Badger666
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Amazing Grace, How Bright the Stars, That Saved a World Like Me! I Once Was Lost, in Endless Dark, Now Earth can Finally Breathe by Badger666
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types, The Gray Man (2022), The Nice Guys (2016), The Fall Guy (2024), Lars and the Real Girl (2007)
03 Jul 2026
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“Let me ensure I understand correctly,” Yao counted slowly on his fingers.
“Your oldest brother is an alcoholic private detective.”
“Yeah.”
“Your second brother killed your abusive father.”
Grace nodded sleepily. “Self-defense mostly but yeah.”
“Your third brother is in a committed relationship with a sex doll.”
“Bianca is very nice
Yao continued as though he had not heard that.
“And your twin brother throws himself off buildings
Grace thought about it. A very long exhausted pause. “…Yeah that about sums it up.”
Silence again.
Stratt looked at Yao.
Yao looked at Stratt.
The realization passed silently between them with horrifying clarity.
So Grace—
This exhausted, socially awkward, disaster of a scientist currently clinging to Eva Stratt like a drowning kitten—
Was the normal one.
God help them all.
Stratt stared down at him for another second before one particular detail from earlier finally circled back around.
“You slept with Tom Ryder.”
Grace nodded against her shoulder.
“Mmhm.”
“The internationally famous actor.”
“Yep.”
“How?”
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Chris lay still for a moment, listening.
One snore was deep, rumbling, and familiar—the kind that vibrated slightly through the mattress. Phil. Predictable. Reliable. Sounded like a warp core settling in for the night.
The other—
Chris turned his head slightly and blinked.
Leonard McCoy was sprawled on his side next to Phil, one arm flung over a pillow, mouth slightly open, producing a sharp, offended little snort every few seconds—like sleep itself had personally insulted him and he was protesting.
Chris bit his lip to keep from laughing.
“Well I’ll be damned,” he murmured under his breath. “He does sleep.”
Phil snored louder, as if in agreement.
Chris shifted his gaze downward.
Jim was awake.
(Leonard and Jim are kids and survivors of Tarsus IV… Chris and Phil took in two very traumatized, feral boys… what the hell could possibly go wrong?? Oh… right… Klingons… and emotions.)
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The sirens were wrong.
Robby knew that before he even knew his own name.
They weren’t the controlled, purposeful wail he had spent decades trusting, the sound that meant movement, action, intervention. These sirens were jagged, tearing through his skull in uneven bursts, like something wounded and screaming instead of something racing to save a life. His life. Or what was left of it. The world came to him in fragments: heat pressed against his skin, the thick, suffocating warmth of a July night clinging to him like a second body; the acrid tang of gasoline and burned rubber coating the back of his throat; something wet and sticky along his ribs. Blood, distantly, clinically, he recognized it, too much of it. Not arterial spray. Slower. Internal, maybe. That thought should have alarmed him. It didn’t.
Nothing did. Not anymore.
(Robby crashes His Motorcycle… goes through Medical Neglect, becomes Paralyzed, and Brings His Team Together… But at What Cost?)
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Carter didn’t mean to.
God, he didn’t fucking mean to.
He sat hunched on the floor of the dirty bathroom, knees up to his chest, arms wrapped around his middle like he could squeeze the truth out of him, like maybe he could wring the life back out through his pores. The pregnancy test lay on the cracked tile like a taunt. Pink. Positive. Final.
The overhead bulb buzzed like a dying insect. Flickered every few seconds like God was blinking at him—watching. Judging.
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Carter is a med student. A broke, burned out, barely-holding-it-together father of two. Rotations were brutal. The hours were long, the pay was non-existent, and the patients kept bleeding, coding, and throwing up all over his scrubs.
But damn… he was the luckiest Son of a bitch.
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