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New The Pitt crossover with doc 2025

Katie gets accepted to college in Pittsburgh. To stay close and continue to make up for lost time (both from her amnesia and from the deteration of their relationship following Danny's death and Katie exposing Michael's affair) Amy accepts a position at Ptmc. While still and internally medicine doctor, amy will spend some time in a fellowship in the pitt to finish her post accident qualifications before becoming a new head of internal medicine after ptmc old one retires at the end of the year. Amy wanted to work in an Ed to learn the bottle neck and aquire speed, knowing her pre accident self tested to much.

Amy clashes with robby, his lack of compassion for his fellow doctors reminding her to much of her pre accident self. She bonds with cassie ( as cassie past as an addict and starting med school late means she understands how hard it was for amy to start over), samira (as both struggle with speed not wanting to miss a diagnosis) and Victoria (both being prodgies). She is also friendly with mel. Optional You can have her know Jack or Al hashimi from working with them before accident years ago.

You're also welcome to combine the above prompt with previous doc crossover prompts such as these ones

2. Cassie is estranged sister of Amy Larsen from Fox's Doc, no chad, but cassie does not have custody of Harrison Amy does. After memory accident, they reconnect and Cassie transfers to westside to be closer with Amy (or Amy transfers to the Pitt), She also gets Harrison back

3. Mel and Becca are the long lost nieces of Amy Larsen from Fox's Doc, Amy had an argument with Mel's mother (her sister) and lost touch before she died, after memory accident she reaches out, Mel transfers to west side or Amy transfers to the Pitt to be closer, Amy helps with Becca

Doc- Part 3

Archive of Our Own

Tags: @luchmmenti96 @badblood1013

cw: smut, medical jargon

Ultrasound Day

“Lottie, do you need help with those laces?” I ask my daughter as we sit on the floor, putting on our shoes. She nods her head, struggling to coordinate properly. “Okay, watch this,” I smile as I help her.

The kids have school, and then Sara and I are going to a 3D ultrasound appointment that has apparently been booked in for months. I’m excited to see the baby, see what they look like. I don’t even know if we are having a boy or a girl, so that is exciting. Sara doesn’t know either, but apparently I did. I’m glad I have forgotten. It makes it all the more exciting.

“You wanna try the other one?” I ask Lottie, and she shakes her head.

“I can’t do it,” she sighs.

“Mommy, I brushed my teefs!” Noah announces as he bounces down the stairs in front of Sara. She looks tired as she follows him, her hand pressed into the soft skin on the left side of her back. She notices me watching her, and she half-smiles.

“Sciatica,” she tells me, knowing I’m in doctor mode. Something I must do a lot, I guess. I nod, finishing Lottie’s shoes and getting off the floor.

“Is it bad?” I ask, pressing my fingers into the spot and rubbing slowly. She groans, reaching for the back of the couch.

“That hurts,” she says, trying to swat my hand away. “Come on, we don’t have time for this.”

“Okay, but let me check that out when we get home?” I ask, circling my hand on her back. She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling as she nods. She is so beautiful, even with slight bags under her eyes.

“Right, in the car, kiddos!” she says, opening the front door and tossing me the car keys. “Let’s gooo!”

“Move!” Lottie says, pushing Noah out of the way, and he falls to the ground with a thud.

“Lottie!” I gasp, bending down to pick him up. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“Sorry,” she mumbles, bottom lip trembling. “I wanted to beat him to the car.”

“You could’ve done that without shoving him down,” Sara sighs.

“Get in the car, please,” I say firmly to Lottie as I dust Noah off. “You’re okay,” I assure him as I hug him. He reminds me so much of Danny. As I hold him in my arms, images flash through my mind of a similar situation. Danny and Katie running through a park, and Katie knocking him down in an attempt to beat him to the swings.

“Amy? Amy?” Sara says, her hand moving to my shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I smile. “I just had a memory.”

“Are you okay to drive?” She asks worriedly, her hand on my back still as I stand, Noah in my arms.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Come on, sweet boy. Let’s get you strapped in your seat.”

Sara’s hand stays on my leg as I drive. It stays there while we are in the school drop-off queue, and it is still there when we pull up to the hospital for our appointment. I love that she’s more comfortable touching me now. Now that we’ve been intimate and I’ve told her I’m falling in love with her, she doesn’t feel like she needs to act any differently for my sake. And I love it.

“Are you excited to see the baby again?” I ask as we get out of the car, and her whole face lights up when she smiles.

“I’m so excited,” she says. “And I’m excited for you to see the baby for what’s essentially the first time.”

“Yeah,” I grin. “Me too.”

“I know it’s not possible, but I think they have your nose,” she smirks.

“Oh yeah?” I grin. “Poor child.”

“Oh shut up,” she says, wrapping an arm around my middle. “Your nose is perfect.” I pause, in the middle of the car park, and pull her close. My hand slides up to her cheek, and I pull her in for a kiss, biting her lip gently. We both jump when a car honks at us as we stand in the middle of the road.

“Whoops,” I laugh, holding my hand up apologetically to the driver as we move aside. “Let’s go.”

I link my fingers with hers as we walk towards the elevator, heading to the OB floor. “While we’re here, do you mind if we pop in and see Gina?” I ask, and she smiles, shaking her head.

“I sorta figured we would anyway,” she laughs. “She’ll wanna see the baby.”

“You’re right,” I smile. “She will.”

We keep holding hands all the way to the OB-GYN floor, and Sara checks in at the desk, laughing at something the girl says. I don’t pay much attention, looking around the waiting room. My eyes land on Michael and a heavily pregnant blonde woman— presumably his wife.

“Amy,” he says when he sees me. “Hi, h-how are you?”

“I’m fine,” I smile, nodding to the uncomfortable-looking blonde.

“Let’s go sit over here,” Sara says, taking my arm again and shooting daggers at Michael. I’m not sure if she notices that I notice, but I do.

“What was that all about?” I ask, following her.

“What?” She asks, sitting down.

“The look you gave Michael.”

“Oh,” she blushes. “He hates me.”

“He does?” I ask, looking over at him again. “Why?”

“He thinks I seduced you and stole you from him,” she sighs. “Which I didn’t, by the way. You came on to me.”

I smirk, lifting her hand to my lips and kissing her knuckles. “I’ll take your word for it,” I say, watching as a nurse grabs Michael and his wife and they walk out of the waiting room. “This is so exciting,” I say, bouncing my leg as we wait.

A memory flashes through my mind. I see Michael and Sara. Sara is crying, there is shattered glass on the floor, and Michael is shouting at her- no, not shouting. Screaming. I can only work out bits of it before Sara squeezes my hand and brings me back to reality.

“You okay?” she asks worriedly, and I nod, smiling. “It’s our turn,” she whispers, squeezing my hand and smiling at the nurse before us. I recognise her, but I can’t for the life of me remember why. Presumably from previous appointments.

“Hi Larsen’s!” she says in a high and bubbly voice. “Ready to see your baby?”

“So ready,” Sara grins. “We could do with some positive vibes right now.”

“I heard about your accident, Amy. I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks,” I smile, squeezing Sara’s hand. We follow the nurse into a room, and I help my wife get onto the exam table. She pulls her leggings down low and hikes her T-shirt over the bump, and she closes her eyes as she lies back.

“You okay?” I whisper, and she nods, taking my hand again.

“Just tired,” she mumbles as the nurse squirts gel into her belly and makes her flinch.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she says. “Is this your first 3D scan?”

“Yeah,” Sara says. “We didn’t even think about getting them done with the last pregnancies. But this was a gift.”

“Aw yeah,” she smiles. “It’s such a nice gift. I wish they were popular when I had my kids,” she says as she moves the transducer around. I watch Sara instead of the screen, watching as she stares at the ceiling and takes shaky breaths. I wonder what’s wrong, but I don’t pry. I rub my thumb over her hand and stroke her shoulder gently until the nurse turns the screen.

“Here we go,” she grins. “Look at those perfect cheeks.”

“Oh,” I smile, my eyes filling with tears. “Sare, look. Oh honey, they’re perfect.”

“Yeah,” she smiles tearfully. “Our perfect baby.”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I ask, stroking her cheek, and she turns her head away.

“Nothing, baby, I’m fine,” she lies, and I know she’s lying. The nurse looks between us and pauses the ultrasound on an image of the baby’s face.

“I’ll give you two a minute,” she says gently.

“Sara, you’re scaring me,” I say, looking closely at the ultrasound to see if I’ve missed something.

“The baby has VSD,” she mumbles. “Vent–”

“Ventricular septal defect, yeah, I know what it is,” I sigh. “How bad is it?”

“I don’t know,” she says quietly. “You’re the doctor, you’re the one who understands this stuff.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask gently.

“Because you’ve been so happy, Amy, and I didn’t want to give you anything else to stress about.”

“Oh, honey,” I sigh, cupping her face. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “I’m going to find out everything I can, okay? And I’m going to make sure everything is okay.”

“Okay,” she sniffles. “Sorry for not telling you.”

“You must’ve been so worried,” I sigh. “No more secrets, okay? I’m your wife, after all.”

“Yeah,” she smiles tiredly. “My wife.”

“There they are!” Gina exclaims when we reach her office, and she holds her arms out as she walks towards us. “My girls.”

“Hi!” I smile. “Look at these.” I hand her the ultrasound pictures and put my arm around Sara, holding her close. Gina gasps as she admires the little pictures and then looks between us.

“You two look awfully snug,” she smirks. “I take it you’ve been reconnecting.”

“Something like that,” Sara mumbles against my shoulder.

“Well,” I say, sensing the shift in Sara’s mood. “We just wanted to come and show you while we’re here. Should probably get home now, pamper my wife,” I wink, taking the pictures back and rubbing Sara’s arm.

“Sounds good,” Gina smiles. “Take care, okay? And Amy, text me.”

“Will do,” I smile, leading my wife towards the elevator. “Are you okay?” I ask her once we are inside the metal box, and she shrugs.

“Tired,” she says again. “Overwhelmed. I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” I smile, kissing the top of her head. “We can go home and nap if that’s what you want.”

“That sounds nice,” she says quietly, burying her head against my chest as we ride the elevator. “I’m sorry I’m so emotional.”

“Hey,” I say, stroking her cheek. “Don’t apologise. It’s been an overwhelming few weeks, and you’ve been keeping this big thing to yourself this whole time. I’m not surprised you’re overwhelmed.”

“I love you,” she mumbles. “You always know what to say.”

“That’s why I’m the best wife, huh?” I smirk, stepping out of the elevator in the parking lot. “Come on, let’s go home.”

When we arrive home, I watch Sara. I watch the way she kicks off her shoes and still puts them neatly on the shoe rack. The way she puts her purse on the kitchen island and hangs her jacket over the back of an island stool. Then she pulls her hair into a messy bun and secures it with the scrunchy around her wrist. She picks up the dog, snuggles him close, and walks up the stairs, holding him to her chest like a baby.

I follow, trying not to hover but wanting to make sure she’s okay. I remove my own shoes and head up the stairs, and by the time I reach the room, she’s lying on her side on the bed, teddy snuggled into her, licking her chin, and her hand on her belly. “Mind if I join you?” I ask, lingering in the doorway, and she smiles.

“You can be the big spoon,” she says as I walk over. I climb in behind her, and she backs up until we are slotted perfectly together. I put my hand on top of hers and nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck.

“You can talk to me, you know,” I whisper. “I know I don’t remember everything, but I still want to listen to you.”

“I know,” she says quietly, pushing her body even closer to mine. I squeeze her tight, and I feel her relax against me.

“You like being held like this?” I ask, and she nods. “Does it ground you?”

“Yeah,” she says. “Did you remember that?”

“I must’ve,” I smile, kissing her neck. “Your mom’s picking the kids up today, right?”

“Yeah,” she yawns.

“Okay, go to sleep then, my love,” I insist. “We have nowhere else to be. Go to sleep.” And she does. I feel her breathing even out, and soon she is snoring softly. She is warm and cozy, and I don’t want to move, and soon, I’m asleep too, holding her tightly like I’m scared she will go somewhere if I let go.

I wake to the feel of lips on my neck. And when I open my eyes, I notice my wife is above me, straddling me in just her underwear. She is nipping at my neck softly, and I moan. “Hi,” she smiles. “You fell asleep.”

“I did,” I confirm, and she grins.

“You never nap with me,” she giggles.

“Well, I’ll nap with you every day if this is how it ends,” I smirk, sliding my hands down her waist and grabbing her ass. She moans, rocking against me, against nothing. “What do you need, sweetheart?” I ask as she grinds against me.

“Will you try the strap?” she asks quietly. I grin because I know it is in my favourites drawer, but I have no knowledge of ever using one. But the idea of fucking her with it makes my head spin.

“I would love to try the strap,” I smirk as she climbs off me. “You’ll have to help me get it on,” I say as she pulls my jeans down my legs and throws them. I unclasp my bra and toss that with my shirt across to the pile of clothes.

“You’re so sexy when you wear this,” she says as she glides it up my legs and tightens the strap. I look at the silicone dick between my legs and feel myself throb.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I can see why.” She giggles, and I stroke her cheek. “Where do you want me?”

“I don’t mind,” she says, and I shake my head.

“No, babe. You’ve gotta tell me what’s comfortable for you. I’m not a psychic, remember?”

“Sorry,” she smiles. “Um, can we do doggy?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” I grin. “Let’s get these off,” I say as I yank her panties. She lies on her back and lifts her hips so I can remove the simple cotton pants, and then she unclasps her bra, and I groan as her heavy breasts spill out of the fabric. “Damn, you’re so beautiful. Lucky me.”

“You’re the beautiful one,” she whimpers. “Kiss me, baby.”

I hover over her and kiss her gently, stroking her cheek as she slides her tongue into my mouth. “On your knees,” I mumble, pulling away. “Do you need lube or anything?”

“Why don’t you have a feel and see?” she smirks as she rolls onto her hands and knees, bouncing her juicy ass in my face. I groan, watching her glistening pussy, and I slide my hand forward and run my fingers through her slick folds.

“I can’t believe how wet you get for me,” I grin. “How lucky am I?”

“Amy,” she whines. “I need you…”

“Okay, baby,” I say, getting on my knees behind her. I line up the dildo with her entrance and hold the cock as I push in slowly. She moans, her head hitting the pillows. I hold her hips as I push all the way in until I bottom out, and her legs shake. “Does that feel so good?”

“Soo good,” she whines. “Ames, you’re so deep.”

I pull out, and the sight of the dildo covered in her wetness makes me dizzy, and the way her pussy grips the dildo is spectacular. “Wow,” I sigh. “I understand now why I love this so much,” I laugh.

“Harder, baby,” she groans. “Please.”

Her begging makes me throb, and I grip her hips and thrust into her harder. This is hard work, and I can feel the burn in my abs as I slam into her. “Yes, right there!” she whines. “Oh, Ames, you fuck me so good.”

“Cum for me, baby,” I grunt. “Good girl.”

Something about me calling her a good girl makes her whine, and she groans loudly into the pillow as she comes, her whole body shuddering. I slow down, but I keep thrusting as she rides out her orgasm, and then she spins around.

“Your turn,” she says breathlessly.

“Oh, you don’t need–”

“Amy, let me eat you out,” she smirks. “Please, baby. I need to hear you moan.”

I gush at the thought, remembering the last time she went down on me. A few days ago, for the first time since my accident. It was like my first time all over again, and it felt amazing. I want to feel that again.

“Lie on the end of the bed,” she says, grabbing a pillow and dropping to her knees. She pulls me down to the end of the bed and hooks my legs over her shoulders, and without any hesitation, her tongue is deep inside of me.

“Fuck,” I gasp, throwing my head back as she licks as if her life depends on it. “Sare baby, so good.” She moans against me, licking and sucking every inch. I can feel the pressure building in my stomach quickly, and she holds my thighs apart as she expertly makes me come hard. She doesn’t stop when I climax. She keeps licking, building me back up again. I grasp the sheets, my back arching and moaning loudly as she sucks my entire clit into her mouth and my hands move down to her hair, trying to push her away as it becomes too much.

“Sare- m’fuck- honey!” I gush, and she moans against my clit, licking up my juices.

“You just squirted,” she grins proudly, swiping her tongue through my soaked folds again. “God, you taste like heaven.”

“You’re incredible,” I tell her, watching her between my legs. I love her, no doubt about that. And I’m so happy this is my life.

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