The Holy Trinity

The holy trinity

Fuck whatever makes sense. I’m giving my girl the job even if it’s way too soon. She deserves it after carrying the team on her back for two whole years😌

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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A Chance Encounter (3/3)

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series) Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Category: Fluff Word count: 1.3K Series Summary: Ten years before meeting at Edenbrook, Ethan and Sawyer have a chance encounter during spring break.

Chapter Summary: Almost two years after moving to Boston and meeting Ethan Ramsey, Sawyer realizes her spring break dream guy and current boyfriend are the same person.

Part One | Part Two

Part Three: The Realization 

March 2024 - Boston, Massachusetts

“Okay, okay! Truce!” Sawyer surrendered with breathless laughter. She and Ethan, and most of the surfaces in the room, were dripping wet in the aftermath of their impromptu water fight at the kitchen sink.

Ethan playfully swatted her bottom with a dish towel before he started mopping up the countertop. “Hey!” she jumped with a laugh. “You started it, mister.”

“Uh-uh. You did when you gagged at my recipe idea.”

“Sorry, not sorry. But it was a terrible idea. Who puts raisins in pasta? Who puts raisins in anything? Gross,” she shivered in disgust. Changing the subject, “Hey, speaking of terrible things… did you hear about all those spring breakers who ended up in the E.R. last night?”

“I did. I saw it on the news as well. It’s a miracle no one drowned. Fifty people crammed onto a pontoon boat… what a bunch of drunken idiots,” Ethan commented and shook his head.

“So, I take it you never did anything crazy or reckless on your spring breaks?” She stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. “Did you even go on any spring break trips?”

“Once.” 

Nearly a year and a half since meeting in the lobby of Edenbook, Sawyer still hadn’t remembered their encounter over a decade ago. And Ethan didn’t want to tell her. He wanted her to realize on her own and was still hopeful she would. Something would eventually jog her memory and he wanted to witness the moment she finally connected the dots. The more senior doctor had always been fascinated with how his protege’s mind worked, how an everyday random thought became the key to unlocking a medical mystery. He wondered if it would be like that when she finally remembered. But then again, Sawyer didn’t even know there was a mystery to be solved, so maybe not. 

“Once what?” Sawyer asked, walking to the dining table to collect the wine glasses, “Once you were reckless or once–” She cut herself off as her foot slipped out from under her. “Whoa!” she yelped, clipping her elbow on a metal cabinet handle as she fell on her rump. “Owww,” she whimpered, cradling her throbbing funny bone. 

“Shit! Are you okay?” Ethan rushed to her side and crouched down. He peeled Sawyer’s hand away from her elbow and saw red. “Come here.” Scooping her into his arms, he stood and gently deposited her on top of the kitchen island. Reaching for a roll of paper towels, he tore a couple off. “Here, keep pressure on it. I’ll be right back.” A minute later he returned with a first aid kit. 

Needing a distraction from the throbbing pain, Sawyer watched him sort through the kit. “Tell me more about your spring break. I can’t quite picture you partying on the beach in Florida. Isn’t that where all the east coasters go?” 

“It was during med school,” he answered. “Tobias’ stepdad had a house at the beach, right on the water. We spent a few days there with a couple of other buddies from school. It wasn’t anything wild like the scene in Florida… pretty upscale… but Tobias did throw a big party while we were there.” Having gathered the needed supplies, he lifted the paper towels and examined the gash on her elbow. “What about you? Let me guess… Mexico? Lake Havasu? Vegas?”

She shook her head as she also assessed her injury. “I was on scholarship. I couldn’t afford to go anywhere. But sophomore year, my roommate invited me to go with her to New York. She was a nanny for a super-rich family from L.A. They let her bring a friend since she was giving up her spring break to travel with them.” 

Standing between her legs, Ethan cleaned the wound. When Sawyer turned her head and flinched from the sting of the antiseptic, he leaned down and blew on her elbow. 

Sawyer snapped her head back to him. When he lifted his eyes to meet hers, memories of her time in the Hamptons with a handsome young stranger came rushing back. The stranger who traveled with three friends and whose roommate had a wealthy stepfather who owned a house on the water. A medical student at John Hopkins. A coffee snob with eyes the same color as the ocean.

“You– You didn’t say where you went for spring break,” she commented quietly.

Ethan stepped away to dispose of the bloody gauze and paper towels. His back was to her when he answered. “The Hamptons.”

When he turned around, he saw the realization dawning in her glassy eyes. 

Sawyer stared back at him for a moment. "Moondoggie?" she asked softly, her throat suddenly tight as she swallowed her choked-up tears.

Ethan smiled as he returned to the counter and rummaged through the first aid kit for the right size bandage. 

“You’re… it was… it was you?" she stammered, putting the puzzle pieces together. As he applied ointment to her wound, her mind wandered to the countless times he had lovingly kissed and caressed the barely there scar on her thigh. "Why haven't you ever said anything?" 

"It was complicated. You were an intern. I was an attending. Cracking that door open would have made it even harder to keep things professional.” 

"When exactly did you realize?" she wondered. 

"In the waiting room of the E.R. The moment I saw and called you over to help,” he admitted, tearing the wrapping away from the bandaid. 

“But you acted like you didn’t know me.” 

“I recognized you immediately. How could I ever forget these bewitching green eyes?” he said, his knuckles caressing her cheek. “I just didn’t know your name.”  

She held her tongue as he concentrated on placing the butterfly bandage just right. When he was done, Sawyer slugged him. 

“Ow! What was that for?” he moaned, rubbing his shoulder.

“We met. We had this incredible connection. Had a magical night together. And thennn, we meet again ten years later, unable to resist each other, and you still don’t believe in soulmates?!” 

Ethan shrugged. “You know I believe in science, not star charts. There’s a perfectly logical explanation–”

Sawyer shook her head and cut him off before he bored her to death with scientific reasoning. “Ethan… I can’t believe this… you were my… my–”

“Spring break hook-up?” he tried to finish for her.

“No… well yes, but you were my– my first.” 

He stopped what he was doing and looked her in the eyes. “Are you serious?” 

“Yeah.”

“Well, clearly it was not very memorable,” he poked fun at himself as he started to move away and clean up.

Sawyer quickly grabbed his shirt and tugged him back. “Are you kidding?! I’ve never forgotten that night, Ethan. I never forgot how you made me feel,” she told him, wrapping her hands around his wrists to keep him close. “You know, the first time I saw a picture of you, I thought you looked like him. The guy I met on spring break. It was always at the back of my mind, but I figured it was just wishful thinking...” She trailed off, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “It's probably why I didn't recognize you as my medical hero when we saved that woman's life. Seeing you again short-circuited my brain," she chuckled. Locking eyes with him, her tone became more serious. "That guy from the beach was my dream guy. I’ve never forgotten him and I compared everyone who came after to him.”

“Is that so?” he asked in a near whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yes.” Sawyer shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t remember right away. I suppose once I started to get to know you… once I found the real thing… I didn’t need to hold onto the memory of the dream guy anymore.” She locked her legs around his waist and her arms around his torso, drawing him as close as possible.  

“I see,” he said, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Well, maybe if I play my cards right, I can be your first and your last.”

“Take me to the bedroom, Moondoggie,” she smiled. “You can be my first, last, and right now.”

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ethan’s reaction to marissa getting up in the middle of the night to get water or something & then coming back & giving him a lil smooch on his forehead thinking he’s asleep? what about if it was the other way around? im in a fluffy sappy mood lol 💖

Mal bestie<3 I love you sm! Thank you for sending such a brilliant of an ask. You inspired me to write this! ❤

IN YOUR ARMS (ETHAN x MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Marissa Sanders)

Book: Open Heart (Beyond)

Word Count: 642 words

Rating: Fluff

Warning(s): Few lines alluding to suggestive themes.

A/N: A bit late but inspiration struck and I couldn't stop myself from writing this! I hope you guys will enjoy this! Thank you ❤

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The outside world was still wrapped in a deep slumber, the night sky glowing with bright city lights from beneath, adorned with the pale crescent moon and endless vast of luminous stars from above. Its luminescence impenetrable through the spectacular ceiling-to-floor windows of his lavish apartment, unexpectedly, begrudgingly awakens his girlfriend during the fathomless night.

Two hours before his prompted alarm goes off, Marissa, still swathed in a dreamlike state, mindlessly searches for her phone on the nightstand to grasp the unruly time. 

2:47 A.M.

She silently drops the phone on the stand, splaying her right hand across the stand in search of the glass she keeps beside her, only to find an empty one.

Marissa releases a defeated sigh, mentally preparing herself to rouse out of the bed, and paddle across the bedroom to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water to quench her unrelenting thirst.

She throws on his shirt over her petite frame, carrying his intoxicating scent with her — the one mindlessly abandoned on the floor just a few hours ago, before they purely lost themselves into each other for an endless hour and hours of sweet pleasure, bodies moving in an ecstatic rhythm.

After a few minutes, that seemed hours to her, she returned to their room, fully sated, only to be transfixed by the vision in front of her.

Ethan peacefully laid asleep on their bed. One leg prompted up majestically; his facial features — calm and relaxed. The comforter barely clad on his glorious naked body. Marissa approached him with deliberate steps to avoid waking him up. 

She gently caressed his face, tracing the faint frown lines, going on a journey with her slender fingers, smiling to herself.

There are some things one can not describe why they do. What takes over them to do things having little to no effect.

Just pure and simple. 

Maybe they do have an effect, but Ethan wasn't in the state to gauge the simple effect.

She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead, her touch full of love and tenderness, before returning and making herself comfortable on her side of bed.

When suddenly, she feels him. His strong arm drapes across her lean body, pulling her close towards him. Ethan nuzzles her neckline eliciting a shiver down her spine.

“All this time, you were awake?” She inquired, chuckling, her laughter music to his ears.

“Mmmmh,” he hummed pleasantly as a yes, eyes still closed. “Perhaps it's instinct, but I'm able to sense whenever you are away in my sleep, and I seem to miss your presence whenever you leave my side, even for a minute,” he said, his voice reverberating a sense of vulnerability.

Marissa turned around to face him as Ethan opened his eyes. Blazing blues meeting her beautiful browns, creating the same scenery as it was behind their closed doors.

“You're drunk on sleep,” she jested. “Careful, Dr. Ramsey. To me that sounds evidence enough for the basis of being soulmates.”

An even beautiful smile broke out on his face.

“Jury's still out,” he quipped.

She gives him an aghast look before playfully hitting him on the shoulder as Ethan's laughter reverberates around the room.

“You're my righteous path when I'm lost, Marissa.”

That catches her off-guard at his sudden somber tone, his revelation. She closes her eyes, drinking in his words, her features softening and melting into complete adoration and love.

“Ohhh Ethan…” 

Ethan leaned towards her, kissing her forehead before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, leaving her heart fluttering.

“I love you.”

He said as he kissed the inside of her wrist, where 'I IV III' that meant the three words he just uttered in Roman numerals was tattooed. 

“I love you too, Ethan. So much.”

His heart soared at the mere words, the feeling igniting as she cuddled close to him, his arms always welcoming and comforting to her.

Soulmates. Maybe there was a biological basis to that.

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