Worlds Between Bindery

A masterlist of my favorite reads ♡ All available on ao3 (List is usually updated) Keep in mind that some of these fics can only be read with an ao3 account!

Tags have been added next to the titles (lots of egregious smut lol)

crush - starfleetjedi (M)

There are worse things than a crush, Samira tells herself. Ischemic heart disease. Aquagenic urticaria. Hemiplegic migraines. Still—crushes are up there.

Status: Ongoing

why does it feel like a vow? - k_89 (M)

Jack Abbot likes to be in control, but when Samira Mohan tells him about a steamy dream she had about him, he loses it.

They start hooking up, and inevitably, they start to feel something more for each other.

Colleagues start to notice, and now they need to decide what they are to each other, and how to take the next step.

Status: Ongoing

secret war - brosdrake (M)

Dr. Samira Mohan agrees to one night out.

Dr. Jack Abbot attends to make sure she gets home safely.

Neither of them is prepared for what happens when nothing goes wrong.

Status: Ongoing

magnet heart and sentimental boulder - AnyoftheKates (T)

That was the thing about Abbot. He seemed to have that kind of chemistry with everyone—always a joke ready to go, a flirty smile or a wink received with a laugh. He wasn't sleazy about it. It wasn't the kind of thing that warranted a note to HR. He was congenial to a fault, but much to Samira's dismay, he never seemed to direct that kind of flirting her direction.

It was for the best, probably. For all she knew, he had shrewdly intuited her less than professional feelings towards him and was trying not to make things harder on her. And it should have made it easier. The buzzing feeling that wracked her brain when he was around would certainly be exacerbated by suggestive comments, but something about the way her brain was wired had her wondering what was wrong with her that excepted her from his charm.

Status: Complete (there’s a sequel too!)

a little sugar in my bowl, a little sweetness down in my soul - arcticmonks (M)

As she’s working with the next few patients (broken leg, UTI, baby with a fever), no one else says anything, though she does get a kind little smile from Jesse that says that he heard what happened but he doesn’t care. Too bad he’s gay. He’s kind and can actually hold a conversation, and that salt and pepper hair is —

“Dr. Mohan,” Abbot calls from somewhere behind her as she’s finishing up her last chart before she hands off to the night shift. “Come see me before you clock out.”

(This fic is one of my personal favorites because who doesn’t love the fake relationship trope)

Status: Complete

i’m not the kind of girl you undo - zaynfreakingmalik (M)

Samira Mohan has never had the time to allow herself to want anything. She's never been a dater. Can count on one hand the 'relationships' she's been in. Has sex infrequently.

And then. Well.... Then there's Jack Abbot.

Status: Complete

All the Best Debts - simplyprologue (M)

Life has occasioned to kick Jack Abbot in the teeth more times than he can count. More times than he has fingers, more times than the five toes he lost or the five toes he still has. He keeps this in mind when Samira Mohan emails him asking permission to submit the article they co-authored two summers ago, Efficacy and Complications of Intracardiac Pigtail Catheterization in the Emergency Room Setting, to present at a conference in Philadelphia.

He has not seen her for almost two years. It took six months for him to get her new phone number, and another six months after that to convince her that he really meant it when he said that he wanted to keep in touch.

Status: Complete

blindspot - dazzlingsuns (M)

Samira Mohan is a devotional creature. She knows her animal, more than most people do. But knowing, alone, is so rarely enough.

The thing about being single-minded, is that it leaves room for several blindspots. And what is a blindspot, if not fertile ground for chaos to bloom?

Samira overhears a conversation not meant for her ears. A spiral ensues.

Status: Complete

Easy Does It - laurie_ipsum (M)

The nights are long. The days are longer. The patients keep coming. He’s got a thing for a resident. He tries not to be too weird about it.

Or

How many accidental first dates do they have to go on before he admits it’s ok to want her.

Status: Complete

(This work is part of a series)

as easy as that - theidesofmarch1 (M)

The old woman's hand suddenly clamps around Samira's wrist with surprising strength and then there's the metallic rattling of a cuff closing. "What—" she tries, tugged back by the sudden weight around her hand.

"Are you shitting me?" Abbot asks, looking from where his right hand is cuffed to Samira's left.

Or:

Myrna cuffs a very shirtless Jack Abbot to Samira, who cannot deal with all those freckles and muscles for a prolonged period of time.

Status: Complete

what you want - etherium (M)

[Jack] 6:14 AM

You know I respect you right?

[Samira] 6:14 AM

Yeah, why?

[Jack] 6:15 AM

Because when I get there it’s going to look like I don’t for a while.

or; Samira sends a photo, Jack reacts accordingly.

Status: Complete

waiting out the clock (derogatory) - FortySevens (T)

The first time Jack has a chance to talk to Samira, after she patched up his shoulder in East Six, is hours later, on the roof of the hospital.

No, not like that—thank fuck.

(This is part of a fix-it series that centers on Samira’s eventual departure from the PTMC. Super well-written!)

Status: Complete

something else - neonheartbeat (M)

Jack Abbot is seriously injured while responding to a mass shooting. Samira Mohan, who has left the Pitt, happens to be his ER doctor at Westbridge. A reunion and a conversation, both long overdue, follow.

Status: Complete

Shift Change - mayaslib (M)

They meet at shift change, a slow bleed of information where their worlds overlap. Over the years of Samira’s residency, they share many moments, big and small, until mutual understanding grows into dangerous intimacy that threatens Jack and Samira's personal and professional lives.

A slow burn fic that goes month to month tracking the highs and lows of Jack and Samira's relationship.

Status: Ongoing

in from the cold - FortySevens (M)

A loud buzzing sounds between her ears. It drowns out the ED, the commentary of the other nurses as Ahmad hits play on a video cued up from a local news’ YouTube channel that reads HOSTAGE SITUATION AT PITTSBURGH BANK in the lower chyron.

The video shows a shaky camera zoomed way far in as, yeah, that’s definitely Jack, walking toward the front doors of a Philly First National branch with his hands held up in surrender.

Or—

Jack’s TEMS shift goes awry, and all Samira can do is wait.

Status: Complete

Good Medicine, Bad Places - LionsAndTigers (M)

Dr. Jack Abbot, who prides himself on his decades-honed skills of observation and rapid assessment, does not immediately notice that Dr. Samira Mohan is gone.

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Or: After the Shift from Hell (July 4th) Dr. Samira Mohan leaves the ED, leaves PTMC, leaves Pittsburgh.

Status: Complete

sourire - narsone (M)

Emery Walsh had come highly recommended by one of her colleagues so Samira is a little surprised when, on the morning of her dinner party, she opens her door to, perhaps, the most handsome middle-aged man she’d ever seen in real life.

“Samira Mohan?” His voice is deep and gravelly. He’s holding two large shopping bags, filled with groceries, in each of his big hands. Maybe this is Emery’s assistant, here to drop off supplies ahead of her arrival?

“Yes?” Samira is suddenly, acutely, aware that all she has on is a tank top and her skimpiest sleep shorts. She can feel her nipples poking through the thin fabric.

“I’m Jack Abbot, Emery’s replacement. I would shake your hand but uh,” he says with a grin as he lifts up the groceries bags with ease, making his biceps bulge out gloriously against the sleeves of his t-shirt.

Status: Complete

semi-bad decisions - idesofmarch1 (T)

"I love bee—bee'n home," Jack mumbles into her sweater. "I 've so much to tell you.

Or:

Jack comes home drunk

Status: Complete

silver and red - neonheartbeat (M)

Abbot lifted his head to look down at her. “See, that’s the post-traumatic stress. Something happens that your brain decides is a life or death situation. You have a massive adrenaline kick while it’s all happening, and then when it’s bleeding out of you on the comedown, your brain throws out anything that’s not completely vital. The amount of car crash patients we have who don’t even remember coming to the ER when they submit requests for their medical records for insurance… the brain’s a weird thing, Mohan.”

“Yeah,” she said, shooting him a look out of the side of her eyes. “It can even make you convinced you have to hurt yourself in order to seek external validation when the most logical course of action is rest.”

He snorted softly, shaking his head and leaning it back. “God,” he muttered, his cheeks stained pink. “Robby was right. You should have gone into psych.”

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A night shift from hell ends in Mohan giving Abbot a ride back to his place, where tensions finally boil over.

Status: Complete

friday night at dog & pony - FortySevens (T)

“Oh, come on,” there’s that whine again. “I’m not like one of those creeps who won’t take no for an answer."

Well clearly, he missed a few branches on the way down from the top of the self-awareness tree.

“I just want a little honesty. I can take it, Doc, promise.”

“Oh no Mr. Edgerton,” Whitaker finally manages to say. “Dr. Mohan really does have a boyfriend.”

Huh.

Jack didn’t know Whitaker had it in him.

Status: Complete

a room with a view - channelrat (M)

Samira and Jack experience the horrors of human emotions together

or

Dr. Mohan and Dr. Abbot take a work trip to New York

Status: Ongoing

a case of mistaken identity - FortySevens (T)

“Samira,” Trinity steps forward, leans over Samira’s computer monitor. “You eloped with Doctor Abbot and no one knew you knew you had feelings for him-”

“Why do people keep saying that?”

-

Or: Samira had a plan to reveal to the ED that she and Jack eloped this week, but Brian Donnelley from HR had to go and screw it all up.

Status: Complete

finished praying for your downfall - darlingsdarling (T)

“Jack,” he’s gray now. He wasn’t gray when they met but now his auburn brown hair has faded to almost entirely silver. She imagines it would suit him if there wasn’t so much blood in it. “to what do I owe the displeasure?”

Maybe it’s a mean thing to say when he’s actively being loaded out of an ambulance, but Samira really cannot bring herself to care. He’s upright and breathing, so in the grand scheme of things, the situation can’t be that bad. And you’re allowed to be rude to your ex-husband—it’s one of the big perks of getting divorced before you graduate med school. It’s the participation prize of a failed marriage.

“Hey there, gorgeous.”

-----

Samira's ex rolls into PTMC and brings a lot of baggage with him.

Status: Complete

So scarlet, it was maroon - lilithsfair (M)

Samira Mohan is very good at taking care of other people. She is significantly worse at taking care of herself. She can't afford to.

As their relationship deepens, she watches as a medical crisis shatters their carefully maintained boundaries, revealing how much they’ve come to rely on each other when everything falls apart.

Status: Ongoing

candleburn - miss_hydrangea (M)

Victoria has been the most significant relationship of her adult life—and now she is moving into a new stage where Samira can’t quite follow. A stage Samira doesn’t know if she’s made out to step into. Marriage and family and true love and all that.

—

You know what they say about weddings bringing people together.

Status: Ongoing

automatic drip - theidesofmarch1 (M)

She can still feel the phantom pressure of his hands in her hair from five minutes ago when he had her pressed against the side of his car and there's something in the way Jack's thumb is steadily stroking her hand that makes her think that this might be it. She's not sure if Jack can read the breadth of her excitement off her face and wonders if he has any idea how wet she is. There's a dark look in his eyes when she looks back at him over her shoulder that makes her think he sees at least part of it.

Or:

Jack tends to unravel under Samira's hands.

Status: Complete

what spring does - a_bad_dream (M)

Samira and Jack, learning to blossom.

Status: Complete

oh, i love you and i can’t fake that for a moment - writingsandmishaps (M)

They’ve been calling each other the stupid nicknames since their time in the VA when an older Vet with a gnarly leg lac from a fishing hook thought Samira and he were together.

Jack was hunched over, suturing, and she wandered in to watch him. She criticized a stitch he made, pointing out he placed it a little too close, leaning in over his shoulder. She stayed there watching him fix it.

“I envy you two,” Mr Kennedy said as Samira was about to pull the curtain back to leave, a smug smile on her face after she had bumped Jack’s shoulder with her own for doing a good job. Mr. Kennedy was smiling at them, a little twinkle from the fluorescents in his eyes. “Young love is such a precious thing.”

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or, same age mohabbot au

Status: Complete

i am my father’s daughter (so maybe i can fix him) - birdshoes (M)

Samira looks at Robby and sees a father figure. Robby looks at her and sees himself. Jack Abbot sees them both so clearly.

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She can hear her college roommate’s voice in her head. “That sounds like a textbook case of daddy issues.” Which isn’t entirely wrong. Like many young women with unresolved father-shaped wounds, she has a tendency to imprint onto older men.

It would be less weird if Samira wanted to fuck Robby.

What she wants is so much worse.

And yet it feels just as inappropriate to imagine. He’s her boss. Her abandonment issues and aching loneliness should be checked at the door when she walks into work because she’s twenty-seven years old and this is a fucking emergency room.

And yet. It doesn’t stop her from wanting.

(Beautifully written fic about Samira and Robby being a reflection of one another; almost cried)

Status: Complete

if sisyphus loved - rum4life (M)

A mass shooting occurs at PittFest. Somehow, only Jack Abbot is aware that it keeps happening again, and again, and again.

Status: Complete

love you, love you, love you - dumnitas (M)

samira mohan has spent her whole life trying to make peace with the idea that she is not the kind of woman people look at twice. jack abbot, unfortunately for her long-held beliefs, looks at her like she is the only thing in the room that has ever made sense. and he will do anything to prove it to her.

title from "angel" by massive attack.

Status: Complete

I went a little insane but I’m insane over them so it’s ok