i knew one day was insecure smart girl with not great social skills x slightly too charming guy with problems all of that with communication issues

and i still told myself i’d forget mohabbot for for the duration of the show

(I literally started writing more about this concept, and then completely forgot about it in my drafts. Is it long? Yes. Am I on a writing streak because I am done with finals? Also yes! Did I write this at 2am? YES, please be easy on me)

(If you missed the first post, just know Samira and Jack find out they can only fall asleep unless they are cuddled up together, and they are tired!)

Jack really hopes he doesn’t make it obvious.

Here in the Pitt, gossip spreads fast. It’s like the second someone catches get a glimpse of something, they can stretch it out for months. And what Jack and Samira have, that’s something to talk about.

Samira knew just as he did to keep things low and subtle. She had asked after their third “night together”, if they were going to keep doing this to please not let it flow into their work.

“Yeah, sure thing.” He has said stretching from the most life changing sleep he has ever had, thinking how it easy it would be. He was such a fucking idiot. Cause it was anything but easy.

They both found out quickly that unless they were put on a shift together, or had time off, their little plan didn’t really work. Since their dumb brains needed them together in order to turn off.

So, it was about to be Jack’s third night shift in a row without her, and he was starting to loose it. Then the buzz came, her name and contact photo appearing on the screen like a message from an angel (which it was), she was going to be on that night shift and she 100% “needed a ride home”.

“Someone’s happy.” Dana snapped her gum, as she eyed him through her glasses. Shit, of course she noticed. Jack bit the inside of his cheek to keep his cool. Part of him wanted to just tell Dana, go on a full ten minute rant to explain the weird situation he found himself in. But you can’t really explain how you quite literally need to be in bed with a resident in order to sleep, and he can’t really explain the feelings it’s been stirring inside him either, so he just shrugs.

“Just happy to be at work.” He quipped hoping she would take the bait.

But Evans is a smart woman, and she just gives him a very suspicious “sure.” before officially signing off and ending her day.

As Jack waves at the charge nurse leaving, that’s where he got a glimpse of her. Walking in with her headphones, hair in a ponytail that had her curls falling, and deep tired eyes. Of course, she still looked good, definitely better than Jack did, she could do that in any condition. But it was clear she was tired; the brightness in large eyes, the one that could make any patients day better, had dimmed . And Jack hated that. If only he could make time go faster, just so she could sleep. Fuck it, he didn’t even care if she slept and he didn’t, he would still try to make the hours past by. But they had a shift to start, and they had to keep it low.

The shift goes normal, screams here, blood there. Jokes from Parker. Eye rolls from Walsh. Laughter from Mateo. Not an easy day, but far from the worst. Jack works, and it seems his body uses all its energy for the emergency room, because he feels fine. Samira is also working like nothing is wrong, in fact she’s doing it all with a smile. He knows it’s gonna hit the second they clock out, it always does.

He tries to make his exit as fast as he can. As the morning crew starts rolling in, Jack feels entire body beginning to change, desperate to leave. It’s doing that weird thing where autopilot leaves, and his eyelids begin to get heavy. His mind starts to think of Samira, if he’s feeling this way, she’s probably just as bad.

Shit, I gotta find her, and take her out of here.

He finds and talks with Robby, gets him up to date. Sprinkles a few jokes as to not bring awareness to the way he is practically searching for Samira.

“You got things from here?” Jack says, as the two of them walk through the halls, passing by the night nurses who are scrambling to finish their day.

“Should be.” Robby says, crossing his arms in his typical fashion. “You heading home?”

Jack clears his throat as he catches Samira chatting it up with Trinity by the lockers. Her eyes find him, and for a moment there is almost a brief conversation. He had already texted her where he parked. A couple blocks down, pretty far from where most people are heading, but not a stretch. Just enough that no one will notice, and no one will question.

Be there in one minute, he thinks, and for a second, it’s stupid. To think she can read his mind in this single look he’s giving her across the room.

But, Samira Mohan is an incredible woman, and she gives him the slightest nod and smile. Not even missing a beat with Trinity as she returns to their conversation, and Jack tries not grin as he turns back to Robby.

“Yeah, brother.” Jack gives his friend a small tap on the shoulder. “I’m done for the day.”

“Good.” Robby gives a small nod. “Cause I don’t mean to be a dick man, but you look exhausted.”

Jack bites back a laugh. “Trust me. I’m good.”

The truck is already unlocked,Jack had slipped Samira the keys in passing. He hops into the driver’s seat and lets out the loudest sigh. She’s already in the passenger seat, looking absolutely drained.

She’s is barely holding it together when she turns to him. “We don’t have to stop at my place today. I brought everything.” She kicks a backpack that’s by her feet.

“Perfect.” Jack says, putting the keys into the ignition and starting the car. As the hum of the engine begins, Samira sits up straight.

“Shit. Wait.” Samira’s fingers finds her forehead. “I never asked before, you must be so tired too. Are you okay to drive?”

“I’m wide awake until you’re safe.” Jack says without thinking. “I could stay up for three more days, if you needed me to.”

Jack begins to pull out, and yes he is now wide awake because of how stupid that last sentence sounded. He makes a small glance to Samira, who seems to be both taken aback and relieved.

“Oh—okay.” Samira gets out.

The rest of the car ride is silent, they listen to music that she has cued up, and it’s calm. Almost helping Jack forget what he had just said. He looks toward her as Samira stares out the window. He had realized early on how much she liked this part. Samira needed the silence. It was like every mile they passed was another step in shedding the burden that was keeping her awake. He realized he needed it too, the peace and quiet. Sometimes it led to him thinking about the shift, or other things that seemed to plague his mind, sometimes he didn’t think about anything at all.

He liked what the silence offered. It meant communicating in other ways. He always took the route where they passed by a local park, one with a nice garden Samira had commented on one time, said she liked the flowers. He would slow down, just so she could look at them longer. And she always cued up a song he liked when they were close to home, making sure it lined up perfectly to when he parked the car.

The walk to his apartment is as silent as the car ride. It’s like they are machines, moving as if they are back in the Pitt. They both enter, both put away their shoes and coats. They make their way to the bedroom, where Samira takes her backpack and immediately is moving toward the bathroom. As Jack hears the water of the shower go, he begins the routine, setting up the humidifier, making sure their alarms are set, and closing the blinds.

“I left some hot water for you.” Jack hears as he takes out his pajama pants from his closet.

“Thanks for thinking of me.” Jack turns. He is met with wet haired Samira, a towel being used to dry her hair, she’s wearing pajama shorts that are so small that they barely peak out from underneath her oversized t-shirt.

She looks at him, smiling softly, with tired eyes, and damp hair.

She has no idea how beautiful she is.

Jack blinks. “I’ll be quick.” He mutters past her. Trying not to stare, but at that point he’s too tired to care.

He is quick. So quick, that by the time he’s done, she’s still doing her skincare routine for the night. Samira did her part, turning off the lights, setting up the fan. He’s not wearing a shirt, when he leaves the bathroom, only in his pj pants. They realized by the second time they did this, how hot it gets when you are bear-hugging the person next to you. He’s glad she doesn’t seem to mind his lack of clothes.

“Come here.” Samira smiles as she makes her way toward him. She has some moisturizer cream on her hands, that she quickly puts on his face. This is a new part to their routine, and Jack is not dumb enough to interrupt it.

“You think I need this?” Jack closes his eyes, as she begins to do her work.

“Maybe a little.” He hears her laugh.

Just the sound of her voice makes him smile. “What? Do I look tired?”

When they are entering in bed, it’s silent again. At this point they know everything they need to know, all the tension that the other nights had completely gone. Jack lays down first, opening his arms so Samira can fit herself on his chest. She immediately falls into him, resting her head under his chin. He moves the blanket around them, so it captures the both of them.

“Night, Jack.” Samira says softly, her hand going to his upper body. She adjusts herself, head on him as she hooks one leg around his, and Jack feels entire body relax.

“Goodnight, Samira.” Jack’s arm wraps around her waist, pulling her close to his side as he hears her breathing get heavier.

An absolutely exhausted Samira, who can’t understand why she won’t sleep. It’s not effecting her work, but it shows when she steps out of the hospital. Almost like she is on autopilot when she hits the ER, and the second she leaves those doors, it finally hits that she hasn’t slept in 24 hours. It’s getting to the point where it’s concerning, Dana, Mckay and even Santos are realizing this problem is getting worse. And nothing she tries is working, reading, vitamins, even mediating. She is wide awake. Word gets around and Jack, (who has own issues with sleeping) decides he should help.

It’s incredibly weird at first, Jack in Samira’s bedroom, giving her the best tips he had learned over the years that have helped him in some way. He says that despite the various techniques he has learned, they one way or another fail and he has to try something new, this leads to obvious teasing from Samira. If he can’t sleep why in the world is he helping her? It gets to the point where it’s already late, Samira will try to sleep, but offers Jack her couch because of the time, he takes it and hopes he has managed to help her in some way.

He doesn’t help, Samira stares at her ceiling, thinks how she desperately wants to leave her bed. She thinks to get some water and tip toes her way to her kitchen ,where she finds Jack on her couch also not sleeping. It’s at the point the two decide maybe to just sit on the couch and talk, it’s calm at first, to just sit in the dark and just have a small, quiet, calm conversation.

All Jack can remember is the sound of Samira laughing lowly before he wakes up, on her couch. His head is heavy like it’s never been before. He rubs his eyes like actually rubs his eyes because of how deep he was sleeping. Only then does he notice Samira on his chest. Heavy breathing, curls in her face, and arm over him like she has done it a million times.

beach day !!!!

Day shift is the world of living and night shift is the underworld;

Jack is Hades (ofc) and Samira is Persephone - IN THE SENSE THAT!!! I am NOT talking about the "He kidnaps her and she goes there forced", neither a "Lore Olympus-esque" sort of vibe, in which she needs to be saved by the older, more powerful guy. No, Hades and Persephone in the way that:

Samira, day shift princess who sometimes does night shift (Persephone's journey to the underworld in the fall) and is highly appreciated in BOTH contexts, just in slightly different ways, bc of the different dynamics of both shifts. The goddess of spring and life, Samira's gentle, attentive way of tending to her patients and yet her frantic, almost manic way of working, shining in the carnage, just like a queen of the land of the dead.

Jack, absolute king of night shift, touched by death in so many ways, who awaits the days in which Samira will grace the night shift with her presence and they will be able to work side by side- king and queen rulling their domain toguether.

‘I’m going to miss you’

Specifically, thinking about Jack having to follow her everywhere, day and night, sleeping on a cot in her bedchambers. There's also her maid with them, so they are never actually alone - that would be inappropriate - but Jack is always always at her side.

He learns everything about her. What she likes, what she fears, what she hopes. How stubborn and smart and kind she is, constantly putting her duties thowards her kingdom before her wishes.

And despite trying his best to be avoidant, after years spent in so close proximity, Samira as well gets to know him. She knows him so well, they practically comunicate via facial expression. She can even tell when he's lying.

When Samira is wedded off, she sees his concern through the polite congratulation. The wedding night, as her maid is preparing her, Samira asks him to not follow her. Jack only needs to look at her in the eye to understand what she's not saying - how the idea of him been there the whole time makes her sick to her stomach.

Not more than fifteen minutes later she's back, and immediately asks her maid to run a bath for her. Her voice is ureadble. As usual, Jack respectfully turns his back to avoid looking at her naked. There's nothing he can do to avoid hearing her dignified weeping. He grips hard at the hilt of his sword, blood rushing - he wants that fucking bastard dead.

Months later, as they defeat a coup plotted by that very man, Jack finally has his opportunity, and he makes the most of it. Samira delivers the final blow, though. Nobody will try to dethrone her ever again.

That very night, Samira dismisses her maid.

"According to the Ancient Law, now I belong to you."

"The bastard died on your dagger. You belong to yourself, Samira."

He never called her by her given name. Always Princess, your majesty...

"Then I'm free to give myself to whoever I want."