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• emery was a state champion swimmer and tennis player in highschool

• samira did theater

• hard of hearing emery is so dear to me

• army vet emery walsh (i know it's controversial because people say that it's just yurifying mohabbot but idrc i love both of them)

• personal opinion is that emery only did her four years so the military could pay for school. she gets sent on two tours and on the last an IED blows up her convoy which results in her 70% hearing loss

• their kids are athletes. with emery's competitive streak and samira's determination, their kids have a couple championships in their respective sports

• they meet during samira's r1 year while she's at the VA. emery used to do PRN (latin pro re nata, means as needed) work for them when she had off days from PTMC

• when samira transfers to PTMC during her r2, she and emery have already been dating for 6 months

• they have a very private wedding right after the start of her r3 year, with garcia and collins as their witnesses

• emery gets samira to socialize, convinces her that getting a drink with trinity and dennis won't kill her

• emery has since had to DD a group of very drunk emergency medicine doctors on multiple occasions

• nerds. both of them.

• samira is a crossword enthusiast and movie fanatic and emery is a bookworm and music snob (she'll say otherwise)

• samira was so surprised at how well emery could cook at the beginning of their relationship. on her bad days, especially during her r2 year, emery would make sure that she always had samira's favorite meal ready before she left for work

• they work opposite shifts. occasionally, emery will switch to mornings for like a week, but mostly they work opposite shifts. they always make sure their days off align, though emery gets more cause she's an attending

• trinity started game night as a way to bond with the pittlings (which trinity very adamantly said that included samira even though she's like 3 years older then most of them). samira goes to game night and emery goes to the bar with garcia, ellis, jack, and shen in what they've deemed the "darts of death" tournament

• eventually, samira convinced emery to join them and as time went on the game night crew grew. baran came with trinity, cassie with vic, ellis with mel (cause frank and trinity were still working on being in the same room civilly), and jack with dennis. it's a very chaotic group and something always ends up broken

• i think trinity and baran become their closest couple friend if that makes sense. samira and baran are already friends from the VA and i'm a big fan of emery and trinity basically being sisters. patients have literally mistaken them for sisters when emery comes down for a consult and they just stopped correcting people

• big fan of the idea that the emery and trinity dynamic started on a night where samira all but drug emery to the bar with her and the pittlings. a couple of beers each and trinity challenges emery to an arm wrestling competition (which she promptly loses) and a bond is formed

• back to the couple friend dynamic, they babysit for each other the most out of any other couple. it is not uncommon for one of them to show up at the other couple's door and just hand them a kid

• switches. like it really depends on what kind of day they had and what they think the other person might need

• try to keep it professional at work, and succeed for the most part. but when emery catches robby berating samira after her panic attack, everyone hears her curse him out behind a closed door. they try to avoid paging emery for the rest of the day which irritates the mess out of garcia cause she's stuck with the consults

baran and ahmad are excellent parents, and he knows she's an excellent doctor. which is why when she has a seizure at home soon after they start back up and trinity's stuck on night shift, she goes to him.

she just shows up at his door one night and unloads, cries her eyes out because she's so scared they'll take her medical license like they took her drivers license. she's so scared she's gonna fail as a mother, as a partner to trinity, and as a doctor that she just crumbles. when she collapses on his couch, absolutely spent from the seizure and crying her eyes out, he immediately calls trinity.

trinity's elbow deep in charts not even four hours into her shift when her cellphone rings. normally, she'd ignore it. she tries not to bring personal life into the workplace, but when she sees ahmad's contact photo flick across her screen, her stomach twists just a little. to make him call so late, either something's wrong with kian or something's wrong with baran. trinity would prefer none of those options.

her stomach drops when she hears "she had a seizure at home. she's terrified, trinity, could barely get a sentence out through her tears." she tells him she's on the way and she nearly sprints to the nurses station to tell dana. she grabs dana by the elbow and pulls her to the side, in a hushed whisper informing her that "baranhadaseizure-". dana's telling her to leave before she even finishes the sentence.

she thinks she breaks every traffic law known to man in effort to get to baran as quickly as possible. she texts ahmad when she parks so he can buzz her up, and he's standing with the door wide open when she comes flying up the stairs.

"where is-"

"the couch."

"kian?"

"upstairs, asleep. he doesn't know."

"yeah, we should keep it that way."

he stops her before she walks to the couch where baran was currently sleeping. he sighs, his own emotions threatening to boil over.

"trinity, it was bad. i thought it was bad when we were married, but i've never seen her break down like this. she was just so..." he shakes his head, like he's trying to shake the memory away. "so scared. she's so scared of what's gonna happen."

trinity nods, trying to collect herself, before sitting beside baran's hip. she just watches her for a second, watches the rise and fall of her chest, notices the way that even asleep she's still rigid. trinity leans down, presses a reverent kiss to her hairline and brushes a strand of curls away from her eyes. baran stirs awake, trinity notices the slight delay still lingering, how baran's eyes find hers but don't seem to register it at first.

when they do, any resolve baran was holding onto breaks. fresh sobs surface as she covers her face in her hands in shame. trinity tugs her into her chest, cradling the back of her head as baran just sobs into her shirt. ahmad didn't know how she could possibly have more tears to cry as he watches his ex-wife clutch onto trinity, shake in her arms, and just break down.

trinity feels useless. she has no idea what to do, no idea how they're supposed to navigate this giant thing. this thing has already taken so much from baran and she can't sit and watch it take her career and her spark. she won't. but she's so lost with no plan on what to do next, so she just holds her girlfriend tighter, pressing kisses into her hair, and listens to her break down.

baran pulls back to face her, eyes red and mouth moving faster than she can control.

"i was better, i swear. i was doing so much better. please, trin, you have to believe me." she pleads, chest heaving as she tries to breathe. trinity's thumbs wipe away the tears as they fall, her own tears forming as she hears baran's confession.

"i haven't had them in so long, trinity. you have to believe me, please."

trinity nods her head solemnly, tears now falling down her face as well. "i know, i believe you. i know you haven't had them."

baran seems to calm slightly at that, breathing slightly evening out. trinity wipes the tears away again. she hates the fact that baran is sitting here trying to prove that she is competent, prove that she's ok, instead of admitting she's scared.

trinity bites her lip. "baby, they're back." she whispers.

she expects resistance, to be called a liar even. instead, a sob wrecks its way through baran's throat as she nods in agreement.

"i'm so scared, trin."

trinity's own facade breaks, no longer hiding her own sobs. she presses a lingering kiss to baran's forehead, murmuring "i know, baby. i know" into her hair.

trinity has no idea how long they sit there. long enough for baran's sobs to subside, ahmad make up the spare bedroom, and somehow convince the mohan-walsh's to come pick up a still sleeping kian.

trinity leads baran to the spare bedroom, sitting her in the edge of the bed. ahmad has set her bookbag (which she quickly discarded by the front door upon arrival) in the room. she grabs baran's spare set of clothes first, because she always carries a set for both of them, and they get ready for bed.

Samira doesn't get wasted. Often. Only after particularly bad shifts where Robby rides her all day, making her feel inadequate as a doctor and overall human. Other than that, she'll occasionally meet up with the park crew after shift for a beer and call it a night. She didn't socialize outside of work until a persistent Trinity Santos drug her to a bar with Whitaker and Javadi, claiming they needed a "brain break" after their shift. Slowly, colleagues became friends, Whitaker became Dennis, Javadi became Vic, and friends became family. Now, she meets up with the park crew almost nightly, even if she doesn't drink. She'll stay and talk with her friends until she barely has the energy to make it back to her apartment. She still doesn't get wasted.

The both of them refusing to get wasted means they both remember exactly what happened the night before. In extreme detail. When Emery stirs awake and sees the sun peeking through the curtains, she remembers the MCI at Pitt Fest, Abbott telling Samira to do a pigtail catheter, and finding herself not agreeing at all. When Samira wakes, feeling the arm around her waist tighten, pulling her flush with the body behind her, she remembers Emery's intense gaze on her as she performed the pigtail, not speaking to her afterwards, going home angry and bone tired, and waking up at 6:30 to Working a double. Surgery's got a mess of to deal with instead of her wife crawling into bed like usual.

As Samira fully comes to the world, more and more of her vision coming into clearer focus, she remembers waiting and waiting for Emery to come home. She spent hours alternating through sitting on the couch and reading, wiping down every surface in their kitchen, and folding two loads of laundry in their bedroom over and over again, just to keep her hands busy and mind off of where the hell her wife might be.

-

Emery comes home at 9pm. Two hours after her shift ended. Samara's sitting on the living room couch, picking at the spot where her fingernail meets skin when Emery's keys jingle against the lock. Emery's foot doesn't even cross the threshold before the floodgates open.

"Where the hell were you?"

Emery drops her bag on the chair by the door, not caring enough to put it away in its correct spot. "Out."

"Don't do that. Why didn't you call, or even text?" Samira huffs.

Emery shrugs. "Didn't plan on going until I was already there."

"You couldn't be bothered to tell your wife you weren't coming home immediately after working a double?"

"Don't give me that shit, Samira."

-

Samira sighs as she shifts in Emery's arms. Emery's arm goes from being draped across her waist to her stomach as Samira lays on her back. She finds Emery already gazing at her, expression soft and eyes locked on hers. A small smile creeps its way up her face when she sees her. Emery's hand lightly squeezes her hip, to ground herself and keep Samira close.

-

Emery remembers the yelling.

"You don't trust me!"

"That's not what I said at all!"

Samira scoffs. "You didn't have to. I can tell just by looking at you. Did you think I'd do something to put a patient at risk?" She shouts.

Emery groans, frustration bubbling over. "No, but you did! Jack put you in a position that jeopardized your career!"

"You undermined me in a room full of my colleagues! Then you didn't even speak to me afterwards!" Samira steps toward her.

"You made a reckless decision that could've backfired." Emery steps forward. "You put your career on the line for something Jack told you to do. If something went wrong, you suffer the consequences. An attending is protected by the hospital, a resident is not."

"Nothing went wrong, Emery!"

"Because you got lucky!"

-

Samira's hand cups Emery's jaw, thumb rubbing slow circles.

"Hi." She whispers.

"Hi." Emery's hand leaves Samira's stomach to hold her hand in place. "I love you."

Samira closes the space between them, lips meeting Emery's halfway and free hand cradling the nape of her neck. They shift, Samira now lying halfway on top of Emery's chest. Emery's grasp on her wrist doesn't falter when Samira rolls on top of her. She sighs into the kiss, free hand moving from Samira's hip to her ribs, keeping their bodies flush.

They pull back in desperate need of air and Samira murmurs "I love you, too" against her lips. Another kiss, this one punctuated with the drag of teeth across Emery's bottom lip as Samira pulls away. "So much."

-

Everything about this kiss opposes the ones they shared the night prior.

Emery remembers Samira panting into her mouth, hands in her hair and grinding on her thigh, saying "You're jealous I listened to Jack instead of you." Emery remembers tightening her hold on Samaria's hips, one arm holding her in place while the other dipped below the waistband of her sleep shorts, lips trailing hot, open-mouth kisses along the barrel of her throat. "You gonna say his name when I make you come, too?" Her lips found Samira's again, nothing about it is graceful. Teeth clacking, tongues invading each other's mouths, Emery biting Samira's lower lip and tugging her closer. Samira groans into the kiss before she pulls back, gasping heavily into her wife's mouth. Before she realizes it, her thumb hooks in Emery's mouth, fingers splayed out around her jaw. Emery bites down on it and curls her fingers just the way Samira likes, pleasure coiling deep in her stomach as she watches Samira throw her head back. "Fuck, Em-ry." She hiccups.

-

The midday sun peeks through their bedroom curtains and neither one of them bother to get up. Samira's head is on Emery's chest, feeling the rise and fall every time her wife breathes. Emery's hand is in Samira's hair, twirling a strand of curls around her finger. Samira's hand is thrown across Emery's stomach, their pinkies intertwined somewhere by Emery's hip. Their bare bodies are flush, legs tangled in a mess of sheets, and clothes strewn across their bedroom floor.

Emery kisses the top of Samira's head. "You were right."

"What do you mean?"

"I undermined you in a room full of doctors. I should've never spoken to you like that and I am so, so sorry."

Samira looks up at Emery. At her wife. At the woman she would do anything for.

"It's ok."

"No, it's not ok-"

"Emmy." Samira says. Emery shuts up. "You were right, too. I shouldn't have been doing that procedure when there was a safer option."

"The option would've killed the patient. You made the right call."

"But Abbott should've performed it. Not me." Samira's voice is soft. "You were right, it was reckless. I just wanted you to trust me."

Emery wants to curl up and die. She feels like the world's worst wife on the planet.

"I do," she whispers. "More than anyone."

Samira smiles and nearly all of Emery's worries wash away.

"I didn't mean it when I said you got lucky. No one else could've successfully done a pigtail catheter with that much chaos."

Samira beams, blush creeping its way into her cheeks. "Except Jack." She quips.

Emery gasps and pinches her hip. Samira laughs as she tried to wriggle her way out of Emery's arms (she fails).

"Do not mention him while we are naked." Emery says.

Samira's laugh turns into a full on cackle before she manages to say "You didn't seem to mind so much last night."

"Oh, I minded very much."

"Uh huh." Samira nods as she leans up to brush her lips against Emery's. She dodges Emery's lips as she tries to kiss her, subsequently drawing a whine out of the surgeon. Samira smirks. "I remember."

Emery surges forward, arm wrapping around Samira's head before she flips them over. Samira lands on her back with a gasp, momentarily stunned before Emery's mouth is back on hers. Samira fists her hands in her wife's hair, tugging her down from her mouth to the column of her throat. She groans when she hears Emery rasp "I love you" over and over again against her skin, each one punctuated with a kiss.

-

"You're so fucking cocky."

It comes out strained and breathy, the control that Emery had been trying to maintain finally giving way.

"You're agonizingly frustrating." Samira counters.

Emery's grip on the back of Samira's head falters as her wife trails kisses down her stomach. Samira's hands find purchase of Emery's hips, keeping the surgeon pinned down beneath her. She works her way back up, kissing up Emery's sternum to her throat before she nips at the spot behind Emery's good ear. Emery's hand fists in her hair, keeping her in that spot. Samira bites and tugs on her earlobe, slotting her thigh between Emery's legs.

"Always gotta be in charge." Samira husks. She rolls her hips forward. Emery throws her head back, hand fisting tighter in Samira's curls. Samira bites her earlobe again.

"Who's in charge now, baby?"

-

Samira's back is flush with Emery's front, the midday sun beaming through now. Emery draws circles on Samira's stomach with her hand, the other tangled with Samira's.

"We should probably eat something." Samira says.

Emery nods. "Yeah, probably." She kisses the back of Samira's head.

"I love you, Mira."