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    Can't always be expected to have the most continuity, something mildly amusing to write, hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing, I think the stories are for the most part in the same 'verse' but I can't promise anything about them being in order, because I tend to write when I have the idea

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    Not always completely connected with surgical precision but I'm just flexing some of my writing muscles while I work on other things in the background. Usually connected in some fashion though...

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    So, while I'm undergoing medical treatment (an infusion of Vimizim, you can find more information on my tumblr page (LittleRoma) I write these little bits of fic. The Byers not that long, because unless I was working on them during the week, they're all done one handed, which can be such a pain to write. Anyway, my prompts is always open so just talk to me on my tumblr page. Roma

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  1. Public Bookmark 17

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    Sharon Goodwin stood at the head of the room like a priest about to deliver bad news at a funeral.
    “This year’s gala,” she began, voice clipped, “has a revised objective. The board wants long-term investment. Not just charity. They want loyalty. Roots. We need to convince people this hospital isn’t just a place for their money — it’s an institution they want to keep alive.”

    Silence.

    A few dull exhales.

    Will Halstead — of course — was the first to speak.

    “We should do a date auction.”

    April made a noise that could only be described as apocalyptic.

    Will kept going, with the kind of manic confidence only available to white men with bad ideas and no inner monologue. “We feature the female staff. Doctors, nurses. Elegant, tasteful, obviously. Let the investors see what they’re supporting — intelligence, beauty, warmth. Give them a real connection.”

    The temperature in the room dropped.

    “It was just an idea—”

    “A bad one,” Sarah said. “But let’s not waste it. Let’s repurpose it.”

    The silence pulsed. Sarah tilted her head toward Sharon—voice velvet, eyes diamond.

    “Flip the script. Auction the men.”

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    16 Feb 2026

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  2. Public Bookmark 22

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    Meanwhile, even their Captain saw the matter escalating and summoned Chim to help with breakfast and away from Buck for the rest of the morning by sticking him the side office catching up on his left-over paperwork. Later on, after several small calls with either the engine and RU or just the RU, they got a bit of a break which Buck decided to use as a time to use the gym portion of the station, particularly the bag as he hammered away on it with Jones holding it as best he could with as mad as Buck was, and as hard hitting as he was doing. Mumbling just loud enough that those close to him, including the nearby Chim who thought he could interrupt him again, calling things out like; “Partners, yeah right. In it together. Uh huh. Pinky promises made of water. Together through thick and thin.” All the while emphasizing each word with harder and harder hits to the bag and Jones holding it till, he called out the word “Togetherness,” and the bag flew up with Jones’ feet leaving the ground entirely and landing him in a heap on the floor stunned at the impact. Everyone was quiet at the Retriever, getting actually violent.

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    13 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 17

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    The gym at Gaffney was almost sterile at midnight—humming lights, the sharp tang of sweat, metal, and sterilized rubber matting. Only the sound of her breath broke the silence. Sarah Reese’s fingers curled around the pull-up bar, her palms slick, face flushed and arms shaking with the strain of her fourth set. Sweat trickled down her temple, grip starting to slip

    "Come on," she whispered to herself, determined. One more. Just one—

    “Didn’t peg you for the type who likes to suffer alone.” The voice slipped behind her like heat.

    She dropped with a sharp exhale, her shoes slapping the mat. Turned instinctively to the baritone the masculine voice carried. He was already watching her.

    Connor Rhodes leaned against the wall, dark joggers resting snuggly against his hips, Gaffney sweatshirt fitted against the expanse of his chest with the sleeves rolled to the elbows. A glint of sweat still clung to the edge of his jaw like he’d just scrubbed out of the OR. His smirk, lazy. Dangerous.

    OR Connor Rhodes catches Sarah Reese mid-work out on the pull-up bar and helps her. With her legs wrapped around his waist.

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    12 Feb 2026

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    Jee-Yun grows up in the shadow of all the ghosts of all the people who love her. It is not a particularly easy way to grow up, no matter how much they might love her. (Mistakes may not repeat, but sometimes they rhyme.) The village of people raising her do help soften the blow a little, though.

    Or: It's Jee's turn for the Buckley Generational Trauma

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    While Tony was undercover in Philly as 'Antonio DeAngelo', he got to know the Macaluso's next-door neighbor's kids, the Buckleys pretty well.
    Evan was a Houdini in training, and somehow, became an important part Tony's life and changed both of their lives for the better.

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