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What starts as a simple fuckbuddy situationship suddenly gets a lot more complicated when Frank returns to the Pitt.
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For a charity drive in support of Not One More Vet (NOMV.org) for veterinary medical professionals.- Language:
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14 Feb 2026
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Bingo by Anonymous
Robby jogged over and cursed as soon as he saw Mel’s condition. “Lay it on me.”
“It’s not her blood. She’s presenting with disorientation, head and chest pain, tingling in extremities,” the intern said as Robby kept glancing at the chaos around them, like he had bigger injuries to go chase. Finally, the intern took a deep breath. “She fell helping people on the lawn, I saw it. Possible concussion.”
“Good, okay, CT and full workup,” Robby said. “Get her up there before the masses clog it up.” He shook his head. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and you can walk it off, Mel.”
The intern, Rajapaska – it was Rajapaska, she realized, nodded furiously and hauled her inside. “We will most certainly not have you walk it off, Dr. King,” he said. “I may not know these US medications but I know a panic attack when I see one.”
He led her back inside and deposited her in the first wheelchair he saw. Providers jogged past him. Mel followed them with her eyes, knowing she should be jogging back out too. -
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“Do you know where you’re going?”
She realized it was a ridiculous question as it passed her lips, but Langdon looked at her, his eyes a little glassy, and shook his head no.
(Mel and Langdon take each other in.)
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13 Feb 2026
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I could use a heart (I could use a home) by somnatic
“When were you going to tell us about your secret boyfriend?”
Frank nearly spat out his coffee. Fortunately, Santos wasn’t looking at him, her eyes focused on Mel with the expression of a cat who had trapped a bird.
Mel shut off the sink and dried the spoon. “I don’t have a secret boyfriend.” She wanted to ask where Santos had heard that, but also wanted the conversation to be over as soon as possible. Her pulse had picked up a little bit.
“Oh, come on.” Santos glanced at Whitaker for support, although he didn’t seem to be matching her conniving energy. “You were at the bar, having fun with all of us”—that was subjective, Mel thought—“and then you start texting someone and smiling really big and then you go get into the front seat of a car with someone who was man-shaped.” She punctuated the end of her sentence by waving her hand in the air, as if physically demonstrating what “man-shaped” meant. “We all know about your secret boyfriend.”
Frank looked a little hysterical, keeping his mouth pressed to the lip of his cup like it could hide the way his eyebrows had shot into his hairline. She really had to stop glancing at him. -
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“Let me get this straight,” Mel says slowly. “You conned your way into the ER so you could tell me to get a life?”
“I wouldn’t put it quite like that.” Frank's face is serious, but his eyes are teasing. “But yes.”
“You know, this probably won’t be covered by your insurance,” she points out. “You just spent a couple hundred dollars to call me a loser to my face.”aka the con artist au
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11 Feb 2026
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a losing game by gallopinginsanity
“I’m serious,” he says impassively, but his eyes are dancing. “There’s a reason we’re called con artists.”
She stares at him for a second, and then a laugh escapes. “Alright,” she says, grinning. “I apologize for knocking your art form.”
“I appreciate that,” Frank says flippantly. “How would you feel if I called you a homeopath?”
Mel shrugs. “Aside from being straight-up wrong, I do have an accredited medical degree, so it doesn’t really matter what you call me.”
He squints at her. “It’s that exact superior attitude that made me drop out of med school.”
“Uh huh,” Mel says, smiling into her glass. “Tell me, was this before or after they found stolen drugs in your locker?” -
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It starts like this:
Frank gets caught. He does not voluntarily give up information about the stolen drugs – he gets caught.
Big difference.
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Frank Langdon and the years following that one shift.
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11 Feb 2026
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The Things We Do Are Hard by billspaid
He wonders, when they’re walking to grab lunch from the cafeteria – another one of Frank’s adventures in following Mel wherever she goes as if she’s pulling him on a leash – if she’s aware of the fact that she’s one of the few people at work technically keeping him afloat. He doesn’t want to bring it up, scared that she’ll try and tell him that he’s a competent and well-established doctor – he’s not sure he could handle that again - but it isn’t lost on Frank how unstable he’d be without her.
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Kate doesn't know when 'Kate Bishop' becomes a term of endearment in their friendship, but she's not willing to question it.
As long as it means that Yelena is here to stay, Kate is more than happy to hear her call her by her full name for the rest of their lives.
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09 Feb 2026
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warm by gaymess
“I didn't expect you.” Shrugging the duffel bag containing her compound bow and her quiver full of arrows, Kate follows her. She falls into stride with the blonde like they've done this a million times before.
She supposes that this is what they do now: Yelena shows up and they engage in friendly dialogue, before the assassin randomly decides that she's had enough and jumps off a building.
Kate swings around a businesswoman who looks like she will push anybody in her way in front of an oncoming car. “I haven't seen you in like, a month.”
“Twenty-seven days.” Yelena dances elegantly around all of the busy and bustling people of New York. It’s effortless like she’s a native New Yorker, used to the speed and the crowds. It almost distracts Kate enough to not notice how the woman has kept count of how many days it’s been since they last saw each other. But she notices.
It makes her smirk a little because Yelena missed her too .