed the history putting her pen in the chest pocket of her white coat. As she got into a fully standing position with her head up and face visible, Carter stopped in his tracks.

He had imagined the damage to her skin several times before, but he never expected that much. One thing was to picture a tragedy in his mind, and the other was to actually see it. His heart stopped for a moment, breaking into a million pieces.

Then she smiled at him, and it broke again.

It wasn't her usually friendly and loving smile. No. This smile was shy, socially acceptable, and fake.

"Long time no see. I've heard you've been a pain in the ass for this last week, Carter."

Her voice, after all this time, warmed his soul with nostalgia. She sounded artificial, though. Knowing that his body language made her uncomfortable about her scars and probably reminded her about her torture, John closed the distance as he was supposed to and acted as if there weren't scars crossing her face and neck.

"What can I say? It gets annoying to be corrected over and over as if I have no idea what I'm doing."

She snorted, "Yeah, sure. What happens is that you were the golden boy of the ER and now you're rusty. Have you been practicing medicine in Africa? Of course. However, you might agree that the resources and techniques there weren't as advanced as ours then, and while it's been kind of stuck there, here's been improving and changing."

"Still. When I know a procedure can save a life, I don't want to be looked at as if I was a med student again. Especially by people who's less experienced than me."

"Oh, Carter. This is a humbling experience for you. Embrace it."

"We have a multiple-car accident," Sam stated after answering the radio station.

"Are you still rusty, pretty boy?" She gave him her mischievous grin.

She'd been afraid of panicking in front of Carter, of not being able to do her job properly, but in the end, all those concerns proved to be misplaced. Carter and Y/N dived into their usual routine while treating a patient hand-to-hand. Aware of how useless John felt when being corrected and questioned, she did it in the most caring way. Their tandem performed fantastically, to the point of barely needing to exchange a word before doing a procedure in unison. It felt like riding a bike, something one can never forget, no matter how much you push it aside.

Their friendship, although damaged and rusty, was still strong. Even if it had been better for Y/N to just move on ignoring everything related to John Carter.

As the day went by, their personal chat was trivial and mundane focused mostly on how things had changed in the hospital and so on.

With the end of the shift quite close, she grabbed the next history from the admissions desk where Jerry and Frank were arguing again. She went to the bed the patient was in and gave her a polite smile introducing herself. The patient was a middle-aged woman with a fancy dress and fake pearls who pursed her lips the moment she saw Y/N.

"Is this some kind of joke?" the patient exclaimed while you were still assessing the symptoms listed on the history.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I want a doctor. I'm ill and I want to be seen by a proper doctor, not some Freddy Krueger victim."

"I am a real doctor, ma'am. I'm an attending."

"I won't be treated by a freak show like you."

Carter, who was seeing the scene from the admission desk, stopped Sam from intervening. He would've loved to step in and insult the lady just as she rudely was doing with Y/N, but he was well aware of how self-sufficient Y/N was. Stepping in would've only made things worse, so he waited, looking from the sidelines for a hint of anxiety or discomfort that would break Y/N.

None showed up.

"Well, ma'am. I'm the only doctor available, and if you refuse treatment from me I'm going to have to ask you to go to the waiting room until a more suitable doctor is free for you."

"That's not fair! It's my turn!"

"And you refused treatment."

"I might be dying."

"You're not. Please, go to the waiting room."

"This is outrageous. I–"

Y/N turned around ignoring her while Chunny and Haleh accompanied the patient to the waiting room again. According to the chart, the patient did not have anything life-threatening. Y/N was positive that the woman could be treated with some painkillers, so she hid the history under a bunch of paperwork at the admissions desk. She would be treated by another doctor, but after she'd waited her fair share.

John stopped her before she was able to go to her next patient.

"Are you alright?"

"Um… Yeah. I mean, it happens more often than you think," she caressed her scars absently. "Contrary to popular belief, children are the most respectful and nice ones about my scars. It makes me wonder what the fuck happens for a child to become such a middle-aged nightmare."

"Let me know if you need anything."

"I'm fine, Carter."

She didn't lie. She was, in fact, fine. However, the definition of what 'fine' meant had changed for her lowering the bar so much that it was difficult not to be fine.

When her shift was ending, she finally rescued the lady's chart from under the desk before going to the lounge to change. Carter entered a few minutes after her.

"It was nice working with you again. I… Um… I know that things are tense between us, but I was wondering if, maybe, we could grab a coffee someday. To catch up. I want to know how you've been."

John's shy and nervous voice twisted her stomach. Closing her locker, she turned to face her coworker. "I don't drink coffee anymore." She waited for Carter's expression to crumble in defeat before saying anything else. "It doesn't mix well with my meds. I'm free now. If you want."

"Yes!"

To be continued… 

#fanfic #fanfiction #noah wyle #fem reader #nbc er #er tv series #er tv show #er #dr john carter #john carter #dr john carter x reader #john carter x reader #er fanfic

[jakeotters]

“john carter is mlm” i say into the mic.

the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence in the room.

“it’s true.” they say. i look for the owner of the voice. there in the 5th row stands: noah wyle himself.

#john carter #er 1994 #noah wyle #dr john carter #john carter er #nbc er #i will not be accepting criticism at this time #because i’m right #anyways i love him so much

[ilovewriting06]

Secret Rendezvous- Part 2

I pant, covered in sweat, as John drops to lay beside me, “How you can go for so many rounds?”

He chuckles into my neck as he pulls me into him, “You, when you beg me for something you sound so needy and it just does some thin’ to me.”

I run my hand threw his hair with a breathless chuckle as he places kisses down my neck and my chest, “You’re such a simp.” He pulls me half onto him with a bright smile as his hand plays with my diamond necklace, “Only for you kitten.”

I throw my head back with a groan, “Stooppp. I can’t go another round but if you keep calling me that I’m gonna need you again.” He laces his fingers through mine before lifting it to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it, “M’sorry baby, I love you.” I let out an airy sigh, “I love you too, so, so much.”

I let my eyes flutter shut as the exhaustion from our previous exploits takes over before John rubs my thigh, “Hey sweetheart, you gotta go home.” I whine and shake my head, “Nnn, don’t wanna.”

He gets off the bed before grabbing my ankles and pulling to the end of the bed, “Y/N/N, I don’t want you to either but Mark will be even more mad if you don’t go home.” I sigh knowing he’s right but furrow my eyebrows when John disappears, “John?” I smile when he comes back from the bathroom in his boxers and carrying a rag before spreading my legs gently, “l’ll get you all cleaned up but then you have to go.”

When I’m cleaned up and dressed I walk out to the kitchen where John is pouring tea into a glass. I walk up behind him wrapping my arms around his waist effectively scaring him. I screech and jump back as tea spills all over my pants and he runs to the sink and grabs the hand towel apologizing profusely, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you! Oh my God I’m so sorry, are you okay!?” I grab his bicep and pull him up from the ground before pulling him into a kiss to calm him down, “Relax babe, I’m okay, jus’ a lil sticky.”

When he pulls away his adorable smile spreads across his face before grimacing, “You can’t wear those home.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re sticky, you hate being sticky. It’s like your kryptonite.”

My heart warms at the fact that he remembers the time he took me to breakfast and I almost lost it when I got syrup on my hand and became sticky. At the time he panicked because it was only our second date but now he relishes in my panic when I’m sticky, as long as I’m not uncomfortable.

I take a deep breath as I get out of Johns jeep, “You sure you don’t want me to go up with you?” I lean in and give him a quick kiss before retreating and leaning against the door, “No, that’ll just make it worse. Give me tonight to talk to him and trust me you’ll talk to him plenty tomorrow.”

I twist the doorknob as I swallow thickly, maybe he’s asleep, “Well look who it is.” Nope, not asleep. I walk further into the room to see him sitting on the couch with his arms along the back as I pull up John’s sweat pants that are a little too big on me. His eyes narrow as he takes in my appearance, “Are you fucking serious?”

I look down and look back to him confused, “What? My pants got covered in tea so he loaned me his sweatpants while he washes my jeans.” Mark grits his jaw before leaning forward, “That is not what I’m talking about.” I raise an eyebrow and shrug, “Then what?” He glares obviously unamused, “Y/N! You have three hickies that are visible from here!”

My eyes widen and my mouth drops, “He didn’t! He knows that I have work tomorrow!” Mark gets up and walks towards me before brushing my hair to the side, “Holy shit! Make that five.” I open and close my mouth at a lose for words before I notice his eyes lock onto my necklace, “What’s that?”

I decide to act clueless hoping to slow this down a little because it’s not going how I planned, “What’s what?” He gently grabs my necklace between his thumb and forefinger, “This.” I shrug, “It’s a necklace.”

He furrows his brows before turning to flick on another light and his eyes widen, “Yeah one I’ve never seen you with, and I definitely know you don’t have money for this.” He surveys it a little closer before opening his mouth slightly, “Holy crap, is that real diamonds?”

I take a small step back before gently grabbing the pendant and nibbling on my bottom lip as I watch the light bulb go on over Mark’s head, “It’s a C.” I nod slightly and I swear his eye twitches as he puts the pieces together, “No! There is no way in hell! You’re dating Carter!?”

I lick my lips and attempt to stutter out an answer, but it never comes as Mark steps backwards, “All this time I have been working with you and your boyfriend and I just thought you two were friends.” I shrug, “He is my friend, he’s my best friend.”

“That you SLEEP with!” I scowl, “That’s not all we do you know! He loves me!”

“Like hell he does! Even if he does it won’t work!”

I scoff, “Oh yeah? And how do you know that!?”

“He’s rich, and you aren’t.”

I shake my head with an emotionless laugh, “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

I watch as Mark loses the last little bit of resolve he has, “Do you honestly think he loves you? Get your head out of the clouds Y/N! All you are to him is an easy fuck!”

I feel tears sting my eyes as I point at the necklace, “Then what the hell is this?” He scoffs, “It’s to keep you coming around. What, does he buy you nice things in return for sex? Is that it?”

I choke back a sob knowing that this Mark is not my brother Mark, “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you but stop.”

“No, I’m trying to save you from heartbreak.”

“Mark, stop.”

“Get it through your head, he. does not. love. you.”

“I SAID STOP!”

“Damn it Y/N! DON’T YOU GET IT!? YOU ARE NOTHING TO HIM, NOTHING!”

I feel a tear trickle down my cheek as I hiss, “Just because your marriage failed doesn’t mean that every relationship is going to crash and burn, but this one,” I gesture between him and I as my eyes get cloudier, “this one sure as hell is. Well guess what I have something to tell you too Mark, go to hell.”

Without another word I walk back out the door slamming it behind me as I head to the train hoping to get to John’s before midnight.

Mark’s POV

As soon as I see the tear slip down her face I know I screwed up and it’s like a punch to the gut when she slams the door obviously mad and hurt, especially after she told me our ‘relationship’ as siblings was over. “FUCK!”

I lean my head against the door knowing she’s right, I’m angry and exhausted from dealing with Jen and I turned this all into a huge fight that was extremely unnecessary. Hell, I like Carter and she could do a hell of a lot worse but I am also worried that he’s using her, but the necklace is telling me that’s definitely not the case.

I groan knowing she went to Carter’s and I have no idea where he lives, but I know who might.

“Hello?”

“Hey Carol, it’s Mark, I need a favor.”

“What the hell Mark? It’s midnight and I work in like four hours, what could you possibly need?”

“…Carter’s address.”

I hear her gasp and declare, “No! I will not let you beat Carter because he’s dating your sister! He’s a sweet boy and they really love each other so no, I’m not giving you his address.”

She knew! “YOU KNEW!?”

I hear silence for a few seconds and then a nervous laugh, “Yeah, honest I only found out today, I walked into the supply room to see them kissing.”

“KISSING!? AT WORK!?”

“Relax Mark, it was totally PG. He had his hands in respectful places and hers were wrapped around his waist and I’m 99% sure I heard them say I love you, and Mark I swear I had never heard something so sincere in ages.”

I groan, “I don’t want to beat him Carol, I just need his address.”

“Why? What is so important that you need his address?”

I sigh ashamed of what happened before sitting on the couch, “We had a fight and it was bad, and she left and that’s the only place I can think of that she would have went.”

“Jesus Mark! What the hell did you tell her!?”

“Pretty much that he was using her for sex and she lost it, I’m pretty sure she called off our siblingship. Right before telling me to go to hell.”

I hear Carol gasp before she lets out a small growl, “Mark you fucking idiot, why would you tell her that when she’s obviously in love with him?”

“I don’t know Carol, I’ve just been so angry and frustrated with everything that’s going on with Jen and Rachel and I took it out on Y/N.”

“You realize you’re wrong about all this right?”

“Yeah Carol, I know. Just, please, give me his address.”

“Alright but fix this.”

When I get to the apartment building I double check the apartment number with the one on my paper before knocking on the door. A few seconds pass and no one answers the door so I go to knock again but before my hand makes contact with the door it’s swung open to reveal an upset Carter.

When his eyes meet mine he all but growls as his eyes narrow, “What the hell do you want?” I’m slightly taken aback by the venom in his words, something that seems so foreign coming from Carter. The sweet innocent doctor I’ve known for a couple years who has never once raised his voice now looks like he’s about to kill me if I make the wrong move.

I step back slightly as I take in his appearance, his hair’s messy and I notice a hickey on the side of his neck that’s obviously a few hours old, before my eyes travel to his shirt to see water stains on his shoulder, something tells me that’s tear stains.

“Can I come in?” I swear his eye twitches as his hand grips the door impossibly harder, “For what reason? To tell her that I’m just using her? You know I thought you knew me better than that, but obviously not.”

I grimace knowing that I have a lot to fix, not just between Y/N and I, but also between Carter and I, “No, I want to apologize. I was completely out of line, I'm stressed out about the divorce and the whole revelation that my wife was cheating on me and bringing the guy around my daughter. I took all my emotions out on her and it wasn’t fair, or right. Please, let me talk to her.”

He sighs and shakes his head slightly, “Alright, fine, 5 minutes and if she wants you out I’ll drag you out myself.” I nod and walk past him slightly as he closes and locks the door before slowly following him into the living room where I see my sister curled up in a ball with bloodshot eyes and a tissue. Her eyes meet mine before snapping to Carters with a hint of betrayal laced in her voice, “John?”

I don’t miss the way he flinched at the tone of her voice before he makes his way to the couch as he glances at me, “Can you give us a minute?”

I nod before retreating into the entry way where I still have a good view of them and my heart almost breaks as she shakes her head violently and pushes away from Carter. I frown as Carter’s frown deepens before cupping Y/N’s face and rubbing her cheekbones and saying something to her causing her eyes to flutter shut as she gives him a small nod. Carter smiles slightly as he pulls her into a quick kiss before she crawls into his lap straddling his hips and laying her head in the juncture of his neck telling him something that causes him to caress her head and place a kiss onto her temple. Carter makes eye contact with me and motions me in as I take a deep breath preparing myself for this conversation.

Y/N’s POV

I knock on John’s door as I sniffle and wipe my tears. After knocking a few more times I hear something hit something and I hear John curse before throwing open the door with his hair a mess and eyes filled with sleep. I choke down a sob as his eyes widen, “Sweetheart? What’s wrong? Come here.”

He pulls me into his chest and walks us backwards so he can close and lock the door. As he rubs my back I finally allow myself to breakdown now that I feel safe enough. He coos quietly as he holds me in place, “You’re okay, baby. Shh, please don’t cry, I hate it when you cry.” His words make me cry harder and he pulls me into him a little tighter as he panics a little, “I’m sorry, it’s not about me, if you need to cry let it out, I’ll just hold you until you’re ready to talk.” I bury my head deeper into his shoulder letting the tears flow as he continues whispering sweet words and ‘I love yous’ into my hair.

When I’ve run out of tears I throw my leg around his waist and he seems to get the hint effortlessly picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist making his way to the couch. When he sits down he continues rubbing my back as I hiccup, “H-he was being mean.” I swear John’s lip threatens to lift ever so slightly at my choice of words before he processes what I said. “What do you mean? What happened?”

I pull back to make eye contact with him before explaining the conversation word for word, or at least as close as I could get it. “And then I came here, I just really needed you.”

I lay my head back on his shoulder as he gently squeezes my bicep, “Nothing he said was true, I love you. Honest to God I don’t know what I would do without you and I don’t ever want to find out.”

“You won’t have to, I’m not leaving you.”

He reaches for the coffee table where a box of tissues still sit from when we watched the titanic the other night. When he hands me a tissue I thank him with a kiss to his jaw before there’s a knock on the door. My eyes widen as I look at him to see him extremely confused as to why someone is here at like one in the morning.

I hear talking in the entrance way not able to make out who was here before John comes back and has Mark trailing behind him. I look at John in shock and betrayal, “John?”

I watch as he closes his eyes at my tone of voice asking Mark to give us a minute before sitting beside me. He reaches out for me with a pleading tone, “Please baby, talk to him.” I shake my head and shuffle back, “Why? You know I can’t deal with him right now.” He reaches forward slowly allowing me time to pull back if I want and cups my face when I don’t pull away, “I know you don’t want to but he seems sorry. I’ll stay here the whole time and if it gets too much I promise I’ll make him leave, just talk to him. Can you do that for me sweetheart?”

My eyes flutter closed as I nuzzle my face in his palms with a small nod, “Promise you won’t leave?” He smiles and pulls me into a kiss, “Cross my heart.” I crawl into his lap and press a kiss to his neck right on the fresh bruise murmuring a quiet I love you causing him to jerk a little from the contact before he caresses my head and arms places a quick kiss on my temple, “I love you too sweet girl.”

I shift to face Mark as he sits in the chair across from us, “Y/N, I’m sorry, I really am.” I burrow further into John’s chest and he tightens his arms around me as I glare at Mark through red tear stained eyes. Mark slides to the front of the chair and clasps his hands, “Look Y/N/N, the divorce and custody disagreement is stressing me out and I just got done a 36 hour shifts so I was exhausted physically and mentally and add all of that on top of angry it’s a bad combination and you got the best of it I took it, and I’m sorry.”

I smile slightly knowing he’s being honest and is honestly sorry. I shift to sit up a little to show Mark I’m listening and he had my attention which causes him to sit up before he looks at my hand that is now fiddling with John’s and John’s other hand that’s resting on the inside of my thigh to keep me calm. Mark clears his throat before scratching the back of his neck, “I owe an apology to you too Carter.”

I feel John perk up before making eye contact with me looking a little surprised, “I’m sorry?” Mark chuckles slightly at John’s confusion before nodding, “I may not have said anything to you directly but I said things about you that aren’t true and I’m sorry and I owe you a thank you too.”

John raises an eyebrow as I squeeze his hand, “Now I’m really confused.” Mark rubs his jaw before sighing, “For taking care of Y/N, she’s my only sibling and she’s younger than me so that adds to my protectiveness but she’s happy, really really happy with you. That goddamn smile never leaves her face and she’s enjoying life a little more than she has in a long time, so thank you for giving my little sister the love she deserves.”

John kisses my temple before nodding his head at Mark, “She deserves more than I can give her but damn if I’m not selfish and holding on tight.”

I gasp before sitting up straight and placing my hands on Johns shoulders, “John Truman Carter! Don’t you dare say that! You’ve given me far more than I deserve and you keep on giving and I love you and if we lost everything today I would still be right here.”

Johns fingers dig into my hips as he smiles his boyish smile as his messy hair flops to the side, “God how did I get so lucky?”

Before I can answer Mark stands up, “I’m gonna go, but I really am sorry.” I jump off John’s lap before pulling Mark into a hug, “I forgive you but the next time you say one wrong thing about John I’ll stick a scalpel in your knee cap.” I kiss his cheek with a sickly sweet smile as his eyes widen, “G-got it sis, now get some sleep we all work tomorrow.”

Once Mark leaves I lock the door before spinning around to see John standing in front of me and a sly smile spreads across my face as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, “Ya know, I feel like we’ve been in this position once before today.” He picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist as he pecks my lips, “Yup, only difference is this time, we’re going to bed to sleep.” I hum in his neck, “Mmm, good cause there’s this really attractive guy that I know that fucked all my energy out of me a couple hours ago and I need a nap before we do it all over again in the morning.”

#john carter #dr john carter #mark greene #dr mark greene #er #john carter x reader #dr john carter x reader

[riverageleis]

I need fic recs. Can you help me get inspired and excited about my fandoms again?

#stargate #daniel jackson #sg1 #jack o'neill #stargate sg 1 #stargate sg1 #jack oneill #dr daniel jackson #jack x daniel #sam x daniel #sam/daniel #samantha carter #teal'c #jack/daniel #stargate atlantis #john sheppard #sga #rodney mckay #teyla emmagan #ronan dex #john/rodney #john/rodney/teyla/ronon #ot4 #angst #adventure #hurt/comfort #im not opposed to dead doves

[my-little-random-world]

𝑲𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 | ER Season 15 Episode 22 — And in the End...

#the wives with their eldest #hehe :3 #lol 😂 #laura innes #kerry weaver #dr weaver #sherry stringfield #susan lewis #dr lewis #noah wyle #john carter #dr carter #kerry weaver x susan lewis #kerry x susan #i will go down with this ship #nbc er #er #my gifs

[lucyskniqht]

this is so them…

#carcy as textposts #dr john carter #lucy knight #carter x knight #carcy #er series #nbc er

[the-mushroom-faerie]

stargate kiddies phone wallpapers!! use them if you like but please don't repost or sell

#stargate #stargate atlantis #stargate sg1 #jack is pulling daniel out of a Far Too Deep Hole and Elizabeth has tired babysitter energy #im really proud of these #my art #drawing my favourite characters as small children brings me way too much joy #jack o'neill #samantha carter #daniel jackson #teal'c #dr elizabeth weir #rodney mckay #john sheppard #radek zelenka #teyla emmagan #ronan dex #carson beckett #ok i lied i did draw carson again #but hes a small child mostly hidden #i still love him but the man is hard to draw #hey maybe theyre at the same park