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The way this has now been added to my watch list. Because I was legit like "is this a call of duty game? is it related to modern warfare? is it a book series?"

Anddddddddddd I now I can't help but want a Baran who took an oath to do no harm and then Trinity is injured while they're in a firefight. And out comes a Baran who is her father's daughter at heart and picks off their attackers with a terrifying level of precision. And Trinity is like: jfc how did you do that? While Baran is like "will you believe me if I said my father loved taking me with for target practice."

Stahp, I'm wheezing because you KNOW Trinity's gonna nail all these incredibly difficult techniques and dances and Baran is gonna have this eye twitch going because the entire time Trinity's face is just

And Baran has literally seen her get more passionate over a free Redbull than she is about ballet. She's even whipped out a "fix your face" and had to immediately retract the statement because Trinity hits her with one of these

She KNOWS Trinity has passion, too. She's seen it in the way Trinity reacts to other things.

And so Baran makes it her mission to invoke passion for the art she's teaching - through any means necessary.

Olympian!Santos is so beloved in my heart but one of my favorites is a Trinity with dual citizenship. A Trinity who jumped through all the appropriate hoops and represented the Philippines multiple times. And it's the worst-best kept secret in the Pitt.

Forgive my prolonged silence, green heart. The battle of the office front has been fierce, and I have been pinned down beneath a relentless barrage of reporting and meetings. Though surrounded by spreadsheets, my thoughts have often strayed to you. Fate has finally been kind and my commanding officer (the calendar) has granted me a brief reprieve to write this little prompt.

It started with a sniffle.

Trinity had almost fallen out of her chair at the charting station when she heard it.

Not because it was a sniffle - that was a normal sound in the ED.

No, it was because of where the sniffle originated.

Baran.

Her girlfriend was looking down at her trusty iPad, examining the results of a scan when she sniffled.

By the end of their shift she had counted 14 sniffles, 3 sneezes and at least 2 attempts at clearing her throat. Sometime around the 5th sniffle the gossip group chat had been converted into a war room.

Perlah had ordered soup for lunch with the specific intention of getting Baran to eat it. Dennis had found Dana's secret stash of tissues and was leaving them strategically around the Pitt. Emma had quite literally sprinted out during her lunch break to grab a bag of cough drops Trinity informed the chat that Baran preferred from the nearest Giant Eagle Pharmacy.

"Here, let me drive. You relax." Trinity stole the keys from Baran's hand and very pointedly ignored the stink eye she was receiving. "Want to stop and pick anything up on the way to your place?"

"Don't think I haven't noticed you all treating me like spun glass today." The attending slid into the passenger seat with a huff, unwrapping another cough drop from deep within her pocket as she tried to clear her throat again.

Trinity scrunched her nose up, shaking her head as she started the vehiclr. "I wouldn't say spun glass... we just... wanna make sure you're okay." As she pulled out of the employee parking area she spared a glance in Baran's direction - the other woman was already conked out, head against the window, unwrapped cough drop resting in her hand. "Now is probably a great time to tell you Ellis, Shen and Abbot are covering your shift tomorrow." She made a note to turn off Baran's alarm when they got home.

In which Baran craves chocolate and eats the chocolate Trinity has stashed on the top door of the fridge behind the jarred bagoong and the purple yam jam her girlfriend was so fond of.

Turns out? Maybe she should read the label before eating tasty Belgian chocolate.

-

Trinity comes home to find Baran watching Remarkably Bright Creatures, curled up under possibly every blanket in the house, on the couch with all the lights off.

"You... okay?" She assumed a bad brain day... maybe even exhaustion from a seizure.

It took a minute but Baran blinked, looking away from the screen. "The walls are still breathing."

"... ominous..." And then she spotted the wrapper for her mushroom bar on the coffee table. "Oh boy. Oh mutya. That was 8 grams."

Maintaining eye contact is something Baran Al-Hashimi prefers - it tells her the person is actively engaged in the conversation, makes it easier for her to clock if someone is lying and... ok, sure, maybe she uses it as an intimidation tactic in the M.D. boys club. After all, it was still a 60/40 split even in 2026.

So when a certain pricklepear of an R2 can't maintain eye contact (she has definitely noted that Trinity's eyes lock on anywhere but her eyes) she aims to correct the issue.

Until she overhears Dr. Santos and Dr. King discussing the similarities between ADHD and Autism, both expressing that eye contact is distracting, exhausting, and incredibly overstimulating.

... or in Dr. Santos' words "the last patient demanded I look her in the eye and I wanted to tear my eyeballs out and put them in a blender with bleach."

All Trinity wants to do is sink her teeth into Dr. Al-Hashimi's neck-no, that's not right.

All Trinity wants to do is get through her shift, go home and sleep in her plush, cozy coffin bed. Maybe a little fast food on the way home - there was a creep hanging around that Emma mentioned a few times.

She just needed to get through these stupid charts... which would be 10,000 percent easier if Dr. Baran Al-Hashimi wasn't walking around smelling like she was born to tempt Trinity.

Bite her.

Shut up.

You are obsessed with her. Like father, like daughter.

T'iras loin dans la vie, go write some emo lyrics or something.

Rude, who raised you?

Fingers snapped in front of her face and Trinity zeroed in on Dana. "Santos? You're drooling... stop evaluating Dr. Al-Hashimi's ass and go save some lives."

-

In which this menace with 0 rizz

Was made immortal by this menace with questionable levels of rizz

And has an obsession with this process driven menace with natural rizz

Trinity grumbled as she yanked the weeds up from the flower bed - she'd been planning to come by her Lola's home at the end of the month to clean up the garden but the stupid HOA had threatened a fine. She'd gotten a call - her 89-year-old grandmother in a tizzy because she was on a fixed income.

She could hear Huckleberry in the backyard with the weed-whacker. The Nebraskan was having the time of his life back there - fueled entirely by the turon her grandmother had made for them.

"Who the fuck threatens an old lady?" She muttered under her breath, pulling the last stubborn weed from the ground.

"You cursed."

Trinity's soul left her body.

She turned slowly - facing down a young boy with unruly curls and big brown eyes. He was on the sidewalk clutching his very bloody elbow, a skateboard under his arm. "Uh... you're eavesdropping. What happened there?"

"Fell. My maman will clean it up when she's home from work."

Trinity's eyes fell to the injury again before she heaved a sigh and straightened, back and knees popping. "I'm a doctor. Let me patch that up for you so your arm doesn't fall off."

She was met with the most withering scowl a tween boy could level. "It will not. My maman is a doctor too."

"Great then she'll be happy you got free medical care from a doctor."

"Who the fuck puts Pedes on the 9th floor?" Trinity threw herself into the stairwell, took a few seconds to reorient herself before taking the stairs at a minimum of 2 at a time. She could hear surgeons a few floors down making their way down to the ED - stairs were faster than the elevators and the elevators would be getting packed with equipment for the incoming MCI.

The code was still echoing in her ears and Vahid's text that there had been an attack at the masjid would be forever burned into her brain. Baran had taken their son to to an event (because after 3 years of being with Baran, Omid was their son - Baran's, Trinity's, Vahid's, Vahid's husband Kevin's) and Baran had opted to help reorganize the food pantry until he was done.

If there was one thing that could get Baran to stick around it was the chance to redo a subpar spreadsheet.

"Whoa! Make room, noob." Garcia arm-barred a new surgical intern, pressing him into the wall as Trinity blazed passed them. "Never get between Santos and the ED. You'll be a patient."

Trinity barely registered the words, already slamming the ED stairwell entrance open and skidding to a stop in front of the nursing station. Emma didn't even look up from her task, coordinating with other hospitals via a nursing group-chat. "Santos! I already got word. She's enroute with a few others - Omid is fine, physically. A few cuts and bruises but overall the kids were unharmed. Dana is already getting everything prepped with Princess, Perlah and Mateo. Dr. J is coming down from psych to help. Dr. Whitaker is helping to coordinate with bloodbanks."

"And Dr. Al-Hashimi?" Trinity asked, green eyes wild - if Baran had called ahead she had to be alright.

It was Ogilvie passing by who spoke. "Fast track for the OR, between her and Abbot we'll have a whole attending."

Baran despises nicotine - no matter the form: cigarettes, vapes, chew? It's on sight.

She tries to encourage Trinity to quit vaping but the real hero of the Al-Hashimi household?

Baran's son taping a crayon-written paper to his door saying NO SMOKERS ALLOWED.

Trinity drops her vaping habit like a hot coal.

Victoria - as the one to convince her to take up the suit again, takes it upon herself to run Trinity's official Spidey socials but somehow they end up pulling Joy in as well. It's entirely by accident but Joy overheard her trying interrogate ask the IT department for tips and tricks and what exactly is a VPN?

Dennis is king of getting Trinity all the extra food - especially after Trinity brings up that fighting crime increases her caloric requirement to a minimum of 10,000 calories a day. Putting in all that extra farm time comes with bringing home so much extra free food.

And the best part is? Baran would have a huge hunch prior to the bleed out not because of the matching bruise patterns she has eyes, after all, and if a superhero gets their knee kicked out and then her prickly R2 is limping the next day the dots connect themselves but because her R2 and her favorite masked vigilante do the same dorky victory dance.

There was silence for a good 20 minutes, giving Baran time to get absorbed back into her book.

"And you'll be there the whole time?" Baran asked, watching Trinity hold her hair up in different ways, deciding on what she would be doing.

"I will. In the observation room. I tried to bully my way into the operating room but they said absolutely not. I even had backup." Trinity muttered as she pulled Baran's hair up, clipping it in place. "Garcia and Walsh have amazing resting bitch faces."

Instantly, the image of an upset chihuahua with two large dogs behind it came to mind and Baran struggled to keep from laughing. Especially not while her girlfriend was holding hair clippers with a confidence known only by a lesbian who maintains her twink roommate's hair. "I'm sure."

Trinity rolled her eyes and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of Baran's face. "You're sure you wanna go full side-buzz? I cornered Dr. Conley and asked her like 8 million questions. She said they only take about 2 to 4 inches anymore. I'm not sure if she was terrified or turned on."

"I would be terrified if I was cornered by a you, 3 redbulls in." Baran leaned back against the other woman for a long moment, staring at the two of them together in the bathroom mirror. "I'd rather control the cut than wake up to whatever they've butchered."

"Trinity... I'm going to ask you this one time."

Trinity spared a glance at her girlfriend who was white-knuckling the panic handle on her side of the car.

"Uh... yeah babe?"

"Do. Not. Drive. Behind. Logging trucks." Baran muttered, eyes clamped shut and Trinity clamped down on a laugh as she put her blinker on to get out from behind said logging truck.

... only to shift behind another.

"Shit."

"Oh..."

"Don't worry, we're not gonna get Final Destinationed."

"Do not speak that into existence."

Baran prided herself in taking an active interest in the things her son took a liking to - which was why he was passed out in their hotel room clutching a plushie of a clown named Art after a very long, very exciting and very expensive day at the convention and she was seated in a panel called Beyond the Physical: Medical Horror.

Of all the panels she had read through, this one had actually caught her attention. Apparently (according to the summary) it was a panel to discuss horror through a medical lens, looking to the deeper fears surrounding illness, identity, autonomy, and the human body.

The moderator walked in, dressed as Elvira, followed by two other women. "Sorry, the last panel went a little long. Allow me to introduce our panelists this evening. Dr. Emery Walsh, a surgeon and Dr. Trinity Santos, in emergency medicine. This is this room's last panel of the night so we can go as long as we want! Though, I think Dr. Walsh has a hot date after."

"I do, and she is." Dr. Walsh smirked, leaning back in her chair.

"And the only thing I have is a date with my hotel bed and the food network." Trinity grinned, "so! Horror in a medical environment."

Baran was locked in.

You would need to negotiate with my dom.