I refuse the notion that Isaac is as much of a d*ck as he appears to be so in here we have a little splash of happy Disaac because why not?

Marcus
Nope, thank god.
Alex
Phew!
CameronCharlotte
Nope.
"Hmmmm" Dom mock-rubbed his chin whilst he thought.
"What are you doing?" Isaac had a tone of warning in his voice, he was trying to be serious but Dom could see the playful smirk on his lips.
"Hacking in to Bernie Wolfe's email" he chirped back as he tried another option.
Serena
Oh thank god, that would've been cringey. Isaac tried to get more information out of Dom but it appeared he wasn't getting an audience.
"Dom, Dom!" Dom stopped typing and turned to his boyfriend innocently.
"Yes?" Isaac rolled his eyes and stood up, letting him get on with it.
Come on Dom what does she care about?
Army
Nope.
Medicine
Nope.
"Aha!" he had an idea.

"What happened to the emails?" Isaac was surprised, he'd left him not a minute ago.
"Or did you just miss me?" he stepped closer to Dom, expecting his advances to be reciprocated. His boyfriend just smirked in his face.
"No! I need to see what battalion she was in"
Isaac looked at him blankly.
"Her password you idiot. Now get out the way!"
It didn't take him long to find out, turns out people have a lot to say about Major Berenice Wolfe on the internet, he now knew a lot more about the woman than he would ever want to. He raced back to the staff room, wanting to escape the ward before he had chance to be trapped by Griffin or Sacha.

fifteenthbattalion
Correct. Gosh, some people are so predictable.
"Well well" he smiled proudly to himself, a smile that then grew as he saw Bernie's draft folder, six emails saved and all addressed to no-one but quite obviously for Serena. She was really just making this easy for him.
He clicked open the first.
"Serena. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you like that but I can't help it, it's what I do."
Eurgh. That was disappointing. He left the chair and flopped back on to the sofa, flicking open a nearby magazine looking for something better to read after that drivvle.

Cheryl's phone hacked, texts to ex revealed!

Perfect, he settled down in his chair and started to read, to help him think, of course. It took him three pages until he realised. Slapping his forehead with the heel of his hand he rushed back over to the laptop.
"Serena. My love,
I'm a fool, I'm sorry for leaving you like this"
It was working. All these emails need is a bit of added content and they'll sure be more than enough for Serena. Dom giggled at his incredible plan, even if he does say so himself. He glanced back at the magazine for more inspiration.
"It's who I am, I turn away the people I adore. Please forgive me, I don't know what I would do without you.
Yours, forever
Bernie"

He opened the second of his victims.
"Serena,
I like you a lot, I hope I haven't ruined things.
Bernie"
Well no wonder she didn't send this one, it got deleted straight away. There was no hope for it. The third however, was more promising. As were the fourth and the fifth. Bernie got more desperate and the emails went on and Dom made sure to take full advantage of that. He had developed quite a knack for it by the time he reached the end of the fifth, Cheryl was being ever so helpful with her melodramatic texting and Dom had plenty of experience with this kind of thing. In short, this was easy as pie. He closed the folder with a flourish. Just as he did another one appeared in the drafts. Curious, he clicked it open not understanding how two people could be on the same email account at the same time and hoping beyond hope that Bernie hadn't seen what he was doing. The time stamp read 13:45, twenty minutes ago, phew it must just have taken a while to get through.

"I love you Serena. I'm in love with you. You make me feel different, happier, braver, and safer than I have ever felt in my life. Your smile could light up an entire solar system, your laugh gives me a lump in my throat and a strange glow in my stomach. You are the most kind, forgiving, funny woman I have ever met and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I know this will never be enough, I'll never be enough for you, but I hope it's start to erasing the hurt I caused you.

Yours,
Bernie"

Not a single letter was changed. It even brought a tear to Dom's eyes. Jesus. Maybe she didn't need his help after all.
No, she did. He'd spent too long on this to give up now.
Collating his five emails he typed Serena's name in the address book and hardly looked when he clicked the first thing that came up. The thought to press send had already left his brain and started to make its way to his hand before he saw what was in the "to" section. He'd clicked on a group, saved in Bernie's email because of all the group emails she sends. Everyone in AAU, by the looks of it, Raf, Morven, and Fletch as well as a few other names he didn't recognise.
"Aah well" Dom couldn't stop now. He clicked send and held his breath.

By ability to just warp email servers to do what I want to make my story make sense really astounds me. As I'm posting this all at once I can't respond to any people reading this but hello if you're there! I hope you're enjoying this badly written pile of trash, much love.