Alpha!Dr. Robby keeps asking you, an omega resident, personal questions. Like, do you want kids, do you plan on finding a mate, are you on suppressants?
It gets to a point where you think Robby just hates omegas. Maybe he’s just an asshole alpha. You ask the other omegas in the ED if he gives them trouble too. Except, when Dana hears you asking Javadi about it, she starts laughing at you.
“Kid,” Dana wraps her arm around your shoulder, squeezing tightly. “Robby doesn’t hate you. He’s courting you.”
Now imagine that you, having spent the majority of the last 10 years focusing on school, don’t really know how to be courted. Now that you’ve crossed the threshold of actually knowing what is going on, you’re entirely lost. No alpha, beta, or even omega has courted you before.
Or, maybe they have, but you’ve been too busy to notice.
Whatever it is, you’re determined to not let this go. After the whole is-Robby-an-asshole thing, you soon realize that the chief attending is a great guy. Great alpha. You see it in the way he treats patients, even the med students and newer residents after a slip up. Shit, has it really been in front of you this whole time?
Unfortunately, Robby takes your lack of tact to mean that you’re uninterested. He stops asking questions, stops bringing you a coffee mid-shift, and now only speaks to you if it’s necessary for work.
Bad. Very bad. Especially because your omega has been warming up to him. Seeing him pull away now makes your skin crawl. You try courting him instead. It’s not very traditional, and Robby always looks at you like you have three heads when you hand him a coffee or scone in the morning.
It goes as poorly as you expected until one morning when you drop off the coffee. Robby always utters a thank you, but this morning he says it with a smile.
“Dana,” you nudge the charge nurse with your foot once Robby is out of earshot. “What’s up with him?”
“Who—?” Dana follows your line of sight, “Oh! Ha!” Dana raises her eyebrows and cocks her head, “Why, is he asking you about pups again?”
“Hey!” You slap Dana’s shoulder playfully. Shaking your head, you add, “He’s just being nicer to me? Like he smiled.”
Dana presses her lips together, “He’s never smiled at you before?”
“Dana, please be serious.”
“Alright, alright,” Dana shrugs, “You didn’t hear it from me, but he’s having some PTO next week.”
You raise your eyebrows, “His rut?”
Dana mimes zipping her lips, throwing the ‘key’ away with a wink.
Throughout the day, you catch his scent underneath his patches. Not much, but it’s deep and warm and just enough for you to make a very rash decision. A ballsy one. A stupid one. Really stupid, if you were being honest.
That night, you ransack your apartment. It’s not unheard of for an omega to offer an alpha something for their rut, but it’s certainly unheard of for an omega to do it to an alpha who isn’t theirs. If you had just been more socially adept, then he would be your alpha already. At least, that’s what you tell yourself when you tear apart your hamper.
That’s where you find it. It’s nothing fancy. Nothing lewd. Just the sleep shirt you’ve been wearing for the past week, long enough for to soak it with your scent. Sure, you might have masturbated in it once or twice, but a rutting alpha shouldn’t have any complaints about that. At least, you hope.
At the end of your next shift, the last one before Robby’s PTO, you can’t stand still. You try to keep as much distance from Robby without letting him entirely out of your orbit. He knows something’s up. He’s been watching you all day. You can feel it, even when you can’t locate him. It’s making you all the more nervous.
If he wanted to, Robby could have you fired for this. But it’s difficult to think about keeping the gift, knowing that he’ll be entirely alone during his rut.
So, you corner him at the hub at the end of the day. He’s already poised to go, bundled in a jacket with his bag over a shoulder.
“Hey,” Robby greets, eyes furrowed at the way your chest rises and falls rapidly. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, um,” your fingers tighten around the shirt behind your back. You wonder if he can smell it, if he knows it’s your scent and not just some other omega in the department. “I have something for you. For your… time off.”
Robby blinks, “Okay.”
“I know you don’t nest, obviously, but I thought this might help.”
You present the shirt in all its lack of glory. Christ, it does smell. You look between the shirt and Robby. His expression is unreadable, but familiar. You’ve seen it countless times before, when he’s trying to pick apart a tough case.
Robby stares at the shirt for a long while, nostrils occasionally flaring. “Why?” He asks, taking the shirt from you. That’s good, you think.
“For your rut?” Heat rushes to your face, “Um, and Dana told me you were courting me?”
Robby frowns, looking back at you, “Dana told you?”
“Yeah,” you say. Panic seizes you, and you blurt, “I can take the shirt back. If you weren’t, you know…”
Robby lifts the shirt to his nose and inhales. You’d advert your eyes, but the action makes you gape. Your attending— who has been courting you —is drinking up your scent in the middle of the hub. You shift on your feet, the action brings Robby back to you.
Robby folds the shirt delicately, shoving it into the pockets of his cargo pants. “Thank you. I—“ Robby presses his mouth shut. He nods, “Thank you.”
With that, Robby leaves you. You watch him weave through the department until, eventually, he disappears among the crowd.
“You’re welcome,” you finally manage, but it’s quiet, and Robby’s still gone.
Someone whistles lowly behind you. You turn to se Dana giving you two thumbs up.
“I can’t believe my favorite omega has game.”
“Dana,” you scoff, “Your husband is your favorite omega.”
She shrugs, throwing an arm around yourself, “Take the victory, kid.”
