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May. 15th, 2026 07:06 pm(I went with the first one I could pick and then stuck with it or we'd be here all day.)
Title: friendly advice
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cassie McKay & Samira Mohan
Characters: Samira Mohan, Cassie McKay
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, samira deserves a future she’s excited about!!!!, let her use her skills!!!, let women look out for each other!!!!, cassie Notices people and we love that about her
Series: Part 3 of unionizing the e.d.
Summary:
“You should think about applying to them,” McKay says. “I know it’ll be a time crunch, but you’ve got your reference letter already, right?”
“Abbot wrote it for me,” Samira says automatically, mind still whirling.
“Oh, great. I’m glad you asked him. Anyway, it shouldn’t take much for him to tweak it a bit, and I’m sure he’d do that for you.”
Samira places her hands flat on the desk in front of her, hoping the firmness beneath her hands will steady her. When did her heart start beating so fast? “You’re saying I should apply for a fellowship in emergency psychiatry?“
JANE: All is not yet lost. My trial…
GUILDFORD: Jane, that will be a farce.
JANE: It's a chance. I've been preparing. Even if I don't prove my innocence...you can live, my family can live. That is what I shall think about if...I shall think about you.
GUILDFORD: [attempts to smile but can't keep looking at her at the thought of her execution]
This one breaks my heart and I also mess it up half the time with 'of you' instead before I fix it, but 'about you' is where the power lies. Jane thinks that if she's executed, she'll think about Guildford in that moment, her last moment? I'm verklempt.
JYN: I'm not used to people sticking around when things go bad.
CASSIAN: [leaning in so close he casts a shadow over her face] Welcome home.
No notes! No notes! Joy of my heart :)
Langdon catches her as she’s coming out of North 2, popping up like an oversize jack-in-the-box, his sudden appearance jolting Samira out of thoughts of what tests she needs to run for David Armitage, 53, chest pains.
“Hey. You doing anything after work?”
It takes a second for his words to connect and then she eyes him warily. “Why are you asking me this?” It’s definitely the first time he’s ever inquired about her life outside the E.D. and she can’t even begin to guess why he’s asking.
“I want to talk through our plan of attack,” he says. Off her blank look, he adds, “For our R4.” She still doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and it must show on her face, because he sighs and makes an impatient gesture. “You know, what we talked about last week in the break room.”