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after mark’s death, you were left to deal with the aftermath. a year later, you start to reconsider why you’re still there
wc: 3.6k
cw: fem reader, no physical descriptions, surgeon reader, doctor talk (may not be completely accurate, sorry), mentions of death, mentions of shootings, alcohol consumption. not proofread
there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets
but then, there was a shooting at the hospital. derek almost died, everyone got handed a dose of ptsd, and you decided that the best you could do was take a six month sabbatical right after cristina and owen’s quick wedding, drinking mai-tais and aperols on the side of the beach to try to clear your mind. by the time you got back, you and mark decided to work it out and get back together
the news of callie’s pregnancy hit you like a truck and even though you both tried to stay away from each other, you managed to work it out and stayed together, got married, and were expecting a baby of your own, making your weird but big family even bigger than it previously was
you thought you’d finally get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
the image of mark sloan closing his eyes for the last time had been seared into your memory and the situation had almost been enough of a catalyst to send you into early labour. you were grateful to have your friends around you, or at least as much of them they could give you while they were dealing with their own version of the aftermath
twenty-eight days after he was taken off life support, elizabeth sloan came into the world to take off a small amount of the hurt her father’s passing had left in your heart. the first three months with ellie had kicked you in the ass and you took advantage of alex putting off hopkins for a while so he could help you out whenever you needed it. jackson had also been a big help. one night he got drunk after making some dinner for the both of you and he confessed that mark had been the first person he had told about your pregnancy and that he had promised he’d ask you to put jackson down on the godfather race–you ended up bawling your eyes out while he drunkenly rubbed your back and held you until you fell asleep
the funny thing was, you both weren’t even that close. mark and him had been, but the two of you hadn’t. you were good friends, great even, you just always gravitated more towards the others because you thought he disliked you
turns out he respected and was scared of you. you had laughed at him when he finally told you that after a some drinks at joe’s a couple weeks before callie and arizona’s wedding which marked the beginning of one of the greatest friendships you’d ever had
mark was the love of your life but jackson was the closest thing you had to a soulmate. and that was something you didn’t take lightly, he had been there for you through it all, your wedding, your pregnancy, mark’s death, and your daughter’s birth. he cried when you asked for him to be there with you and after, when you asked him to be ellie’s godfather. so, yeah, as far as soulmates go, jackson was yours and, even if he didn’t say it often, you knew you were his
so, when the option of being part owner of a hospital had come as a last resort for saving what had been an important part of your life, you didn’t hesitate to bring up the possibility to him. it was a long shot, one you didn’t achieve on your own, but then, webber had done his thing and suddenly, your last name, your husband’s last name, was on the building
almost a year had passed after what you called the worst months of your life. learning how to live in a world where you were without your husband was strange and learning how to do it with a newborn baby made it even worse. but you did it, or you were doing it—it was a work in progress
your day started as it usually did. waking up, quickly getting ready while your baby slept, drinking your mandatory cup of coffee, waking up your baby to have breakfast before going to the hospital. rinse and repeat. the only difference was the look on hunt’s face the moment you walked out of the elevator after dropping off ellie at daycare
“no” you said before hunt could speak, “whatever you’re going to ask me, my answer is no”
“come on, sloan” he sighed, “medical conference week in san francisco, all expenses paid”
“my answer’s still no, hunt” you kept walking to the nicu for a follow up consult, which took almost half of your morning run
the next hours built up to what you could confidently call one of the worst shifts of your life. your head was pounding since you had woken up, everyone seemed to have it out for you, you had to cancel a couple of surgeries for the sake of board meetings, your phone decided to die halfway a trauma rush and you were left stranded in an elevator half-way up to check on some x-rays because it suddenly got stuck and you couldn’t call anyone
so to say you were pissed off was an understatement
“sloan” you shut your eyes close and took a deep breath when you saw owen waiting for you outside the bathroom
“you’ve got to be kidding me” you groaned, “this has reached unprecedented levels of stalking”
“come on, sloan”
“hunt, you’re asking me for a week without my baby” you groaned again, “and a week without saving other people’s babies”
he huffed, “think of all the babies you could save if you go and see all the presentations,” the both of you stopped at the desk so you could pick up one of the tablets, “you’re the only one i can send”
you let out a breath and rubbed your eyes, “fine.” you agreed, “but,” you paused and looked straight at him, “i want the next three days off.”
“deal.” he said almost immediately which took you back a bit
“didn’t think you’d agree so fast.” you shrugged, “when do i have to leave?”
“saturday night.” you nodded, “meredith will take over your emergency general surgeries and i’ll talk to herman”
“okay.” you gave him a small smile and walked over to your patient’s room
you weren’t supposed to work friday night. herman had dismissed you before the four am rounds and you were supposed to be drinking some wine and eating the greasiest pizza you could find in all of seattle while you watched some trashy romance movie
sadly, life doesn’t always go as planned. so, when webber called you around ten to practically beg you to come in and help her with a case you had no choice but go in and take over his already-scheduled surgeries
you happily walked into the scrub room but the smile turned into a taken aback expression when you saw jackson and april quietly fighting, “i just don’t know why you’d say that, jackson. it feels like–like you don’t even care about m–”
you cleared your throat, making them pull back and look at you in surprise. “i’m sorry.” you twisted your lips to the side, “i’d say i’ll be right back but i have–i, uhm,” you pointed at the other side of the room, “i have a whipple”
april ran a hand down her face and let out a huff before leaving the scrub room
“sorry.” you called out, turning sideways towards the door, “what was that all about?”
“mind your own damn bussiness” jackson bit at you
“woah,” you turned back towards him, “hold your horses. where the fuck do you get off talking to me that way?”
he sighed, “sorry, bug” you shook your head, “it’s been weird between us ever since the boards and the hospital buyout” he pressed down on his eyes with the palm of his hands, “you’re right, sorry”
“yeah, whatever” you rolled your eyes at him, “move over, i have to scrub” you hit his butt when you walked past him to grab a scrub sponge
“hey!” he jumped from the hit’s impact, “not cool,” you laughed at his tone, “you have a really heavy hand.”
“you’re so damn weak” you shook your head, opening the water so you could start scrubbing, “you two confuse the fuck out of me”
“what does that even mean?” he chuckled, pinching your side
“you two have sex during boards, then kinda pretend it didn’t happen” you started, “the plane crash happened, and when you two finally were going to talk about it, mark died and she got fired” you looked at his face, “then, by some kind of miracle–or really some realization from hunt–she came back and instead of talking like two grown adults you just–fell back into it” you finished talking as you finished scrubbing, seeing the train of thoughts inside his head. “look, i have a couple more surgeries tonight, but el’s in daycare if you wanna play with her for a bit” you shrugged, stopping at the automatic door before you walked into the or, “don’t forget you’re supposed to drive me and take ellie to yours tomorrow night.” you smiled at him, “see you later, alligator”
the rest of the night went by on a blur, alongside the rest of the day. you finished doing the dishes when the doorbell rang, “coming!” you dried your hands with the kitchen towel and walked to the door, “hey, you! you came!”
jackson rolled his eyes and messed up your hair, walking inside. “of course, dumbass. i told you i would” he groaned when you smacked him in the head, “hey!”
“show me some respect, little man” you bit back the smile on your lips
“i’m literally taller than you” you smacked him again
“don’t try to be funny” you shook your head, “el’s in my room” you pointed towards it with your head, “go ahead, i’ll finish the never ending drying process.” you sighed and he chuckled, starting his walk towards your room
ten minutes after, you were walking in and out of your closet, finishing up packing for the week you were supposed to be in san francisco for a medical conference
“i just don’t understand why it’s me who’s supposed to go to san francisco” you sighed as you folded a pair of pants, “why couldn’t hunt send, i don’t know, bailey?”
“mer and you are the general fellows,” jackson said, softly bouncing ellie on his arms, “it’s obvious he’d send one of you. and considering she’s like a hundred months pregnant,” ellie cooed at his words, “he’s sending you”
you groaned, finally closing your bag. “i don’t want to leave ellie”
“i know. but little sloan will be fine” he brushed the small amount of hair out of ellie’s forehead before pressing a little kiss on it, “i have three days off and if i have to go to the hospital i’ll leave her in daycare with sofia and zola. i’m sure they’ll love to play with her”
you pursed your lips, “fine” you took your daughter out of jackson’s arms and held her close to your chest, “i love you, my little bug” you pressed your lips to her cheek and she cooed, “i know. uncle jackson is going to take such good care of you. i’ll miss you so much”
“let’s go, you’re gonna be late” you sighed at his words and walked towards the door
san francisco was a delight. the weather was better than seattle’s usual one, and even though you missed your daughter, you were having a good week
it felt good to just be doctor you again for a little while and you were thrilled to see some of your friends from med school thriving in their specialties
you were walking into the next room without paying attention when you ran into someone, “i’m so sorry” you apologized to the man in front of you
“don’t worry, dr—“
“sloan. grey sloan memorial” you held your hand out, “nice to meet you, dr—“
“robinavitch, but everybody calls me robby” he shook your hand, “pittsburgh trauma medical center”
you nodded, “great program. almost applied for my fellowship there”
“why didn’t you? if you don’t mind me asking” he asked as you both walked into a big room where everyone was talking and exchanging ideas
“seattle grace—i mean grey sloan is an exceptional program and i, uh, met my husband” the last part came out softer and robby could ser a different glint in your eyes
“is he also a doctor?” he asked and you immediately stiffened
“he was.” you cleared your throat, “dr mark sloan” you saw something shift in his face as soon as the name left your lips
“oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t know” he shook his head, hand coming up immediately to softly scratch the back of his neck. it wasn’t entirely a lie, he knew what had happened to the doctors from what was previously named seattle grace-mercy west that were supposed to go to boise but he didn’t know you were married to one of them. although he could’ve assumed the moment he heard your last name
you shook your head, “it’s okay, no big deal” you sighed, “so, what is a pittsburgh physician doing in san francisco?”
“i am presenting. immediate trauma response and its benefits in emergency medicine”
“oh, that’s amazing” you smiled at him, “when is it?”
he checked his watch, “in two hours”
you nodded, “i’ll see you there, then. it was a pleasure meeting you, dr robby” you said goodbye before walking away to the bathroom. it was the first time you had mentioned mark to someone other than the people of the hospital, your people, and it made you feel weird
friday came faster than you expected and you were grateful for that. it meant you were closer to finally being able to go home and spend your three days off at home eating crappy food and playing with your daughter
but, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel grateful for the week you’d had. it was the first time in over a year you weren’t a mother and a widow, you were just you, a gorgeous woman and an amazing physician with a double certification most people would only dream about
you went to all and every presentation you could go to. you asked questions, you took notes, you met amazing doctors, ate delicious food, and stayed in an amazing hotel room. you spent time on the indoor pool, signed in on a thousand different hotel experiences
you had a break
a break from part-running a hospital, from being exhausted for working all day and then spending sleepless nights with your daughter, and even though you were exhausted, you were grateful. grateful because you had that last piece of the love mark and you had had for each other to remember him by
you woke up that morning with your head pounding and your heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. sitting up on the bed, you rubbed your forehead trying to will away the burning image of mark your dream had left
the clock on the nightstand read 7:05 am, so you laid back down on the bed, letting out a huff before getting up from the bed to start your day
your morning run had been almost good enough to erase the dream from your memory, but every time you closed your eyes you could see it over and over again; mark holding you and ellie close to him, the three of you back in seattle with all your family. you sighed, walking into the elevator so you could take a shower and have a proper breakfast
“hold it, please.” you pressed the elevator button when you heard a man’s voice. you gave robby a small smile when you saw him get in with you, “oh, hey. thanks”
“no problem” you hummed as the elevator started going up, “how’s your week going?”
he looked at you, “it’s been great. how about yours?”
“it’s been great, too.” you nodded, “really long, tho”
he sighed, “yeah. way too long”
the elevator doors opened on your floor. you turned to him, “it was great seeing you again” he nodded as you said softly before walking out
you turned around when heard him call you, seeing him holding the elevator open, “would you want to join me and some other doctors tonight for dinner?”
you tilted your head before saying. “sure. i’ll meet you downstairs” you smiled at him before fully turning around to finally walk into your room
it was almost 9pm and you were sitting down on the hotel lobby waiting for robby to meet you before dinner. you checked your phone to see if jackson had texted you anything after the hour long call you’d had with him less than twenty minutes ago. seeing no texts from him, you blocked it and walked to the restaurant bar so you could order something to drink
twenty minutes, and some drinks, later, you felt a man’s hand on your shoulder. when you turned around, you saw robby standing there, “hey, you”
“you’re here” you said from behind your glass, “you have to try this, it’s really good”
“are you drunk?” he asked mockingly
“no” you shook your head, “i’m just tired,” you hummed, “and hungry”
he pulled out the chair next to you. “what’s on your mind?”
you huffed, “i think i need a change of pace.” you smiled at him, “grey sloan is—great, don’t get me wrong, but it’s full of painful memories”
“isn’t every place built of some painful memories?”
“touché” you tipped your glass towards him, “still, it’s way too hard to be there all the time. on the other hand, it’s not like i’m gonna find a new job before my fellowship is at least halfway through”
he sighed, “come on. i’ll introduce you to some other doctors” you took his stretched-out hand, “you look nice”
you looked down to your clothes, and huffed playfully, “in these?” you chuckled, sending a wink at him, “thank you. you clean up nice, too”
he chuckled, “thank you.” the two of you walked up to a table with three other doctors
“glad you could join us, robinavitch” an older man teased him, “i see you brought company. dr adamson” he offered his hand
“dr sloan.” you shook it, “really nice to meet you”
a spark of recognition flashed on his face. “likewise.” you gave you a short nod, “please, sit down.” robby pulled out the chair for you before sitting down next to you, “so, what brings you here all the way from seattle?”
“i was the lucky fellow chosen this time” you said with a small smile, making the other doctors let out a soft chuckle
“so,” dr scott started, sitting to your left, “how’s leading grey sloan like?”
“it’s an incredibly difficult task” you took a sip of water, “but it’s also a fulfilling one.”
“a hospital run by its doctors” she added and you nodded, “sounds good”
“sounds great,” adamson added, “also sounds like a great responsibility"
you sighed, “you wouldn’t even know the beginning of it”
getting back to work ten hours after your flight landed wasn’t in your plans. actually, it fully ruined everything you had planned for your very deserved time off after sitting down an entire week listening to dozens of different doctors talking about different specialties. however, seattle’s weather had ruined it
and meredith falling down the stairs didn’t help either
“you need to rest, mer” you rolled your eyes at her huff, cleaning the gel from her belly. “i’m being serious, meredith. i know you wanna help, but you cannot put yourself and the baby in danger” you took off the gloves from your hands, “connie is on call if you need anything,”
derek turned to look at you, “what about you?”
“i’m on call for general surgery tonight since this one is out on maternity leave starting now” you reminded them, brushing the hair out of your face
“what?” mer exclaimed, “no-no, i can–”
“you should rest, mer. i’m serious” you saw her purse her lips, “i’ll be down in the pitt. go home, mer”
you barely heard derek say something about picking up zola from daycare as you walked out of the exam room. you made your way down to the er just as the rain started pouring down harder than before
“have you seen alex?” you asked callie
“nope” she said without looking up from her tablet, “have you seen arizona?”
“nope” you said back at her, chuckling at her expression
“has everyone suddenly gone missing or what?” she groaned at the sound of her pager going off, “oh fuck”
“everything okay?” you asked
“yeah, just. expected post-op complication” she shrugged, “page me if you see arizona”
“‘kay” you said as she walked away to see her patient
you let out a deep breath, already tired, and groaned when you checked your watch and realized it had only been three hours since you had gotten into the hospital
to make matters worse the lights went off, and it seemed like that was the first step for everything to go to hell
cw: mentions of death, mentions of loosing a limb, mentions of being drunk, alcohol consumption, probably not timeline accurate, doctor talk that may not be accurate
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs
but then, he lost his leg. the recovery process was pure hell and he didn’t think he’d get better but he did. his wife was the main reason he got out of his head and made the choice of getting better
at first, losing his leg and the fact he had to go to his physical therapy sessions and learn how to walk again but now with a prosthetic took a lot from him; his will to live, his desire to have a family. but then, one late night his wife had more to drink than she probably should have, she begged him to at least try. to at least try to get a little bit better so they could have the life together they had planned for. so, after seeing her cry and beg, he tried. and he got better
he thought he’d finally get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
it had been hard, but he had tried again, because he knew that’s what his wife would’ve wanted him to. he went to work and then he went to therapy. he turned into an adrenaline seeker, though it was already given due to his career choice. he volunteered for some swat shifts, he worked night shifts and some day ones as well. he rarely took a break
until he was practically forced to do so
dana, robby, and adamson did an intervention and sent him on a month long vacation to sip whiskey on a beach so he could try to wind down before coming back to pittsburgh
that month on that beach is the first thing that comes to his mind the moment he sees you walk out of adamson’s office on a random wednesday afternoon, though he can’t really understand the reason why. he walked in early for his shift, as he always did, and walked up to dana’s side, putting down his bag before asking, “who’s that?”
“dr sloan from seattle” dana answered without looking up, checking a patient’s chart so she could tell robby to discharge them
“what is she doing here?” jack asked, looking straight at you. robby and adamson were by your sides, talking about something jack couldn’t hear
“i heard the board took interest in her and adamson offered her a position” dana shrugged, looking up at you through the rim of her glasses “she’s got an impressive resume; trained under richard webber, addison montgomery, nicole herman, and mark sloan. wanted to go for plastics but ultimately decided not to and did what a lot of people can only dream of and became a double certified general and ob surgeon, did two fellowships at the same time and specialized in maternal-fetal surgery alongside general, yadah yadah”
“mark sloan? isn’t that one of the guys who—”
dana hummed in agreement, “—he was also her husband. he died around three years ago”
jack could only nod. he had a vague memory of you. he knew he had seen you before. he just still didn’t understand why that beach kept coming back to his mind
“dr sloan this is dr abbot, our night shift attending” adamson’s voice broke him out of his trance, “and this is dana, our day shift charge nurse”
“very nice to meet you both” you smiled at the both of them
“right back at you, sweetheart” dana gave you a smile back, lightly hitting jack with her elbow when he stayed in complete silence
he lowly groaned, “it’s very nice to meet you too, dr sloan. if you don’t mind me asking, what brings you all the way here to pittsburgh? you’re a hospital owner now, right?” dana turned to shoot a warning glare at his tone before you let out a small chuckle and answered
“part-owner, actually.” you bit the inside of your cheek, “and i’m here because dr adamson kindly invited me. grey-sloan memorial is an amazing hospital, but i am looking to make a change.” jack hummed at your response, making adamson glare at him, while robby was biting back a laugh, “if you’ll excuse me, i have to get going. it was really a pleasure meeting all of you”
dana scoffed, flicking the back of jack’s head the moment you walked out through the ambulance bay’s door. “hey! what the hell?” he rubbed his head
“what the hell was that, abbot?” adamson groaned, “i’ve been trying to get her to come here for at least a year and this is the first impression she gets from my staff?”
“don’t pin that on everyone here, doc” dana shifted her weight to her right leg, a hand on her waist, “that was all abbot” robby hummed in agreement, checking his phone
“i don’t understand why you want her and why she’d agree to work here.” they all looked at him, “what? she’s ‘part-owner’ of a hospital,” he quoted with his fingers, “i don’t think she’d change that and her surgical spot for an attending position at an emergency department on the other side of the country” he shrugged and dana sighed
“i hate to agree with g.i. joe over here but he’s right” dana shrugged
adamson let out a breath through his nose, “her husband died three years ago in that place and one of her best friends died a couple months ago, i’d assume she doesn’t want to be in that place anymore. besides, it’s more of a hybrid position. she’d be mainly in the surgical floor but it wouldn’t be bad to have her around in the ed. god knows we need the extra hands, especially during nights”
jack was taken aback. he briefly remembers hearing the news a couple years back, the plane crash that took two of the six doctors that were there, he remembers the subsequent lawsuit and the hospital buyout, and he also remembers hearing about derek shepherd’s passing
he hated that he had assumed something that wasn’t true. actually, he didn’t know what he assumed. but whatever it had been was entirely incorrect
you were just trying to run away from a place that had hurt you over and over again and he had lightly stained the first impression you had of him
he just hoped he’d get to see you again to change that
‘how was it?’ jackson asked from the other side of the phone
“it was fine.” your shrugged, “i loved the nurses, they were really nice. the surgeons are kinda bitchy, but it’s fine, we kinda are like that too and dr adamson reminds me a whole lot of webber,” you shuddered, drying your hair with the hotel towel. “it’s uncanny. but the rest of the doctors are great, except for this one, he kinda reminds me of mark” you rolled your eyes, walking out of the bathroom with your phone in hand. “except it was like pre-us mark was looking and talking to me”
‘what do you mean?’
you sat down on the bed, grabbing a pack of oreos you had bought before returning to the hotel. “he was kinda rude” you scrunched your nose, “and i think he tried to imply i was dumb for even thinking about leaving the hospital i ‘own’” you made quotes in the air before huffing, “whatever,” you paused, biting one cookie. “he was kinda hot, too”
jackson let out a loud chuckle, ‘oh my god, you and sloan really were a match made in heaven’
you sighed, a smile on your face “yeah, we so were.” you bit your lip, “i really miss him”
‘yeah,’ jackson sighed, ‘i do too’
“jackson,” you took a deep breath, taking a pause, “do you think this is a good idea?”
‘what? packing up your bags and leaving us?’ you nodded, ‘i don’t really like it but i do understand why you’d want to do it’
you pursed your lips to the side, “i think a change would be good for me and for ellie. besides, we’d only be a plane ride away and we can still facetime anytime”
he nodded, ‘why don’t you come home and we can talk about it with a lot of wine?’
“sounds tempting,” you chuckled, “my flight leaves tomorrow afternoon. i think i’ll go out tonight, maybe see a bit of pittsburgh by myself before actually making a decision”
‘that sounds like a plan’ you heard some movement from jackson’s side and a few seconds later you saw ellie walking out of his room
‘uncle jackson?’ you heard her ask with a sleepy tone, ‘what are you doing?’
“hey, bug” you called out and saw her expression change, “i miss you so much”
‘hi, mommy. i miss you’ she babbled and jackson picked her up, sitting her on his lap
“you should go back to sleep, bug. i’ll see you tomorrow night”
‘i love you mommy’ ellie slowly closed her eyes, starting to asleep
“i love you too, bug.” you sent her a kiss through the screen, “i’ll see you tomorrow, jackson. take care of my baby”
the mix of the seattle late spring weather and the day’s shift was wearing you down. everything had been a mess. your surgeries had been pushed for the third time this week because some scheduling overlap and you had almost lost one of your patients due to an intern’s mistake
so to say you were pissed was an understatement
“dr sloan?” you heard murphy call you and you hummed, “mrs walker’s labs came back”
you took the tablet from her hands, “okay. everything seems great” you nodded, “she should be fine to be discharged. get the papers and i’ll sign them” you gave her a small smile before dismissing her, turning back to stare out the hallway’s outside view
a couple of minutes passed before your pager went off with a 911 from the pitt. you made your way down to the er, walking into one of the exam rooms and seeing kepner treating a pregnant lady
“you paged?” you asked and she nodded, walking over to the other side of the bed
“mcv. diane walters, 37 weeks pregnant. she was hypotensive in the field and some abdominal bruising”
“hi, diane. i’m dr sloan, how are you feeling?” you asked her while you were gloving up
“i’m fine,” she breathed out, “how’s my baby? is my baby okay?”
“that’s what i’m here for, diane. i’ll check that,” you looked at the fetal monitor on the side of the bed and softly nodded, “your baby seems to be doing fine for now. i’m going to check your stomach, okay?” you started your exam after she nodded, “abdomen is tender. can you get me the ultrasound please?” you asked one of the nurses, “diane, nurse sarah is going to get me a portable ultrasound so you can see your baby with me, okay?” diane nodded and you knew she was nervous for her baby’s wellbeing. by the time sarah came back with the ultrasound, diane was less agitated, so you thanked sarah before turning back towards diane. “ok, you know the drill, first some cold gel and then the tiniest bit of pressure from the ultrasound wand”
diane nodded before saying, “please, if anything’s wrong, save her”
“i will make sure we don’t get anywhere near that point, okay?” she nodded before telling you she was ready for the ultrasound. thankfully, her baby was perfectly fine and after telling her so, you asked kepner to keep an eye on her and page you if anything happened
you took off your gloves as you walked out of the exam room to the hub so you could update the chart on one of the tablets
you were humming the melody from friday, i’m in love when you felt someone stop right behind you. you slowly turned around seeing richard looking at you with an angry expression
“can i help you, dr webber?”
“what is it that i’m hearing that you’re leaving us for pittsburgh?”
you grimaced before sighing, “i can’t stay here anymore, richard. not when every time i walk around the corner i almost have a heart attack because i think i see or hear my husband” you sighed again, “it’s not healthy for me or my baby” you tilted your head to the side, “ i don’t wanna go” you paused, “but i need to—to have a change of scenery”
he nodded, his expression now an understanding one. “i get it. life has been so unfair to you and your baby, maybe it is time to change that.” he gave you a hug, “good luck”
“i know you’re throwing me a goodbye party, jackson” you rolled your eyes from the passenger seat. jackson had called you an hour earlier telling you you had forty-five minutes to get ready. thankfully, you had already gotten out of your scrubs and had taken a long shower so you had the time to get ready in time. when you brought up the question about what you were supposed to do with your already asleep baby, he just said to also get her ready because she was also going out with you, “arizona told me. i know we’re going to mer’s house”
he groaned, “why would arizona tell you? it was a surprise!” you laughed, really laughed, and jackson looked at you like you were crazy, “what?” he asked annoyed
“nobody told me, i just made that up” you were still laughing, “i can’t believe i was right”
“cut it off” he said, pulling over at mer’s house. “we’re here”
you got out of the car and walked to its side to get your daughter out of the car seat. you walked up to the house with her in your arms and when you walked inside you heard everyone say a chorus of ‘surprise’
you fake gasped, “oh my god, you guys. i didn’t expect this, thank you” you put a hand over your chest
arizona flattened out, “you told her!?” she pointed at jackson, who was behind you
“i didn’t!” you chuckled
“he didn’t! and guys, i don’t leave until after this guy’s baby gets here.” you looked at him, “ i have to meet my godchild” he chuckled before lightly pushing your shoulder
after that, meredith told you you could put ellie down on ellis’ room, where the latter was already asleep. you quietly closed the door, walking out to the living room
“so, will you be visiting us from time to time or will you pretend we don’t exist?”
“amelia!” maggie softly slapped her arm
“it’s okay, maggie. i’ll be back as much as i can” you gave them a soft smile, “and you guys are more than welcome to visit me over there”
amelia nodded before hugging you, “thank you”
you were taken aback, “for what, exactly?”
“for being my friend” you blinked fast to wish the tears away and hugged her tighter
“shut up amelia or i’m gonna cry” you let out a teary chuckle and opened your arms to call maggie into the hug, “i’m gonna miss you guys, so much”
“oh, sweets. i’m gonna facetime you so much you’ll block me” amelia said with a teasing voice, making you smile at her
“yeah, i don’t think that’s possible, ames” you shrugged, stepping back from the hug, “you’re more than welcome to try”
you laughed a lot that night. arizona had gotten drunk and was saying funny thing after funny thing while bailey cooked and alex and jo were on salad duty. amelia and maggie were bickering while supposedly passing around food—they were eating everything by themselves—making meredith start bickering with the both of them. april and jackson were quietly sitting on the couch, sharing a bowl of chips. callie and owen were quietly talking in a corner
you looked around, seeing everyone that had become part of your family and you sighed before drinking the last of your wine
jack was nervous, which was weird, he was never nervous. but you were finally working nights for the first time since you had started at ptmc and to make matters worse–or better, depends on who you ask–it was christmas eve. he first thought it was weird for you to choose a holiday for your first night shift considering you could be spending it with your daughter but then he overheard you tell dana a your older brother and your baby sister were visiting the entire month and you’d said you were already tired of spending the night with them there. also your daughter was at that age where she was able to sleep through the night so you preferred to spend daylight hours with her
he looked up from the tablet on his hand when he heard lena excitedly call your name. you gave her a full smile as she said how excited she was to be working with you before asking about elizabeth
“she’s great, excited to have her aunt and uncle” you said while getting your stuff out of your bag, “and, i don’t want to sound ungrateful, but i needed to skip some nights at home while they’re here. they’re a handful”
lena chuckled, eyes stuck to the computer screen in front of her, “i hear you, sister. i tend to do the same when my mother in law’s in town”
you chuckled, closing your bag and placing it in a corner of the desk, “what about you, abbot? why work christmas eve?”
jack looked up from the tablet in his hand with a slightly surprised expression, “i—uh, i don’t have anyone waiting for me at home” he shrugged and you pursed your lips to the side, nodding at his response
“well, let’s hope tonight’s not so hectic, then” you winked at lena before softly and quickly placing your hand down on jack’s shoulder
he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest
even though you’d hoped it wouldn’t, the night was hectic. but it was to be expected, it was christmas eve and a lot of accidents were prone to happen while you were there, especially the first half of your shift
things slowed down a bit by the time the clock hit two am so you were standing outside in the ambulance bay with at least three layers of clothes and a thick scarf lena insisted you put on when you said you were going outside for a little
it had been a long time since jack had felt his heart race like it was when he stepped out to the ambulance bay to take a breath and he saw you standing there, staring ahead as the snow fell all over and around you
“hey, stranger” you said, almost low enough he could’ve missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention to you, “aren’t you cold?” you pointed at his lack of jacket or anything that could heat him up
he shook his head, “it’s okay. i’ll go right back inside”
“nonsense” you shook your head, getting one of your hands out of your puffer’s pocket, “come here.” jack swore he forgot how to function for a second seeing you wiggling your fingers so he could take your hand. he snapped out of it and walked to stand next to you, taking your hand in his, “fuck, your hand’s freezing” you turned your face to look at him, cursing when you felt the temperature of your hands clashed. obviously, it didn’t help that your heart was beating so hard and fast against your chest it almost felt like it was going to burst out of it
he chuckled at your words, raising your intertwined hands to blow hot air on them, “better?”
“fuck no” you scrunched your very red nose as you shook your head, “but whatever, it’s okay”
he turned to look at you, seeing the soft expression in your eyes and he took the chance to wipe a snowflake off your nose before shifting his hand to your cheek. you smiled, lightly leaning into his touch and your eyes brightened at the touch as you whispered, “merry christmas, jack”
he hummed before saying back to you, “merry christmas, angel”
the first time you met jack abbot wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t great. you knew that, jack knew that, and everyone knew that, especially dana evans
the morning shift’s charge nurse had always prided herself for being a very intelligent woman, which was a very well known fact. she noticed everything. every single thing, even the smallest one, she never missed them
so, in true dana fashion, she noticed the sudden but quiet shift between you and jack
if she thought jack abbot was the most closed off, private person on this earth, it was because she hadn’t met you yet. and as much as she understood why you’d be–all things considered–it made it a thousand times better when adamson went to her for his suspicious about the newfound friendship between you and abbot
“evans, don’t do this.” adamson sighed and dana bit back a smile, “i just want to know if abbot has said anything–or if sloan has said anything”
dana didn’t even look up from the ipad on her hand, “believe me, if anyone’s more closed off than abbot is sloan” she shrugged, “for what is worth, i think they’re getting along just fine” she nodded towards the elevator, where you and jack were coming off of for your shift, talking about something neither of them could successfully make out. jack was dressed in his usual black tee and a dark blue jacket whereas you were wearing what seemed to be the comfiest and warmest pair of sweatpants you owned over your scrub pants with a dark purple long-sleeved shirt
“they look—“
“cozy” dana interrupted adamson, a knowing smile on her face “i told you, they’re getting along just fine”
“what are we gossiping about?” robby walked to stand right next to dana’s side nodding along when he saw the you throw your head slightly back from laughter “oh, i see.” he chuckled, “i bet they’ll end up dating for a while” robby murmured as he looked down at the tablet dana passed him
“no,” adamson said calmy, “i know they’ll end up together”
cw: mentions of death, mentions of loosing a limb, mentions of being drunk, alcohol consumption, probably not timeline accurate, doctor talk that may not be accurate
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs
but then, he lost his leg. the recovery process was pure hell and he didn’t think he’d get better but he did. his wife was the main reason he got out of his head and made the choice of getting better
at first, losing his leg and the fact he had to go to his physical therapy sessions and learn how to walk again but now with a prosthetic took a lot from him; his will to live, his desire to have a family. but then, one late night his wife had more to drink than she probably should have, she begged him to at least try. to at least try to get a little bit better so they could have the life together they had planned for. so, after seeing her cry and beg, he tried. and he got better
he thought he’d finally get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
it had been hard, but he had tried again, because he knew that’s what his wife would’ve wanted him to. he went to work and then he went to therapy. he turned into an adrenaline seeker, though it was already given due to his career choice. he volunteered for some swat shifts, he worked night shifts and some day ones as well. he rarely took a break
until he was practically forced to do so
dana, robby, and adamson did an intervention and sent him on a month long vacation to sip whiskey on a beach so he could try to wind down before coming back to pittsburgh
that month on that beach is the first thing that comes to his mind the moment he sees you walk out of adamson’s office on a random wednesday afternoon, though he can’t really understand the reason why. he walked in early for his shift, as he always did, and walked up to dana’s side, putting down his bag before asking, “who’s that?”
“dr sloan from seattle” dana answered without looking up, checking a patient’s chart so she could tell robby to discharge them
“what is she doing here?” jack asked, looking straight at you. robby and adamson were by your sides, talking about something jack couldn’t hear
“i heard the board took interest in her and adamson offered her a position” dana shrugged, looking up at you through the rim of her glasses “she’s got an impressive resume; trained under richard webber, addison montgomery, nicole herman, and mark sloan. wanted to go for plastics but ultimately decided not to and did what a lot of people can only dream of and became a double certified general and ob surgeon, did two fellowships at the same time and specialized in maternal-fetal surgery alongside general, yadah yadah”
“mark sloan? isn’t that one of the guys who—”
dana hummed in agreement, “—he was also her husband. he died around three years ago”
jack could only nod. he had a vague memory of you. he knew he had seen you before. he just still didn’t understand why that beach kept coming back to his mind
“dr sloan this is dr abbot, our night shift attending” adamson’s voice broke him out of his trance, “and this is dana, our day shift charge nurse”
“very nice to meet you both” you smiled at the both of them
“right back at you, sweetheart” dana gave you a smile back, lightly hitting jack with her elbow when he stayed in complete silence
he lowly groaned, “it’s very nice to meet you too, dr sloan. if you don’t mind me asking, what brings you all the way here to pittsburgh? you’re a hospital owner now, right?” dana turned to shoot a warning glare at his tone before you let out a small chuckle and answered
“part-owner, actually.” you bit the inside of your cheek, “and i’m here because dr adamson kindly invited me. grey-sloan memorial is an amazing hospital, but i am looking to make a change.” jack hummed at your response, making adamson glare at him, while robby was biting back a laugh, “if you’ll excuse me, i have to get going. it was really a pleasure meeting all of you”
dana scoffed, flicking the back of jack’s head the moment you walked out through the ambulance bay’s door. “hey! what the hell?” he rubbed his head
“what the hell was that, abbot?” adamson groaned, “i’ve been trying to get her to come here for at least a year and this is the first impression she gets from my staff?”
“don’t pin that on everyone here, doc” dana shifted her weight to her right leg, a hand on her waist, “that was all abbot” robby hummed in agreement, checking his phone
“i don’t understand why you want her and why she’d agree to work here.” they all looked at him, “what? she’s ‘part-owner’ of a hospital,” he quoted with his fingers, “i don’t think she’d change that and her surgical spot for an attending position at an emergency department on the other side of the country” he shrugged and dana sighed
“i hate to agree with g.i. joe over here but he’s right” dana shrugged
adamson let out a breath through his nose, “her husband died three years ago in that place and one of her best friends died a couple months ago, i’d assume she doesn’t want to be in that place anymore. besides, it’s more of a hybrid position. she’d be mainly in the surgical floor but it wouldn’t be bad to have her around in the ed. god knows we need the extra hands, especially during nights”
jack was taken aback. he briefly remembers hearing the news a couple years back, the plane crash that took two of the six doctors that were there, he remembers the subsequent lawsuit and the hospital buyout, and he also remembers hearing about derek shepherd’s passing
he hated that he had assumed something that wasn’t true. actually, he didn’t know what he assumed. but whatever it had been was entirely incorrect
you were just trying to run away from a place that had hurt you over and over again and he had lightly stained the first impression you had of him
he just hoped he’d get to see you again to change that
‘how was it?’ jackson asked from the other side of the phone
“it was fine.” your shrugged, “i loved the nurses, they were really nice. the surgeons are kinda bitchy, but it’s fine, we kinda are like that too and dr adamson reminds me a whole lot of webber,” you shuddered, drying your hair with the hotel towel. “it’s uncanny. but the rest of the doctors are great, except for this one, he kinda reminds me of mark” you rolled your eyes, walking out of the bathroom with your phone in hand. “except it was like pre-us mark was looking and talking to me”
‘what do you mean?’
you sat down on the bed, grabbing a pack of oreos you had bought before returning to the hotel. “he was kinda rude” you scrunched your nose, “and i think he tried to imply i was dumb for even thinking about leaving the hospital i ‘own’” you made quotes in the air before huffing, “whatever,” you paused, biting one cookie. “he was kinda hot, too”
jackson let out a loud chuckle, ‘oh my god, you and sloan really were a match made in heaven’
you sighed, a smile on your face “yeah, we so were.” you bit your lip, “i really miss him”
‘yeah,’ jackson sighed, ‘i do too’
“jackson,” you took a deep breath, taking a pause, “do you think this is a good idea?”
‘what? packing up your bags and leaving us?’ you nodded, ‘i don’t really like it but i do understand why you’d want to do it’
you pursed your lips to the side, “i think a change would be good for me and for ellie. besides, we’d only be a plane ride away and we can still facetime anytime”
he nodded, ‘why don’t you come home and we can talk about it with a lot of wine?’
“sounds tempting,” you chuckled, “my flight leaves tomorrow afternoon. i think i’ll go out tonight, maybe see a bit of pittsburgh by myself before actually making a decision”
‘that sounds like a plan’ you heard some movement from jackson’s side and a few seconds later you saw ellie walking out of his room
‘uncle jackson?’ you heard her ask with a sleepy tone, ‘what are you doing?’
“hey, bug” you called out and saw her expression change, “i miss you so much”
‘hi, mommy. i miss you’ she babbled and jackson picked her up, sitting her on his lap
“you should go back to sleep, bug. i’ll see you tomorrow night”
‘i love you mommy’ ellie slowly closed her eyes, starting to asleep
“i love you too, bug.” you sent her a kiss through the screen, “i’ll see you tomorrow, jackson. take care of my baby”
the mix of the seattle late spring weather and the day’s shift was wearing you down. everything had been a mess. your surgeries had been pushed for the third time this week because some scheduling overlap and you had almost lost one of your patients due to an intern’s mistake
so to say you were pissed was an understatement
“dr sloan?” you heard murphy call you and you hummed, “mrs walker’s labs came back”
you took the tablet from her hands, “okay. everything seems great” you nodded, “she should be fine to be discharged. get the papers and i’ll sign them” you gave her a small smile before dismissing her, turning back to stare out the hallway’s outside view
a couple of minutes passed before your pager went off with a 911 from the pitt. you made your way down to the er, walking into one of the exam rooms and seeing kepner treating a pregnant lady
“you paged?” you asked and she nodded, walking over to the other side of the bed
“mcv. diane walters, 37 weeks pregnant. she was hypotensive in the field and some abdominal bruising”
“hi, diane. i’m dr sloan, how are you feeling?” you asked her while you were gloving up
“i’m fine,” she breathed out, “how’s my baby? is my baby okay?”
“that’s what i’m here for, diane. i’ll check that,” you looked at the fetal monitor on the side of the bed and softly nodded, “your baby seems to be doing fine for now. i’m going to check your stomach, okay?” you started your exam after she nodded, “abdomen is tender. can you get me the ultrasound please?” you asked one of the nurses, “diane, nurse sarah is going to get me a portable ultrasound so you can see your baby with me, okay?” diane nodded and you knew she was nervous for her baby’s wellbeing. by the time sarah came back with the ultrasound, diane was less agitated, so you thanked sarah before turning back towards diane. “ok, you know the drill, first some cold gel and then the tiniest bit of pressure from the ultrasound wand”
diane nodded before saying, “please, if anything’s wrong, save her”
“i will make sure we don’t get anywhere near that point, okay?” she nodded before telling you she was ready for the ultrasound. thankfully, her baby was perfectly fine and after telling her so, you asked kepner to keep an eye on her and page you if anything happened
you took off your gloves as you walked out of the exam room to the hub so you could update the chart on one of the tablets
you were humming the melody from friday, i’m in love when you felt someone stop right behind you. you slowly turned around seeing richard looking at you with an angry expression
“can i help you, dr webber?”
“what is it that i’m hearing that you’re leaving us for pittsburgh?”
you grimaced before sighing, “i can’t stay here anymore, richard. not when every time i walk around the corner i almost have a heart attack because i think i see or hear my husband” you sighed again, “it’s not healthy for me or my baby” you tilted your head to the side, “ i don’t wanna go” you paused, “but i need to—to have a change of scenery”
he nodded, his expression now an understanding one. “i get it. life has been so unfair to you and your baby, maybe it is time to change that.” he gave you a hug, “good luck”
“i know you’re throwing me a goodbye party, jackson” you rolled your eyes from the passenger seat. jackson had called you an hour earlier telling you you had forty-five minutes to get ready. thankfully, you had already gotten out of your scrubs and had taken a long shower so you had the time to get ready in time. when you brought up the question about what you were supposed to do with your already asleep baby, he just said to also get her ready because she was also going out with you, “arizona told me. i know we’re going to mer’s house”
he groaned, “why would arizona tell you? it was a surprise!” you laughed, really laughed, and jackson looked at you like you were crazy, “what?” he asked annoyed
“nobody told me, i just made that up” you were still laughing, “i can’t believe i was right”
“cut it off” he said, pulling over at mer’s house. “we’re here”
you got out of the car and walked to its side to get your daughter out of the car seat. you walked up to the house with her in your arms and when you walked inside you heard everyone say a chorus of ‘surprise’
you fake gasped, “oh my god, you guys. i didn’t expect this, thank you” you put a hand over your chest
arizona flattened out, “you told her!?” she pointed at jackson, who was behind you
“i didn’t!” you chuckled
“he didn’t! and guys, i don’t leave until after this guy’s baby gets here.” you looked at him, “ i have to meet my godchild” he chuckled before lightly pushing your shoulder
after that, meredith told you you could put ellie down on ellis’ room, where the latter was already asleep. you quietly closed the door, walking out to the living room
“so, will you be visiting us from time to time or will you pretend we don’t exist?”
“amelia!” maggie softly slapped her arm
“it’s okay, maggie. i’ll be back as much as i can” you gave them a soft smile, “and you guys are more than welcome to visit me over there”
amelia nodded before hugging you, “thank you”
you were taken aback, “for what, exactly?”
“for being my friend” you blinked fast to wish the tears away and hugged her tighter
“shut up amelia or i’m gonna cry” you let out a teary chuckle and opened your arms to call maggie into the hug, “i’m gonna miss you guys, so much”
“oh, sweets. i’m gonna facetime you so much you’ll block me” amelia said with a teasing voice, making you smile at her
“yeah, i don’t think that’s possible, ames” you shrugged, stepping back from the hug, “you’re more than welcome to try”
you laughed a lot that night. arizona had gotten drunk and was saying funny thing after funny thing while bailey cooked and alex and jo were on salad duty. amelia and maggie were bickering while supposedly passing around food—they were eating everything by themselves—making meredith start bickering with the both of them. april and jackson were quietly sitting on the couch, sharing a bowl of chips. callie and owen were quietly talking in a corner
you looked around, seeing everyone that had become part of your family and you sighed before drinking the last of your wine
jack was nervous, which was weird, he was never nervous. but you were finally working nights for the first time since you had started at ptmc and to make matters worse–or better, depends on who you ask–it was christmas eve. he first thought it was weird for you to choose a holiday for your first night shift considering you could be spending it with your daughter but then he overheard you tell dana a your older brother and your baby sister were visiting the entire month and you’d said you were already tired of spending the night with them there. also your daughter was at that age where she was able to sleep through the night so you preferred to spend daylight hours with her
he looked up from the tablet on his hand when he heard lena excitedly call your name. you gave her a full smile as she said how excited she was to be working with you before asking about elizabeth
“she’s great, excited to have her aunt and uncle” you said while getting your stuff out of your bag, “and, i don’t want to sound ungrateful, but i needed to skip some nights at home while they’re here. they’re a handful”
lena chuckled, eyes stuck to the computer screen in front of her, “i hear you, sister. i tend to do the same when my mother in law’s in town”
you chuckled, closing your bag and placing it in a corner of the desk, “what about you, abbot? why work christmas eve?”
jack looked up from the tablet in his hand with a slightly surprised expression, “i—uh, i don’t have anyone waiting for me at home” he shrugged and you pursed your lips to the side, nodding at his response
“well, let’s hope tonight’s not so hectic, then” you winked at lena before softly and quickly placing your hand down on jack’s shoulder
he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest
even though you’d hoped it wouldn’t, the night was hectic. but it was to be expected, it was christmas eve and a lot of accidents were prone to happen while you were there, especially the first half of your shift
things slowed down a bit by the time the clock hit two am so you were standing outside in the ambulance bay with at least three layers of clothes and a thick scarf lena insisted you put on when you said you were going outside for a little
it had been a long time since jack had felt his heart race like it was when he stepped out to the ambulance bay to take a breath and he saw you standing there, staring ahead as the snow fell all over and around you
“hey, stranger” you said, almost low enough he could’ve missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention to you, “aren’t you cold?” you pointed at his lack of jacket or anything that could heat him up
he shook his head, “it’s okay. i’ll go right back inside”
“nonsense” you shook your head, getting one of your hands out of your puffer’s pocket, “come here.” jack swore he forgot how to function for a second seeing you wiggling your fingers so he could take your hand. he snapped out of it and walked to stand next to you, taking your hand in his, “fuck, your hand’s freezing” you turned your face to look at him, cursing when you felt the temperature of your hands clashed. obviously, it didn’t help that your heart was beating so hard and fast against your chest it almost felt like it was going to burst out of it
he chuckled at your words, raising your intertwined hands to blow hot air on them, “better?”
“fuck no” you scrunched your very red nose as you shook your head, “but whatever, it’s okay”
he turned to look at you, seeing the soft expression in your eyes and he took the chance to wipe a snowflake off your nose before shifting his hand to your cheek. you smiled, lightly leaning into his touch and your eyes brightened at the touch as you whispered, “merry christmas, jack”
he hummed before saying back to you, “merry christmas, angel”
the first time you met jack abbot wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t great. you knew that, jack knew that, and everyone knew that, especially dana evans
the morning shift’s charge nurse had always prided herself for being a very intelligent woman, which was a very well known fact. she noticed everything. every single thing, even the smallest one, she never missed them
so, in true dana fashion, she noticed the sudden but quiet shift between you and jack
if she thought jack abbot was the most closed off, private person on this earth, it was because she hadn’t met you yet. and as much as she understood why you’d be–all things considered–it made it a thousand times better when adamson went to her for his suspicious about the newfound friendship between you and abbot
“evans, don’t do this.” adamson sighed and dana bit back a smile, “i just want to know if abbot has said anything–or if sloan has said anything”
dana didn’t even look up from the ipad on her hand, “believe me, if anyone’s more closed off than abbot is sloan” she shrugged, “for what is worth, i think they’re getting along just fine” she nodded towards the elevator, where you and jack were coming off of for your shift, talking about something neither of them could successfully make out. jack was dressed in his usual black tee and a dark blue jacket whereas you were wearing what seemed to be the comfiest and warmest pair of sweatpants you owned over your scrub pants with a dark purple long-sleeved shirt
“they look—“
“cozy” dana interrupted adamson, a knowing smile on her face “i told you, they’re getting along just fine”
“what are we gossiping about?” robby walked to stand right next to dana’s side nodding along when he saw the you throw your head slightly back from laughter “oh, i see.” he chuckled, “i bet they’ll end up dating for a while” robby murmured as he looked down at the tablet dana passed him
“no,” adamson said calmy, “i know they’ll end up together”
cw: mentions of death, mentions of loosing a limb, mentions of being drunk, alcohol consumption, probably not timeline accurate, doctor talk that may not be accurate
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs
but then, he lost his leg. the recovery process was pure hell and he didn’t think he’d get better but he did. his wife was the main reason he got out of his head and made the choice of getting better
at first, losing his leg and the fact he had to go to his physical therapy sessions and learn how to walk again but now with a prosthetic took a lot from him; his will to live, his desire to have a family. but then, one late night his wife had more to drink than she probably should have, she begged him to at least try. to at least try to get a little bit better so they could have the life together they had planned for. so, after seeing her cry and beg, he tried. and he got better
he thought he’d finally get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
it had been hard, but he had tried again, because he knew that’s what his wife would’ve wanted him to. he went to work and then he went to therapy. he turned into an adrenaline seeker, though it was already given due to his career choice. he volunteered for some swat shifts, he worked night shifts and some day ones as well. he rarely took a break
until he was practically forced to do so
dana, robby, and adamson did an intervention and sent him on a month long vacation to sip whiskey on a beach so he could try to wind down before coming back to pittsburgh
that month on that beach is the first thing that comes to his mind the moment he sees you walk out of adamson’s office on a random wednesday afternoon, though he can’t really understand the reason why. he walked in early for his shift, as he always did, and walked up to dana’s side, putting down his bag before asking, “who’s that?”
“dr sloan from seattle” dana answered without looking up, checking a patient’s chart so she could tell robby to discharge them
“what is she doing here?” jack asked, looking straight at you. robby and adamson were by your sides, talking about something jack couldn’t hear
“i heard the board took interest in her and adamson offered her a position” dana shrugged, looking up at you through the rim of her glasses “she’s got an impressive resume; trained under richard webber, addison montgomery, nicole herman, and mark sloan. wanted to go for plastics but ultimately decided not to and did what a lot of people can only dream of and became a double certified general and ob surgeon, did two fellowships at the same time and specialized in maternal-fetal surgery alongside general, yadah yadah”
“mark sloan? isn’t that one of the guys who—”
dana hummed in agreement, “—he was also her husband. he died around three years ago”
jack could only nod. he had a vague memory of you. he knew he had seen you before. he just still didn’t understand why that beach kept coming back to his mind
“dr sloan this is dr abbot, our night shift attending” adamson’s voice broke him out of his trance, “and this is dana, our day shift charge nurse”
“very nice to meet you both” you smiled at the both of them
“right back at you, sweetheart” dana gave you a smile back, lightly hitting jack with her elbow when he stayed in complete silence
he lowly groaned, “it’s very nice to meet you too, dr sloan. if you don’t mind me asking, what brings you all the way here to pittsburgh? you’re a hospital owner now, right?” dana turned to shoot a warning glare at his tone before you let out a small chuckle and answered
“part-owner, actually.” you bit the inside of your cheek, “and i’m here because dr adamson kindly invited me. grey-sloan memorial is an amazing hospital, but i am looking to make a change.” jack hummed at your response, making adamson glare at him, while robby was biting back a laugh, “if you’ll excuse me, i have to get going. it was really a pleasure meeting all of you”
dana scoffed, flicking the back of jack’s head the moment you walked out through the ambulance bay’s door. “hey! what the hell?” he rubbed his head
“what the hell was that, abbot?” adamson groaned, “i’ve been trying to get her to come here for at least a year and this is the first impression she gets from my staff?”
“don’t pin that on everyone here, doc” dana shifted her weight to her right leg, a hand on her waist, “that was all abbot” robby hummed in agreement, checking his phone
“i don’t understand why you want her and why she’d agree to work here.” they all looked at him, “what? she’s ‘part-owner’ of a hospital,” he quoted with his fingers, “i don’t think she’d change that and her surgical spot for an attending position at an emergency department on the other side of the country” he shrugged and dana sighed
“i hate to agree with g.i. joe over here but he’s right” dana shrugged
adamson let out a breath through his nose, “her husband died three years ago in that place and one of her best friends died a couple months ago, i’d assume she doesn’t want to be in that place anymore. besides, it’s more of a hybrid position. she’d be mainly in the surgical floor but it wouldn’t be bad to have her around in the ed. god knows we need the extra hands, especially during nights”
jack was taken aback. he briefly remembers hearing the news a couple years back, the plane crash that took two of the six doctors that were there, he remembers the subsequent lawsuit and the hospital buyout, and he also remembers hearing about derek shepherd’s passing
he hated that he had assumed something that wasn’t true. actually, he didn’t know what he assumed. but whatever it had been was entirely incorrect
you were just trying to run away from a place that had hurt you over and over again and he had lightly stained the first impression you had of him
he just hoped he’d get to see you again to change that
‘how was it?’ jackson asked from the other side of the phone
“it was fine.” your shrugged, “i loved the nurses, they were really nice. the surgeons are kinda bitchy, but it’s fine, we kinda are like that too and dr adamson reminds me a whole lot of webber,” you shuddered, drying your hair with the hotel towel. “it’s uncanny. but the rest of the doctors are great, except for this one, he kinda reminds me of mark” you rolled your eyes, walking out of the bathroom with your phone in hand. “except it was like pre-us mark was looking and talking to me”
‘what do you mean?’
you sat down on the bed, grabbing a pack of oreos you had bought before returning to the hotel. “he was kinda rude” you scrunched your nose, “and i think he tried to imply i was dumb for even thinking about leaving the hospital i ‘own’” you made quotes in the air before huffing, “whatever,” you paused, biting one cookie. “he was kinda hot, too”
jackson let out a loud chuckle, ‘oh my god, you and sloan really were a match made in heaven’
you sighed, a smile on your face “yeah, we so were.” you bit your lip, “i really miss him”
‘yeah,’ jackson sighed, ‘i do too’
“jackson,” you took a deep breath, taking a pause, “do you think this is a good idea?”
‘what? packing up your bags and leaving us?’ you nodded, ‘i don’t really like it but i do understand why you’d want to do it’
you pursed your lips to the side, “i think a change would be good for me and for ellie. besides, we’d only be a plane ride away and we can still facetime anytime”
he nodded, ‘why don’t you come home and we can talk about it with a lot of wine?’
“sounds tempting,” you chuckled, “my flight leaves tomorrow afternoon. i think i’ll go out tonight, maybe see a bit of pittsburgh by myself before actually making a decision”
‘that sounds like a plan’ you heard some movement from jackson’s side and a few seconds later you saw ellie walking out of his room
‘uncle jackson?’ you heard her ask with a sleepy tone, ‘what are you doing?’
“hey, bug” you called out and saw her expression change, “i miss you so much”
‘hi, mommy. i miss you’ she babbled and jackson picked her up, sitting her on his lap
“you should go back to sleep, bug. i’ll see you tomorrow night”
‘i love you mommy’ ellie slowly closed her eyes, starting to asleep
“i love you too, bug.” you sent her a kiss through the screen, “i’ll see you tomorrow, jackson. take care of my baby”
the mix of the seattle late spring weather and the day’s shift was wearing you down. everything had been a mess. your surgeries had been pushed for the third time this week because some scheduling overlap and you had almost lost one of your patients due to an intern’s mistake
so to say you were pissed was an understatement
“dr sloan?” you heard murphy call you and you hummed, “mrs walker’s labs came back”
you took the tablet from her hands, “okay. everything seems great” you nodded, “she should be fine to be discharged. get the papers and i’ll sign them” you gave her a small smile before dismissing her, turning back to stare out the hallway’s outside view
a couple of minutes passed before your pager went off with a 911 from the pitt. you made your way down to the er, walking into one of the exam rooms and seeing kepner treating a pregnant lady
“you paged?” you asked and she nodded, walking over to the other side of the bed
“mcv. diane walters, 37 weeks pregnant. she was hypotensive in the field and some abdominal bruising”
“hi, diane. i’m dr sloan, how are you feeling?” you asked her while you were gloving up
“i’m fine,” she breathed out, “how’s my baby? is my baby okay?”
“that’s what i’m here for, diane. i’ll check that,” you looked at the fetal monitor on the side of the bed and softly nodded, “your baby seems to be doing fine for now. i’m going to check your stomach, okay?” you started your exam after she nodded, “abdomen is tender. can you get me the ultrasound please?” you asked one of the nurses, “diane, nurse sarah is going to get me a portable ultrasound so you can see your baby with me, okay?” diane nodded and you knew she was nervous for her baby’s wellbeing. by the time sarah came back with the ultrasound, diane was less agitated, so you thanked sarah before turning back towards diane. “ok, you know the drill, first some cold gel and then the tiniest bit of pressure from the ultrasound wand”
diane nodded before saying, “please, if anything’s wrong, save her”
“i will make sure we don’t get anywhere near that point, okay?” she nodded before telling you she was ready for the ultrasound. thankfully, her baby was perfectly fine and after telling her so, you asked kepner to keep an eye on her and page you if anything happened
you took off your gloves as you walked out of the exam room to the hub so you could update the chart on one of the tablets
you were humming the melody from friday, i’m in love when you felt someone stop right behind you. you slowly turned around seeing richard looking at you with an angry expression
“can i help you, dr webber?”
“what is it that i’m hearing that you’re leaving us for pittsburgh?”
you grimaced before sighing, “i can’t stay here anymore, richard. not when every time i walk around the corner i almost have a heart attack because i think i see or hear my husband” you sighed again, “it’s not healthy for me or my baby” you tilted your head to the side, “ i don’t wanna go” you paused, “but i need to—to have a change of scenery”
he nodded, his expression now an understanding one. “i get it. life has been so unfair to you and your baby, maybe it is time to change that.” he gave you a hug, “good luck”
“i know you’re throwing me a goodbye party, jackson” you rolled your eyes from the passenger seat. jackson had called you an hour earlier telling you you had forty-five minutes to get ready. thankfully, you had already gotten out of your scrubs and had taken a long shower so you had the time to get ready in time. when you brought up the question about what you were supposed to do with your already asleep baby, he just said to also get her ready because she was also going out with you, “arizona told me. i know we’re going to mer’s house”
he groaned, “why would arizona tell you? it was a surprise!” you laughed, really laughed, and jackson looked at you like you were crazy, “what?” he asked annoyed
“nobody told me, i just made that up” you were still laughing, “i can’t believe i was right”
“cut it off” he said, pulling over at mer’s house. “we’re here”
you got out of the car and walked to its side to get your daughter out of the car seat. you walked up to the house with her in your arms and when you walked inside you heard everyone say a chorus of ‘surprise’
you fake gasped, “oh my god, you guys. i didn’t expect this, thank you” you put a hand over your chest
arizona flattened out, “you told her!?” she pointed at jackson, who was behind you
“i didn’t!” you chuckled
“he didn’t! and guys, i don’t leave until after this guy’s baby gets here.” you looked at him, “ i have to meet my godchild” he chuckled before lightly pushing your shoulder
after that, meredith told you you could put ellie down on ellis’ room, where the latter was already asleep. you quietly closed the door, walking out to the living room
“so, will you be visiting us from time to time or will you pretend we don’t exist?”
“amelia!” maggie softly slapped her arm
“it’s okay, maggie. i’ll be back as much as i can” you gave them a soft smile, “and you guys are more than welcome to visit me over there”
amelia nodded before hugging you, “thank you”
you were taken aback, “for what, exactly?”
“for being my friend” you blinked fast to wish the tears away and hugged her tighter
“shut up amelia or i’m gonna cry” you let out a teary chuckle and opened your arms to call maggie into the hug, “i’m gonna miss you guys, so much”
“oh, sweets. i’m gonna facetime you so much you’ll block me” amelia said with a teasing voice, making you smile at her
“yeah, i don’t think that’s possible, ames” you shrugged, stepping back from the hug, “you’re more than welcome to try”
you laughed a lot that night. arizona had gotten drunk and was saying funny thing after funny thing while bailey cooked and alex and jo were on salad duty. amelia and maggie were bickering while supposedly passing around food—they were eating everything by themselves—making meredith start bickering with the both of them. april and jackson were quietly sitting on the couch, sharing a bowl of chips. callie and owen were quietly talking in a corner
you looked around, seeing everyone that had become part of your family and you sighed before drinking the last of your wine
jack was nervous, which was weird, he was never nervous. but you were finally working nights for the first time since you had started at ptmc and to make matters worse–or better, depends on who you ask–it was christmas eve. he first thought it was weird for you to choose a holiday for your first night shift considering you could be spending it with your daughter but then he overheard you tell dana a your older brother and your baby sister were visiting the entire month and you’d said you were already tired of spending the night with them there. also your daughter was at that age where she was able to sleep through the night so you preferred to spend daylight hours with her
he looked up from the tablet on his hand when he heard lena excitedly call your name. you gave her a full smile as she said how excited she was to be working with you before asking about elizabeth
“she’s great, excited to have her aunt and uncle” you said while getting your stuff out of your bag, “and, i don’t want to sound ungrateful, but i needed to skip some nights at home while they’re here. they’re a handful”
lena chuckled, eyes stuck to the computer screen in front of her, “i hear you, sister. i tend to do the same when my mother in law’s in town”
you chuckled, closing your bag and placing it in a corner of the desk, “what about you, abbot? why work christmas eve?”
jack looked up from the tablet in his hand with a slightly surprised expression, “i—uh, i don’t have anyone waiting for me at home” he shrugged and you pursed your lips to the side, nodding at his response
“well, let’s hope tonight’s not so hectic, then” you winked at lena before softly and quickly placing your hand down on jack’s shoulder
he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest
even though you’d hoped it wouldn’t, the night was hectic. but it was to be expected, it was christmas eve and a lot of accidents were prone to happen while you were there, especially the first half of your shift
things slowed down a bit by the time the clock hit two am so you were standing outside in the ambulance bay with at least three layers of clothes and a thick scarf lena insisted you put on when you said you were going outside for a little
it had been a long time since jack had felt his heart race like it was when he stepped out to the ambulance bay to take a breath and he saw you standing there, staring ahead as the snow fell all over and around you
“hey, stranger” you said, almost low enough he could’ve missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention to you, “aren’t you cold?” you pointed at his lack of jacket or anything that could heat him up
he shook his head, “it’s okay. i’ll go right back inside”
“nonsense” you shook your head, getting one of your hands out of your puffer’s pocket, “come here.” jack swore he forgot how to function for a second seeing you wiggling your fingers so he could take your hand. he snapped out of it and walked to stand next to you, taking your hand in his, “fuck, your hand’s freezing” you turned your face to look at him, cursing when you felt the temperature of your hands clashed. obviously, it didn’t help that your heart was beating so hard and fast against your chest it almost felt like it was going to burst out of it
he chuckled at your words, raising your intertwined hands to blow hot air on them, “better?”
“fuck no” you scrunched your very red nose as you shook your head, “but whatever, it’s okay”
he turned to look at you, seeing the soft expression in your eyes and he took the chance to wipe a snowflake off your nose before shifting his hand to your cheek. you smiled, lightly leaning into his touch and your eyes brightened at the touch as you whispered, “merry christmas, jack”
he hummed before saying back to you, “merry christmas, angel”
the first time you met jack abbot wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t great. you knew that, jack knew that, and everyone knew that, especially dana evans
the morning shift’s charge nurse had always prided herself for being a very intelligent woman, which was a very well known fact. she noticed everything. every single thing, even the smallest one, she never missed them
so, in true dana fashion, she noticed the sudden but quiet shift between you and jack
if she thought jack abbot was the most closed off, private person on this earth, it was because she hadn’t met you yet. and as much as she understood why you’d be–all things considered–it made it a thousand times better when adamson went to her for his suspicious about the newfound friendship between you and abbot
“evans, don’t do this.” adamson sighed and dana bit back a smile, “i just want to know if abbot has said anything–or if sloan has said anything”
dana didn’t even look up from the ipad on her hand, “believe me, if anyone’s more closed off than abbot is sloan” she shrugged, “for what is worth, i think they’re getting along just fine” she nodded towards the elevator, where you and jack were coming off of for your shift, talking about something neither of them could successfully make out. jack was dressed in his usual black tee and a dark blue jacket whereas you were wearing what seemed to be the comfiest and warmest pair of sweatpants you owned over your scrub pants with a dark purple long-sleeved shirt
“they look—“
“cozy” dana interrupted adamson, a knowing smile on her face “i told you, they’re getting along just fine”
“what are we gossiping about?” robby walked to stand right next to dana’s side nodding along when he saw the you throw your head slightly back from laughter “oh, i see.” he chuckled, “i bet they’ll end up dating for a while” robby murmured as he looked down at the tablet dana passed him
“no,” adamson said calmy, “i know they’ll end up together”
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cw: mentions of death, mentions of loosing a limb, mentions of being drunk, alcohol consumption, probably not timeline accurate, doctor talk that may not be accurate
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs
but then, he lost his leg. the recovery process was pure hell and he didn’t think he’d get better but he did. his wife was the main reason he got out of his head and made the choice of getting better
at first, losing his leg and the fact he had to go to his physical therapy sessions and learn how to walk again but now with a prosthetic took a lot from him; his will to live, his desire to have a family. but then, one late night his wife had more to drink than she probably should have, she begged him to at least try. to at least try to get a little bit better so they could have the life together they had planned for. so, after seeing her cry and beg, he tried. and he got better
he thought he’d finally get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
it had been hard, but he had tried again, because he knew that’s what his wife would’ve wanted him to. he went to work and then he went to therapy. he turned into an adrenaline seeker, though it was already given due to his career choice. he volunteered for some swat shifts, he worked night shifts and some day ones as well. he rarely took a break
until he was practically forced to do so
dana, robby, and adamson did an intervention and sent him on a month long vacation to sip whiskey on a beach so he could try to wind down before coming back to pittsburgh
that month on that beach is the first thing that comes to his mind the moment he sees you walk out of adamson’s office on a random wednesday afternoon, though he can’t really understand the reason why. he walked in early for his shift, as he always did, and walked up to dana’s side, putting down his bag before asking, “who’s that?”
“dr sloan from seattle” dana answered without looking up, checking a patient’s chart so she could tell robby to discharge them
“what is she doing here?” jack asked, looking straight at you. robby and adamson were by your sides, talking about something jack couldn’t hear
“i heard the board took interest in her and adamson offered her a position” dana shrugged, looking up at you through the rim of her glasses “she’s got an impressive resume; trained under richard webber, addison montgomery, nicole herman, and mark sloan. wanted to go for plastics but ultimately decided not to and did what a lot of people can only dream of and became a double certified general and ob surgeon, did two fellowships at the same time and specialized in maternal-fetal surgery alongside general, yadah yadah”
“mark sloan? isn’t that one of the guys who—”
dana hummed in agreement, “—he was also her husband. he died around three years ago”
jack could only nod. he had a vague memory of you. he knew he had seen you before. he just still didn’t understand why that beach kept coming back to his mind
“dr sloan this is dr abbot, our night shift attending” adamson’s voice broke him out of his trance, “and this is dana, our day shift charge nurse”
“very nice to meet you both” you smiled at the both of them
“right back at you, sweetheart” dana gave you a smile back, lightly hitting jack with her elbow when he stayed in complete silence
he lowly groaned, “it’s very nice to meet you too, dr sloan. if you don’t mind me asking, what brings you all the way here to pittsburgh? you’re a hospital owner now, right?” dana turned to shoot a warning glare at his tone before you let out a small chuckle and answered
“part-owner, actually.” you bit the inside of your cheek, “and i’m here because dr adamson kindly invited me. grey-sloan memorial is an amazing hospital, but i am looking to make a change.” jack hummed at your response, making adamson glare at him, while robby was biting back a laugh, “if you’ll excuse me, i have to get going. it was really a pleasure meeting all of you”
dana scoffed, flicking the back of jack’s head the moment you walked out through the ambulance bay’s door. “hey! what the hell?” he rubbed his head
“what the hell was that, abbot?” adamson groaned, “i’ve been trying to get her to come here for at least a year and this is the first impression she gets from my staff?”
“don’t pin that on everyone here, doc” dana shifted her weight to her right leg, a hand on her waist, “that was all abbot” robby hummed in agreement, checking his phone
“i don’t understand why you want her and why she’d agree to work here.” they all looked at him, “what? she’s ‘part-owner’ of a hospital,” he quoted with his fingers, “i don’t think she’d change that and her surgical spot for an attending position at an emergency department on the other side of the country” he shrugged and dana sighed
“i hate to agree with g.i. joe over here but he’s right” dana shrugged
adamson let out a breath through his nose, “her husband died three years ago in that place and one of her best friends died a couple months ago, i’d assume she doesn’t want to be in that place anymore. besides, it’s more of a hybrid position. she’d be mainly in the surgical floor but it wouldn’t be bad to have her around in the ed. god knows we need the extra hands, especially during nights”
jack was taken aback. he briefly remembers hearing the news a couple years back, the plane crash that took two of the six doctors that were there, he remembers the subsequent lawsuit and the hospital buyout, and he also remembers hearing about derek shepherd’s passing
he hated that he had assumed something that wasn’t true. actually, he didn’t know what he assumed. but whatever it had been was entirely incorrect
you were just trying to run away from a place that had hurt you over and over again and he had lightly stained the first impression you had of him
he just hoped he’d get to see you again to change that
‘how was it?’ jackson asked from the other side of the phone
“it was fine.” your shrugged, “i loved the nurses, they were really nice. the surgeons are kinda bitchy, but it’s fine, we kinda are like that too and dr adamson reminds me a whole lot of webber,” you shuddered, drying your hair with the hotel towel. “it’s uncanny. but the rest of the doctors are great, except for this one, he kinda reminds me of mark” you rolled your eyes, walking out of the bathroom with your phone in hand. “except it was like pre-us mark was looking and talking to me”
‘what do you mean?’
you sat down on the bed, grabbing a pack of oreos you had bought before returning to the hotel. “he was kinda rude” you scrunched your nose, “and i think he tried to imply i was dumb for even thinking about leaving the hospital i ‘own’” you made quotes in the air before huffing, “whatever,” you paused, biting one cookie. “he was kinda hot, too”
jackson let out a loud chuckle, ‘oh my god, you and sloan really were a match made in heaven’
you sighed, a smile on your face “yeah, we so were.” you bit your lip, “i really miss him”
‘yeah,’ jackson sighed, ‘i do too’
“jackson,” you took a deep breath, taking a pause, “do you think this is a good idea?”
‘what? packing up your bags and leaving us?’ you nodded, ‘i don’t really like it but i do understand why you’d want to do it’
you pursed your lips to the side, “i think a change would be good for me and for ellie. besides, we’d only be a plane ride away and we can still facetime anytime”
he nodded, ‘why don’t you come home and we can talk about it with a lot of wine?’
“sounds tempting,” you chuckled, “my flight leaves tomorrow afternoon. i think i’ll go out tonight, maybe see a bit of pittsburgh by myself before actually making a decision”
‘that sounds like a plan’ you heard some movement from jackson’s side and a few seconds later you saw ellie walking out of his room
‘uncle jackson?’ you heard her ask with a sleepy tone, ‘what are you doing?’
“hey, bug” you called out and saw her expression change, “i miss you so much”
‘hi, mommy. i miss you’ she babbled and jackson picked her up, sitting her on his lap
“you should go back to sleep, bug. i’ll see you tomorrow night”
‘i love you mommy’ ellie slowly closed her eyes, starting to asleep
“i love you too, bug.” you sent her a kiss through the screen, “i’ll see you tomorrow, jackson. take care of my baby”
the mix of the seattle late spring weather and the day’s shift was wearing you down. everything had been a mess. your surgeries had been pushed for the third time this week because some scheduling overlap and you had almost lost one of your patients due to an intern’s mistake
so to say you were pissed was an understatement
“dr sloan?” you heard murphy call you and you hummed, “mrs walker’s labs came back”
you took the tablet from her hands, “okay. everything seems great” you nodded, “she should be fine to be discharged. get the papers and i’ll sign them” you gave her a small smile before dismissing her, turning back to stare out the hallway’s outside view
a couple of minutes passed before your pager went off with a 911 from the pitt. you made your way down to the er, walking into one of the exam rooms and seeing kepner treating a pregnant lady
“you paged?” you asked and she nodded, walking over to the other side of the bed
“mcv. diane walters, 37 weeks pregnant. she was hypotensive in the field and some abdominal bruising”
“hi, diane. i’m dr sloan, how are you feeling?” you asked her while you were gloving up
“i’m fine,” she breathed out, “how’s my baby? is my baby okay?”
“that’s what i’m here for, diane. i’ll check that,” you looked at the fetal monitor on the side of the bed and softly nodded, “your baby seems to be doing fine for now. i’m going to check your stomach, okay?” you started your exam after she nodded, “abdomen is tender. can you get me the ultrasound please?” you asked one of the nurses, “diane, nurse sarah is going to get me a portable ultrasound so you can see your baby with me, okay?” diane nodded and you knew she was nervous for her baby’s wellbeing. by the time sarah came back with the ultrasound, diane was less agitated, so you thanked sarah before turning back towards diane. “ok, you know the drill, first some cold gel and then the tiniest bit of pressure from the ultrasound wand”
diane nodded before saying, “please, if anything’s wrong, save her”
“i will make sure we don’t get anywhere near that point, okay?” she nodded before telling you she was ready for the ultrasound. thankfully, her baby was perfectly fine and after telling her so, you asked kepner to keep an eye on her and page you if anything happened
you took off your gloves as you walked out of the exam room to the hub so you could update the chart on one of the tablets
you were humming the melody from friday, i’m in love when you felt someone stop right behind you. you slowly turned around seeing richard looking at you with an angry expression
“can i help you, dr webber?”
“what is it that i’m hearing that you’re leaving us for pittsburgh?”
you grimaced before sighing, “i can’t stay here anymore, richard. not when every time i walk around the corner i almost have a heart attack because i think i see or hear my husband” you sighed again, “it’s not healthy for me or my baby” you tilted your head to the side, “ i don’t wanna go” you paused, “but i need to—to have a change of scenery”
he nodded, his expression now an understanding one. “i get it. life has been so unfair to you and your baby, maybe it is time to change that.” he gave you a hug, “good luck”
“i know you’re throwing me a goodbye party, jackson” you rolled your eyes from the passenger seat. jackson had called you an hour earlier telling you you had forty-five minutes to get ready. thankfully, you had already gotten out of your scrubs and had taken a long shower so you had the time to get ready in time. when you brought up the question about what you were supposed to do with your already asleep baby, he just said to also get her ready because she was also going out with you, “arizona told me. i know we’re going to mer’s house”
he groaned, “why would arizona tell you? it was a surprise!” you laughed, really laughed, and jackson looked at you like you were crazy, “what?” he asked annoyed
“nobody told me, i just made that up” you were still laughing, “i can’t believe i was right”
“cut it off” he said, pulling over at mer’s house. “we’re here”
you got out of the car and walked to its side to get your daughter out of the car seat. you walked up to the house with her in your arms and when you walked inside you heard everyone say a chorus of ‘surprise’
you fake gasped, “oh my god, you guys. i didn’t expect this, thank you” you put a hand over your chest
arizona flattened out, “you told her!?” she pointed at jackson, who was behind you
“i didn’t!” you chuckled
“he didn’t! and guys, i don’t leave until after this guy’s baby gets here.” you looked at him, “ i have to meet my godchild” he chuckled before lightly pushing your shoulder
after that, meredith told you you could put ellie down on ellis’ room, where the latter was already asleep. you quietly closed the door, walking out to the living room
“so, will you be visiting us from time to time or will you pretend we don’t exist?”
“amelia!” maggie softly slapped her arm
“it’s okay, maggie. i’ll be back as much as i can” you gave them a soft smile, “and you guys are more than welcome to visit me over there”
amelia nodded before hugging you, “thank you”
you were taken aback, “for what, exactly?”
“for being my friend” you blinked fast to wish the tears away and hugged her tighter
“shut up amelia or i’m gonna cry” you let out a teary chuckle and opened your arms to call maggie into the hug, “i’m gonna miss you guys, so much”
“oh, sweets. i’m gonna facetime you so much you’ll block me” amelia said with a teasing voice, making you smile at her
“yeah, i don’t think that’s possible, ames” you shrugged, stepping back from the hug, “you’re more than welcome to try”
you laughed a lot that night. arizona had gotten drunk and was saying funny thing after funny thing while bailey cooked and alex and jo were on salad duty. amelia and maggie were bickering while supposedly passing around food—they were eating everything by themselves—making meredith start bickering with the both of them. april and jackson were quietly sitting on the couch, sharing a bowl of chips. callie and owen were quietly talking in a corner
you looked around, seeing everyone that had become part of your family and you sighed before drinking the last of your wine
jack was nervous, which was weird, he was never nervous. but you were finally working nights for the first time since you had started at ptmc and to make matters worse–or better, depends on who you ask–it was christmas eve. he first thought it was weird for you to choose a holiday for your first night shift considering you could be spending it with your daughter but then he overheard you tell dana a your older brother and your baby sister were visiting the entire month and you’d said you were already tired of spending the night with them there. also your daughter was at that age where she was able to sleep through the night so you preferred to spend daylight hours with her
he looked up from the tablet on his hand when he heard lena excitedly call your name. you gave her a full smile as she said how excited she was to be working with you before asking about elizabeth
“she’s great, excited to have her aunt and uncle” you said while getting your stuff out of your bag, “and, i don’t want to sound ungrateful, but i needed to skip some nights at home while they’re here. they’re a handful”
lena chuckled, eyes stuck to the computer screen in front of her, “i hear you, sister. i tend to do the same when my mother in law’s in town”
you chuckled, closing your bag and placing it in a corner of the desk, “what about you, abbot? why work christmas eve?”
jack looked up from the tablet in his hand with a slightly surprised expression, “i—uh, i don’t have anyone waiting for me at home” he shrugged and you pursed your lips to the side, nodding at his response
“well, let’s hope tonight’s not so hectic, then” you winked at lena before softly and quickly placing your hand down on jack’s shoulder
he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest
even though you’d hoped it wouldn’t, the night was hectic. but it was to be expected, it was christmas eve and a lot of accidents were prone to happen while you were there, especially the first half of your shift
things slowed down a bit by the time the clock hit two am so you were standing outside in the ambulance bay with at least three layers of clothes and a thick scarf lena insisted you put on when you said you were going outside for a little
it had been a long time since jack had felt his heart race like it was when he stepped out to the ambulance bay to take a breath and he saw you standing there, staring ahead as the snow fell all over and around you
“hey, stranger” you said, almost low enough he could’ve missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention to you, “aren’t you cold?” you pointed at his lack of jacket or anything that could heat him up
he shook his head, “it’s okay. i’ll go right back inside”
“nonsense” you shook your head, getting one of your hands out of your puffer’s pocket, “come here.” jack swore he forgot how to function for a second seeing you wiggling your fingers so he could take your hand. he snapped out of it and walked to stand next to you, taking your hand in his, “fuck, your hand’s freezing” you turned your face to look at him, cursing when you felt the temperature of your hands clashed. obviously, it didn’t help that your heart was beating so hard and fast against your chest it almost felt like it was going to burst out of it
he chuckled at your words, raising your intertwined hands to blow hot air on them, “better?”
“fuck no” you scrunched your very red nose as you shook your head, “but whatever, it’s okay”
he turned to look at you, seeing the soft expression in your eyes and he took the chance to wipe a snowflake off your nose before shifting his hand to your cheek. you smiled, lightly leaning into his touch and your eyes brightened at the touch as you whispered, “merry christmas, jack”
he hummed before saying back to you, “merry christmas, angel”
the first time you met jack abbot wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t great. you knew that, jack knew that, and everyone knew that, especially dana evans
the morning shift’s charge nurse had always prided herself for being a very intelligent woman, which was a very well known fact. she noticed everything. every single thing, even the smallest one, she never missed them
so, in true dana fashion, she noticed the sudden but quiet shift between you and jack
if she thought jack abbot was the most closed off, private person on this earth, it was because she hadn’t met you yet. and as much as she understood why you’d be–all things considered–it made it a thousand times better when adamson went to her for his suspicious about the newfound friendship between you and abbot
“evans, don’t do this.” adamson sighed and dana bit back a smile, “i just want to know if abbot has said anything–or if sloan has said anything”
dana didn’t even look up from the ipad on her hand, “believe me, if anyone’s more closed off than abbot is sloan” she shrugged, “for what is worth, i think they’re getting along just fine” she nodded towards the elevator, where you and jack were coming off of for your shift, talking about something neither of them could successfully make out. jack was dressed in his usual black tee and a dark blue jacket whereas you were wearing what seemed to be the comfiest and warmest pair of sweatpants you owned over your scrub pants with a dark purple long-sleeved shirt
“they look—“
“cozy” dana interrupted adamson, a knowing smile on her face “i told you, they’re getting along just fine”
“what are we gossiping about?” robby walked to stand right next to dana’s side nodding along when he saw the you throw your head slightly back from laughter “oh, i see.” he chuckled, “i bet they’ll end up dating for a while” robby murmured as he looked down at the tablet dana passed him
“no,” adamson said calmy, “i know they’ll end up together”
after mark’s death, you were left to deal with the aftermath. a year later, you start to reconsider why you’re still there
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cw: fem reader, no physical descriptions, surgeon reader, doctor talk (may not be completely accurate, sorry), mentions of death, mentions of shootings, alcohol consumption. not proofread
there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets
but then, there was a shooting at the hospital. derek almost died, everyone got handed a dose of ptsd, and you decided that the best you could do was take a six month sabbatical right after cristina and owen’s quick wedding, drinking mai-tais and aperols on the side of the beach to try to clear your mind. by the time you got back, you and mark decided to work it out and get back together
the news of callie’s pregnancy hit you like a truck and even though you both tried to stay away from each other, you managed to work it out and stayed together, got married, and were expecting a baby of your own, making your weird but big family even bigger than it previously was
you thought you’d finally get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
the image of mark sloan closing his eyes for the last time had been seared into your memory and the situation had almost been enough of a catalyst to send you into early labour. you were grateful to have your friends around you, or at least as much of them they could give you while they were dealing with their own version of the aftermath
twenty-eight days after he was taken off life support, elizabeth sloan came into the world to take off a small amount of the hurt her father’s passing had left in your heart. the first three months with ellie had kicked you in the ass and you took advantage of alex putting off hopkins for a while so he could help you out whenever you needed it. jackson had also been a big help. one night he got drunk after making some dinner for the both of you and he confessed that mark had been the first person he had told about your pregnancy and that he had promised he’d ask you to put jackson down on the godfather race–you ended up bawling your eyes out while he drunkenly rubbed your back and held you until you fell asleep
the funny thing was, you both weren’t even that close. mark and him had been, but the two of you hadn’t. you were good friends, great even, you just always gravitated more towards the others because you thought he disliked you
turns out he respected and was scared of you. you had laughed at him when he finally told you that after a some drinks at joe’s a couple weeks before callie and arizona’s wedding which marked the beginning of one of the greatest friendships you’d ever had
mark was the love of your life but jackson was the closest thing you had to a soulmate. and that was something you didn’t take lightly, he had been there for you through it all, your wedding, your pregnancy, mark’s death, and your daughter’s birth. he cried when you asked for him to be there with you and after, when you asked him to be ellie’s godfather. so, yeah, as far as soulmates go, jackson was yours and, even if he didn’t say it often, you knew you were his
so, when the option of being part owner of a hospital had come as a last resort for saving what had been an important part of your life, you didn’t hesitate to bring up the possibility to him. it was a long shot, one you didn’t achieve on your own, but then, webber had done his thing and suddenly, your last name, your husband’s last name, was on the building
almost a year had passed after what you called the worst months of your life. learning how to live in a world where you were without your husband was strange and learning how to do it with a newborn baby made it even worse. but you did it, or you were doing it—it was a work in progress
your day started as it usually did. waking up, quickly getting ready while your baby slept, drinking your mandatory cup of coffee, waking up your baby to have breakfast before going to the hospital. rinse and repeat. the only difference was the look on hunt’s face the moment you walked out of the elevator after dropping off ellie at daycare
“no” you said before hunt could speak, “whatever you’re going to ask me, my answer is no”
“come on, sloan” he sighed, “medical conference week in san francisco, all expenses paid”
“my answer’s still no, hunt” you kept walking to the nicu for a follow up consult, which took almost half of your morning run
the next hours built up to what you could confidently call one of the worst shifts of your life. your head was pounding since you had woken up, everyone seemed to have it out for you, you had to cancel a couple of surgeries for the sake of board meetings, your phone decided to die halfway a trauma rush and you were left stranded in an elevator half-way up to check on some x-rays because it suddenly got stuck and you couldn’t call anyone
so to say you were pissed off was an understatement
“sloan” you shut your eyes close and took a deep breath when you saw owen waiting for you outside the bathroom
“you’ve got to be kidding me” you groaned, “this has reached unprecedented levels of stalking”
“come on, sloan”
“hunt, you’re asking me for a week without my baby” you groaned again, “and a week without saving other people’s babies”
he huffed, “think of all the babies you could save if you go and see all the presentations,” the both of you stopped at the desk so you could pick up one of the tablets, “you’re the only one i can send”
you let out a breath and rubbed your eyes, “fine.” you agreed, “but,” you paused and looked straight at him, “i want the next three days off.”
“deal.” he said almost immediately which took you back a bit
“didn’t think you’d agree so fast.” you shrugged, “when do i have to leave?”
“saturday night.” you nodded, “meredith will take over your emergency general surgeries and i’ll talk to herman”
“okay.” you gave him a small smile and walked over to your patient’s room
you weren’t supposed to work friday night. herman had dismissed you before the four am rounds and you were supposed to be drinking some wine and eating the greasiest pizza you could find in all of seattle while you watched some trashy romance movie
sadly, life doesn’t always go as planned. so, when webber called you around ten to practically beg you to come in and help her with a case you had no choice but go in and take over his already-scheduled surgeries
you happily walked into the scrub room but the smile turned into a taken aback expression when you saw jackson and april quietly fighting, “i just don’t know why you’d say that, jackson. it feels like–like you don’t even care about m–”
you cleared your throat, making them pull back and look at you in surprise. “i’m sorry.” you twisted your lips to the side, “i’d say i’ll be right back but i have–i, uhm,” you pointed at the other side of the room, “i have a whipple”
april ran a hand down her face and let out a huff before leaving the scrub room
“sorry.” you called out, turning sideways towards the door, “what was that all about?”
“mind your own damn bussiness” jackson bit at you
“woah,” you turned back towards him, “hold your horses. where the fuck do you get off talking to me that way?”
he sighed, “sorry, bug” you shook your head, “it’s been weird between us ever since the boards and the hospital buyout” he pressed down on his eyes with the palm of his hands, “you’re right, sorry”
“yeah, whatever” you rolled your eyes at him, “move over, i have to scrub” you hit his butt when you walked past him to grab a scrub sponge
“hey!” he jumped from the hit’s impact, “not cool,” you laughed at his tone, “you have a really heavy hand.”
“you’re so damn weak” you shook your head, opening the water so you could start scrubbing, “you two confuse the fuck out of me”
“what does that even mean?” he chuckled, pinching your side
“you two have sex during boards, then kinda pretend it didn’t happen” you started, “the plane crash happened, and when you two finally were going to talk about it, mark died and she got fired” you looked at his face, “then, by some kind of miracle–or really some realization from hunt–she came back and instead of talking like two grown adults you just–fell back into it” you finished talking as you finished scrubbing, seeing the train of thoughts inside his head. “look, i have a couple more surgeries tonight, but el’s in daycare if you wanna play with her for a bit” you shrugged, stopping at the automatic door before you walked into the or, “don’t forget you’re supposed to drive me and take ellie to yours tomorrow night.” you smiled at him, “see you later, alligator”
the rest of the night went by on a blur, alongside the rest of the day. you finished doing the dishes when the doorbell rang, “coming!” you dried your hands with the kitchen towel and walked to the door, “hey, you! you came!”
jackson rolled his eyes and messed up your hair, walking inside. “of course, dumbass. i told you i would” he groaned when you smacked him in the head, “hey!”
“show me some respect, little man” you bit back the smile on your lips
“i’m literally taller than you” you smacked him again
“don’t try to be funny” you shook your head, “el’s in my room” you pointed towards it with your head, “go ahead, i’ll finish the never ending drying process.” you sighed and he chuckled, starting his walk towards your room
ten minutes after, you were walking in and out of your closet, finishing up packing for the week you were supposed to be in san francisco for a medical conference
“i just don’t understand why it’s me who’s supposed to go to san francisco” you sighed as you folded a pair of pants, “why couldn’t hunt send, i don’t know, bailey?”
“mer and you are the general fellows,” jackson said, softly bouncing ellie on his arms, “it’s obvious he’d send one of you. and considering she’s like a hundred months pregnant,” ellie cooed at his words, “he’s sending you”
you groaned, finally closing your bag. “i don’t want to leave ellie”
“i know. but little sloan will be fine” he brushed the small amount of hair out of ellie’s forehead before pressing a little kiss on it, “i have three days off and if i have to go to the hospital i’ll leave her in daycare with sofia and zola. i’m sure they’ll love to play with her”
you pursed your lips, “fine” you took your daughter out of jackson’s arms and held her close to your chest, “i love you, my little bug” you pressed your lips to her cheek and she cooed, “i know. uncle jackson is going to take such good care of you. i’ll miss you so much”
“let’s go, you’re gonna be late” you sighed at his words and walked towards the door
san francisco was a delight. the weather was better than seattle’s usual one, and even though you missed your daughter, you were having a good week
it felt good to just be doctor you again for a little while and you were thrilled to see some of your friends from med school thriving in their specialties
you were walking into the next room without paying attention when you ran into someone, “i’m so sorry” you apologized to the man in front of you
“don’t worry, dr—“
“sloan. grey sloan memorial” you held your hand out, “nice to meet you, dr—“
“robinavitch, but everybody calls me robby” he shook your hand, “pittsburgh trauma medical center”
you nodded, “great program. almost applied for my fellowship there”
“why didn’t you? if you don’t mind me asking” he asked as you both walked into a big room where everyone was talking and exchanging ideas
“seattle grace—i mean grey sloan is an exceptional program and i, uh, met my husband” the last part came out softer and robby could ser a different glint in your eyes
“is he also a doctor?” he asked and you immediately stiffened
“he was.” you cleared your throat, “dr mark sloan” you saw something shift in his face as soon as the name left your lips
“oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t know” he shook his head, hand coming up immediately to softly scratch the back of his neck. it wasn’t entirely a lie, he knew what had happened to the doctors from what was previously named seattle grace-mercy west that were supposed to go to boise but he didn’t know you were married to one of them. although he could’ve assumed the moment he heard your last name
you shook your head, “it’s okay, no big deal” you sighed, “so, what is a pittsburgh physician doing in san francisco?”
“i am presenting. immediate trauma response and its benefits in emergency medicine”
“oh, that’s amazing” you smiled at him, “when is it?”
he checked his watch, “in two hours”
you nodded, “i’ll see you there, then. it was a pleasure meeting you, dr robby” you said goodbye before walking away to the bathroom. it was the first time you had mentioned mark to someone other than the people of the hospital, your people, and it made you feel weird
friday came faster than you expected and you were grateful for that. it meant you were closer to finally being able to go home and spend your three days off at home eating crappy food and playing with your daughter
but, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel grateful for the week you’d had. it was the first time in over a year you weren’t a mother and a widow, you were just you, a gorgeous woman and an amazing physician with a double certification most people would only dream about
you went to all and every presentation you could go to. you asked questions, you took notes, you met amazing doctors, ate delicious food, and stayed in an amazing hotel room. you spent time on the indoor pool, signed in on a thousand different hotel experiences
you had a break
a break from part-running a hospital, from being exhausted for working all day and then spending sleepless nights with your daughter, and even though you were exhausted, you were grateful. grateful because you had that last piece of the love mark and you had had for each other to remember him by
you woke up that morning with your head pounding and your heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. sitting up on the bed, you rubbed your forehead trying to will away the burning image of mark your dream had left
the clock on the nightstand read 7:05 am, so you laid back down on the bed, letting out a huff before getting up from the bed to start your day
your morning run had been almost good enough to erase the dream from your memory, but every time you closed your eyes you could see it over and over again; mark holding you and ellie close to him, the three of you back in seattle with all your family. you sighed, walking into the elevator so you could take a shower and have a proper breakfast
“hold it, please.” you pressed the elevator button when you heard a man’s voice. you gave robby a small smile when you saw him get in with you, “oh, hey. thanks”
“no problem” you hummed as the elevator started going up, “how’s your week going?”
he looked at you, “it’s been great. how about yours?”
“it’s been great, too.” you nodded, “really long, tho”
he sighed, “yeah. way too long”
the elevator doors opened on your floor. you turned to him, “it was great seeing you again” he nodded as you said softly before walking out
you turned around when heard him call you, seeing him holding the elevator open, “would you want to join me and some other doctors tonight for dinner?”
you tilted your head before saying. “sure. i’ll meet you downstairs” you smiled at him before fully turning around to finally walk into your room
it was almost 9pm and you were sitting down on the hotel lobby waiting for robby to meet you before dinner. you checked your phone to see if jackson had texted you anything after the hour long call you’d had with him less than twenty minutes ago. seeing no texts from him, you blocked it and walked to the restaurant bar so you could order something to drink
twenty minutes, and some drinks, later, you felt a man’s hand on your shoulder. when you turned around, you saw robby standing there, “hey, you”
“you’re here” you said from behind your glass, “you have to try this, it’s really good”
“are you drunk?” he asked mockingly
“no” you shook your head, “i’m just tired,” you hummed, “and hungry”
he pulled out the chair next to you. “what’s on your mind?”
you huffed, “i think i need a change of pace.” you smiled at him, “grey sloan is—great, don’t get me wrong, but it’s full of painful memories”
“isn’t every place built of some painful memories?”
“touché” you tipped your glass towards him, “still, it’s way too hard to be there all the time. on the other hand, it’s not like i’m gonna find a new job before my fellowship is at least halfway through”
he sighed, “come on. i’ll introduce you to some other doctors” you took his stretched-out hand, “you look nice”
you looked down to your clothes, and huffed playfully, “in these?” you chuckled, sending a wink at him, “thank you. you clean up nice, too”
he chuckled, “thank you.” the two of you walked up to a table with three other doctors
“glad you could join us, robinavitch” an older man teased him, “i see you brought company. dr adamson” he offered his hand
“dr sloan.” you shook it, “really nice to meet you”
a spark of recognition flashed on his face. “likewise.” you gave you a short nod, “please, sit down.” robby pulled out the chair for you before sitting down next to you, “so, what brings you here all the way from seattle?”
“i was the lucky fellow chosen this time” you said with a small smile, making the other doctors let out a soft chuckle
“so,” dr scott started, sitting to your left, “how’s leading grey sloan like?”
“it’s an incredibly difficult task” you took a sip of water, “but it’s also a fulfilling one.”
“a hospital run by its doctors” she added and you nodded, “sounds good”
“sounds great,” adamson added, “also sounds like a great responsibility"
you sighed, “you wouldn’t even know the beginning of it”
getting back to work ten hours after your flight landed wasn’t in your plans. actually, it fully ruined everything you had planned for your very deserved time off after sitting down an entire week listening to dozens of different doctors talking about different specialties. however, seattle’s weather had ruined it
and meredith falling down the stairs didn’t help either
“you need to rest, mer” you rolled your eyes at her huff, cleaning the gel from her belly. “i’m being serious, meredith. i know you wanna help, but you cannot put yourself and the baby in danger” you took off the gloves from your hands, “connie is on call if you need anything,”
derek turned to look at you, “what about you?”
“i’m on call for general surgery tonight since this one is out on maternity leave starting now” you reminded them, brushing the hair out of your face
“what?” mer exclaimed, “no-no, i can–”
“you should rest, mer. i’m serious” you saw her purse her lips, “i’ll be down in the pitt. go home, mer”
you barely heard derek say something about picking up zola from daycare as you walked out of the exam room. you made your way down to the er just as the rain started pouring down harder than before
“have you seen alex?” you asked callie
“nope” she said without looking up from her tablet, “have you seen arizona?”
“nope” you said back at her, chuckling at her expression
“has everyone suddenly gone missing or what?” she groaned at the sound of her pager going off, “oh fuck”
“everything okay?” you asked
“yeah, just. expected post-op complication” she shrugged, “page me if you see arizona”
“‘kay” you said as she walked away to see her patient
you let out a deep breath, already tired, and groaned when you checked your watch and realized it had only been three hours since you had gotten into the hospital
to make matters worse the lights went off, and it seemed like that was the first step for everything to go to hell
after mark’s death, you were left to deal with the aftermath. a year later, you start to reconsider why you’re still there
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cw: fem reader, no physical descriptions, surgeon reader, doctor talk (may not be completely accurate, sorry), mentions of death, mentions of shootings, alcohol consumption. not proofread
there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets
but then, there was a shooting at the hospital. derek almost died, everyone got handed a dose of ptsd, and you decided that the best you could do was take a six month sabbatical right after cristina and owen’s quick wedding, drinking mai-tais and aperols on the side of the beach to try to clear your mind. by the time you got back, you and mark decided to work it out and get back together
the news of callie’s pregnancy hit you like a truck and even though you both tried to stay away from each other, you managed to work it out and stayed together, got married, and were expecting a baby of your own, making your weird but big family even bigger than it previously was
you thought you’d finally get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
the image of mark sloan closing his eyes for the last time had been seared into your memory and the situation had almost been enough of a catalyst to send you into early labour. you were grateful to have your friends around you, or at least as much of them they could give you while they were dealing with their own version of the aftermath
twenty-eight days after he was taken off life support, elizabeth sloan came into the world to take off a small amount of the hurt her father’s passing had left in your heart. the first three months with ellie had kicked you in the ass and you took advantage of alex putting off hopkins for a while so he could help you out whenever you needed it. jackson had also been a big help. one night he got drunk after making some dinner for the both of you and he confessed that mark had been the first person he had told about your pregnancy and that he had promised he’d ask you to put jackson down on the godfather race–you ended up bawling your eyes out while he drunkenly rubbed your back and held you until you fell asleep
the funny thing was, you both weren’t even that close. mark and him had been, but the two of you hadn’t. you were good friends, great even, you just always gravitated more towards the others because you thought he disliked you
turns out he respected and was scared of you. you had laughed at him when he finally told you that after a some drinks at joe’s a couple weeks before callie and arizona’s wedding which marked the beginning of one of the greatest friendships you’d ever had
mark was the love of your life but jackson was the closest thing you had to a soulmate. and that was something you didn’t take lightly, he had been there for you through it all, your wedding, your pregnancy, mark’s death, and your daughter’s birth. he cried when you asked for him to be there with you and after, when you asked him to be ellie’s godfather. so, yeah, as far as soulmates go, jackson was yours and, even if he didn’t say it often, you knew you were his
so, when the option of being part owner of a hospital had come as a last resort for saving what had been an important part of your life, you didn’t hesitate to bring up the possibility to him. it was a long shot, one you didn’t achieve on your own, but then, webber had done his thing and suddenly, your last name, your husband’s last name, was on the building
almost a year had passed after what you called the worst months of your life. learning how to live in a world where you were without your husband was strange and learning how to do it with a newborn baby made it even worse. but you did it, or you were doing it—it was a work in progress
your day started as it usually did. waking up, quickly getting ready while your baby slept, drinking your mandatory cup of coffee, waking up your baby to have breakfast before going to the hospital. rinse and repeat. the only difference was the look on hunt’s face the moment you walked out of the elevator after dropping off ellie at daycare
“no” you said before hunt could speak, “whatever you’re going to ask me, my answer is no”
“come on, sloan” he sighed, “medical conference week in san francisco, all expenses paid”
“my answer’s still no, hunt” you kept walking to the nicu for a follow up consult, which took almost half of your morning run
the next hours built up to what you could confidently call one of the worst shifts of your life. your head was pounding since you had woken up, everyone seemed to have it out for you, you had to cancel a couple of surgeries for the sake of board meetings, your phone decided to die halfway a trauma rush and you were left stranded in an elevator half-way up to check on some x-rays because it suddenly got stuck and you couldn’t call anyone
so to say you were pissed off was an understatement
“sloan” you shut your eyes close and took a deep breath when you saw owen waiting for you outside the bathroom
“you’ve got to be kidding me” you groaned, “this has reached unprecedented levels of stalking”
“come on, sloan”
“hunt, you’re asking me for a week without my baby” you groaned again, “and a week without saving other people’s babies”
he huffed, “think of all the babies you could save if you go and see all the presentations,” the both of you stopped at the desk so you could pick up one of the tablets, “you’re the only one i can send”
you let out a breath and rubbed your eyes, “fine.” you agreed, “but,” you paused and looked straight at him, “i want the next three days off.”
“deal.” he said almost immediately which took you back a bit
“didn’t think you’d agree so fast.” you shrugged, “when do i have to leave?”
“saturday night.” you nodded, “meredith will take over your emergency general surgeries and i’ll talk to herman”
“okay.” you gave him a small smile and walked over to your patient’s room
you weren’t supposed to work friday night. herman had dismissed you before the four am rounds and you were supposed to be drinking some wine and eating the greasiest pizza you could find in all of seattle while you watched some trashy romance movie
sadly, life doesn’t always go as planned. so, when webber called you around ten to practically beg you to come in and help her with a case you had no choice but go in and take over his already-scheduled surgeries
you happily walked into the scrub room but the smile turned into a taken aback expression when you saw jackson and april quietly fighting, “i just don’t know why you’d say that, jackson. it feels like–like you don’t even care about m–”
you cleared your throat, making them pull back and look at you in surprise. “i’m sorry.” you twisted your lips to the side, “i’d say i’ll be right back but i have–i, uhm,” you pointed at the other side of the room, “i have a whipple”
april ran a hand down her face and let out a huff before leaving the scrub room
“sorry.” you called out, turning sideways towards the door, “what was that all about?”
“mind your own damn bussiness” jackson bit at you
“woah,” you turned back towards him, “hold your horses. where the fuck do you get off talking to me that way?”
he sighed, “sorry, bug” you shook your head, “it’s been weird between us ever since the boards and the hospital buyout” he pressed down on his eyes with the palm of his hands, “you’re right, sorry”
“yeah, whatever” you rolled your eyes at him, “move over, i have to scrub” you hit his butt when you walked past him to grab a scrub sponge
“hey!” he jumped from the hit’s impact, “not cool,” you laughed at his tone, “you have a really heavy hand.”
“you’re so damn weak” you shook your head, opening the water so you could start scrubbing, “you two confuse the fuck out of me”
“what does that even mean?” he chuckled, pinching your side
“you two have sex during boards, then kinda pretend it didn’t happen” you started, “the plane crash happened, and when you two finally were going to talk about it, mark died and she got fired” you looked at his face, “then, by some kind of miracle–or really some realization from hunt–she came back and instead of talking like two grown adults you just–fell back into it” you finished talking as you finished scrubbing, seeing the train of thoughts inside his head. “look, i have a couple more surgeries tonight, but el’s in daycare if you wanna play with her for a bit” you shrugged, stopping at the automatic door before you walked into the or, “don’t forget you’re supposed to drive me and take ellie to yours tomorrow night.” you smiled at him, “see you later, alligator”
the rest of the night went by on a blur, alongside the rest of the day. you finished doing the dishes when the doorbell rang, “coming!” you dried your hands with the kitchen towel and walked to the door, “hey, you! you came!”
jackson rolled his eyes and messed up your hair, walking inside. “of course, dumbass. i told you i would” he groaned when you smacked him in the head, “hey!”
“show me some respect, little man” you bit back the smile on your lips
“i’m literally taller than you” you smacked him again
“don’t try to be funny” you shook your head, “el’s in my room” you pointed towards it with your head, “go ahead, i’ll finish the never ending drying process.” you sighed and he chuckled, starting his walk towards your room
ten minutes after, you were walking in and out of your closet, finishing up packing for the week you were supposed to be in san francisco for a medical conference
“i just don’t understand why it’s me who’s supposed to go to san francisco” you sighed as you folded a pair of pants, “why couldn’t hunt send, i don’t know, bailey?”
“mer and you are the general fellows,” jackson said, softly bouncing ellie on his arms, “it’s obvious he’d send one of you. and considering she’s like a hundred months pregnant,” ellie cooed at his words, “he’s sending you”
you groaned, finally closing your bag. “i don’t want to leave ellie”
“i know. but little sloan will be fine” he brushed the small amount of hair out of ellie’s forehead before pressing a little kiss on it, “i have three days off and if i have to go to the hospital i’ll leave her in daycare with sofia and zola. i’m sure they’ll love to play with her”
you pursed your lips, “fine” you took your daughter out of jackson’s arms and held her close to your chest, “i love you, my little bug” you pressed your lips to her cheek and she cooed, “i know. uncle jackson is going to take such good care of you. i’ll miss you so much”
“let’s go, you’re gonna be late” you sighed at his words and walked towards the door
san francisco was a delight. the weather was better than seattle’s usual one, and even though you missed your daughter, you were having a good week
it felt good to just be doctor you again for a little while and you were thrilled to see some of your friends from med school thriving in their specialties
you were walking into the next room without paying attention when you ran into someone, “i’m so sorry” you apologized to the man in front of you
“don’t worry, dr—“
“sloan. grey sloan memorial” you held your hand out, “nice to meet you, dr—“
“robinavitch, but everybody calls me robby” he shook your hand, “pittsburgh trauma medical center”
you nodded, “great program. almost applied for my fellowship there”
“why didn’t you? if you don’t mind me asking” he asked as you both walked into a big room where everyone was talking and exchanging ideas
“seattle grace—i mean grey sloan is an exceptional program and i, uh, met my husband” the last part came out softer and robby could ser a different glint in your eyes
“is he also a doctor?” he asked and you immediately stiffened
“he was.” you cleared your throat, “dr mark sloan” you saw something shift in his face as soon as the name left your lips
“oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t know” he shook his head, hand coming up immediately to softly scratch the back of his neck. it wasn’t entirely a lie, he knew what had happened to the doctors from what was previously named seattle grace-mercy west that were supposed to go to boise but he didn’t know you were married to one of them. although he could’ve assumed the moment he heard your last name
you shook your head, “it’s okay, no big deal” you sighed, “so, what is a pittsburgh physician doing in san francisco?”
“i am presenting. immediate trauma response and its benefits in emergency medicine”
“oh, that’s amazing” you smiled at him, “when is it?”
he checked his watch, “in two hours”
you nodded, “i’ll see you there, then. it was a pleasure meeting you, dr robby” you said goodbye before walking away to the bathroom. it was the first time you had mentioned mark to someone other than the people of the hospital, your people, and it made you feel weird
friday came faster than you expected and you were grateful for that. it meant you were closer to finally being able to go home and spend your three days off at home eating crappy food and playing with your daughter
but, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel grateful for the week you’d had. it was the first time in over a year you weren’t a mother and a widow, you were just you, a gorgeous woman and an amazing physician with a double certification most people would only dream about
you went to all and every presentation you could go to. you asked questions, you took notes, you met amazing doctors, ate delicious food, and stayed in an amazing hotel room. you spent time on the indoor pool, signed in on a thousand different hotel experiences
you had a break
a break from part-running a hospital, from being exhausted for working all day and then spending sleepless nights with your daughter, and even though you were exhausted, you were grateful. grateful because you had that last piece of the love mark and you had had for each other to remember him by
you woke up that morning with your head pounding and your heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. sitting up on the bed, you rubbed your forehead trying to will away the burning image of mark your dream had left
the clock on the nightstand read 7:05 am, so you laid back down on the bed, letting out a huff before getting up from the bed to start your day
your morning run had been almost good enough to erase the dream from your memory, but every time you closed your eyes you could see it over and over again; mark holding you and ellie close to him, the three of you back in seattle with all your family. you sighed, walking into the elevator so you could take a shower and have a proper breakfast
“hold it, please.” you pressed the elevator button when you heard a man’s voice. you gave robby a small smile when you saw him get in with you, “oh, hey. thanks”
“no problem” you hummed as the elevator started going up, “how’s your week going?”
he looked at you, “it’s been great. how about yours?”
“it’s been great, too.” you nodded, “really long, tho”
he sighed, “yeah. way too long”
the elevator doors opened on your floor. you turned to him, “it was great seeing you again” he nodded as you said softly before walking out
you turned around when heard him call you, seeing him holding the elevator open, “would you want to join me and some other doctors tonight for dinner?”
you tilted your head before saying. “sure. i’ll meet you downstairs” you smiled at him before fully turning around to finally walk into your room
it was almost 9pm and you were sitting down on the hotel lobby waiting for robby to meet you before dinner. you checked your phone to see if jackson had texted you anything after the hour long call you’d had with him less than twenty minutes ago. seeing no texts from him, you blocked it and walked to the restaurant bar so you could order something to drink
twenty minutes, and some drinks, later, you felt a man’s hand on your shoulder. when you turned around, you saw robby standing there, “hey, you”
“you’re here” you said from behind your glass, “you have to try this, it’s really good”
“are you drunk?” he asked mockingly
“no” you shook your head, “i’m just tired,” you hummed, “and hungry”
he pulled out the chair next to you. “what’s on your mind?”
you huffed, “i think i need a change of pace.” you smiled at him, “grey sloan is—great, don’t get me wrong, but it’s full of painful memories”
“isn’t every place built of some painful memories?”
“touché” you tipped your glass towards him, “still, it’s way too hard to be there all the time. on the other hand, it’s not like i’m gonna find a new job before my fellowship is at least halfway through”
he sighed, “come on. i’ll introduce you to some other doctors” you took his stretched-out hand, “you look nice”
you looked down to your clothes, and huffed playfully, “in these?” you chuckled, sending a wink at him, “thank you. you clean up nice, too”
he chuckled, “thank you.” the two of you walked up to a table with three other doctors
“glad you could join us, robinavitch” an older man teased him, “i see you brought company. dr adamson” he offered his hand
“dr sloan.” you shook it, “really nice to meet you”
a spark of recognition flashed on his face. “likewise.” you gave you a short nod, “please, sit down.” robby pulled out the chair for you before sitting down next to you, “so, what brings you here all the way from seattle?”
“i was the lucky fellow chosen this time” you said with a small smile, making the other doctors let out a soft chuckle
“so,” dr scott started, sitting to your left, “how’s leading grey sloan like?”
“it’s an incredibly difficult task” you took a sip of water, “but it’s also a fulfilling one.”
“a hospital run by its doctors” she added and you nodded, “sounds good”
“sounds great,” adamson added, “also sounds like a great responsibility"
you sighed, “you wouldn’t even know the beginning of it”
getting back to work ten hours after your flight landed wasn’t in your plans. actually, it fully ruined everything you had planned for your very deserved time off after sitting down an entire week listening to dozens of different doctors talking about different specialties. however, seattle’s weather had ruined it
and meredith falling down the stairs didn’t help either
“you need to rest, mer” you rolled your eyes at her huff, cleaning the gel from her belly. “i’m being serious, meredith. i know you wanna help, but you cannot put yourself and the baby in danger” you took off the gloves from your hands, “connie is on call if you need anything,”
derek turned to look at you, “what about you?”
“i’m on call for general surgery tonight since this one is out on maternity leave starting now” you reminded them, brushing the hair out of your face
“what?” mer exclaimed, “no-no, i can–”
“you should rest, mer. i’m serious” you saw her purse her lips, “i’ll be down in the pitt. go home, mer”
you barely heard derek say something about picking up zola from daycare as you walked out of the exam room. you made your way down to the er just as the rain started pouring down harder than before
“have you seen alex?” you asked callie
“nope” she said without looking up from her tablet, “have you seen arizona?”
“nope” you said back at her, chuckling at her expression
“has everyone suddenly gone missing or what?” she groaned at the sound of her pager going off, “oh fuck”
“everything okay?” you asked
“yeah, just. expected post-op complication” she shrugged, “page me if you see arizona”
“‘kay” you said as she walked away to see her patient
you let out a deep breath, already tired, and groaned when you checked your watch and realized it had only been three hours since you had gotten into the hospital
to make matters worse the lights went off, and it seemed like that was the first step for everything to go to hell
after mark’s death, you were left to deal with the aftermath. a year later, you start to reconsider why you’re still there
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cw: fem reader, no physical descriptions, surgeon reader, doctor talk (may not be completely accurate, sorry), mentions of death, mentions of shootings, alcohol consumption. not proofread
there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets
but then, there was a shooting at the hospital. derek almost died, everyone got handed a dose of ptsd, and you decided that the best you could do was take a six month sabbatical right after cristina and owen’s quick wedding, drinking mai-tais and aperols on the side of the beach to try to clear your mind. by the time you got back, you and mark decided to work it out and get back together
the news of callie’s pregnancy hit you like a truck and even though you both tried to stay away from each other, you managed to work it out and stayed together, got married, and were expecting a baby of your own, making your weird but big family even bigger than it previously was
you thought you’d finally get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
the image of mark sloan closing his eyes for the last time had been seared into your memory and the situation had almost been enough of a catalyst to send you into early labour. you were grateful to have your friends around you, or at least as much of them they could give you while they were dealing with their own version of the aftermath
twenty-eight days after he was taken off life support, elizabeth sloan came into the world to take off a small amount of the hurt her father’s passing had left in your heart. the first three months with ellie had kicked you in the ass and you took advantage of alex putting off hopkins for a while so he could help you out whenever you needed it. jackson had also been a big help. one night he got drunk after making some dinner for the both of you and he confessed that mark had been the first person he had told about your pregnancy and that he had promised he’d ask you to put jackson down on the godfather race–you ended up bawling your eyes out while he drunkenly rubbed your back and held you until you fell asleep
the funny thing was, you both weren’t even that close. mark and him had been, but the two of you hadn’t. you were good friends, great even, you just always gravitated more towards the others because you thought he disliked you
turns out he respected and was scared of you. you had laughed at him when he finally told you that after a some drinks at joe’s a couple weeks before callie and arizona’s wedding which marked the beginning of one of the greatest friendships you’d ever had
mark was the love of your life but jackson was the closest thing you had to a soulmate. and that was something you didn’t take lightly, he had been there for you through it all, your wedding, your pregnancy, mark’s death, and your daughter’s birth. he cried when you asked for him to be there with you and after, when you asked him to be ellie’s godfather. so, yeah, as far as soulmates go, jackson was yours and, even if he didn’t say it often, you knew you were his
so, when the option of being part owner of a hospital had come as a last resort for saving what had been an important part of your life, you didn’t hesitate to bring up the possibility to him. it was a long shot, one you didn’t achieve on your own, but then, webber had done his thing and suddenly, your last name, your husband’s last name, was on the building
almost a year had passed after what you called the worst months of your life. learning how to live in a world where you were without your husband was strange and learning how to do it with a newborn baby made it even worse. but you did it, or you were doing it—it was a work in progress
your day started as it usually did. waking up, quickly getting ready while your baby slept, drinking your mandatory cup of coffee, waking up your baby to have breakfast before going to the hospital. rinse and repeat. the only difference was the look on hunt’s face the moment you walked out of the elevator after dropping off ellie at daycare
“no” you said before hunt could speak, “whatever you’re going to ask me, my answer is no”
“come on, sloan” he sighed, “medical conference week in san francisco, all expenses paid”
“my answer’s still no, hunt” you kept walking to the nicu for a follow up consult, which took almost half of your morning run
the next hours built up to what you could confidently call one of the worst shifts of your life. your head was pounding since you had woken up, everyone seemed to have it out for you, you had to cancel a couple of surgeries for the sake of board meetings, your phone decided to die halfway a trauma rush and you were left stranded in an elevator half-way up to check on some x-rays because it suddenly got stuck and you couldn’t call anyone
so to say you were pissed off was an understatement
“sloan” you shut your eyes close and took a deep breath when you saw owen waiting for you outside the bathroom
“you’ve got to be kidding me” you groaned, “this has reached unprecedented levels of stalking”
“come on, sloan”
“hunt, you’re asking me for a week without my baby” you groaned again, “and a week without saving other people’s babies”
he huffed, “think of all the babies you could save if you go and see all the presentations,” the both of you stopped at the desk so you could pick up one of the tablets, “you’re the only one i can send”
you let out a breath and rubbed your eyes, “fine.” you agreed, “but,” you paused and looked straight at him, “i want the next three days off.”
“deal.” he said almost immediately which took you back a bit
“didn’t think you’d agree so fast.” you shrugged, “when do i have to leave?”
“saturday night.” you nodded, “meredith will take over your emergency general surgeries and i’ll talk to herman”
“okay.” you gave him a small smile and walked over to your patient’s room
you weren’t supposed to work friday night. herman had dismissed you before the four am rounds and you were supposed to be drinking some wine and eating the greasiest pizza you could find in all of seattle while you watched some trashy romance movie
sadly, life doesn’t always go as planned. so, when webber called you around ten to practically beg you to come in and help her with a case you had no choice but go in and take over his already-scheduled surgeries
you happily walked into the scrub room but the smile turned into a taken aback expression when you saw jackson and april quietly fighting, “i just don’t know why you’d say that, jackson. it feels like–like you don’t even care about m–”
you cleared your throat, making them pull back and look at you in surprise. “i’m sorry.” you twisted your lips to the side, “i’d say i’ll be right back but i have–i, uhm,” you pointed at the other side of the room, “i have a whipple”
april ran a hand down her face and let out a huff before leaving the scrub room
“sorry.” you called out, turning sideways towards the door, “what was that all about?”
“mind your own damn bussiness” jackson bit at you
“woah,” you turned back towards him, “hold your horses. where the fuck do you get off talking to me that way?”
he sighed, “sorry, bug” you shook your head, “it’s been weird between us ever since the boards and the hospital buyout” he pressed down on his eyes with the palm of his hands, “you’re right, sorry”
“yeah, whatever” you rolled your eyes at him, “move over, i have to scrub” you hit his butt when you walked past him to grab a scrub sponge
“hey!” he jumped from the hit’s impact, “not cool,” you laughed at his tone, “you have a really heavy hand.”
“you’re so damn weak” you shook your head, opening the water so you could start scrubbing, “you two confuse the fuck out of me”
“what does that even mean?” he chuckled, pinching your side
“you two have sex during boards, then kinda pretend it didn’t happen” you started, “the plane crash happened, and when you two finally were going to talk about it, mark died and she got fired” you looked at his face, “then, by some kind of miracle–or really some realization from hunt–she came back and instead of talking like two grown adults you just–fell back into it” you finished talking as you finished scrubbing, seeing the train of thoughts inside his head. “look, i have a couple more surgeries tonight, but el’s in daycare if you wanna play with her for a bit” you shrugged, stopping at the automatic door before you walked into the or, “don’t forget you’re supposed to drive me and take ellie to yours tomorrow night.” you smiled at him, “see you later, alligator”
the rest of the night went by on a blur, alongside the rest of the day. you finished doing the dishes when the doorbell rang, “coming!” you dried your hands with the kitchen towel and walked to the door, “hey, you! you came!”
jackson rolled his eyes and messed up your hair, walking inside. “of course, dumbass. i told you i would” he groaned when you smacked him in the head, “hey!”
“show me some respect, little man” you bit back the smile on your lips
“i’m literally taller than you” you smacked him again
“don’t try to be funny” you shook your head, “el’s in my room” you pointed towards it with your head, “go ahead, i’ll finish the never ending drying process.” you sighed and he chuckled, starting his walk towards your room
ten minutes after, you were walking in and out of your closet, finishing up packing for the week you were supposed to be in san francisco for a medical conference
“i just don’t understand why it’s me who’s supposed to go to san francisco” you sighed as you folded a pair of pants, “why couldn’t hunt send, i don’t know, bailey?”
“mer and you are the general fellows,” jackson said, softly bouncing ellie on his arms, “it’s obvious he’d send one of you. and considering she’s like a hundred months pregnant,” ellie cooed at his words, “he’s sending you”
you groaned, finally closing your bag. “i don’t want to leave ellie”
“i know. but little sloan will be fine” he brushed the small amount of hair out of ellie’s forehead before pressing a little kiss on it, “i have three days off and if i have to go to the hospital i’ll leave her in daycare with sofia and zola. i’m sure they’ll love to play with her”
you pursed your lips, “fine” you took your daughter out of jackson’s arms and held her close to your chest, “i love you, my little bug” you pressed your lips to her cheek and she cooed, “i know. uncle jackson is going to take such good care of you. i’ll miss you so much”
“let’s go, you’re gonna be late” you sighed at his words and walked towards the door
san francisco was a delight. the weather was better than seattle’s usual one, and even though you missed your daughter, you were having a good week
it felt good to just be doctor you again for a little while and you were thrilled to see some of your friends from med school thriving in their specialties
you were walking into the next room without paying attention when you ran into someone, “i’m so sorry” you apologized to the man in front of you
“don’t worry, dr—“
“sloan. grey sloan memorial” you held your hand out, “nice to meet you, dr—“
“robinavitch, but everybody calls me robby” he shook your hand, “pittsburgh trauma medical center”
you nodded, “great program. almost applied for my fellowship there”
“why didn’t you? if you don’t mind me asking” he asked as you both walked into a big room where everyone was talking and exchanging ideas
“seattle grace—i mean grey sloan is an exceptional program and i, uh, met my husband” the last part came out softer and robby could ser a different glint in your eyes
“is he also a doctor?” he asked and you immediately stiffened
“he was.” you cleared your throat, “dr mark sloan” you saw something shift in his face as soon as the name left your lips
“oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t know” he shook his head, hand coming up immediately to softly scratch the back of his neck. it wasn’t entirely a lie, he knew what had happened to the doctors from what was previously named seattle grace-mercy west that were supposed to go to boise but he didn’t know you were married to one of them. although he could’ve assumed the moment he heard your last name
you shook your head, “it’s okay, no big deal” you sighed, “so, what is a pittsburgh physician doing in san francisco?”
“i am presenting. immediate trauma response and its benefits in emergency medicine”
“oh, that’s amazing” you smiled at him, “when is it?”
he checked his watch, “in two hours”
you nodded, “i’ll see you there, then. it was a pleasure meeting you, dr robby” you said goodbye before walking away to the bathroom. it was the first time you had mentioned mark to someone other than the people of the hospital, your people, and it made you feel weird
friday came faster than you expected and you were grateful for that. it meant you were closer to finally being able to go home and spend your three days off at home eating crappy food and playing with your daughter
but, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel grateful for the week you’d had. it was the first time in over a year you weren’t a mother and a widow, you were just you, a gorgeous woman and an amazing physician with a double certification most people would only dream about
you went to all and every presentation you could go to. you asked questions, you took notes, you met amazing doctors, ate delicious food, and stayed in an amazing hotel room. you spent time on the indoor pool, signed in on a thousand different hotel experiences
you had a break
a break from part-running a hospital, from being exhausted for working all day and then spending sleepless nights with your daughter, and even though you were exhausted, you were grateful. grateful because you had that last piece of the love mark and you had had for each other to remember him by
you woke up that morning with your head pounding and your heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. sitting up on the bed, you rubbed your forehead trying to will away the burning image of mark your dream had left
the clock on the nightstand read 7:05 am, so you laid back down on the bed, letting out a huff before getting up from the bed to start your day
your morning run had been almost good enough to erase the dream from your memory, but every time you closed your eyes you could see it over and over again; mark holding you and ellie close to him, the three of you back in seattle with all your family. you sighed, walking into the elevator so you could take a shower and have a proper breakfast
“hold it, please.” you pressed the elevator button when you heard a man’s voice. you gave robby a small smile when you saw him get in with you, “oh, hey. thanks”
“no problem” you hummed as the elevator started going up, “how’s your week going?”
he looked at you, “it’s been great. how about yours?”
“it’s been great, too.” you nodded, “really long, tho”
he sighed, “yeah. way too long”
the elevator doors opened on your floor. you turned to him, “it was great seeing you again” he nodded as you said softly before walking out
you turned around when heard him call you, seeing him holding the elevator open, “would you want to join me and some other doctors tonight for dinner?”
you tilted your head before saying. “sure. i’ll meet you downstairs” you smiled at him before fully turning around to finally walk into your room
it was almost 9pm and you were sitting down on the hotel lobby waiting for robby to meet you before dinner. you checked your phone to see if jackson had texted you anything after the hour long call you’d had with him less than twenty minutes ago. seeing no texts from him, you blocked it and walked to the restaurant bar so you could order something to drink
twenty minutes, and some drinks, later, you felt a man’s hand on your shoulder. when you turned around, you saw robby standing there, “hey, you”
“you’re here” you said from behind your glass, “you have to try this, it’s really good”
“are you drunk?” he asked mockingly
“no” you shook your head, “i’m just tired,” you hummed, “and hungry”
he pulled out the chair next to you. “what’s on your mind?”
you huffed, “i think i need a change of pace.” you smiled at him, “grey sloan is—great, don’t get me wrong, but it’s full of painful memories”
“isn’t every place built of some painful memories?”
“touché” you tipped your glass towards him, “still, it’s way too hard to be there all the time. on the other hand, it’s not like i’m gonna find a new job before my fellowship is at least halfway through”
he sighed, “come on. i’ll introduce you to some other doctors” you took his stretched-out hand, “you look nice”
you looked down to your clothes, and huffed playfully, “in these?” you chuckled, sending a wink at him, “thank you. you clean up nice, too”
he chuckled, “thank you.” the two of you walked up to a table with three other doctors
“glad you could join us, robinavitch” an older man teased him, “i see you brought company. dr adamson” he offered his hand
“dr sloan.” you shook it, “really nice to meet you”
a spark of recognition flashed on his face. “likewise.” you gave you a short nod, “please, sit down.” robby pulled out the chair for you before sitting down next to you, “so, what brings you here all the way from seattle?”
“i was the lucky fellow chosen this time” you said with a small smile, making the other doctors let out a soft chuckle
“so,” dr scott started, sitting to your left, “how’s leading grey sloan like?”
“it’s an incredibly difficult task” you took a sip of water, “but it’s also a fulfilling one.”
“a hospital run by its doctors” she added and you nodded, “sounds good”
“sounds great,” adamson added, “also sounds like a great responsibility"
you sighed, “you wouldn’t even know the beginning of it”
getting back to work ten hours after your flight landed wasn’t in your plans. actually, it fully ruined everything you had planned for your very deserved time off after sitting down an entire week listening to dozens of different doctors talking about different specialties. however, seattle’s weather had ruined it
and meredith falling down the stairs didn’t help either
“you need to rest, mer” you rolled your eyes at her huff, cleaning the gel from her belly. “i’m being serious, meredith. i know you wanna help, but you cannot put yourself and the baby in danger” you took off the gloves from your hands, “connie is on call if you need anything,”
derek turned to look at you, “what about you?”
“i’m on call for general surgery tonight since this one is out on maternity leave starting now” you reminded them, brushing the hair out of your face
“what?” mer exclaimed, “no-no, i can–”
“you should rest, mer. i’m serious” you saw her purse her lips, “i’ll be down in the pitt. go home, mer”
you barely heard derek say something about picking up zola from daycare as you walked out of the exam room. you made your way down to the er just as the rain started pouring down harder than before
“have you seen alex?” you asked callie
“nope” she said without looking up from her tablet, “have you seen arizona?”
“nope” you said back at her, chuckling at her expression
“has everyone suddenly gone missing or what?” she groaned at the sound of her pager going off, “oh fuck”
“everything okay?” you asked
“yeah, just. expected post-op complication” she shrugged, “page me if you see arizona”
“‘kay” you said as she walked away to see her patient
you let out a deep breath, already tired, and groaned when you checked your watch and realized it had only been three hours since you had gotten into the hospital
to make matters worse the lights went off, and it seemed like that was the first step for everything to go to hell
there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets. you thought you’d get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs. he thought he’d get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
thanks to that dark twist of fate, your paths intersected. and even if neither of you thought you would have the opportunity to find love ever again, life always found a funny way to surprise you
tags/descriptions: former grey sloan doctor, mentions of death, mentions of the plane crash, reader has a daughter, mentions of jack’s leg, doctor talk that may not be accurate, vague to none physical descriptions, reader has various bug related nicknames, jackson and reader are besties, mentions of sex, possible smut, marriage, second chance at love kinda story
hey guys! i know i’ve been mia but these have been terrible days for my mental health due to a lot of things happening in my country but i’ve had this idea in my head for like a month because i was rewatching grey’s and it materialized into this
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there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets. you thought you’d get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs. he thought he’d get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
thanks to that dark twist of fate, your paths intersected. and even if neither of you thought you would have the opportunity to find love ever again, life always found a funny way to surprise you
tags/descriptions: former grey sloan doctor, mentions of death, mentions of the plane crash, reader has a daughter, mentions of jack’s leg, doctor talk that may not be accurate, vague to none physical descriptions, reader has various bug related nicknames, jackson and reader are besties, mentions of sex, possible smut, marriage, second chance at love kinda story
hey guys! i know i’ve been mia but these have been terrible days for my mental health due to a lot of things happening in my country but i’ve had this idea in my head for like a month because i was rewatching grey’s and it materialized into this
there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets. you thought you’d get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs. he thought he’d get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
thanks to that dark twist of fate, your paths intersected. and even if neither of you thought you would have the opportunity to find love ever again, life always found a funny way to surprise you
tags/descriptions: former grey sloan doctor, mentions of death, mentions of the plane crash, reader has a daughter, mentions of jack’s leg, doctor talk that may not be accurate, vague to none physical descriptions, reader has various bug related nicknames, jackson and reader are besties, mentions of sex, possible smut, marriage, second chance at love kinda story
hey guys! i know i’ve been mia but these have been terrible days for my mental health due to a lot of things happening in my country but i’ve had this idea in my head for like a month because i was rewatching grey’s and it materialized into this
there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets. you thought you’d get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs. he thought he’d get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
thanks to that dark twist of fate, your paths intersected. and even if neither of you thought you would have the opportunity to find love ever again, life always found a funny way to surprise you
tags/descriptions: former grey sloan doctor, mentions of death, mentions of the plane crash, reader has a daughter, mentions of jack’s leg, doctor talk that may not be accurate, vague to none physical descriptions, reader has various bug related nicknames, jackson and reader are besties, mentions of sex, possible smut, marriage, second chance at love kinda story
hey guys! i know i’ve been mia but these have been terrible days for my mental health due to a lot of things happening in my country but i’ve had this idea in my head for like a month because i was rewatching grey’s and it materialized into this
there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets. you thought you’d get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs. he thought he’d get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
thanks to that dark twist of fate, your paths intersected. and even if neither of you thought you would have the opportunity to find love ever again, life always found a funny way to surprise you
tags/descriptions: former grey sloan doctor, mentions of death, mentions of the plane crash, reader has a daughter, mentions of jack’s leg, doctor talk that may not be accurate, vague to none physical descriptions, reader has various bug related nicknames, jackson and reader are besties, mentions of sex, possible smut, marriage, second chance at love kinda story
hey guys! i know i’ve been mia but these have been terrible days for my mental health due to a lot of things happening in my country but i’ve had this idea in my head for like a month because i was rewatching grey’s and it materialized into this
there was a time in your life where you thought you would have one of those happy endings with mark; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of pets. you thought you’d get to have that happy ending
until that damn plane crash happened and your husband died a month before your daughter came into this world
there was a time in his life where jack abbot thought he would have one of those happy endings with his wife; a happy and long-lasting marriage, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a big backyard for your kids to run around and play, maybe even a couple of dogs. he thought he’d get to have that happy ending
until his wife died and left him alone back in that dark hole he had fought tooth and nail to get out of in the first place
thanks to that dark twist of fate, your paths intersected. and even if neither of you thought you would have the opportunity to find love ever again, life always found a funny way to surprise you
tags/descriptions: former grey sloan doctor, mentions of death, mentions of the plane crash, reader has a daughter, mentions of jack’s leg, doctor talk that may not be accurate, vague to none physical descriptions, reader has various bug related nicknames, jackson and reader are besties, mentions of sex, possible smut, marriage, second chance at love kinda story
hey guys! i know i’ve been mia but these have been terrible days for my mental health due to a lot of things happening in my country but i’ve had this idea in my head for like a month because i was rewatching grey’s and it materialized into this
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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