Fics like the side that no one’s rooting for (but you stand by me)

“Those the same hands we let you operate in the ER with, Whittaker?” Frank’s voice cuts through the din, not exactly booming but stern and authoritative. The group clams up as Frank deposits the two cocktails for Samira and Trinity on the table, out of the way of the beer spillage. “I asked you a question.” “I - uh - it was —“ “You need to watch what you’re doing. Someone could have gotten seriously hurt.” His tone is dripping in hostility and poor Whittaker wilts under the scorn. Santos’ mouth twists unpleasantly and she takes a deep breath like she’s revving up to go toe to toe with Frank. “I mean, seriously, what were you thinking —“ “Frank,” Mel interjects, if only to stop the shouting match that is about to erupt. Frank turns to her, the tension leaving his face all at once. He studies her in that clinical way of his, scanning her body from head to toe, making his own mental diagnosis of what’s wrong and how to fix it. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Or, Frank is an asshole to everyone. Except when it comes to Mel. And Mel likes that.

Fics like the side that no one’s rooting for (but you stand by me)

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