After matching on a dating app, Parker and Samira didn’t take it seriously at first.
They both avoided each other after it happened.
But workplace friendships are weird and crushes on coworkers are even weirder.
After being stuck on night shift together, the two couldn't avoid the elephant in the ED any longer.
They talked it out and agreed to at least give one date a shot.
The attraction was there and it wouldn’t hurt anyone.
One date turned into a second and by the third date, they couldn’t deny it anymore.
Having a secret relationship in the pitt is not for the weak, especially with Parker’s glances.
Samira is calm as one can be in the ED but the added pressure of her girlfriend trying to steal a glance whenever they pass each other was an added distraction.
Samira wasn’t any better. Single moms had a thing for Parker and she would often see them hitting on her or Parker would divulge after her shift.
Samira trusted Parker but something about seeing someone else attempt to flirt with her girl, brought a new type of rage she hadn’t felt before.
a/n: mourning the fact that we wont get anymore Parkmira scenes for season 3...
She makes fun of him cause he has a protein shake with eggs for breakfast and calls him gym bro until he has to tickle her until she gives up
speaking of which, she’s extremely ticklish and it’s one of his favorite things about her
He teases her cause she gets extremely competitive over tv games (he’s just trying to mask how turned on he is)
she says “I love you” for the first time closing the door on her way to work so she can have plausible deniability but he heard her. His face hurt for so much smiling all day
he says “I love you” for the first time mumbling before falling asleep by her side. He says it like it’s the most normal thing in the world and closes his eyes playing with her curls completely relaxed while she spent the next two hours staring at the ceiling giddy and panicked at the same time
they don’t write vows BUT he leaves an handwritten letter listing the reasons he loves her and the ways she saved his life on her pillow and then he gets worried when he finds her sobbing
the first picture they take was in his cabin, by the lake. A neighbors informed him of a leak and she insisted on tagging along. He’s super sweaty and she’s holding a hammer and it’s a selfie he immediately puts on as his lockscreen
his Former MIL cried when he informs her of Samira’s existence, and then she cries some more when she met her. She’s happy for Jack and she’s also relieved he didn’t chase a ghost But a very much different person
the first fight they have is over the fact he flirted a little too much with a NICU nurse and she went to Samira to ask for his number. She rips him a new one and he finds it both funny and hot and Samira becomes furious
he realizes he loves her in a way he never loved the late Mrs Abbot. He loved her deeply, for sure, and he doesn’t know if it was young love or the weight of his unresolved issues but what he feels for Samira is on another level and the first time he realizes it he books an extra therapy session cause guilt is eating him alive.
Samira is not exactly inexperienced when it comes to sex but has always stayed very vanilla cause she was always too insecure or not comfortable, while with Jack she learns to let go and ask for what she wants
he prefers morning sex, but morning is a concept that doesn’t exactly aligns with their schedules and so he’s a waking up at whatever hour sex truther
(feel free to add some and to use this series to write fanfiction if it inspires you!)
She makes sure to answer to birthday wishes and send them on his group chats
He introduces her to the three army pals he’s still in contact with. She knew one of them from the VA hospital
The first time Robby comes over for drinks after Samira moves in, he shows up uninvited. Jack doesn’t have the time to text her so when she comes back she’s taken aback but not as much as Robby.
His older sister becomes a grandma around the time Samira is 7 months pregnant and it sends him into a spiral even though said sister became a mother at 17 and is now 53
they decide to get married at the courthouse because Samira doesn’t like to be centre stage for the days an Hindu wedding requires and without his father it just hits different. Jack offers to do whatever she wants, but in the end she just opts for a Mehndi and he kisses the JA he spent hours trying to find until it fades, and everyday after
early in their relationship she’s shoved to a wall by a drunk patient and loses consciousness and he prays for the first time since his confirmation
he doesn’t faint when they see the two fetuses on the screen out of respect for Samira who’s actually the one who will to push them out but he dissociates for a good 20 seconds
she’s the one to see there’s two of them and then she snatches the echograph from the technician’s hands and mutters you’re never landing hands on me again (they barely make it to the front door)
doesn’t matter who’s driving, Jack’s hand is on her tight. He learns to love Lorde and Oasis
The Combo grey sweatpants and readers on drives her absolutely crazy, and if by chance the readers are on the tip of his nose cause he dozed off she wakes him up already naked (no complaints from him)
She’s quite self conscious cause she never really cared about her looks and so the day of the first hospital gala they attend together she watches a tutorial and is absolutely stunning. He carries her on his back to his car cause she’s not used to heels. She’s absolutely breathtaking all dressed up but then she comes out of the bathroom without makeup and his shirt on and he all but howls
the first time he lets her help with his stump he gets emotional. He never let the late Mrs Abbot do it and he doesn’t know what to do with this realization
Somewhere along the third month of being together Samira considers thanking the universe cause if Jack and her hadn’t been on opposite shifts he’d have her moved in within the first week (no complaints on her part)
jack irrationally hates her apartment cause it’s in a sketchy neighborhood and it’s so depersonalized it hurts his heart to think she lived there for three years with just a single fridge magnet and enough loneliness to drive a normal person crazy
she insists she prefers to sleep at her apartment on the nights he’s on shift cause she doesn’t want to impose and colonize his house (she’s being fucking stubborn) (she doesn’t sleep well, if at all)
he feels extremely pathetic cause he refuses to change the sheets until the very day he knows she’ll come to his place. He changes them the very morning so he can spend the rest of the week with her scent lingering on the sheets. (The one time she gets called back in before they can even have dinner he goes to bed with fresh sheets and no Samira. He gives up trying at 1am and moves to the couch)
Her only pjs are Jacks shirts especially if she’s sleeping at her apartment alone. She has a breakdown thinking she’s going crazy over a man over all things and then Cassie McKay comes to the rescue and tells her she’s at least crazy over a man who would kiss the ground she walks on so she gets a pass for that one
he doesn’t literally kiss the ground she walks on but he does kiss every inch of her body after a week of not seeing each other when she comes back from a conference
he goes to visit his family and they take on the habit of going to bed at the same time and fall asleep FaceTiming.( They’re pathetic and they know it)
she needs to be touching him someway. They both don’t like spooning or be plastered against each other, but the tip of her fingers have to touch his shoulder or his hip and she’s getting worse and she considers talking to Caleb Jefferson about that. (She thinks Jack doesn’t do it) (then why are his fingers twisting one of her curls when everytime he closes his eyes)
there’s no official proposal to move in but one morning she gets up and realizes she’s filling one drawer per month and she doesn’t really have that much staff anyway. So by the fifth month the one fridge magnet is the last item to migrate surface. (Jack gives the middle finger to the front door once they lock it) (he also gives another to her shitty landlord) (just cause he couldn’t punch him)
She goes absolutely feral when she sees him mow the grass and he loves every minute of it (she swears it was only the first time and she will get used to it) (he always makes sure to complete the task when she’s at home cause she will 100% jump him the second he passes through the back door)
when she found out she’s pregnant one month after their Hawai’i getaway he’s absolutely crushed cause she’s one month into her fellowship and he’s made her life more complicated (she’s absolutely terrified) (she’s also surprised cause the timing’s not ideal but she’s long since understood there’s no such thing as perfect timing anyway so)
He watches the pregnancy pillow as if it personally attacked him (“I can be your pregnancy pillow” he claimed) (he didn’t spoke to Shen for a week after he gifted it to her)
he receives all kinds of threats once they hit the rumor mill (Santos took a selfie of her - sharp object in hand- near his car tires and sent it to him) (Heather Collins reached out all the way from Oregon to tell him exactly where she’d shove his prosthetic and how) (Langdon, Donnie and Ahmed look at him with barely concealed disdain and Samira laughs at him cause “not the elder brothers energy”) (Dana told him she know a guy who knows a guy who knows how to make sure his remains will never be found) (Emery Walsh requests a neuro consult for Samira “Mehta I’m telling you she hit her head”. He’s unimpressed)
mohabbot, samira mohan x jack abbot, the pitt, interview with the vampire, iwtv
happy mohabbot monday! i finished iwtv last night and wrote this in an hour. not an exact comparison to iwtv, but it got some mohabbot wheels turning and i had to blurb it. shouldn’t be any iwtv spoilers, and i haven’t watched tvl yet, but here’s a warning just in case. enjoy!
1/3 | e | 18+ | tags: no beta we die like mrs abbot, Vampire Samira Mohan, Vampire Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Widowed Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Toxic Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Human Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Amputee Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Mohabbot MondayBlurb, chapter titles from "closer" by nine inch nails, possible future smut, toxic robbymira, Mohabbot Monday (The Pitt), Mohabbot Endgame, not robbymira fic i can't stress this enough. they're together but it's mohabbot
Luxury penthouses existed in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
It felt oxymoronic. Pittsburgh wasn't exactly Dubai, New York, or Tokyo levels of fancy. It wasn't a world renowned city, and struggled to maintain any sort of relatively similar status in its own country. Sure, Pittsburgh was a notable city stateside- but it was not so important that Jack, a resident of nearly three decades, predicted the presence of the pricey penthouse he now stepped into. A great window overlooked the Steel City and filtered the sunlight through a tint, casting an amber light throughout the home that would have made it seem warm and welcoming, if not for the sheer emptiness of the place.
How long Jack waited after the dark-haired, strong-chinned man had greeted him and gone off to fetch the residents? He couldn't be sure. Some time after the last of the man's footsteps had faded into the vastness of the main hallway Jack began to shuffle from foot to foot, alternating to give his legs temporary respite from the many hills and curbs he'd spent the last hour peregrinating. Note to self, he scratched at the top of his yellow notepad- DO NOT WALK HERE AGAIN. DRIVE. EVEN IF PARKING IS ANNOYING.
The couch that sat before the great lookout finally tempted Jack beyond the manners he was trying to have in what he assumed was a home rife with tradition. He looked over each shoulder after he approached it, holding his pen and paper in one hand while the other traced the fine leather of the couch's backing. Jack walked all around it, glanced around once more and confirmed the room was empty, then sat. It was plusher than it looked- not one of those couches too fancy to actually sit on- and it nearly elicited a sigh of relief out of Jack.
"Nervous to sit?"
Along with his military experience, Jack had been expecting creepy- this meant that the sudden voice of a figure who had appeared out of nowhere, did not surprise him. Disgruntled, sure. Scared? Hardly. He set his duffel down by his left foot and braced his hands on either side, preparing to push himself off and stand to shake the hand of the woman who now stood by the window, but she stalled him with little more than a polite smile and shake of her head.
"No, no- please sit. Nice to see it getting some use. I apologize for leaving you waiting," The woman took eight precisely, controlled steps towards Jack, extending a flawlessly manicured hand after the echo of her high heel's last click fell silent. "Samira Mohan. I've eagerly awaited our meeting, Doctor James Abbot."
"Jack," He held out his right hand and looked anywhere except the blood-red makeup meticulously painted onto her shapely lips. "I'm, uh, honored, I guess."
"You guess?"
Jack sighed, meeting her eye with a sheepish half-smile. "Sorry. I feel like I should sound as fancy as you. Not really a guide out there on how to interact with a…"
"Vampiress?" Her polite smile shifted to a smirk. Samira was incredibly endeared by him already- so much so that Jack even caught on. "You haven't read the books? The movies?"
"I had a crush on the girl that played Buffy, but I never actually watched the show. She was kind of distracting. Hey, is the garlic thing real?"
Samira stood still. Her smirk widened and her teeth began to show- all strikingly white and even, without a fang to be seen- and all at once she was seated next to him, without so much as a blink of his mortal eye.
"Perhaps that can be your first test!"
"Woah," Jack bit back his own grin, shaking his head and reaching into his duffel bag. "Like we agreed- if I do this, I do it like you're any other patient. Which mean we start off with," He looped his stethoscope around his neck; Samira was glad he wasn't focused on her, lest he notice the way her cognac colored eyes widened as they took in the sight of him resting the tool against his jugular. Jack propped his yellow notepad on one of his thighs, clicking his ballpoint pen and scribbling on the top left corner until it began to draw, and asked her what he would ask any other patient in his emergency room.
"Alright- I'm Doctor Abbot, can I get your name and date of birth?"
"Samira Mohan. December 16th, 1939," She said. Normally, such an answer would prompt Jack to ask a nurse to page for a psych consult. But there was no nurse, just like there was no need for a psych consult.
"And what brings you," He looked around, considering his words, then corrected: "What brings me in today?"
Samira took in the curl of his cherry gray hair; the wrinkles and the muscles on his neck, head down-turned to focus on his writing. She wondered if the faint freckles had always been there, or if they were a result from too much time spent in the sun. Finally, she answered with a reverent whisper.
"We both wish to understand the vampiric body."
The only reason Jack didn't call himself an atheist was the almighty beauty of the human. It would be easy to believe God was fake if not for the utter perfection of the body. Scientists had tried for centuries to mimic the clarity of the human eyeball or the precision of the hand, and they had yet to come close to succeeding. Its mechanisms were flawless; the entirety of man's design still defied explanation; in short, the flesh was nothing short of divine.
This awe translated to the vampire. There were few differences when simply observing a vampire, with their fangs withdrawn and their bright, but not unbelievable, irises. Making vampires hideous, cloak-wearing, castle-dwelling garlic antis was an easy answer to an unsettling truth: you could pass by 1,000 vampires a day and think nothing of it.
One of Jack's simple pleasures was the sight of an outstretched arm; when the elbow turned and gave way to the arm's inside, with its tapestry of vessels and veins peeking through from just beyond the skin's surface. Samira extended her arm and offered it to him with the grace of a prima ballerina, watching him (as she had been) with rapt attention. She had been a medical student once, but it proved impossible to juggle the schooling with the need to avoid the sun. It was clear she shared Jack's artistic fixation on the body, asking little questions here and there about the name of this vein, or muscle, and it was just as clear when she stayed silent and watched (mouth slightly agape in her awestruck state) him wrap a pressure cuff around her bicep.
Jack operated with a sole focus on the science. He had done this a billion times before, and still performed each act with such intensity nearly brought a blush to her face. It intoxicated Samira to know that should it happen, he wouldn't even be looking at her to see.
"Is everything looking normal, Doctor? And are you always so quiet?"
"Bad habit," He said in place of an apology, "Some people are better at socializing with patients than others. I get so zeroed in on what I'm doing- it's ritualistic."
"It calms you?"
"Always."
"Even if they're bleeding out?"
They migrated some time ago to the kitchen so that she could perch herself neatly on the marble counter. He seemed to prefer standing than kneeling while she sat on the couch, and at her question, he glanced up at her and smirked. "A vampire asking about blood? You know, some might call that stereotypical."
"I wasn't," Samira began to defend herself out of habit, even though Jack had given her no reason as of yet to believe that she had to do such a thing. The cuff began to tighten around her arm, and she smiled in return. "Does it scare you?"
"I wouldn't have taken this on if it did," He said.
She remained silent as the cuff stopped tightening. Jack took a measurement, then the air came hissing out and he reached out with both hands to rip it off. When that was done he returned to her arm simply to observe it, with one hand absentmindedly resting under her hand and the other at her elbow.
"Beautiful veins," He muttered. It sounded like a compliment, save for the fact he clearly didn't care if Samira heard or not. Jack was compelled to say it to and for himself, and himself alone. She hadn't divulged that she could read his mind yet (only because he had not asked, she defended to herself) and she heard his admiration expand upon itself. His mind wove an unbelievable web; he was willing to speak aloud that he considered her veins beautiful, but that was nothing compared to what his brain made of them. One of her veins cast a line like fishing wire through his conscience- from it, Samira Mohan's circulatory system blossomed into glowing blue, red, and purple ivy vines. In his eyes they glittered, and the veins circled around themselves, spiraling together into an unmistakable helix, dancing around each other, both pumping on their own and slowly, slowly beginning to sync into one circulatory symphony. His observation was worship. Had she ever been regarded in such a way? Had any human? Had every human, who had come into contact with Jack Abbot?
(Jack would deduce much later on that vampires were dealt an extra dose of jealousy; a worthy explanation for the bitterness that filled Samira at the idea of him liking anyone else's veins as much as hers.)
