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

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‘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”

‘when have i not, dummy? i’ll see you tomorrow’

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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”

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“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

you were going to miss them so much

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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

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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”

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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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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

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‘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”

‘when have i not, dummy? i’ll see you tomorrow’

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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”

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“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

you were going to miss them so much

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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

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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”

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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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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

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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

it was going to be a long week

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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

it was going to be a long week

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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

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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”

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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

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

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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

it was going to be a long week

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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

it was going to be a long week

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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

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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”

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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

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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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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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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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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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“and before you guys leave, remember that next saturday is the last game of the annual hospital soccer cup” a chorus of groans filled the room as gloria finished up her speech 

“do we have to go?” santos asked from the back of the room

“yes. it is a mandatory activity for every present member” she clarified, “your new uniforms are being brought tomorrow morning. i am going to be sending them with someone as soon as they arrive. dr robby and dr abbot will be in charge of organizing the teams, so any game related question has to be addressed directly to them” jack smiled, crossing his arms “any other question?” gloria asked and when no one said anything else, she finished the meeting, telling everyone to go back to their jobs

dennis, victoria, and trinity were the firsts to leave the room. santos was groaning, saying how annoying it would be having to play soccer on her afternoon off, dennis just nodded while victoria murmured that it might be a good thing to unwind and have a bit of fun. you also heard her say–mostly to herself–something about recording a video about the game

parker and mel left after them, the latter anxious for having to play a sport for the first time without having any practise at all while the former tried to reassure her, telling her that nobody–with the exception of you and shen–was taking this seriously. shen followed right after them, reminding ellis how ptmc had won last year’s cup thanks to him and you. samira, cassie, and you were the next to leave the room. samira was quiet for a second, opening and closing her mouth a couple of times before finally speaking up, “i don’t want to play” you laughed, mouth half full with a protein bar “don’t laugh at me,” she chuckled “i’m being serious, i have two left feet”

“don’t worry, mira” you licked your lips “if you want me to cover for you, just say the word”

she chuckled again, “no, don’t do that. if you do that i won’t be able to go and laugh my ass off mocking you and shen”

your mouth opened in disbelief, “i don’t wanna sound like shen, but i’ll have you know that ptmc has won that cup for the last three years thanks to us”

“you sound exactly like him” mckay chimed in, finally looking up from her phone “i bet you twenty bucks that abbot puts me in as goalie this year”

“i’ll take you up on that,” you said just as ahmad looked up with an excited grin “is this a new bet i’m hearing?”

“yes, it is” cassie chuckled “next saturday's the last game. i say; i’m the goalie. trouble here,” she pointed at you, “scores twice, and the game ends at 4-2”

“who wins?” he asked

“obviously us” cassie said with a mock-offended tone

“i’m want in.” you licked your lips “put me there for fifty,” ahmad smiled and you heard mateo from behind you saying damn, “cass is the goalie, i score twice, mel scores once, and the game ends 6-2 on our favor”

“overconfident much?” mateo asks with a playful tone

“honey, i’m an er doctor. overconfidence is my middle name”

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the rest of the week went flying by, a couple of weird cases back and forth kept you busy the majority of the days. not that it was an uncommon thing, the day shift, even with the fact that it was the ed, was a bit predictable. it had a bit of a structure. meanwhile, the night shift was the opposite, it could be pure chaos or the most boring twelve hours of your life. tonight was more the latter than the former. it was almost five am and you had spent the last half hour playing with tiktok filters on shen’s phone, and although it had been fun for a while, it was starting to annoy you. so, you decided to do what any reasonable person would do, “you want a donut or not?” you asked ellis, who was sitting down in front of a computer trying to win a solitaire game

“yes, please” she nodded without turning to you, “make sure you grab the raspberry jam one. and also bring me a coffee”

“yeah, fine. does anybody else want anything?” you asked around and after five minutes, you already had everyone’s orders typed down on your notes app. shen made sure to grab your car keys from your locked while you walked around asking what everybody wanted, so you left quickly, making your way to dunkin donuts before jack could notice your absence

the drive to and back had been quick. you parked in the reserved spots in the ambulance bay and went inside the ed carrying the coffees while shen carried the donut boxes, “we come bearing gifts” you announced your entrance, making your way to lena first and passing her the hot coffee and the box of glazed donuts you had bought specifically for her. she thanked you, winking at you before sitting back on her chair to take a sip of her beverage

you passed around the boxes of donuts when you heard your name being called, followed by his question “want to explain why two of my doctors made a dunkin run at five-fifteen?” you froze, turning around slowly to face jack with a caught expression on your face, “sorry?” you offered with a tight smile “the best i can do is offer you a donut” he chuckled and grabbed one from the open box sitting atop the nurses’ station

ellis had gone to check on one of her patients and when she came back, she walked to the hub. you heard her voice before seeing her, “you’re back!” 

“brought you your coffee and your donuts” you pointed with your head at the box with the coffee on top

she took a bite of one of the donuts and hummed satisfied, “i could kiss you right now” she muttered, mouth half full and sugar around the corners, making you chuckle

“don’t threaten me with with a good time, parker” you winked at her

“stop flirting with my girlfriend, ellis” jack bit back from his place next to you

“stay mad, unc” she mocked, then said “don’t let him hold you back from your one true love” and blew you a kiss. you laughed as jack groaned in annoyance. you leaned forwards to high-five her and laughed harder when you heard jack mumble a ‘for fuck sakes’ under his breath

you turned your face to him with a small smile and said, “don’t worry, ellis. i won’t let my boyfriend keep me from finding my wife” then turned to her, giving her a wink before bursting into laughter when jack rolled his eyes and walked out to the ambulance bay

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saturday afternoon rolled around with ease and with it, santos’ groans and complaints in the bathroom as you finished mel’s braid crown. the game was being held at the hospital’s physical therapy gym, which had been turned into a makeshift pitch for the day’s game. “trin, i think you should relax. we’re gonna have fun” you said, pinning the braids to mel’s head with bobby pins, “besides this is the perfect chance to see mateo and shen lose their minds” that made her roll her eyes, though you didn’t miss the small chuckle that escaped her

“i know i won’t enjoy taking orders from robby. we do enough of that on the clock and now we gotta do that too” samira rolled her eyes and you understood where she was coming from. lately, robby had it out for her, which was really annoying and unfair because she was one of the best doctors you had ever met. you had tried to convince her to switch to nights but she had kindly let you down, saying that it would be a difficult change in her everyday routine, although you suspected she was really close to saying yes. samira, trinity, and mel had come straight from a mid-day shift, so they had to change out of their scrubs and into the hospital-issued uniform–which was a sport shorts and a basic dark blue shirt with your last names and the numbers you had chosen three weeks prior

you were finishing your own braid crown when javadi walked in, phone in hand, recording you for her vlog. samira, santos, and mel exited the stalls at the same time, saying a quick hello to victoria, who was recording you through the mirror. you finished the braids, now washing your hands before putting on some sunscreen on your face. victoria recorded a bit more; samira making a joke, you putting sunscreen on mel’s face, and trinity tying her shoes while sitting on the floor. mckay walked in a few seconds later to tell you that robby and abbot wanted to go over the game strategy one last time before you had to start playing, so you walked out after her

“okay, guys” abbot started, arms crossed against his chest “mckay will be the goalie,” you murmured a soft yes under your breath “mateo you’ll be in defense, the terror twins both as wingers,” he pointed at shen and you, and you two high-fived “and mohan, you’ll be pivot” 

she groaned, “can i be on the bench?” she asked “santos should be pivot instead”

“you want in?” robby asked trinity, who just shrugged as a way of saying yes, “perfect, then. the rest of you’ll be benched and we’ll do a rotation every five minutes or so. that’s it, go warm up” he clapped his hands

“okay, losers” you started “we have this in the bag. we’ll do great, and we’ll win, again. because if we don’t, i’ll kill every single one of you” you smiled “love you, guys”

“you sure do know how to make a good motivational speech” jack mocked

“that was not a motivational speech, that was a warning” you clarified “besides, that has worked for the past three years so it better work this year, too” you finished before walking to warm up next to the rest of the team

victoria came up to each one of you to record something for her vlog. you took the phone out of her hand to record her instead and mateo took it as the perfect opportunity to throw her over his shoulder to do squats with her as the weight 

after a couple of minutes, the game started. the first four minutes went without a hitch and you realized trinity was damn good at playing soccer and mckay was a damn good goalie. shen and you were on fire,–as you had always been ever since you played that first game together three years prior–passing the ball to santos. jack called you over once the five minutes had passed, saying something about letting mel play for a while so you could rest a couple of minutes. two minutes went by, and you were glad victoria was recording the game again because just then, mel scored the first goal of the match. all of you jumped, shouting excitedly at mel’s goal. “oh, man. i’m going to win so much money today” you laughed before hollering at mel

the next fifteen minutes went by smoothly. one goal soon scored by samira, who turned around to where the rest of you were sitting with a surprised but excited expression on her face; another scored by mateo, who took the opportunity to twirl victoria on his arms, and another scored by you thanks to an assist made by shen. the westbridge doctors had scored a couple of goals as well, but you weren’t too worried about that because you were way too confident ptmc was going to win

the whistle blew and you all walked to where the rest were sitting to drink some water before moving to the other side of the gym for the court change. “mckay, langdon, whitaker, mohan, and ellis are going in now” robby spoke up, “langdon and mohan will be wingers, whitaker play defense, and ellis, you’ll be pivot. any questions?”

“yes, uhm, what exactly am i supposed to do?” dennis asked and trinity laughed

“just–don’t let them get past you, okay? it’ll be fun” you said with a wink

it was absolutely hilarious seeing whitaker stand there with no clue what to do. you laughed and made some game commentary for victoria’s video, which was making the whole thing even funnier. you stood up and walked to him when you heard jack call your name, “ready to go back in?” he asked and you answered “i was born ready, baby.” he chuckled and leaned down a bit to press a kiss on your temple before pushing you in slightly as samira made her way off to sit down next to javadi. by the second time the ten minute mark rolled around, you were feeling light on your feet, coming close to scoring but failing when westbridge’s goalie frustrated your attempts. at least until now, ellis stole the ball from one of them, passing it to langdon. he moved fast to the other side of the court before passing it to ellis, who by this time was completely trapped by both a winger and the pivot. so she passed you the ball and you took it as the perfect opportunity to kick the ball as hard as you could, which made you score your first goal of the afternoon. ellis came running to you and hugged you tight before letting you go and subsequently high-five you

you were stressing out by the time there were less than five minutes left on the game, not because you guys were any close to losing the game but because you were one goal away from winning the entirety of the bet–that was obviously an exaggeration, you were about to win 250 of the 350 dollar betting pool. cassie and shen were probably splitting the rest–shen was now playing in, taking whitaker’s place. “come on, shen. ellis is open, send it ” you heard jack say and made your way down to the opposite side where ellis had received the ball. you made a signal for her to kick the ball to your direction and, at the same time you received the pass, heard robby tell you to shoot it so you did, scoring the goal. shen and ellis came running straight at you, hugging you as you let out a laugh “i won the fucking bet”

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“i cannot believe you literally predicted how the game was gonna end. i need you to predict the next three years of my life” victoria said with a tipsy tone and a sweet drink in her hand. you giggled, taking a swing of your beer. you had obviously won the match and, subsequently, the cup for the fourth time in a row. you were all in the bar on the street down the hospital still donning your soccer uniforms, as well as the medals you had gotten. the cup sat on the center of the table next to the couple of empty beer bottles and empty cocktail glasses. you were sitting halfway on top of jack, who had an arm around your waist to keep you from falling on top of santos, who was sitting next to you

“honestly, i cannot believe it, either” you smiled, “i got it down to a t. but i knew we were going to win, again”

shen called your name, asking if you wanted another beer. you drank the rest of the one in your hand, nodding as an answer before asking him to bring you two beers, one for you and one for jack. you spent the evening chatting with the rest of the crew–now joined by dana, donnie, jessee, princess, and perlah, who had gone to see the quick winning ceremony right after their shift ended–and the evening went by quietly (ellis would kill you for using the q word). later on, santos proposed taking shots, to which mateo, victoria, dennis, ellis, and shen agreed, so they made their way over to the bar dragging a very reluctant samira with them. mckay and jesse were having a nice conversation while waiting by the pool table for it to clear out. robby and dana were sitting on the other side of the bar, drinks in their hands, discussing something in a very light and animated manner. princess and perlah were throwing some darts after making a bet with a ‘couple hot guys’ (princess’s words, not yours). and langdon and mel were looking at the song repertoire for the next round of karaoke

“they look cute together, right?” you said, confusing jack “mel and frank” you cocked your head towards them

“isn’t langdon married?” he asked

“he’s already divorced” you clarified, “but, whatever– just answer me”

“i guess they do, sweetheart,” he shrugged, taking a swing of his beer “how are you feeling?”

“i am so tired,” you gave him a soft smile, “but i’m also really happy. i’m 250 bucks richer, now”

he chuckled “is that so?” 

“yeah, i can buy you dinner now,” you teased. “or not. i’ll keep that money for something else”

he chuckled again, “whatever you want, sweetheart” he brushed the hair out of your face “wanna go home?”

“not yet,” you shook your head “i wanna see shen and ellis doing karaoke,” you giggled before taking a sip of your beer, “and i also want to keep seeing vic and mateo dance around this weird thing they’ve got going on. i’m so glad samira took over the whole filming this for vic’s vlog” you bit a smile

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ja-baddie 

| finally finished editing the vlog!!!

| here’s the link sluts (affectionate)

| and attendings 

| https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS9Juc2Db/

‘hey guys’ victoria started the video in what you assumed was her room ‘today i’m taking you all with me and the ptmc crew to the last match of the hospitals soccer cup. we’ve been playing the cup for like four months because, for nobody’s surprise, ed shifts are unpredictable and it was hell to get everyone’s schedules aligned’ she let out a breath ‘but whatever, today’s the final and we have a lot of money on it so stay tuned to see who wins the match and the game.’ the camera cuts and the next shot is of robby and abbot, both standing ahead of vic and mateo, who had said hello to the vlog beforehand. victoria was zooming in into the shot of both attendings, who were having a quick discussion of the positions and plays for the match. next cut was victoria walking towards the bathroom, ‘i was tasked with finding out what the hell these women are doing and why are they taking so freakin’ long’ 

the video now showed you pinning your braids while mel, trinity, and samira were getting out of the stalls after changing out of their scrubs. ‘say hi, babes’ mel excitedly waved to the camera, samira just gave a small wave and a small smile, trinity nodded with her head, and you mumbled a small hello under your breath as you finished your hair. then, it was the five of you modeling your uniforms through the mirror with a sabrina carpenter song on the back. cassie also made the frame, telling you to hurry up because you still needed to discuss strategy

the next seconds were a sped-up clip of robby and abbot talking strategy with all of you with a funny sound on the back and you softly threatening them to win the game, everyone with concerned and mildly scared expressions. after that, it was filled with videos of each of you predicting the game’s outcome; ‘i think, and it better happen this way because i want to win the bet, that ptmc wins 6-2 in our favor.’ victoria chuckled, ‘what will you do with that cash?’ she asked ‘i’ll pick up everyone’s dunkin orders. i know shen’ll love me forever if i do that.’ you took the chance to get the phone out of victoria’s hands to record her instead, but her prediction was interrupted by mateo throwing her over his shoulder 

‘if i’m honest, i’m scared of the terror twins’ samira said your name, ‘she terrifies me, shen not so much. it’s like an eighty-twenty. but yeah, she’s terrifying when she gets into competitive mode’ the game commentary went on and on, especially when goals were made. all of you jumped up when mel scored the first goal of the match and your voice could be heard in the background of all the noise as you celebrated the possibility of winning the bet. the rest of the goals were also recorded, and from different angles, thanks to some of the nurses and other doctors that were there watching the game

victoria had also recorded you all drinking water, looking exhausted after playing the first twenty minutes. she also recorded robby saying who was going to play next, whitaker’s confused expression while asking what he was supposed to do, and your amused face when telling him to just ‘don’t let them get past.’ the game commentary kept coming, making the video even funnier. you were about to say something else when you were called by jack to go in for samira. victoria had captured the exact moment jack had kissed your temple before softly pushing you in. she also added the failed attempts to score any more goals, and your grumpy expression when shen said something to you when there were less than five minutes left. ‘come on shen. ellis is open, send it’ jack’s back was in the frame before she shifted it to focus on the shen-ellis-you pass before the final goal of the match. then, it was just a lot of shouts, celebratory ones, when shen and ellis were hugging you, big grins on all your faces. ‘we fucking won, oh my god. fourth time in a row’ you were close to crying ‘this was so fun. see you again next year’

next shot was of all of you in the bar. drinks being passed around with soft conversations over the music, all of you still with the uniforms but now with medals around your necks. ‘hey, guys’ you said your name for the camera ‘we just won! and most importantly, i won 250 bucks because apparently i am a physic’ you joked before passing the phone around. next were shen and ellis. she was holding a beer while he had a party hat and a long island on his hand, ‘we are freaking amazing. fourth year in a row, baby!’ shen excitedly said and ellis laughed. next were santos, whitaker, and samira; ‘little miss mohan here scored a goal after being all scared of playin’’ trinity said with a grin on her face, making samira roll her eyes (with a smile) and dennis chuckle, ‘it was really fun. hope we get to play next year too.’ next it was mel and langdon’s turn, she just smiled and nodded while he mentioned how exciting it had been to play for the first time and win. robby was next; he very quickly smiled and said he was ‘feeling like a proud and happy dad’ before passing the phone back to victoria, who now had mateo sitting next to her. they said something unintelligible at the same time and just chuckled, without making a second attempt at speaking

the melodies of ‘like a prayer’ started to play and the camera was now focusing on ellis and shen, who were very happily singing the song as best as they could. you were sitting sideways on jack’s lap, his arm around your waist to keep you from falling backwards. you turned to him, singing him the song while using the beer bottle as your microphone. jack only laughed, encouraging you to keep singing

it was a lot later, you could tell. you were all dispersed around the bar. the camera now recording from the bar, where dennis, mateo, victoria, trinity, and samira were standing waiting for their shots. instead of victoria, it was samira now the one recording, she panned the camera around the bar; showing mckay and jesse as they were having a nice conversation while waiting by the pool table for it to clear out. next she showed robby and dana sitting on the other side of the bar, drinks in their hands, discussing something in a very light and animated manner and, by the looks of it, you assumed robby was telling her everything that happened during the game. next were princess and perlah, who were throwing some darts with a couple of guys. then langdon and mel looking at the song repertoire for the next round of karaoke. at last she showed you and jack, still sitting as you had been before. she zoomed in and captured–as best as she could, considering the lighting (or better, the lack of)–jack looking up at you like you hung the stars in the sky even though your hair was messy after being let down from the braids, having a tired expression on your face and talking nonsense that the mic couldn’t catch from where she was standing

the camera cut to victoria, mateo, santos, dennis, and samira outside the bar waiting for their ubers, victoria tiredly saying ‘thanks for sticking with us today. love you, guys’ before ending the vlog

you didn’t miss the comments down the video,

| where exactly is this er and what do i have to do to get dr hotties to treat me

| damn those two docs at the end surely are the picture perfect of love

| i want to be their friend so bad

| that like a prayer karaoke shot was PERFECT i wanna sing karaoke w them

| i want that girl who basically threatened everyone into winning to talk to me like that

| the docs and the nurses over there sure are fine as hell

| those coaches can coach me whenever they want

| i want someone who looks at me like dr hottie looks at the other dr hottie

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