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When he boards the elevator he’s upset. By the time he leaves the elevator he’s angry, each reverberation of his feet hitting asphalt felt in the remaining bones and surgical grade titanium in his right leg, all the way up to his hip. It takes him less than sixty seconds to walk from the parking deck to the ambulance bay. Ten feet from the entrance, he sees Robby walk through the first set of doors, past Ahmad, and then through the second set of doors. His pulse roars in his ears, his heart pounding in his chest. For the first time in years, Jack Abbot feels something approximating rage, an emotion he has long assumed to be medicated out of him.
His hands furl into fists.
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Robby commits the critical error of making Samira cry. Jack reacts.
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05 Mar 2026
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Maddie swings the door open approximately thirty seconds after Buck knocks.
“You might throw up,” Buck tells her.
“Hi, Buck,” Maddie says mildly. “Why might I throw up?”
“You’re lactose intolerant.”
“I’m not following.”
“I’m milk,” Buck says. “Because, clearly, I have an expiration date.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “I thought the auction went well?”
Nonsensically, Buck says, “My soul is not well.”
OR: after the LAFD auction, Eddie reveals who his mystery bidder is. Buck, shockingly, does not take this well.
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03 Mar 2026
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Samira gets hurt, and Jack is working that night when she gets wheeled in. Pining ensues. Fluff prevails.
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- Part 1 of The Road to Utah
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03 Mar 2026
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Dana Evans knows her hospital. She knows her work. She knows her people.
She knows that Jack Abbot and Samira Mohan are in love with each other.
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or, dana's pov of watching jack and samira falling in love - and doing something about it.
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21 Feb 2026
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“I’m trying not to make it about me.”
The words seem to stop Eddie in his tracks—but only for a fleeting moment. Then, “Okay, then let me.”
Buck blinks, ignoring the feeling of a single tear fighting past the edge of his lashline. Instantly, he swipes it away. “What?”
“Let me make it about you. Talk to me. I want to know what’s going on with you. I’m not gonna be able to focus on this god awful dinner if I’m worried that you’re alone, and upset, and—”
“I miss you,” Buck confesses, abruptly, because anything else he wants to say right now is too raw, too real.
Eddie exhales into the microphone of his phone. “Yeah. Yeah, I—I know. I miss you, too.”
“No, I miss you. More than I’m supposed to, I think.”
“I’m your best friend, bud,” Eddie tells him. “I think you’re supposed to miss me. We’re eight hundred miles apart.”
Miserably, Buck shakes his head. “Not like this.”
Or: Buck finally unpacks and stumbles across a box Eddie left behind, full of sketchbooks that Buck didn’t know he owned. He’s confronted, suddenly, with the fact that his best friend has been drawing him for years.
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- Part 4 of cjo + 911
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13 Feb 2026