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Characters: Baran Al-Hashimi (OCs: the Al-Hashimis; Amir, Karim) Cassie McKay / Michael Robinavitch / John Shen / Victoria Javadi Ships: Robbishimi / Robby x Al-Hashimi

The premise for the greater fic is that Baran and Robby are forced to take a road trip together for a medical conference (they are not together as a couple in this fic). Some hijinks ensue. I may make some adjustment to this scene but here's the 'beta snippet'.

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Baran finds Robby by the pool alone, outside. He’s sitting on the edge with his feet in the water. It’s 10 PM local time. 

“Dr. Robinavitch,” she says. 

He turns his head when he hears her voice. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“I’m just thinking.” 

“About what?” Baran takes note that he may not be completely sober as she sees a beer can in a koozy beside him. She sits next to him putting her feet into the water. 

“My mom… today is her birthday,” he says slowly. 

“Well, happy birthday to her.”

“She passed 45 years ago.”

“I’m sorry.” 

“She died of an overdose when I was eight.” He stares straight at the water, not making eye contact with Baran. 

“That must’ve been hard.” Baran knew what it was like to have emotionally distant parents but didn’t know the pain of not having been able to grow up with them. 

“Yeah.” 

“Tell me more about her. Your mom.” 

“Her name was Sarah. Sarah Robinavitch. She was a single mother who struggled with addiction and mental health issues. She was loving and gentle. Always found the whimsy in the world even if it wasn’t kind to her. She loved baking… and being baked,” he chortles. “She worked hard to provide for me. Always scraped up any extra money that she had to give me good memories. She loved dandelions. And loved to laugh. Her challah was to die for. My bubbe’s is great, but hers was divine.” 

“She sounds like a wonderful woman,” she tells him. 

“When she left… It was like my world came crashing down. The person the most important to me abandoned me. She let me down,” Michael looks at Baran. There are glimmers of tears in his eyes. “It was like was I not good enough? Did I do something wrong? I know she was trying to recover. She was doing her best. But still I ask, why?” 

“Michael,” Baran says, “you didn’t do anything wrong. You were a child.”  Michael. She only called them that when she was serious or frustrated at him -- mostly the latter, especially at work. This time, her voice said it gently and with care.

“I know. But it still feels like I did.” 

“I understand.” 

“After she died, my grandparents took me in. My bubbe was and still is amazing. Both of their families fled religious persecution and built a life for themselves in a new country. She’s in her 90s now. She was a union organizer in Pittsburgh.” He pauses, “I love her and am endlessly grateful for her but that never replaced the pain of losing my mother… Is that wrong to say?” 

“No,” she shakes her head compassionately. “Of course it wouldn’t.”

“Sometimes… I wish…” he stops. 

… that it had been you? She picks up the unfinished part of the sentence and gives him a look of understanding. 

He nods. 

Baran puts her hand on his back. “There were many nights I wished that I could disappear... Or that I passed from SUDEP. My family had a hard time emotionally dealing with my condition. For them it was a great humiliation. For my father especially. My existence was a burden and a mark of shame. He never let me forget that.” The fingers of her other hand curl around the edge of the pool. 

“Did… did you ever try to?” His voice is quiet. 

She shakes her head no, “but I’ve gotten close…” 

Michael looks over at her, “Well you’re not a burden Baran.” He’s still a little drunk. “I’m sorry. I fucked up, I’m a fuck up. It was your first day.” 

They both sit at the pool in silence for a few moments. They look up at the sky above them. It’s a clear night. 

He breaks the silence, “I honestly think I’ll be alone for the rest of my life,” he takes a swig of his beer. “People will always disappoint you and there’s nothing you can do about it.” 

note: the fic is a baran x robby one (but they’re not a couple… at least yet)

think about it:

he’s chill as fuck

he has a disarming quality about him. it’d make it easier for baran to open up with him.

john would be non judgmental if baran told him about her seizures; a 180° reaction compared to robby’s. he’d be so nice about it too. like making sure baran is ok, just giving baran the space to tell as much or as little as she wants, getting her an uber or driving her home, and going out of his way to accommodate her — even without being asked.

he seems to respect her right away. remember he pushes back on robby’s judgmental comment about baran’s last name

he’s the least experienced ED attending and likely the youngest (guessing early 30s) so he could use a mentor.

they could swap stories about their upbringings in asian households

he’s witty, baran likes this

they like hanging outside of work; maybe he takes her out the local comedy club, she takes him to the theater

john teaches her a bit of chinese and she teaches him a little farsi