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Random Headcanon #18

Joey adores Emma (no matter if it's his daughter or not). He's so proud to parade her around calling her his 'first Emmy'.

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Those moment's

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“Kate, the fuck?”

“Hello, Mary,” Kate replied, leaning back against the couch. Instantly regretting it because her tumbler of whiskey was now out of reach.

Hal nudged it closer, then when Kate gave him a laser-death-glare, got up and moved it to the side table next to the couch.

“I had to hear it from Hastings, Kate. Hastings. I can’t even—”

Mary, super pissed-off, Kate mouthed at Hal. He shrugged, because he’d warned her and because he loved when Mary gave Kate what-for. That wasn’t Kate’s incisive insight, Hal had come out and said it, repeatedly, including in front of Mary, who said that’s the bully in you.

“I’m sorry. You know I’m sorry just like you know I wanted to call,” Kate said.

“I know. I’m still pissed. You got out before it got intense,” Mary said.

“I went into a warzone, Mare,” Kate argued.

“Not with Hastings,” Mary countered.

“I was hoping Sam would let you know,” Kate said. Hal had said there was a chance and if Mary heard from Sam, all they’d be looking at was Mary’s updated version of a care-package, which usually meant the most expensive collection from Zingerman’s and some homemade sour cherry jam. You could take the girl out of Michigan, but you’d pry Mary’s sour cherries out of her cold, dead hands and then you’d have to deal with Jed, who put up with the Michigan shit by buying them a vacation place on Mackinac Island. Kate and Hal had a standing invitation and hadn’t made it there once yet to date.

“That would’ve been nice. Didn’t work out that way,” Mary said.

“How’s Jed doing? And the kids?” Kate said. She’d been hoping to save the family question for later in the conversation but Mary still sounded really upset and she’d always been stubborn as hell.

“He’s fine. Being the department chair is hard but it’s good for him and when he gets too ticked off, he goes for a run or calls Robby. He calls Robby a lot and Robby takes the call like 40% of the time. Daniel’s finally moved on from the Harry Potter stuff thank God and neither of the girls seem like they’ll get into it. They’re all trying to convince me to get another kitten, which they have agreed to name Squivers,” Mary said.

“That’s not a bad name for a kitten,” Kate said.

“Emma said you’d try to change the subject and I should let you, but I don’t think I should, do you?”

“It all happened so fast,” Kate said.

“It was Hal, wasn’t it?” Mary asked, getting to the heart of the matter.

“What?” Kate stalled. It was a terrible stall, one word, no distraction, but maybe she didn’t want to avoid it with Mary. Mary, who other than Hal was the one person who knew about the miscarriages, who sent a card or postcard or text message every year on Arden’s due date, who’d confided in Kate about Jed’s heroin addiction, Mary who always knew right from wrong and suffered over it. 

Mary, who loathed Hastings and still recognized brilliance, still put up with shit because that was what was required. Who understood the value of charm and used it and never fully trusted it. 

“Katherine,” Mary said.

Kate glanced at Hal. Mary wasn’t on speakerphone but he’d figured out where they’d gotten to. Anyone else would see him as totally relaxed, dressed like he was ready for a GQ cover shoot, one arm resting along the back of the couch that faced hers because they were sitting in a room big enough to have two couches and not be crowded and she was used to that now. Anyone else would miss the tension in his dark eyes, too focused on the curve of his lips.

“It was Hal. Mostly. I could’ve stopped him but I didn’t,” Kate said.

“It was Hal and circumstances and you couldn’t have stopped anything once Rayburn was born,” Mary said.

“You mean once he dropped dead,” Kate said.

“Nope. I love you, Kate, but you always underestimate the web, the other players. You’ve gotta watch that now. This isn’t another chess game you’re going to lose to me in three moves,” Mary said.

“Tell her I used the Fried Liver Attack and it worked like she said,” Hal said.

“Of course it did,” Mary replied, somehow hearing Hal, even though he hadn’t spoken that loudly. Jed would mutter mother’s ears and Mary might have argued, would just sort of beam and make Kate regret again that Mary had left government service.

“I sincerely hope you both mean in an actual game of chess,” Kate said.

“I know you do,” Mary replied.

Written for @broadwaybaggins and the Mercy Street Tenth Anniversary Fest, here's a modern reboot crossover AU with The Diplomat because, really, what did you expect from me?

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Lovely 🌸 May I request from May prompts 12. birdsong with Henry and Emma (Mercy Street) ?

We interrupt your regularly scheduled doctors and nurses saving lives in Chicago and Pittsburgh to bring you doctors and nurses saving lives in 1862 Virginia.

The night had seemed like it would never end. The wounded had been an endless barrage, wagon after wagon, man after man, some with injuries so gruesome they left Emma shaking and even Anne looked ashen. For so long, it seemed like they lost more men than they saved, but sometime late in the night, things had started to turn around. They had more victories than losses, and the wounded had slowed to a trickle. By the time the sun was coming up over Alexandria, Doctor Foster was convinced that the worst was over. Emma washed her hands in a basin until her skin was red and raw and the water was filthy and wandered out on shaking legs to watch the sun rise over the city. Someone had beat her to it. "Reverend Hopkins," she said quietly, announcing herself so as not to startle him. He looked as weary as Emma felt, dark circles beneath his eyes. "You should get some rest." "As should you, Emma," he said, dropping the formality, but neither of them moved. "I just...wanted a breath of fresh air." Emma nodded and licked dry lips as she came to stand beside him, her arms crossed over her chest against the chill of the morning. "Me too. And to see the sun coming up." She almost smiled. "At times last night, I thought it never would. I thought it would never end, that that night would last forever." "It seems that God has granted us another day, and a beautiful sunrise," Henry agreed, looking out at the brilliant pinks and purples and oranges. "The birds are even singing." Emma paused to listen, tears welling in her eyes at the soft, but unmistakable, sound of birdsong, and they reached for each other's hands at the exact same time.