Jupiter (Ethan X MC)

Jupiter (Ethan X MC)

Words count: 3 000

Warnings: angst & fluff 

Set in Chapter 19, after MC leaves Ethan in the atrium and meets her friends

Truth to be told, I was planning to take a little break from writing, as I am extremely self-conscious and I kind of dislike everything I create (well except my kid, she turned out pretty great) but then I’ve read Chapter 19 and was like ‘okay if PB can write shit, so can I’

This was written at the night while I was super angry with the chapter (and also have had two glasses of wine) and I never thought it would be shared but here I am sharing it and probably deleting when I am not so pissed at PB lol

As much as Chiara wanted to get drunk and have fun with her friends, there was a huge part of her that was still standing in the Edenbrook’s atrium next to Ethan. And without that part, she would never be able to properly enjoy her night out.

With that, she parted her way with her friends, encouraging them to drink for her too and after a while she was alone.

Ethan was clutching the handle of his leather briefcase so hard his knuckles have gone white. He had a reputation, a face to maintain, but the storm inside him was something utterly different than the indifferent expression he has been wearing on his face.

He wanted to follow Chiara, he wanted to spend this evening with her and her only, as she was the only person that could calm the tempestuous waters the storm has been causing.

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On a Night Like This - Ethan Ramsey x MC

He can almost hear the bells in heaven and the riot in hell as the gentle brush immediately turns ravenous, effectively blurring the line between right and wrong.

This moment is worth any risk.

The iconic Miami scene was captured by the most wonderful and talented gem, Anna [@ dzb.art / IG] 💙💛 That soft glow emanating from their hearts was her genius idea! I’ll be staring at this masterpiece forever 😍

The quote comes from the first kiss fic I posted on ao3 last year - you can find it here.

A Kiss on the Hand (Part 2️⃣)

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: None Category: Hurt/Comfort; Angsty Fluff Word count: 2.1K Series Summary: After realizing just how much they mean to each other, Ethan and Sawyer express their love through a sweet hand gesture. A/N: Artwork by the incredible @/artbyainna on Instagram. This is three-part series.

Part One: Soulmates

Part Two: Always Three Times

In his car after the memorial service … apologizing for his behavior when Louise showed up at Edenbrook … after making love at Dagger Mountain … before her flight to Las Vegas … the night of the gala … and a hundred instances in between. 

Those were all the times Ethan had held Sawyer's hand to his lips and kissed it. Always three times.

She found it charming the way he did it before saying "goodnight" or "goodbye." Other times, it was followed by "thank you." Occasionally, it was after “I’m sorry.” And sometimes, it seemed to be for no reason at all. 

Toward the end of her shift, Sawyer's phone vibrated in the pocket of her lab coat. It was Ethan calling.  

“Hi, how are y-” her greeting interrupted.

“Can you … can you meet me? I … I need s-someone to … I need you to drive me home … I would like to go home,” he slurred.

“What’s wrong? Where are you?” her voice was laced with concern.

“Uh … Ha-Harry’s.”

“Harry who?” Sawyer tapped open the map app on her phone and did a quick search. “Harry’s? Is that a bar? The one off of Commonwealth?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I’m calling for a car, okay? I’ll be there soon,” she promised.

Ethan's head was buried in his palms when Sawyer gently laid her hand on his shoulder a short time later. “Hey, you. Are you ready to go home?”

He lifted his head and turned to her in surprise. “You came for me?” 

“Of course,” she answered, softly running her fingers through the back of his hair. 

This was so out of character for him, Sawyer thought. Ethan was not one to get this inebriated. In fact, it was the first time she had ever seen him in an altered state.

“Did you settle up?” she glanced at the bartender who gave her an affirmative nod. With an appreciative smile, she turned back to Ethan and held out her hand. “Keys?” 

Aside from the “I’m sorry” he murmured falling into the passenger seat, Ethan was quiet during the drive home. 

When they got back to his apartment, he allowed Sawyer to take care of him. She managed to get him to hydrate and eat a piece of toast, only to watch him empty the contents of his stomach a short while later. After cleaning up, she helped him dress for bed and tucked him in.

Returning from the kitchen with another glass of water and aspirin, she warned, “You don’t have the ingredients for my miracle hangover cure, so you’ll have to settle for coffee and more aspirin in the morning.” She kissed his forehead, feeling sorry for him and the massive headache he would undoubtedly have the next day.

Sawyer got herself ready for bed, and joined Ethan under the covers. He rolled over to face her, taking her hand in his. Their arms each bent at the elbow, he clasped his fingers over hers, and stared intensely into her eyes.

“Are you challenging me to an arm wrestling match?” she raised an eyebrow and giggled.

Though she teased, Ethan was quite serious in his still drunken state. He brought her hand to his lips. One kiss. Two kisses. 

“How many was that?” he asked, fighting a big yawn.

“Two.”

He pecked it again. Three kisses. 

Sawyer was curious, “Why three times?” 

Ethan clumsily attempted to interlace their fingers. “Hmm?”   

“When you kiss my hand … it’s always three times. Why?” 

Inhibitions forgotten, he answered, pressing his lips to the top of her hand again. “I-” 

Then again, “Love-” 

And a third time, “You.” 

Sawyer's eyes welled up as she returned his love-struck smile. All those times before and she never realized. 

Struggling to keep his eyes open, she stroked Ethan's cheek, quickly lulling him to sleep. 

When his snores were loud enough to drown her out, she whispered, "I love you too, Ethan Ramsey."

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A couple weeks later, a howling nor’easter had settled over Boston. The devastating storm brought heavy rain, flooding, and hurricane-force winds. The city was already experiencing widespread power outages. Traffic lights were out, trees were blown over, roofs were torn off, and cars floated down streets that had turned into rivers.

While all of that was happening outside, there was another storm brewing within the walls of Edenbrook. In a private office on the fifth floor. 

Sawyer threw her head back in frustration, “Annnd, here we go again.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You always make it about my career! Ethan, I don’t need to be a famous or groundbreaking physician like you or Naveen or Harper. That’s not my goal. That's not why I got into medicine.”

“And you think that’s why I got into medicine?” he retorted.

“I know it’s not. But the fact is, that's the direction your career took, and it's the standard by which you judge mine.”

“That’s not true!" he objected. Vexed, he ran his hand through his hair. “Look, I know you don’t seek fame or prestige … but you did choose Edenbrook because you wanted to learn from the best. You are incredibly smart, Sawyer. The way you connect the dots to solve a case … I’ve never witnessed anything like it. I can only imagine the kinds of medical mysteries you will be able to solve, and the number of people you will be able to help … with the right training and resources. You have so much potential, and I don’t want to see it wasted or taken for granted at a place like Kenmore,” he disdained. “Not when you can finish your residency somewhere more prestigious and worthy like-”

“With an ethics trial and a two-month psychiatric leave of absence on my record? Ethan. I’ll be lucky if I get selected for residency at Boise Medical Center.”

“No one is going to pay attention to that,” Ethan argued, “... not when they see your name attached to the baumannii-bacteriophage diagnosis. And not when they see you were a junior fellow on the most sought after diagnostics team in the U.S. Plus, you have stellar references from both Naveen and me.”

Having gotten slightly off topic, Sawyer exhaled a deep breath and rubbed her forehead. 

“I don’t understand you, Sawyer. I’m telling you that I’ve made the decision to go wherever you want so we can stay together. I am willing to make this sacrifice for our relationship. I thought you’d be happy. I thought that’s what you’d want.”

“How would you know what I want? You haven’t bothered to ask!” With a sigh, “God, Ethan … when are you going to get it? It’s not about what you decided … it’s about the fact that you decided … you always decide what’s best for the both of us. You did it in Miami, and when you ran off to the Amazon-”

Gesturing between them, “Do you not want this anymore?” he cut her off curtly. 

"I don't know if that's genuine concern, or if you’re just being an asshole, but please don't go there," she fumed. “Of course I want this. Us. All I'm asking for is a conversation … one where we decide our future together. I don’t want you to resent me later because you sacrificed everything while I got everything I wanted. This is a big decision and I think it’s only fair that I have a seat at the table, Ethan.”

Suddenly their pagers sounded off, summoning them to the emergency room. The hospital was just a few weeks from closing, and many doctors had already transferred, leaving Edenbrook’s trauma center severely short-staffed. Naveen had called on every available resident and attending to fill the gaps.

“I guess we’ll have to finish this later,” Sawyer stood to leave.

“It’s probably for the best. This is neither the time nor the place to have this discussion.” 

"Right," she muttered under her breath, as working 16-hour clinic shifts seven days a week had not given them much time to have an at-length conversation.

They walked in silence toward the elevator bay, Sawyer trailing a few paces behind. She saw Ethan press the elevator button, but continued down the hall.

“Where are you going?” he called out.

“I’m taking the stairs,” she replied coldly.

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Several hours had passed since their argument, but with the emergency room packed with storm-related injuries, Sawyer hadn’t had much time to dwell on it.

Waiting for an inbound ambulance, she propped herself against the wall and took a moment to catch her breath. No longer running the ABCs of trauma assessment in her head, her mind wandered back to the petty quarrel with her boyfriend. They didn’t fight often, but when they did, they were usually quick to resolve things. To signal the end of each squabble, Ethan would always kiss her hand three times.

It bothered her that this argument still hung over them. Her indignation had subsided and she felt regretful for walking away in anger. She didn't mean to come across as ungrateful either. She was touched that Ethan would be willing to uproot his life in Boston for her. It meant a lot, even if she needed more convincing that it was the right thing to do.

Behind her, she heard his voice giving instructions to a nurse. Sawyer turned around, saw him walking towards her, and met him halfway.

“Hey, can we talk real quick?” she asked. “Wait … why are you wearing scrubs? And a jacket? Where are you going?”

“Boston F.D. needs more hands in the field," Ethan began to explain. "EMTs are struggling to keep up with the incoming calls and the road conditions are causing delay in response time. Not to mention the E.R. is overwhelmed. They’ve requested a few doctors to ride along and administer time-saving treatment in the field, and I volunteered.”

“No! It’s not safe out there. Look around,” she pleaded. “We just treated two EMTs who were hurt because a tree crashed on top of their rig … and … and a firefighter before that who got swept away in floodwaters...”

In an instant, their fight was completely forgotten, as anger and frustration gave way to fear and worry.

Acknowledging her anxiety, he tucked the loose strand of hair that escaped from her messy bun behind her ear. 

“It will be okay … we’ll be careful. And you and I will talk later. I promise.” He glanced over her head, through the rain-splattered glass door, where red lights flashed. “I really need to go, they’re waiting for me.” He gave her a reassuring squeeze on the wrist before reaching for the door. 

“Ethan, wait,” she tugged him back. 

Sawyer raised his hand to her lips and kissed it three times, never breaking eye contact.

She saw the moment it clicked for him … what she was doing … what she was saying. She watched as the edges of his mouth curved into a slight smile. 

Despite having agreed to a no PDA rule at work, Sawyer did not care at that moment. Apparently, neither did Ethan. Cupping her face in his hands, he placed a tender kiss on her lips, then on her forehead.

“And I you … more than anything,” he whispered before turning and walking out the door.

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Sawyer stood at a desk situated in the middle of the emergency room, dictating lab orders to Megan, one of the trauma nurses. When a distinct ring pattern interrupted them, the nurse held her finger up to ask Sawyer to hold for a minute. Pressing the intercom button, Megan readied herself at the computer. 

“Edenbrook Trauma Center, go ahead,” she answered.

“This is Aid Car 23. We are inbound, ETA five minutes. Requesting level-1 trauma on arrival.”

Checking the E.R. board, she replied, “23, your request is granted. Go ahead.” 

“Patient is male, mid 30’s, status post-MVC, GCS 8 at the scene. Unrestrained at the time of the accident. Decreased breath sounds … obvious trauma to the chest … major head lac … tachy’s to the 120’s … BP is low and dropping fast.”

“Thank you, 23. We’ll be ready,” Megan confirmed.

The intercom cracked to life once more, “Edenbrook, be advised … patient is one of your own … Dr. Ethan Ramsey.”

Part Three: I Know What You Mean

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“The Fifth Call”

Synopsis: After disaster strikes Boston and Edenbrook, Charlie just wants to get Ethan on the phone…

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x MC (Charlie Greene)

Choices Story: Open Heart (set during Chapter 14)

Rating: Teen (literally just one f-bomb)

Words: 1107

Ring. Ring. Ring. “This is Dr. Ethan Ramsey. Please leave a name and number-“

Fuck. Voicemail, again.

Charlie disconnected the call, falling deeper into the plastic, waiting room chair. This was her fourth try to call Ethan, and it was just as unsuccessful as the last. It had taken her hours to dial his number the first time, terrified to press call and face him after days of not speaking. When Ethan left Edenbrook, he left Charlie, too. He walked right past her pleading attempts to get him to stay, and the rejection lingered.

But it had been days since she’d heard from him, and after tonight, she just needed to hear his voice.

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You either die a hero

Or live long enough to see yourself become the villain

Shattered

Words count: 5 200

!!! WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH; DEATH; FUNERAL; TRAUMA; ALCOHOL CONSUMING; SUICIDAL THOUGHTS; MENTIONS OF ILLNESS

seriously guys this is very very very dark and angsty, there is no glimpse of anything else.

Author’s note: okay, the angsty fic is here. PLEASE, read the warnings and consider if you want to read it. I would hate to cause some triggering feelings in anyone, so please if you are not sure, DO NOT READ. The story will not be relevant for any other of my fics, it is really just angsty one-shot that I needed to write and will not be mentioned ever again. You won’t miss anything important because my other fics will be pure fluff again - there is a fluffy fic about Ramsey family coming where they are all happy and healthy and very much alive. (for more notes, see the end of the story)

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