JackRAbbotMohan
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She remembers the feeling of spinning, the weightlessness of it. The air making her curls fly and the sun brushing her dimpled cheeks. It felt like living, like freedom. Never feeling afraid when she went too fast. Appa was there to stop it.
When he died, she twisted the tire as far as her 13-year-old arms could. Desperate for the feeling of freedom, of flying, of joy.
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The Jack of before would tell you losing your best resident is never a good thing. The Jack of after… he would probably say it is the best thing that ever happened to him.
or, Samira Mohan leaves PTMC, Jack Abbot stays, and the rest of their life begins.
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04 Apr 2026
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the cinders, they splinter (and light the path) by deweydecibelsystem for simplyprologue
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30 Mar 2026
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Samira was, in practice, the ED’s attack dog, and the attack dog of all the ED’s many and varied denizens. She was very good at her job, maybe because she looked so sweet and had such a reputation as a bleeding heart that no one expected her to be so fucking mean when the occasion called for it.
She was also, in practice, right now, like, while they all watched in frozen horror for the first twenty seconds of it happening, enduring a rare statistically significant loss - patient vs physician. She was, in this moment, leaning against the hub and bleeding through the gauze Dana and Robby were pressing against three different penetrating stab wounds on her anterior abdomen while Robby bellowed for a gurney and Dana hollered for security.
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- Part 1 of Sit me down, shut me up, I'll calm down
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31 Mar 2026
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Dana Evans knew three things about Samira Mohan.
One, she was a workaholic.
Two, she was the future of medicine.
and three, she was a girl in love.
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24 Mar 2026
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“You know, Robby and I once spent one very ill advised afternoon trying to nap off a hangover in that very parking lot.” Samira doesn’t even deign to acknowledge that little nugget of information with a reply; she doesn’t want to know. Her face must communicate that sentiment very clearly because Abbot continues, “But let’s see…” he trails off, looking off into the middle distance like he can see both his schedule and her desperation. “Wednesday afternoon, Wednesday afternoon…Wednesday afternoon! My schedule seems to be wide open, and I haven’t actually been within two feet – or one for that matter – of a moped since Afghanistan, but I’m pretty sure one could fit in my truck bed. Whaddya say, Mohan?”
Oh, sick. Thank fuck, that moped is fucking hers. Except– “What do I say to what?” she replies coyly. Sometimes you need to make a man work for it.
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Samira Mohan comes into possession of a moped. Jack Abbot comes into possession of Samira Mohan – or at least a few hours of her time. These two things might be connected.Bookmarked by JackRAbbotMohan
09 Mar 2026
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Samira Mohan doesn’t lose- Well, except maybe to anyone coached by Jack Abbot. The infuriatingly composed legend is responsible for every professional defeat on her record.
So when she’s knocked out of Wimbledon by a 17 year-old, coached by Jack, of course- Samira thinks it can’t get worse. Then he’s named head coach of Team USA for the Paris Olympics.
If she wants the one title she’s never won- Olympic gold- she’ll have to train under the man who’s not only outmaneuvered her for years, but who haunts her thoughts and dreams far more than she’d like to admit.
She hates him.
At least, she thinks she does.
But the more time they spend together, the more she's unsure what burns hotter- resentment, or something far more dangerous.Bookmarked by JackRAbbotMohan
24 Nov 2025