RoguePoetess

Dana x Female Reader One Shot

This is what happens when I combine my two favorite things: "The Pitt" and "Project Hail Mary"

Dana x Female (Doctor) Reader

In terms of offering advice about Matteo, perhaps Dana can relate more than she initially expected

The ER bustled around you. You had been shown around by your new boss, Dr. Robinavitch, and were now standing at the nurse’s station.

“This is the most important person you’re going to meet today: Dana, your charge nurse.” You extend your hand over the counter and meet the smile of a beautiful older woman. She takes your hand, shaking it. 

“Charmed. Hopefully you’ll fit in well here. We need another strong doctor to help out in all this chaos.”

You could tell she was a woman used to being on the move. As she was talking, she was scanning her iPad and took a step backward…straight into Perla, who was holding a hot cup of coffee. The steaming liquid flew out of the cup and went straight down the back of Dana's scrub top. 

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” The iPad slipped from her hands.

“Dana, I’m so sorry, let me help…”

“I’m fine! I’ve got it!” She snapped heading towards the break room. The sound of something clattering off a cart caught your attention, and you noticed Dana rubbing her hip. Had she run into it?

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Dana sighed as she slipped into a clean scrub top from the scrub exchange. How had she backed right into Perla? And then into a crash cart while trying to escape the scene? She knew that ER like the back of her hand, breathed in the same rhythm as the hustle and bustle…and of course, it had to happen in front of the cute new doctor. What a first impression. 

She took her coffee soaked top towards the sink in the breakroom and pumped a little bit of soap onto it. Once the water was on, she leaned closer to scrub it. 

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were…”

At the sound of your voice, her head snapped up, catching on the edge of the cabinet. “Fuck.”

“Okay.” Your voice trailed off as you approached her, gently taking the wet scrub top and setting off to the side on the counter. You turned her, and reached towards her head. “May I?”

She closed her eyes, and exhaled in frustration. “Yeah. Go ‘head.”

You gently tilted her head down and examined the area where she hit her head. “No bumps or bruises. Any headache?”

Dana opened her eyes and couldn’t help but notice what a pretty shade yours were. Or how tenderly they were looking back at her. “No, no headaches.”

You stepped back, and smiled. “Well then, I think you’re going to be just fine.”

“Good. Hopefully that won’t be the only time you have to check me out.” Dana froze in her tracks as she was on her way out of the breakroom. She turned around and saw that your face looked as flushed as she felt. “I mean hopefully that WILL BE the only time you have to check me out. Why would you check me out otherwise?” 

She shook her head and rushed back out into the Pitt, where she felt much more in control. 

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You couldn’t help the little giggle as you watched your charge nurse head back out to her station. You knew that wouldn’t be the only time you’d be checking her out; she was utterly gorgeous, especially in those tight scrub pants. 

You poured yourself a cup of coffee and turned to look out over the chaos of the Pitt. She turned to look back at the break room, and you offered her a smile. Dana’s face flushed a delightful shade of pink again, and she quickly turned back to barking orders at the residents. You got the impression she wasn’t usually this easily flustered…or this clumsy. 

After setting the coffee mug on the counter, you were just about to head over to Dana to get your next assignment, and ask what her plans this weekend were, but a loud clamor from chairs caught your attention. Any further conversation with Dana would have to wait.

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Getting the two patients separated and settled after the fight had been a challenge. Thankfully Javadi and Matteo had jumped in to help care for another patient that had gotten caught in the crossfire. However, watching the two of them, she could tell something was amiss.

Dana couldn’t help how her eyebrow arched, curiosity getting the best of her as she watched Javadi fumble over her words. She knew the poor kid was nervous what with being in the same hospital as her mom and all, but this was something else entirely. Then it clicked for Dana as she saw the resident smile at Matteo. She led her out of the room, and shut the door behind them. The panic was evident in Javadi’s eyes.

“You okay?”

“I feel ridiculous. I spoke like two complete sentences in the last half hour and each of those made me sound more like an imbecile than the ones I couldn’t finish.”

“You attribute that to…”

Dana couldn’t help but smile as Javadi rattled off some panicked story about how her parents would take her skiing all the time but something about Utah made her dizzy and light-headed and feel completely inadequate and uncoordinated. 

She felt bad for cackling when the resident blurted out, “Matteo’s like a human Utah.”

Dana put her arm around Javadi’s shoulder and led her back out into the chaos of the Pitt. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of you hurrying towards a trauma bay. “I’ve worked with a few Utahs. And I wish you many, many Utahs in your life.”

Javadi looked up at her with pleading eyes. “Please tell me that the more Utahs there are, the less stupid we get?”

Dana x Female Reader One Shot

Dana walked into the dimly lit tavern and took a seat at the wooden bar. Her nose ached. Her head ached. Her feet throbbed. And her back…she was too old to be pulling close to a double. She waved at the bartender whose eyebrows shot up towards his hairline when he caught a good look at her.

“Don’t ask,” She said, shaking her head with a soft laugh and accepting the glass of cold beer he handed her. Dana came here often enough that she and the bartender were on friendly terms. 

All that came in reply was a brief, “I’d hate to see the other guy.”

She sat, nursing her beer, not wanting to go home, and definitely not wanting to go back to the hospital at 7am for her next shift. She had plenty of days saved up. God knows she could use the vacation. 

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You had been watching her since she came in. Not intentionally, of course, but you couldn’t help but be drawn to her. The way she walked so confidently even with what was obviously a fresh bruise on her nose and around her eye. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but her stillness wasn’t it.  

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“It’s gonna cost you more than that, sweetheart.” Her voice was raspy, low and sweet in an inviting way that drew you in and caused you to slide into the empty stool next to her.

“I have all night, and I’ll buy your next drink?” You bargained.

A smirk. That was progress.

“I suppose that’ll do. I’m Dana. You are?”

“Y/N. So. Where to start?”

The bartender brought over two more beers, and Dana started in. “Probably with my face. Don’t think I haven’t seen you staring at me since I walked in.”

You flushed. “That had nothing to do with the bruise. You just happen to be beautiful.”

Now it was her turn to blush. “Watch it, kid. I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“And I’m old enough to know I find you incredibly attractive. Now, what happened to your face?”

“I’m a nurse. An angry patient caught me on a smoke break. I took a fist to the face.” You could hear the shakiness in her voice as she forced herself to say that last sentence. You couldn’t help but feel rage swelling up at the fact that someone had dared to lay a hand on her. 

“Please tell me they went after the asshole that did that?”

Dana grew quiet. “They’re trying.”

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She couldn’t help the way she tilted her head to look at you. There was something tender and real about the rage that she saw there. Dana reached over and gently covered your hand with hers. 

“It’s okay. Really.”

“It’s definitely not,” came the quick reply. “You do so much for everyone in that hospital. This shouldn’t be the thanks you get.”

“You just met me. How do you know what I do or don’t do for the hospital?”

Dana couldn’t help the small, quick intake of breath when you turned your hand under hers to lace your fingers together. “I don’t think you’d be here, that deep in thought, if you didn’t care about that place with every fiber of your being.”

For a moment Dana was speechless. She wasn’t sure how to respond to such a genuine compliment from a borderline complete stranger. The silence hung, filled only by the soft music playing over the radio. She didn’t have to make a decision about going to work in the morning just yet. She didn’t have to know if she wanted to go back at all either. The only thing she needed to know right now is that you were sitting across from her, looking at her like she was something precious. 

“Dance with me?”

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You were momentarily stunned. You hadn’t expected her to ask you that. Then you caught her eye and saw the confidence slowly slipping into something resembling vulnerability. You raise her hand, still grasped gently in yours, to your lips and press a gentle kiss to her knuckles. 

“I’d be honored.” You led her out onto the dancefloor and pulled her close at the waist, being bold enough to slide your hand under her jean jacket and splay your fingers against the warmth of her skin through her cotton t-shirt. 

“You know,” Dana started, “I started coming here because only good things happen to me in this bar.”

“Oh?”

“I had my first kiss here.”

You grinned and twirled her gently before pulling her back into your arms. “Any chance I could convince you to have a first kiss with me?”

Dana Evans x Reader

hurt/comfort, female reader, angst, fluff

You had just sat down to finish some charting but were a little distracted. You hadn’t seen Dana in a while; the last you had seen, she was off towards the ambulance bay to take her smoke break. You figured she had just been pulled in to taking care of a patient or helping one of the other residents with something. 

“Hey, kid,” Robby’s voice was a bit gruff, and when you turned, you could see a flash of worry cross his features. 

“Everything okay?”

“Kinda? Not really. You remember that asshole from chairs? Doug Driscoll?”

“Yeah…” You weren’t really following.

“He umm…he found Dana when she was out in the ambulance bay for her break…He hit her.”

You were on your feet and starting to dart off when you realized you didn’t even know where Dana was. “Where is she? Is she okay? Why didn’t anyone tell me?!”

“She’s in trauma 4. We didn’t tell you because she didn’t want us to,” Robby called after you, but you were already gone. 

You couldn’t help the little gasp when you saw her. You could see a little bit of dried blood on the top of her scrubs, and there was an angry red mark across her nose and underneath her eye. To say that you felt the anger coursing through you was an understatement. 

“Oh, babe,” You said, taking her hand as she reached out to you. You sat on the edge of the hospital bed and she immediately curled into you, resting her head on your chest. “I’ll kill him if I ever get my hands on him.”

She chuckled softly, “Isn’t that against our oath…do no harm or something like that?”

“I don’t think it applies to people who raise a hand to my fiancé.” You leaned back and gently moved her so you were able to gently cradle her face in your hand, your thumb skimming gently over the bruised area. Her eyes met yours, soft and searching; you’ve never seen her look more exhausted. 

“I’m gettin’ too old for this shit, kid.”

It hurt you to hear her sound so defeated. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, Dana.”

She let her head droop forward onto your shoulder, and you rub gentle circles onto her back. “Why don’t you head home, take a nice hot shower, change into your favorite pajamas, and I’ll pick up take out for us from your favorite restaurant on my way home.”

She pauses. For a moment you know it sounds almost too tempting. She looked like she was about to nod when Perlah came running in. 

She’s out of breath. “There’s an active shooter at Pitt Fest. We need to prepare for a mass casualty incident.”

Dana simply nodded and swung her legs off the side of the bed. Before she stood up, she gave you one of her signature smirks. 

“Looks like my TLC will have to wait a bit longer.”

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You pulled the covers up over the two of you, sighing deeply as Dana rolled closer and buried her face in your neck. For a moment the room was still, and you focused on the gentle brush of her breath against your skin. 

“I saw you take your pictures down from your station.”

She was quiet and gripped your waist a little tighter. 

“And when Robby said he’d see us Monday you were suspiciously quiet.”

Dana sighed deeply and you turned to look in her eyes. 

“I was born in that hospital. I’ve lived in this city all my life, and I’ve spent my entire career just trying to help people. Gloria and all those high and mighty up in their admin chairs ain’t doing anything to help us do that. Did you hear what the other nurses said? We’ve all been assaulted. And who gives a shit?” She’s crying softly now, “Nothing’s changing. I don’t know if I can go back Monday.”

You hold her tighter and kiss her forehead. “Then don’t. Take care of yourself. Let me take care of you. Take a few months off, or retire early. I’ll take care of everything and make sure you get the tender love and care you and that big heart of yours need.”

Dana pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

Dana Evans x Female Reader, Jealous Dana, Implied Smut

You hadn’t thought much of it when you noticed Dana’s usual smirk tighten into a thin, irritated line. Noelle wasn’t necessarily someone she loved seeing down in the Pitt, so you just assumed the two had gotten into a brief disagreement about why they couldn’t take any more of the boarders upstairs.

You did, however, think more of it when Dana playfully swatted at your ass as she moved behind you in the break room. You immediately turned your head, worried someone had seen. You two weren’t in any hurry to make your relationship public knowledge around the Pitt, so to say you were shocked was an understatement. When you finally faced her, you saw her glasses perched on her nose and she was giving you one of those signature smirks.

“Did I miss something?” You ask tentatively.

“No. Not at all. Just admirin’”

She was called back out into the Pitt before you could ask anymore questions, and you shook your head, trying to clear the blush from your cheeks before tagging along after her.

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“Just the resident I was hoping to see,” Noelle said, strolling up to you with her iPad in hand.

“What can I help with?”

“Your patient in trauma bay 3…are they stable?”

“Enough. They’re waiting for something to open up in surgery.” You thought back to Robby yelling at the poor newbie, asking him to get a grown up in the room for one of his patients not that long ago.

“Excellent. Her insurance won’t be accepted here, but we can do a transfer ambulance to get her over to West Bridge where it will be fully covered.”

“I’d give it another hour just to be sure she’s stable,” you say starting to turn and head to check up on another patient. Your foot comes down on the leg of the stool and you go flying forward. A pair of hands on your waist steadies you. For a moment you’re expecting Dana. She’s the only one you’d ever want touching you there. And then you notice the blue blazer sleeve.

Noelle tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Careful there, Doc. I’d hate to take a look at your insurance if you needed treatment.”

Things were clicking into place. Dana had seen you two earlier. Noelle must think there’s more here than there is. You stepped back quickly, laughing awkwardly. “Actually that’d be workers comp. No insurance needed.”

She nods, smirking, and you retreat into the nearest trauma bay, already gloving up to help a patient.

Nearby, you hadn’t realized Dana had seen the whole interaction. Noelle just chuckled and bit her lip, continuing to tap something on her chart. Dana walks up next to her.

“So you’ve got your eyes on the R3?”

“She’s adorable don’t you think? She may seem a little awkward, but I can’t help imagining what’s under those scrubs.”

Dana’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. She took a deep breath and turned to Noelle. “I don’t think I needed to know that. Do you know what you’re doing?”

Anyone who knew Dana would have been able to tell it was said as a warning, not a way of expressing concern. Noelle, on the other hand, merely laughed before walking away. “I’m a big girl”.

Dana tapped her Apple Pencil on the side of her iPad case, her smirk gone from her face. “Okay big girl.”

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You were exhausted by the time your shift was over and all your charting was done. You were more than ready to go home. A quick glance at the charge nurse station and you saw Dana grabbing her things. You headed over and stood against the counter, leaning on it in a way you hoped was endearing.

“Dana. Savior of the ER. Charge nurse extraordinaire.”

She tried not to crack a smile. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere. I’ve been told I’m a little punchy today.”

You match her pace as she moves from behind the desk. “I was just going to ask what kind of takeout you wanted me to bring over later.”

She tilts her head pretending to think about it. “Maybe Italian? Something that’ll give you energy. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

You grin and she leans up and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

“Dana!” You laugh. “What happened to keeping things a secret?”

“I think it’s about time that people in this ER know you’re taken. And exactly who they’ll have to answer to if they do something stupid.” Her eyes dart over to where Noelle is now busily fiddling with her iPad, her cheeks a bright, shame-filled red.

“You saw.”

“I did.”

“It was nothing.”

“I know. But I still like the idea of people knowing who you’re going home with.”

She leans up and gives you another kiss, this one a little more sure and lingering. “And I will definitely be giving you a reminder of who you belong to when we get home.”