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There’s a camera they left on the table, already recording.
Perfect.
He grabs it and then gets a hand on the door knob.
This is stupid.
The thought is quiet. They have rules for this, rules he made up.
He just can’t remember them right now.
Then he’s stepping out into the hallway, carefully pulling the door closed behind him until it clicks shut.
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- Part 1 of cursory glances
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Henderson tells him about everything. Because yeah, last time Steve had gotten the whole interdimensional low-down in a face to face, trial by fire way.
But no one had said anything to him about the Super Girl and the lab that made her.
He didn’t know you could make super powers.
It’s the sort of thing he would have dreamed about as a kid, back when he and Tommy H would sit in Steve’s living room, in front of the big TV and watch Super Heroes on the News. Never when his dad was home because Steve learned pretty fast that if someone in spandex was on the screen, his dad would get all mad and talk about stuff Steve didn’t care about. It would usually end with him turning off the TV, so it was a loss for everyone.
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Or, the world has a lot more going on than secret alternate dimensions.
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And does it again, no words this time, just something guttural, because he has too much feeling and not enough air. Presses it out of himself from the bottom of the stomach, pushing all of it up and out and throwing it to the night, hoping it will know what to do with all that he has inside of him.
The last of it eeks out and Steve is left breathing harshly, throat raw.
“Nice pipes.”
“Christ.” Steve swears and whirls around, fists flying up. But there’s no one with him on the street.
“Easy there, big boy. Up here.”
Steve follows the voice up to a pair of beat up boots dangingly off a fire escape and a set of pasty hands draped through the railing. One’s got a cigarette and Steve watches as the owner, cast in shadow, brings it up to take a drag, the cherry blooming in the dark.
“I’m not complaining, but,” The guy leans forward, the line of his nose catching in the street light. “You do know this is a residential area, right?”
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- Part 2 of cursory glances
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If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
Or: The year is 1992; and Steve Harrington meets a monster, has a breakdown, fistfights a government official in a Wendy’s parking lot, and gets an unmarked post-card — not necessarily in that order.
Or: a buddy comedy that’s also a nightmare that’s also a love story.
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20 May 2026
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“Look, I’m not trying to overwork you, or treat you like an attending ‘cause you’re not. But I want at least one doctor working with me who I don’t have to fuckin’ worry about.”
Samira’s only reply comes out as a disbelieving huff.
“So what do you say? You gonna be my rock on the night shift?”
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After the Fourth of July, Samira moves to the night shift. At some point, she starts fucking Abbot. They don’t talk about it. It works, honestly. Well, until it doesn’t.
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18 May 2026
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Samira's had her whole life mapped out since she was thirteen. You know what they say about best-laid plans.
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18 May 2026
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“Dr. Abbot is not working today. He is not your attending,” Robby said, words clipped, low and harsh. His eyes bulged, bloodshot. “And it never occurred to you that Abbot only said that because he wants to sleep with you?”
Samira opened her mouth to respond, the synapses in her brain mid-fire as she paused to process Robby’s words.
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18 May 2026
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“How do you not have a date for this, anyway? You’re…”
He glanced back at her, eyebrows raised, not sure where she is going with this but hopeful. “Going to finish presenting your diagnosis, Dr. Mohan?”
“Never mind. The cockiness explains it.”
He gave her a crooked grin, “I asked my sister, but she said she’d rather be my patient.” He turned serious. They were on her block now. “I may have downplayed it. Didn’t want to spend this charming anniversary with someone who didn’t go through it. And didn’t want to drag someone who went through it to this dog and pony show.” He glanced sideways at her. “You were the first person I thought of. We worked together almost the whole night. You deserve this honor even if the wrong people are giving it in the wrong way. But just because you can handle one jackass-“ he gestured at himself, “doesn’t mean you want to be in a room with four hundred more.”
With Robby not exactly PR material, Dr. Jack Abbot finds himself the reluctant but compelling face of the hospital’s capital campaign in the wake of PittFest. As black tie events become an excuse to spend more time with a certain Dr. Samira Mohan, he wonders if the role doesn't have some benefits.
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18 May 2026