Once she sets her mind into building a village she immediately hits it off with Cassie and Langdon. Then come Mel and Parker
She wouldβve gone no contact with her Amma but the cruise gives them the distance they need so itβs not quite so
They have Friendsgiving at Trinity and Whitakerβs place and Samira ends up with a panic attack cause what if she doesnβt get into a fellowship in Pittsburgh?
her secret Santa assignment is John Shen and sheβs grateful cause she can just get him a Dunkin gift card then panics cause she should put some more thought into it and ultimately gets him tickets for a penguin game. And the Dunkinβs gift card
Her own secret santa is Baran and she gets her a crochet kit cause itβs good for mental health
she signs up to Pilates barre with Mel but itβs too hard and so they switch to self defense
she made friends outside of work cause she starts volunteering
The first time Jack Abbot shows up as Samiraβs designated driver everyone shocked but Cassie, who smirks knowingly
Langdon and her read each otherβs fellowship application responses and have an emergency meeting at her apartment with a whiteboard gently stolen borrowed from Ahmedβs office
The night they end their residency Samira and Frank each give a speech and Samira thanks her friends and partner for not giving up on her and Langdon thanks his family and everyone who didnβt give up on him. She holds it quite well until Frank calls her his sister and the group hug that follow is kinda overwhelming but also healing
being at Presby doesnβt really allow that much activities, but she has daily texts with Cassie and monthly meetings with the rest and she knows every single bit of the Pitt cause Jack Abbot comes home and heβs worse than TMZ
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summary: Abbot, Mohan, and Whitaker go on a search-and-rescue mission to fetch Robby, who they haven't heard from since he left for his sabbatical. They figured they'd find him D.O.A. in some sketchy motel, only to discover him on a tropical island, off the Florida keys, by the name of Kokomoβ¦.
pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Reader | Samira Mohan x Jack Abbot | Dennis Whitaker x M! OC
tags: Robby goes on his sabbatical; Tropical Barbie! reader; Jack and Samira are bad at feelings; Gay Dennis Whitaker; You and Samira become besties
a/n: this is already written and will be posted over the next four Saturdays, starting tomorrow!
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summary: Abbot, Mohan, and Whitaker go on a search-and-rescue mission to fetch Robby, who they haven't heard from since he left for his sabbatical. They figured they'd find him D.O.A. in some sketchy motel, only to discover him on a tropical island, off the Florida keys, by the name of Kokomoβ¦.
pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Reader | Samira Mohan x Jack Abbot | Dennis Whitaker x M! OC
tags: Robby goes on his sabbatical; Tropical Barbie! reader; Jack and Samira are bad at feelings; Gay Dennis Whitaker; You and Samira become besties
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Chapter 1: Weβll get there fast
"I'm sorry, the person you are calling has a mailbox that is full and cannot accept any messages at this timeβ"
Jack hung up the phone with force. Another futile attempt.
"Nothing?" Dana asked.
"No."
It had been a month and a half since Robby left for his sabbatical, and Jack's once-a-week check-ins had turned into a daily thing, thanks to his complete failure to establish contact.
Jack's hand rested on his hip as the other dragged down his face.
"Maybe it's a good thing we haven't heard from him?" McKay offered. βMeans he hasnβt done anything stupid.β
βOr could mean that he has,β Jack replied, bitterly.
"Bastard's been gone for a month and a half!β Danaβs voice carried distress as she paced. βDidn't even tell us where he was going. He could be anywhereβ"
"Are you talking about Robby?" Victoria Javadi perked up.
They glanced over at her.
"We know where he is.β She said, and then paused, to correct herself. βWell, the general area of where he is, anyway."
Jack grew interested. "How?"
A minute later, Javadi led him to Samira Mohan and Dennis Whitaker, who were sitting in the common area. They looked up, startled by the militant expression on Abbot's face.
"Javadi says you guys know how to locate Robby."
At this, Victoria at least had the decency to look shyly at the floor as Samira and Dennis shot her a glare.
"Weβ uhβ"
Samira sighed, putting out her hand. Dennis sighed too, reaching into his pocket for his phone, and handed it over. Samira motioned for Jack to come closer.
He leaned in over her shoulder.
"The day before he left,β Samira started explaining, βhe told Whitaker some really sus things. So we decidedβ¦ well, it was kind of a split-second decision, to slip Dennis' AirTag into his wallet before he left."
"Air Tag?"
"It's a tracker," Dennis provided. "Lets us follow his general location from my phone."
"So you know? Where he is?"
"Wellβ¦" She zoomed in on the phone. "He's somewhere off the Florida Keys. None of us have really heard of it beforeβ¦"
"Florida?"
"An island near it. In the Caribbean. If you search up his exact locationβ" She copied and pasted the coordinates from Whitaker's phone into the safari and held it up for Jack to read.
"Kokomo?"
"I know. That was our reaction as well."
"What the hell is he doing on a tropical island?"
"Maybe the sabbatical was always meant to be just a vacation after all?"
βββ . Β°β§ π π π ·ｑ
"Aruba, Jamaica, ooh, I wanna take yaβΒ Bermuda, Bahama, come on, pretty mamaβ"
The song crackled from the crappy little radio hanging off a rafter of the beach hut. The bar sat right at the edge of the beach, a wide thatched roof of sun-bleached palm fronds rising to a point overhead like a great straw hat, held up by whitewashed wooden posts. White lattice railings wrapped around the deck, and beyond them the sand ran pale and hot, down to clear and turquoise water.Β
Tourists in swimsuits sat hunched over the counter on wobbly bamboo stools, and the whole place smelled like sunscreen, rum, and freshly cut pineapple.
Robby was working the blender, singing along to the chorus.
"I can't believe you haven't gotten tired of that song yet," you said, brushing past him with a crate of pineapples and mangos on your hip.Β
Behind the bar, bunches of green bananas and whole coconuts sat piled beside the liquor bottles, and hibiscus flowers stuck out of an old glass vase by the register.
"Don't think I ever will," Robby responded. He poured the drink into a cup, placed a cherry on top with a little yellow umbrella, and served it up.
"Enjoy," he said, sliding the piΓ±a colada across the counter.
He turned to find you standing directly in front of him. You rose up on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.
"What's that for?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face.
"I like seeing you happy. You look good," you said, moving around him to wipe down the counter where a customer had spilled a drink.
"A far cry from the guy I was when you met me?"
You shook your head, chuckling his way. "You said it, not me."
Robby's eyes followed you. You looked like a goddess in your bikini, sarong knotted around your waist, the afternoon sun catching your skin through the gaps in the palm roof. The breeze off the water rustled the fronds above him, warm and salt-heavy.
He didn't want to leave this place. Ever.
βββ . Β°β§ π π π ·ｑ
Jack grabbed his bag from the carousel. The only way to catch a ride to Kokomo was on a small airplane from Florida, and after an eight-hour flight with a layover, he was itching to catch a break.
The airport was a single open-air terminal with ceiling fans spinning overhead. He caught a salamander darting up the walls. The air outside felt thick, and humid.Β Β
"Where to?" he asked.
Samira Mohan and Dennis Whitaker stood together, staring at Dennisβ phone.
"He seems to be at a place called Villa Lindasβ¦β Samira said, βWe were only able to get two rooms on short notice, but it says we should be able to get a taxi from the airport easily.β
They looked up. There were no signs for a taxi pick-up anywhere.
βββ . Β°β§ π π π ·ｑ
You were perched on the bar counter, bare feet swinging, watching Robby wipe down the bar after the mid-day surge.Β
"You're not working tonight, are you?" you asked, sipping the mixed berry smoothie heβd made for you.
"Nope. You?"
You shook your head. "Wanna go to Cocoloba?"
You and Robby frequented the local nightclub, but it always ended in a nasty hangover the next day. He always swore to himself he wouldn't go back.
But your eyes brightened as you asked, searching his own, lip jutting out slightly in a pout. His hand came up to grab your chin softly. "You know I can't say no to you."
βββ . Β°β§ π π π ·ｑ
"Woah." Samira's eyes widened as the golf cart carried them through the villas. Palms arched overhead in a green tunnel, bougainvillea spilled hot pink over every stone wall, and the sound of birds calling to each other were heard all around. She felt like she was in a movie. The last tropical vacation she'd taken was a family trip when she was fifteen. It didn't compare to this.
"No wonder we haven't heard from him," Whitaker mumbled.
"I wouldn't even want toΒ thinkΒ of the Pitt if I was spending every day here,β Samira agreed.Β
Jack stayed quiet, his face stoic. Yes, the place was beautiful, and under other circumstances it would have been enjoyable. Right now he was worried about what condition they'd find Robby in. He didn't know what to expect. The last time they'd seen each other, Robby had been a cry for help that Jack had failed to answer.
They were dropped off in front of their rooms.
"How about we take a minute to freshen up? Reconvene here atβ¦β It was six now. βSeven?" Samira suggested.
"Are you guys sure this tag will take us to Robby's location?"
"We wouldnβt have come all this way if we weren't," Dennis replied.Β
They did so. Samira came out in a strapless, short blue dress. Whitaker had on shorts and an open button-down over a white tank.
Jack had on a black t-shirt and cargo pants. He hadn't really taken the whole tropical thing into account. When packing, he'd done so with the mentality of a search-and-rescue mission, not a vacation.
"Which way?" Jack asked.
"Uh, guysβ¦ we have a problem," Whitaker said, because as soon as he opened the GPS, Robby's location appeared to be moving away from the resort, undoubtedly by car.Β
"Can you tell where he's headed?" Samira questioned, leaning in to the device.Β
"Won't know until he gets there," Dennis said.
"Should we get a taxi?"
"You remember how that went at the airport?"Β
Apparently, the locals weren't big fans of tourists. The villas had quite a few, of course, but the island seemed to run on people with their own boats who made the short trip from Florida to Kokomo by water, docked at the villas, and stayed the weekend.
It took Jack, Dennis, and Samira an hour of standing on the roadside before a kind older local took pity on them and made an effort, in broken English, to ask where they wanted to be dropped. Jack left him a hefty tip.
Which Samira later looked up and reported, "Dude, you just paid him the equivalent of $500 in their currency for a fifteen minute car ride."
Jack shot her a look at her use of "dude." Her eyes dropped and her cheeks turned red in return.
"What do we do?"
Dennis' stomach growled. He chuckled nervously.
βββ . Β°β§ π π π ·ｑ
You and Robby were in the middle of the dance floor. You were a couple of drinks in already, arms around him, as you swayed to the beat of the song under the strobe lights.Β
Your eyes lit up when you spotted your favorite person making rounds. It was the server who passed by with a tray of free coconut-flavored rum shots in test tubes.
You grabbed two, handing Robby one and interlacing your arms together. Before you took it, you noticed the way he stared at the casing.
"What is it?" you shouted over the music.
"The tubes," he shouted back, "remind me of the ones we use at the hospital."
You laughed. He joined in. You brought your hand up to tip his shot to his lips, then tipped your own head back to take yours.
After you shake off the shudder that came from the way the shot burned down your throat, you threw your arms over Robby, hands cupping his cheeks and crashing your lips together.
βββ . Β°β§ π π π ·ｑ
"He doesn't seem to be coming back," Whitaker said. They each scarfed down burgers they'd ordered at a beach hut they'd foundβ a little thatched-roof place perched over the sand.
"Should we still try our hand at finding him?"
Jack plucked the phone out of Dennis' hands. The guy at the bar spoke English, so he went over. "Excuse me, do you know how I can get to this place?"
"Oh! Cocoloba!" the bartender exclaimed with a heavy accent. "You Americans looking for a fun night out?" He wagged his eyebrows suggestively.
Jack's eyebrows rose. "What is it?"
"A nightclub! A good time. You can take the lovelyΒ seΓ±oritaΒ out dancing," the guy said, looking over at Samira, who blushed in return.
"We're looking for a friend who's here. Do you know how we can find transport?"
"Sure, sure, I have a friend who can take you. But it'll cost you."
This search-and-rescue mission was going to leave Jack Abbot insolvent.
βββ . Β°β§ π π π ·ｑ
Jack, Samira, and Dennis arrived at the nightclub at ten. Their ride was a two-person motorcycle taxi and the back of some guy's motorcycle. When the guy suggested Samira ride with him, Jack stared him down and escorted her to sit at Dennis' side while he climbed onto the guy's bike himself.
Samira was receiving a lot of attention.
Jack's eyes swept over the entrance of the nightclub. It was theatrical, in a way. Designed to lure in what tourists did visit the island. Neon lights buzzing pink and electric blue invited you in. The outline of a palm tree was lit up in green. Once they were inside, a long hallway led downstairs and opened into a huge warehouse-type nightclub.
It was packed with people. Some looked local, the rest were tourists.Β
They had no idea how they were going to locate Robby.
"Should we divide and conquer?" Dennis asked.
Samira's eyes were following a woman who passed them offering shots. They declined, but her eyes followed the tray longingly.
"We should. But Whitaker, stay with Mohan," Jack said. After watching the lingering stares she got from every guy in her vicinity, he wasn't taking any chances.
"You have signal, right?"Β
Dennis and him both checked, and they agreed to shoot each other a text if they caught sight of Robby, or meet at the entrance by midnight if they didn't.
The moment Jack left, Samira tracked down the woman offering shots.
"What are you doing?" Dennis asked her, following close behind.
"Look, I know we're here for Robby, but I haven't had a vacation inΒ years! I haven't had a drink outside of the occasional post-shift beer. We're in a tropical location, we spent money to be here. We should at least feel able to have one drink while we look for Robby!"
Dennis watched as she tipped her head back. She didn't even grimace at the burn.
βββ . Β°β§ π π π ·ｑ
Your back was pressed to Robby's chest, his arms engulfing you, his head resting on your shoulder as you moved to the music. You laughed as he made some comment about having seen someone in passing who looked like one of his residents.Β
It was utterly ridiculous. You both burst out laughing.
You grinded against him, and he pressed his lips to your jaw as you moved. His lips moved to your ear, muttering something delicious about what he was going to do to you later.
You turned around to face him and tipped your head back so he had a better opening and his lips could take over yours.Β
"Robby."
Robby didn't hear his name being called the first time.Β
It took Abbot another try. Meanwhile, he took in the sight of his friendβ the one he'd been worrying about nonstop for the past month and a halfβ in a linen shirt, khaki shorts, and open-toed sandals, making out with a young little thing in a tiny little outfit.
Robby's head snapped up when he caught Jack standing there in his peripheral vision.
Jack's arms were crossed over his chest, eyebrow raised in his direction, and it could only mean one thing.
βHey. Itβs Samira. I got your voicemail, obviously.β
βI just wanted to say thank you for calling and checking in on me after yesterday. I think I really needed that.β
βIβm trying not to think about it, but itβs hard not to. I know youβre going to tell me I did everything I could. Youβre probably right. There were a lot of people we were able to save. Still, it just really fucking sucks.β
βAnywayβ¦ thank you. Really. I might take you up on the whole talking thing.β
βI guess Iβll see you during shift change.β
July 8, 8:18 PM
βHi, I got your recommendation letter.β
βIβve read it twice now, which is probably embarrassing to admit, butβ¦ you wrote some really nice things about me.β
βI tend to doubt myself a lot. I know Iβm good at what I do. Or, at least, Iβm getting there. But there are still plenty of days where I question my abilities.β
βI guess I just wanted to say thank you. Not just for writing it, but for believing in me.β
βIt meant a lot. More than I can probably explain without making this even more awkward.β
βThank you, Dr. Abbot.β
February 20, 9:42 PM
βI know itβs late. I just got home.β
βI went out with Cassie on a double date tonight. It was her idea. The guy was nice. He was funny too, but I justβ¦ donβt think itβs going to go anywhere.β
βI think Cassie was hoping it would. She seems to think I need to get laid.β
βShit. I shouldnβt have said that. That was so inappropriate. Iβm sorry.β
βUmβ¦ the date was fine. I just kept thinking Iβd rather be somewhere else, which probably tells me everything I need to know.β
βOkay, thatβs enough about my extremely uninteresting love life.β
βI got the article you sent me, by the way. Iβm going to read it now. I have my pen and my highlighter ready. Iβll let you know what I think.β
βGoodnight, Jack.β
June 21, 9:04 AM
βI got the attending position at Presby!β
βI honestly canβt believe it. Iβve been staring at the email for the last five minutes because I keep thinking there has to be some kind of mistake."
βI should probably be calling my Amma right now. Butβ¦ I donβt know. It just felt right to call you first.β
βI really donβt think Iβd be here without all of your support. I just wanted you to be one of the first people to hear the news.β
βOkay. Iβm going to call my Amma now. Bye.β
August 3, 7:24 PM
βI was wondering if youβd want to get coffee sometime.β
βWe could talk about that article I sent you the other week, or we donβt even have to talk about medicine. We could just catch up.β
βIβd like to hear how things are at PTMC. I miss everyone.β
βI know it has only been a few months since I left, but itβs weird not being there. I guess I miss it more than I thought I would. Donβt get me wrong, I love Presby. Everyone there is amazing, but itβs just different.β
βAnd I think I miss talking to you.β
βNot that we donβt still talk. I just meanβ¦ actually talking. In person.β
βIt would be nice to see you. I know finding time is hard with our opposite schedules, but if youβre free sometime, let me know.β
βI started going to this coffee shop thatβs a block from the hospital and it has the best matcha. They also have really good pastries too. I think youβd like it.β
βJust let me know. No pressure.β
October 25, 7:08 AM
βI was hoping to sleep in since Iβm actually off today, but apparently my body has decided that five-thirty in the morning is a perfectly reasonable time to start the day.β
βThe bed is very lonely without you, just so you know.β
βAlso, if youβre stopping for coffee on the way home, can you please get me a strawberry matcha?β
βI really want to go to the farmers market today, too. Iβve been meaning to go for weeks, and today is actually perfect because neither of us has anywhere we have to be.β
βWe should definitely stop somewhere for breakfast too.β
βAnd maybe we can come home and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.β
βOkay. Iβll see you when you get home. Hurry up, though.β
Summary: Samira accidentally sends a text meant for Jack to Robby and rips a hole in the space-time continuum.
Pairings: Established Mohabbot, Pre-Threesome Morobbot
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 01, Established Relationship, Pre-Threesome, Daddy Kink, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Under-negotiated Kink, Anxiety, Introspection, Sexual Fantasy, Dom/sub, Canon-Typical HR Violations (The Pitt), Dirty Talk, Love
Word Count: 16.7k
Authorβs Note: This story came about because of the silly βaccidentally sexted the wrong personβ trope, but it somehow became an exploration of identity instead. Enjoy :)
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βShort Description: ββA night shift in the ER archives room, 27 year old nurse and 50 year old doctor Jack Abbott. You're trying to stay focused and professional, but Jack has other plans. Drawn to you, he gets a thrill out of quietly testing your limits and patience using his authority, experience, and better if it is in the smallest, quietest room in the ER, the archive room. To see just how far he can push the tension before you give in.
The night shift in the ER was always unpredictable, but tonight, the real heat wasn't just in the trauma bays, it was trapped inside the quietest room in the hospital, archive room.
You sat at the heavy wooden desk, trying desperately to focus on the endless stack of triage charts. At your age, you were fast, sharp, and usually kept your composure. But having Jack Abbott standing across the room was making that nearly impossible.
Jack at his age, had two decades of experience, unlike you and an unshakeable presence that commanded every room he walked into. The twenty three year gap between you two wasn't just a detail, it was an electric line drawn down the center of the room. And tonight, Jack was deliberately using every inch of his authority to cross it. He was drawn to your cleverness, but even more than that, he got a quiet, undeniable thrill out of pushing your buttons and watching you try to stay professional under his gaze.
"You're staying late, y/n," Jack said, his deep voice cutting easily through the hum of the fluorescent lights.
You didn't look up immediately, though your pulse immediately spiked at the gravel in his tone. "Some of us actually care about keeping the ER records organized, Jack. Someone has to do it while you're busy looming."
A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He loved that mouthy streak in you. It made breaking down your professional defense so much more satisfying.
He closed the distance between you, stepping up to the edge of the desk. He leaned back against the wood, folding his large arms across his chest and looming over you with calculated intent. From this angle, looking up at him felt entirely natural and entirely engineered on his part to remind you of the dynamic he loved playing with.
"Organization is important," Jack murmured, his tone smooth, commanding every ounce of your attention. "But so is knowing when to step back and let someone with a bit more experience take over."
He reached out, his warm fingers pressing firmly down on the edge of the chart you were holding. He didn't pull it away, he simply pinned it in place, asserting control with minimal effort.
"I can handle a few charts, Jack," you said, holding his dark gaze, though your breath hitched as he leaned a fraction closer.
"I don't doubt your capability," Jack replied softly. His thumb traced a slow, deliberate line along the paper's edge, brushing dangerously close to your knuckles. "You're a brilliant nurse. But capability without guidance leads to mistakes. And down here... I set the pace."
The unspoken rule hung heavy in the quiet room. Jack leaned into the thrill of it, using his age, his senior status, and the isolated setting to see just how far he could push the tension before you yielded.
"So," Jack continued, his voice dropping an octave as he casually plucked the folder from your hands and tossed it onto the desk behind him, "are we going to spend the rest of the night arguing over who's running this shift, or are you going to let me remind you?"
You swallowed hard, your sharp witted defiance wavering under the heat in his eyes. "And what does being reminded look like?"
Jack reached out, his large hand sliding firmly around the back of your neck. His thumb rested against your jawline, tilting your head up until looking away was impossible. His touch was steady, possessive, and entirely authoritative.
"Simple," he whispered against your skin, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. "You stop fighting me, you follow my lead, and you don't test my patience for the rest of the night. Understood?"
"Understood," you breathed, completely caught in his orbit.
Jack let out a low, approving hum. His thumb gave your jaw one last lingering stroke before he stepped back, leaving you breathless and entirely under his command.
heβs lowkey giving english teacher here. with the cardigan adjacent vibe, scarf, glasses anywhere but his face, and the t.s eliot fall color scheme? heβs so cutie!!
i'm sensing a pattern in myself. i want to blame it on the focused stare and headphones combo. but i know damn well it's not that...history truly does repeat itself...i placed this brick, and now it's a house.
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A/N: Iβm just looking at pics of shawn on pinterest and so many are giving me inspo lol. also this can kinda be related to the previous jack ficlet i wrote.
Baran sent a photo:
Baran: your husband wanted to say hi
You: Baran, did Jack happen to mention that we are looking for a third? because we are if youβre interestedβ¦
Jack Jack: honey, why the hell would you tell Al-Hashimi that?
You: to let her know we are open to a third.
Jack Jack: but we arenβt.
You: you sure about that???
Jack Jack: YES!
Jack Jack: and even if we WERE looking for a third, weβre not having a coworker be our third!
You: ugh fiiiine.
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Baran: I know youβre kidding but I actually would be interested.
