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Becca had this phase where she was really into playing pinball — handheld ones, not the big machines, which was a relief. The big ones are really noisy. But anyway. Becca had read all the manuals, even looked up reviews online, and she swore there was a strategy to it, that you could control where the ball landed, if you just hit it at a certain angle, with just the right amount of strength. But Mel was missing the hand-eye coordination, or the muscle memory, or something, because to her, it all seemed totally random, like nothing she did made any difference as to where that damn ball ended up.
Conversations with Trinity feel kind of like that, sometimes. Like watching a tiny silver ball come racing down towards her, frozen in silent panic, Becca chanting in her ear to hit it, just hit it, knowing full well she's only going to miss.
Mel is really, really bad at pinball. In case that part wasn't clear.
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30 Apr 2026
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She’d been here time and time again; they’d arrived at a Mel King grade-one emergency.
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- Part 1 of melangdon fic
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27 Apr 2026
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I don’t think you’d ever hurt me, she told him–the unspoken implication being, of course, that everyone else thinks he would.
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- Part 1 of just to sit outside your door
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20 Apr 2026
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“We’ve received a report of a mass casualty incident by Penn Station,” Abbot said frankly, one hand hanging off his bulky vest. “The city’s asked that we send a team to the scene to respond.”
A wave of murmurings and soft inhales passed over them. Mel’s brow furrowed.
“What happened?” McKay asked.
Abbot was brisk. “The Amtrak derailed into traffic. Initial casualties are in the dozens, but we’re likely looking at more, which is why we’re complying with the city’s ask. I’ll be leading a team onto the site - I need a team of volunteers to come with me for on-site triage.”
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Or: a train accident episode.Series
- Part 2 of melangdon fic
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19 Apr 2026
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Mel King was a creature of habit.
There was a specific sort of choreography to her life beyond the chaos of the Emergency Department. A carefully controlled routine, a color-coded calendar, a rigid set of rituals that kept her grounded enough to keep showing up day after day, to keep on doing the work that was required of her to save lives.
Everything was going fine for Mel. Her personal life was predictable, unexciting, and perfectly fulfilling, thank you very much.
Enter Frank Langdon, agent of chaos.
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19 Apr 2026