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Trinity wants many things, quite desperately. She wants to do another fasciotomy, on her own this time, and also more chest tubes, and maybe a thoracotomy if she’s lucky. She wants to be good at her job, wants to prove that she belongs, wants to belong. She wants Robby’s approval, wants to never see Langdon again, and above all else she wants Garcia to respect her. She wants Garcia to want her as much as she wants Garcia.
I am reduced, she thinks, to a thing that wants Garcia.
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03 May 2026
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Trinity knows it’s inevitable. She understand that this–this thing–can only coil so tightly before it snaps. And guess who’s ass is in the trap?
‘Santos. A word.’
Not a question. Not even a suggestion, really. An order veiled as something softer, something less loaded. Garcia doesn’t even look at her; pert buns swaying slightly as she and her perfect posture lead Trinity to the stairwell. How is she still standing like that–after, what, nine hours? Trinity aches. She has blisters from her shitty tennis shoes that Huckleberry insisted she buy–her ratty old gym shoes were fine, by the way–and an omnipresent thudding behind her eyes and the inability to keep her shoulders rolled anywhere but forward. Garcia spins on her heel; her shoes are pristine, white and stitched with fine thread. Trinity wants to die, just a little.
‘You’ve been avoiding me.’
There it is. Trap, meet ass. She’s been told she has a nice one, so hopefully that counts for something.
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30 Apr 2026
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"You would do this for a complete stranger?" Yolanda asks, frowning in confusion.
In what world does she find a beautiful, intelligent stranger not only willing to play along with her lie for ten minutes to avoid embarrassment, but who actually wants to keep up the ruse for another full day? Did she somehow step through the looking glass when she arrived in Baltimore?
Trinity shrugs. "Well, yeah. It seems fun. Or like I'll at least get a good story out of it. Like, Hey, one time I pretended to date this stranger I met in a hotel and met her whole family at a wedding, it was wild."
"Are you absolutely serious?"
"I mean, I'll workshop it a bit. But yeah."
"No, about doing this."
"Yeah,” Trinity says with a wild grin. “If you want me."
Yolanda nods. This could work. "I do."
yolanda needs a fake girlfriend for her cousin's wedding, and runs into the perfect person for the job at the rehearsal dinner
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29 Apr 2026
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“Lucky for you, I’m off tomorrow.”
“What does that m-ean.”
Garcia doesn’t look up from the screen. “It means I can take the first twenty-four hours.”
Santos’s brain is so fried that Garcia might as well be speaking a foreign language. “Of what?”
Brown eyes flit up to hers. “Your recovery,” Garcia answers like it should be obvious. “You can stay with me tonight and we’ll figure it out from there.”
She says it all without batting an eyelash, and is silent for so long afterward that Santos has time to gather more energy.
“What the f-uck,” Santos all but pleads, “are you talking about?”
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- Part 1 of Whumptos
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29 Apr 2026
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“...you wouldn’t want to repeat your R2 year again because of this.”
And that’s what started all the emails. The pressure of not falling behind, of not failing, of wanting to get on Dr. Al-Hashimi’s good side.
—-With the pressure and threat of repeating R2, Trinity Santos starts charting at home after hours and emailing Baran Al-Hashimi to ask for help. They start out strictly professional and slowly bleed into something else. Emailing Baran becomes Trinity’s favorite part of her week.
**sort of Email SMAU. Loosely based on a real slow burn email flirtation I had with a superior many years ago.
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24 Apr 2026