#jacksamira

[natashatrace]

wait & see.

[porterroths]

jacksamira nation this is our moment!!

[nicogayngelo]

(cupid knows) it's you on my mind

samira mohan // jack abbot | rated e | 2.8 words | gifted to @mvnicabarbaro

Her smile froze as she recognized a familiar figure at the bar, engrossed in a conversation with the bartender. It couldn’t be—

As if sensing her gaze, Jack Abbot chose that moment to look up, his eyebrows lifting as they made eye contact. Samira’s lips dropped open into a small “oh” as she took him in, looking comfortable in a dark sweater and jeans.

samira goes on a blind date. the universe has other plans.

[natashatrace]

s2 idea:

samira fighting with a pulled muscle all day - visibly trying to stretch her arm over her head, roll her neck, etc etc etc. says she must have slept on it wrong, no big deal, yes she popped a couple of aleve, continues to be the best damn doctor the entire shift

and then in the final episode of the season, the camera lingers on her as she leaves for the day and she’s digging her fingers into the side of her neck again to try and get that muscle to release, and then abbot falls into step beside her and walks with her a moment, no words exchanged. when he does speak, it’s not until they’re outside in the parking lot and he says, nonchalantly but with that twinkle in his eye:

“I ordered a better pillow for you. think it’s the same as that fancy one you’ve got at your place.”

“thanks,” she replies, curling her pinky finger around his. “thought I might borrow your bathtub tonight, too.”

“course,” he says, and the camera’s on her face as she smiles down at the ground. the lens blurs on her and then focuses on abbot’s face past her shoulder as he smiles over at her. “i’ll even cook you dinner while you soak.”

she gasps teasingly, nose wrinkling as she looks up at him with a bright grin. “really, dr. abbot? such excellent bathside manner. I think your scores are going to be top notch.”

“cute,” he mutters, acting like he isn’t falling head over heels in love by the second. we watch him pause at the driver’s door of his jeep and see him shake his head fondly, listening to the sound of her laughter as he quietly adds, “real fuckin’ cute.”

and that’s it, that’s how we find out they’ve been dating.

[natashatrace]

abbot/mohan, established, thunderstorms & rooftops & trauma

//

It’s a rainy day at PTMC.

One of those days when it starts raining pretty steadily, but no one’s really concerned about the storm. It’s a typical summer washout, one that grows quickly and dies just as fast. They’re all busy, all focused on the work, stepping carefully around small puddles near the ambulance entrance of the ED.

Jack goes out to help unload a patient, breathes in the scent of rain on the air, rolls his neck, and then —

c r a c k.

The clap of thunder is so sudden, so fucking loud, that the earth feels like it’s shaking. It startles all of them, pulls a gasp from the EMT next to him, and Jack —

— the ground is shaking and his ears are ringing and the air no longer smells like rain, it smells like the exhaust of a diesel engine and the copper tang of blood, and his chest is tightening and he can’t fucking breathe and he can’t be buried here, he won’t stay stuck down here, he needs to get to the surface so he can breathe, he just needs to breathe —

he runs toward the stairwell, wet shoes squeaking against the floor the entire way.

//

(Jack’s always insisted that noise isn’t much of a trigger for him. He can handle it — perks of being an emergency medicine doctor, perhaps. Accustomed to the unknown, able to explain away sudden sound or unexpected shouts.

Maybe it’s just been a long day. Hell, maybe it’s just an off day.

The thunder rolls and leaves in seconds, but Jack keeps playing it on a loop in his head.

It starts to sound like the detonation of a bomb.

It starts to feel like being buried under rubble.)

//

Robby tries.

“Jack, c’mon. Let’s get you back inside. I’ve got dry scrubs, man. We’ll go slow.”

Dana tries.

“You’re gonna get yourself sick, Abbot! Come in outta the rain, yeah?”

Trinity even tries.

“Dude, you’re standing on the edge of a rooftop in the rain. Staring out over the city. It’s giving Batman in the worst way. I’m gonna send Ellis pictures if you don’t come back in.”

Samira’s the last to try.

She walks out onto the roof with him. Stands next to him. Pushes her flyaway hairs behind her ears, slicking them there easily with the rainwater.

“You’re safe,” she says quietly, looking up at him.

His jaw finally unlocks. He’s still staring straight ahead, but it’s more movement than anyone else has managed to get out of him.

“You’re safe here,” she says again. “I’m standing next to you, Jack. We’re on the roof at work. It’s raining.”

His voice is thick. “I know.”

“I know you know,” she replies. “But you need to hear it. You need to say it.”

Jack lets out a ragged breath. “Go back inside, Mohan. Robby has dry scrubs.”

“Where are you, Jack?”

“You’re gonna get sick — ”

“Where are we standing?”

“Did Santos call me Batman?”

Samira turns toward him. Looks up, blinking against the rain. “Look at me.”

He keeps staring straight ahead. Breathes out a maniacal laugh. “They want me to go downstairs and I can’t go downstairs, Samira. I can’t, I just…”

Samira’s hand curling over his wrist is gentle, but her voice is decidedly not. It’s the tone she takes with difficult patients, with patients who dismiss her, who refuse to listen to her.

“Look at me right now, Jack, and tell me where we are.”

He will never be the type of patient that dismisses someone like Dr. Samira Mohan.

“The roof,” he whispers, glancing over at her. “We’re on — we’re on the roof. At work. There was — there was. Fuck. There was thunder and it’s raining and — fuck, you’re getting soaked, please, just — ”

“You’re safe,” Samira says again, her thumb brushing over the inside of his wrist. She rests her other hand over his arm, soft skin sliding against his. “It’s raining, and we’re on the roof, and we’re not going to go downstairs.”

“We’re not?”

“No. We’re going to sit underneath the doorway and get out of the rain, but you’ll still be able to see the sky. We’ll stay there as long as you need.”

Jack lets out a soft noise, something that’s a mix of anger and relief. His shoulders visibly relax. His hands start to tremble as the adrenaline dumps. “Jesus fucking Christ, Samira. How do you do that?”

Samira dips her head until he finally looks over and meets her eyes. “How do I do what?”

Jack shakes his head, turning his wrist in her grasp so he can tangle their fingers together instead. “How do you manage to always figure me out?”

One side of her mouth tips up; a little wry, a little proud. “It’s a gift,” she says. “Or maybe you’re just not entirely as mysterious as you’d like to be. Come sit with me.”

His steps are slow, but he makes it back to the doorway with her. Watches as Samira props it open so they can sit inside the entrance, huddled together on the floor to watch the clouds rolling above them in the sky.

“You’re safe here,” she says again, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek. There’s a towel being wrapped over his shoulders. “We’ll stay up here as long as you want.”

“You have patients,” he says, but leans his head on her towel-covered shoulder.

She kisses his wet curls. “So do you.”

“I just need a few minutes,” he insists.

Samira threads their fingers together. “I know, Jack. I know.”

[natashatrace]

oh, hey 💜 —

abbot struggling to orgasm bc meds, right? it’s a rare thing, but not a never thing. samira, naturally, isn’t deterred in the slightest when they start hooking up casually —

(so casually, they insist - y’know, like liars)

— and jack might have trouble coming, but he’s going to make goddamn sure samira never has trouble again. ever. she will come whenever and however she needs.

(and, y’know, there’s a whole subplot here about them discovering and choosing nonsexual intimacy together before they’re even properly dating)

anyway.

when he does come for the first time with samira, it’s the biggest release of tension he’s had in years. it builds and builds and he can’t articulate it as it’s happening, but samira can tell he’s close. rasps out a ‘oh my god, you’re gonna come in me, aren’t you? fuck, jack, c’mon. c’mon. you got this.’

she scratches blunt nails down his back, between his shoulders where he can feel it to the small of his back where the nerves are so fucked that he can’t. gasps her name and stills inside her for the most intense orgasm of his life.

one that is also accompanied by an orgasm headache, spreading from the base of his skull up around to his temples and down the length of his neck.

he’s shaking and nauseous, manages to mumble something about the headache and makes to move off of her. but samira’s arms just tighten around him; her fingers press into the ache at the back of his head and down over his shoulders, shushing him when he tries to quip about how ‘… his head just can’t ever let him have anything nice, huh?’

but she’s telling him it was nice. it was what she wanted, what they’ve both wanted for so long. just — this, the intimacy and the shared afterglow and the having someone. feeling so close that it’s like their souls are touching.

he’s twitching and going soft inside her, trying to catch his breath and roll the ache out of his neck where the muscles are still tight from his release. he kisses her collarbone and her jaw, the curl stuck to her temple with sweat. presses his forehead against the cool silk of her pillowcase next to her hair.

‘don’t pull out,’ she whispers, thighs lazily falling open again underneath his hips. ‘not yet.’

he can still hear his own heartbeat. exhales harshly at a particularly pleasant digging of her thumb into the base of his skull. but he doesn’t move. lets himself relax against her.

‘i have propranolol in — ‘

‘the bathroom cabinet, I know. and i’ll grab a zofran from your drawer, right next to the biofreeze and the contact solution. and the receipt from our first date.’

that gets him to smile, a hidden thing against her pillow. ‘it was a good date.’

‘mm. the tiramisu was terrible.’

‘yeah. but the company wasn’t.’

samira’s fingers tug so, so gently at his hair until he’s moving, sitting up and kissing her as the throbbing in his head steadily dulls. eventually, he pulls out and rolls onto his back. watches her as she moves through his bathroom, reaches out to touch her as she digs through his bedside table, breathes a soft ‘thank you’ when she crawls back into bed next to him on her knees, one hand holding a glass of water and the other a pair of pills. he takes the meds from her and then lays back, dragging the backs of his fingers up her thighs as she straddles his lap.

‘rest, yeah?’ she murmurs, leaning down until their chests are pressed together. ‘just for a few minutes. I’ll be here when you wake up.’

‘right here?’ he whispers, thumb catching at the corner of her mouth on the way to the edge of her brow.

her dark, brown eyes are so fucking bright when she’s this close.

jack wants her to always be this close.

‘right here,’ she promises, tapping a finger against the line of his jaw. ‘i’m not going anywhere, jack.’

he manages to sleep for twenty minutes. dreams of samira’s left hand tangled with his right as they walk through the backyard. feels a smaller hand tucked into his left. looks down to see a boy walking with them — curly hair that glints red in the sun; bright, brown eyes blinking up to meet his; a smile that lights up his whole face, tugs a little more to one side than the other.

….

anyway. is this anything

[natashatrace]

“talk dirty to me” but it’s just reading medical journals aloud to each other

mohan & abbot, probably, 2k25

[natashatrace]

on the one hand, jack and samira happily never having kids and enjoying that their family is the two of them and more than enough

on the other hand, jack and samira unexpectedly getting pregnant and marveling at how the medicine feels more like a miracle when she's holding a tiny lil newborn with curly, dark hair

on the other hand, jack and samira planning for a baby and struggling to get pregnant, fighting against 'the medicine is what saves you' when it isn't working to save either of them

on the other hand, jack and samira planning for a baby and getting pregnant right away, keeping it hidden for as long as possible 'just in case' but really, it's because samira doesn't want to upset heather

on the other hand, jack and samira recognizing that their schedules are shit and neither of them are willing to adjust their hours, but samira starts volunteering in the NICU when she can and jack starts coaching little league with robby (because of course he and heather get their happy ending, too)