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"There is so much to recap, but I think I have everything I need to get you all caught up," Lucy said, dropping the totes at her feet and grabbing a single one with a mushroom pattern across the front. Inside was a binder, which Lucy grabbed and placed on the counter.
The title read PARENT TRAP: MOHABBOT EDITION.
"Lucy…" Amelia hissed, reading the title. "You can't be serious."
"I am. And I enlisted help," Lucy said with a huff.
So here is the rest of "Anthony and Kate were around during Francesca's funeral" fic.
Kate and Sophie after the garden, Kate and Anthony and then Anthony and Benedict, Kate and Sophie
Kate isn’t supposed to go to Benedict’s bachelor lodgings by herself. It is improper, but needs must.
Hatch, the valet opens the door, and he looks relieved to see her. “Lady Bridgerton. Thank you for coming.”
“Where is he?” Kate asks as she steps inside and starts walking down the hall toward the bedroom.
“The study, actually. He will not stop-”
“Whoever it is, go away!”
Kate rolls her eyes and storms in, finding Benedict at his easel. He looks like he has not slept in days, and the floor is covered in crumpled up pieces of paper and broken pieces of charcoal. “What-”
“I am busy,” he snaps without looking up.
“You are hiding in your art,” Kate accuses. “Which I am actually grateful for, because at least you’re not hiding in a bottle, or in someone else’s bed.”
Benedict looks at her, completely non-plussed. “Did you need something, sister?”
“I need you to listen to me,” she says gently. She holds up a hand before he can respond. “I know. You tire of listening to us.”
“Yes, I do,” he tells her with a smile that does not even come close to reaching his eyes.
“I want to help you, Benedict,” Kate tells him gently.
He huffs out a breath and goes back to his drawing. “Let me guess. You have a nice, suitable young lady you would like me to meet? Someone you think will help take my mind off of everything? Or…Anthony has some estate business he falsely needs help with that will do as a nice distraction?”
“Do you Bridgerton boys ever shut up?!” Kate cries. “I swear to god! When you are hurting, all you do is talk and talk and talk until everyone tires of you and leaves you alone!”
“It is usually a very good strategy,” Benedict responds.
Kate shakes her head. “I know that you are heartbroken and angry. I know that losing Sophie has…has torn you in a way you have never experienced before. You have given everything to your family. I have watched you, since I met all of you. And watching you be repaid with a denial of the one thing you have ever asked for has been agonizing.”
He says nothing, looking down, fiddling with a piece of charcoal.
“I spoke to Sophie.”
“Yes? Given her a good letter of introduction for her new position, have you?” he asks quietly.
“No. But I did get the name of her father and the identity of the woman who has been attempting to ruin her life all this time.”
Benedict freezes, staring at her.
Kate reaches her hands out. “Come sit with me, brother. We must talk.”
*****
Anthony stares at his wife and his brother as if they are mad.
“You are both mad,” he says.
“Maybe,” Benedict concedes. “But it just might be mad enough to work. I wrote to Daphne earlier today.”
Anthony takes a breath. “It is not as if we haven’t always excelled at madness.”
“We have, brother,” Benedict agrees.
“We need you to play along,” Kate requests. “And look into the late Lord Penwood’s will. I will send Hazel to the modiste with the funds for Sophie’s new wardrobe. She is to stay in her room until we are ready for her to go.”
“I’ve asked mother to talk to the rest of the family, “Benedict adds. “And she has asked Mrs. Wilson to inform the staff.”
Anthony nods slowly. “Either this will work, or we will all be hanged.”
Kate shrugs and pecks his lips. “Either way, we will be in this together.”
*****
Sister! -
I hope all is well in Clyvedon, and that you and Simon are healthy and happy. I saw the updated miniatures of Auggie and little Belinda and they are adorable indeed.
I wish I were writing for a more lighthearted reason, but I am afraid I must throw myself on your mercy.
I have fallen in love, and the situation has grown hopelessly complicated.
Daphne reads through the rest of Benedict's letter, slowly getting to her feet. An abused nobleman's daughter (illegitimate though she may be), a will no one has seen.
A plan.
“Husband!! We must away to town tonight!”
Simon peers into his wife's private sitting room. “What has your family done now?”
Daphne grins. “Benedict needs our help. And There is a game afoot.”
She hands him the letter, which he reads quickly and chuckles. “There certainly is. Let us ask the staff to pack us up. We must leave at once.”
*****
Violet catches him before they get into the carriage three nights later, grabbing Benedict by the arm.
He turns to her. “Mother-”
She merely wraps her arms around him tightly. “Safe travels, Dearest. I have had John pack you some extra blankets for the trip. It will be cold.”
Benedict freezes for a moment before hugging her tightly in return. “Thank you.”
When Violet pulls away, she hands him a small ring box. “In case the subject comes up.”
“Mother!”
*****
“This is madness,” Sophie says quietly as they ride through the night. She's wearing one of her new dresses. A lovely forest green with a matching overcoat. It’s cold out, and there are snow flurries coming down around their carriage.
Benedict shrugs at her. “Maybe. Possible. Definitely. But it could work.”
She purses her lips and crosses her arms, trying to keep a little warmer. “And if it does not?”
“Then…I suppose…the original plan stays in place,” he says quietly as he takes up a blanket and settles it over her lap gently. “You find a new position. And…and we do not see each other again.”
Sophie gazes at him softly. “And if it does work?”
“If it does work, will you marry me?” Benedict asks.
Before she can answer, the carriage stops.
Benedict looks outside, spotting another carriage stopped, facing in the opposite direction.
Daphne peers out, smiling playfully.
“Hello, brother,” she says. “Might we have a lift?”
*****
“I know she is here!” Araminta snaps as she is blocked from moving further into the house than the entry hall of Bridgerton house.
“As I have already said,” Anthony snaps back, addressing the constable. “Miss Baek left our employ days ago for parts unknown.”
“Allegedly the Americas,” Violet offers, looked stressed. “Poor thing. So skittish.”
“Because she is a thief!” Araminta cries. “And she is here!”
“Are you calling me a liar?” Anthony asks seriously.
“I am, Viscount Bridgerton, because you are one!” Araminta yells. She turns to the constable. “Search every room, I know she is here!”
“Abdolutely not,” Anthony snarls.
“You cannot just barge into our home without cause!” Kate cries, looking deeply offended. “Lady Penwood, this is an outrage!”
“What is an outrage is that you harbor a thief and an imposter!” Araminta cries.
“What on earth is going on?” Daphne asks as she steps into the house quickly, looking distressed.
“Dearest!” Violet cries, embracing her daughter. “Oh, thank you for coming. You will be such a comfort for Franchesca.”
“We were very lucky Benedict came to fetch us when our carriage broke down,” Simon comments as he gestures back to Benedict, who steps into the house.
With Sophie on his arm.
“Your grace!” The constable cries, bowing to Simon.
Araminta points wildly. “That is her! That is Sophie Baek!”
“Who?” Simon asks, confused. “Lady Penwood, who in God's name is that? Do you not recognize your late husband's relation? Miss Sophie Gun? She has been staying on with us in Clyvedon.”
Daphne beams. “She has been a great friend. And when we found out she and Benedict had met at mama's masquerade ball-”
“She is a maid! And a thief!” Araminta yells.
Simon sighs heavily. “Lady Penwood, we have traveled a long way. We are all weary. Must you shout?”
The constable gulps and looks to Sophie. “Miss. This woman accuses you of theft and of impersonating nobility.”
Sophie looks Araminta right in the eyes. “It is so strange to me that my cousin would be so upset to see me. It has been quite some time.”
Benedict takes her hand and turns to Violet. “Mother, this is Miss Sophie Gun. It turns out Daphne had her the whole time.”
“How lucky!” Violet beams, taking Sophie’s hands. “It is lovely to meet you, my dear. My son has talked of little else than the lady in silver he met at my masquerade earlier in the year.”
“I did not mean to cause such trouble,” Sophie says softly. “I was so sorry to hear of Lady Kilmartin’s loss.”
“She already knew!” Araminta yells. “Because she was a maid in this house during the funeral!”
Everyone stares at her, as if she were mad, before Simon turns to Anthony.
“Did you get a hold of that document I asked for?” Simon asks him.
Anthony nods. “I did, indeed. And you were correct. The late Earl of Penwood did leave Miss Gun a sizeable dowry, the same as the Dowager Lady Penwood’s daughters. Eighteen thousand.”
“Lucky indeed,” Simon grins, satisfied. “If Miss Gun chooses to marry your brother, he will not only benefit from a most agreeable wife, but a little extra funding to keep her happy.”
Sophie gazes at Benedict. She tells herself she’s playing along with the ruse. That this could all fall apart at any moment if the constable doesn’t believe them, but she wants this all to be real so badly. “Benedict does not need money to make me happy,” she says softly.
Araminta fumes again. “How did you get a hold of that will? What right have you to look at my late husband’s private documents?”
Anthony gives her a confused look. “Wills are not private documents, they are read and executed by solicitors. If Miss Gun is to marry my brother, then we needed to know of the dowry.”
The constable clears his throat before turning to Araminta. “Clearly, you have the wrong woman, ma’am. There does not seem to be any thieving maid here.”
“That is her! I am telling you!”
“I wonder, Lady Penwood,” Simon snaps, glowering at her. “If mayhaps your hysterics are the result of some deeper problem, some…illness of the mind that I should maybe bring to the queen’s attention?”
Araminta stares at him, her eyes wide, and a little scared.
“Perhaps you should go home and have a lie-down,” Kate suggests gently. She takes Araminta by the arm and leads her to the doorway. “As we have very important company since the Duke and Duchess are staying with us, and it seems like we have a wedding to plan, not to mention our dear sister’s recent and terrible loss, we will not be entertaining visitors again any time soon. Please do not call again.”
With that, Kate shoves the woman out the door, and slams it in her face.
The constable looks at everyone and nods. “I…I feel as though this has all been some strange confusion. I do apologize. Lord and Lady Bridgerton. Lady Bridgerton. Your Grace. Your Grace. Mr. Bridgerton. Miss Gun. Good…good…day?”
When he wanders out and the door closes softly behind him, Sophie’s knees start to give out.
“Oh!” Benedict cries, catching her before she can fall. “It is alright. We are alright.”
“She was trying to have me hanged,” Sophie says with clear panic in her voice. “What if she tries again?”
“She will not,” Simon promises. “I will make certain of that.”
“That was fun,” Daphne admits with a grin, before turning to Violet. “But I really do need to see Fran, now that I am here.”
“Of course, Daphne, dear,” Violet nods, leading her away. “We will freshen you up and then go straight to Kilmartin house.”
Sophie swallows nervously as she pulls away from Benedict, looking at Anthony and Simon. “All that talk of my father’s will…was that also a ruse?”
“No,” Anthony tells her gently, reaching out to take her hands comfortingly. “It was not. I was able to get my hands on it, and he really did leave you a dowry of equal portion to those of your step-sisters. He never meant for you to live the life that woman foisted on you.”
Sophie turns to Benedict, her eyes shining with tears. “He…my father…he did love me.”
Benedict lunges forward, pulling her into his arms. “Of course he did. How could anyone not?”
“She is quite good company, actually,” Simon says quietly to Anthony. “She and Daphne got on like a house on fire on the trip over. Did you really try to break them up?”
“I thought she was only a maid,” Anthony hisses. “I was trying to save him from a life of ostracization.”
“Or to save yourself having to live without your beloved brother?” Simon asks.
Anthony groans. “Leave me alone, I helped.”
“Yes, you did,” Kate assures him. She hugs his arm and kisses his cheek. “Good job.”
Chapters: ¾
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jack Abbot/Samira Mohan, Samira Mohan & Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Samira Mohan & Emery Walsh, Jack Abbot & Emery Walsh
Characters: Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Samira Mohan, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Emery Walsh
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Future Fic, Getting Together, Jack Abbot is down bad, Samira Mohan is just realizing she is also down bad, Love Confessions, with very inconvenient timing, Angst with a Happy Ending, canon typical crises, Samira did not see this coming, but is going to be totally rational about it, (or not), Hostage Situations, off-screen pregnancy (not Mohabbot), Jack’s going to haunt the narrative for a lot of this, you know just like he has for the first half of season 2, Domestic Fluff, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected Sex, don’t be like these two use protection
Summary:
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.
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Okay, so I know I said that this was going to be 3 chapters, but this chapter turned out to be 24k (and counting as I clean up), so I found this was a good place to split the chapters, and also I’m impatient and wanted you all to start reading while I finish cleaning. Note the rating change, etc. etc.
But worry not, Chapter 4 IS actually done, so it won’t be another 2 month wait lol. It’ll be out on this Mohabbot Monday.
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