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Samira may be speedrunning the whole trying-to-get-a-life thing that Cassie had suggested to her.
But she’s been feeling desperate, grasping, wanting to sink her hands into everything, try everything.
She’s been saying yes, and yes, and yes to everything that comes her way.
Samira’s always been a bit of an overachiever, after all.
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Beach fic.
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28 Mar 2026
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Jack Abbot was very clearly not the kind of guy that Samira Mohan was into.
Which was fine. There was a whole laundry list of reasons that women didn’t flock to Jack Abbot. He was too short: women expected alphas to be taller. He was approaching fifty. He had a job he was completely dedicated to that did not lend itself to a normal sleeping cycle— or a normal life, for that matter. He had one factory-model leg and one titanium and carbon fiber aftermarket fix for a right-side BKA he’d undergone in Germany. He was chock-full of C-PTSD and anxiety and depression and maladaptive coping mechanisms that ten years of therapy had finally put a slight dent in. He had a wife named Maggie who’d been dead for almost seven years. And he hadn’t had sex in those seven years, apart from the handful of emergency DRIs he’d been able to help with here at the Pitt.
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Abbot is the Pitt's emergency contact for designation-related incidents.
Mohan doesn't quite know how she feels about that.
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09 Mar 2026
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She wants him so badly her teeth ache. She’ll never say it out loud. It will eat her alive. One day, when she dies and a pathologist cracks her chest (nipples to navel is no man’s land), they’ll see a heart calcified with the weight of these fatal fantasies. It would make an excellent case study, she thinks, ruefully. They’ll write articles about her– 29-year-old female, South Asian, presented as healthy but upon further examination, was deeply ill. Poor, poor Samira Mohan, besotted with her handsome, brooding, married attending. She died how she lived– desperate, wanting, and alone.
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Or, Samira has a crush. But that's putting it lightly.
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07 Mar 2026
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“I’m,” Samira croaks, her throat chock-full of cotton balls. “Where are we?”
Robby blinks, his eyebrows creased towards the middle of his face with unmasked concern. He speaks slowly, as if he’s trying to soothe a spooked horse.
“On our… honeymoon?”
(Samira wakes up in her forty year-old self’s body, only to discover that she’s married to none other than her attending, Dr Michael Robinavitch.)
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04 Mar 2026
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Samira exhales through her nose. It might have been a laugh, but he doesn’t allow himself to hope. “Missed me that bad?”
Despite himself, he laughs. It breaks through the lump in his throat, coming out gruff and shaking. “That bad,” he confirms, without a hint of embarrassment.
God, he’s going to fall off this roof. And it wouldn’t even be on purpose.
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Samira Mohan sells her soul to the army for medical school. Nobody understands that so intimately as Jack Abbot. Out in no man’s land, they manage to form something that neither can really understand.After three years, it only takes one mass casualty incident to pull them back together.
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02 Mar 2026