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corie-the-writer · 4 years

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Ignite Prologue

Summary: Kelly Severide & Chloe Voight had started a friends with benefits arrangement, what happens when they finally express their true feelings for each other and it seems like fate is trying to keep them apart? Will they continue to ignite each other or will the flame fizzle out?

The way his large warm hands felt against the flesh of her skin had her head swimming, the way his sweaty chest brushed against hers as he thrusted in and out of her had her clawing gently into his wrists. The way his hands would wrap around her wrists at either side of her head, his hot breath blowing against her skin as she reached her climax, his thrusts deepening to match her own orgasm.

"Kelly..." The dark haired woman breathed out, her head falling back further as another climax approached quickly.

"Shit Chloe..." Lieutenant Kelly Severide moaned as his thrusts quickened into the dark haired woman, his hands gripping her small delicate hands as he found his release quicker than he had planned, spilling himself inside of her as his mouth found hers, taking her breath away yet again.

Kelly Severide had found an arrangement with Chloe Voight almost six months ago. He had been friends with the young detective for almost ten years, and there had always been a sexual attraction between the two. For the longest time, both of them had resisted the magnetic pull between them. That was until one night after a few too many rounds at Molly's. Chloe had been dancing in the bar with Kim and Hailey, when a man had began to dance against Chloe. Kelly had been watching from his seat at the table a few feet away, and he had a sudden sense of jealousy run through his being at the sight of a man touching the long dark haired woman. He had finished off his beer, and made his way across the room, pulling the woman against him, glaring at the man who immediately tried to protest. Chloe had giggled into Kelly's chest, and the night was history.

Since they were both coming out of toxic relationships, Kelly had led Chloe back to his place, which was not uncommon for them to have sleep overs after drinking. The only thing that had changed was that night, Kelly had gotten the courage to kiss the woman, and before either of them realized what was happening, they ended up in bed together for the first time.

For the first time after a one night stand, Kelly didn't find it awkward the next morning. He had woken up to make coffee, bringing Chloe a cup of coffee while he went back into the kitchen to make breakfast for them both. Once Kelly had made the breakfast, he had taken both his and Chloe's plate back into the bedroom, ate in silence, and then once they were done, they had fallen back asleep for about two hours. That was the day that Kelly had decided to ask Chloe to become his friends with benefits, no strings attached. That was nearly six months ago, and things have drastically changed. Kelly has developed feelings for the woman, and he wasn't sure what to do about it.

"Jesus..." Chloe breathed out as Kelly fell beside her on the large bed, causing Kelly to chuckle lightly, glancing to the woman to see her olive cheeks now rosy, her skin glistening with sweat, her heart nearly beating out of her chest, coming down from the sexual high.

Kelly had put a hand on his chest, trying to calm down his heart beating and took the time to appreciate Chloe's facial features. Her swollen lips, her bright green eyes a little lighter, the relaxed look sketched across her olive skin, her dark brown hair scattered across the pillow under her head. He couldn't deny just how beautiful she truly was, with or without make-up.

The firefighter had confided in his best friend Matt Casey about his true feelings for the woman, not entirely sure how to go about the conversation he needed to have with her, to see where she stood.

"I'm starving..." Kelly noticed that his stomach was getting ready to growl, then glanced to the clock to see that it was going on ten thirty at night, "That Mexican restaurant is still open, want me to go pick up food for us?" Kelly questioned watching as Chloe fluttered her eyes open with a sleepy smile.

"You know I'm not going to deny any food after great sex." Chloe chuckled when Kelly smiled from ear to ear, "Want me to call to place the order?" Chloe questioned and watched as the man gave a nod, knowing that the restaurant didn't take long to whip up food, watching as Kelly got out of the bed in all his glory to grab his boxers and jeans.

"Yeah, can you get me the usual?" Kelly questioned buttoning his jeans and heading out of the room to head to the bathroom.

Chloe had made the call, ordering what Kelly had usually gotten, and then what she had wanted to eat for the evening. Moving to the edge of the bed, Chloe spotted her panties and Kelly's flannel shirt, so she had grabbed the underwear to put on, and then slipped on the blue flannel and buttoned it up, then rolled up the sleeves. Tilting her head over, Chloe gathered all of her hair and piled it on the top of her head and secured it with an elastic band.

"It's ordered. He said it would be about fifteen minutes." Chloe commented climbing back into the bed as Kelly walked into the bedroom.

"Okay, I'll be back." Kelly moved to grab his gray firehouse t-shirt and slipped on his shoes, "Try to not fall asleep before I get back. I won't be responsible if I eat all of your food." Kelly teased causing Chloe to playfully gasp.

"You wouldn't..." Chloe held a hand to her heart playfully causing Kelly to chuckle lightly as he grabbed his wallet and shoved it in his back pocket.

Chloe watched as Kelly winked at her as he looked back at her as he walked out of the bedroom, and Chloe found herself sinking into the large mattress and cover. Leaning back against the headboard, the woman had decided to grab her phone and noticed an unknown number had sent her a text message. Furrowing her eyebrows, Chloe had decided to ignore the text as she laid back in the bed and closing her eyes. Hearing the front door to her apartment slam shut, Chloe's eyes popped open.

"Kelly?" Chloe had called out, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Listening quietly for a moment, not hearing the firefighter's voice.

Quietly moving out of the bed, Chloe grabbed her gun from the night stand and tip toed to the bedroom door that was closed, and went to reach for the door knob, realizing how hot the handle was and winced.

"What the..." Chloe used the sleeve of the flannel to open the door and gasped seeing her entire living room filled with fire and smoke, and quickly shut the door, "Oh god, oh god..." Chloe started to freak out as she ran to the bedroom window trying to figure out how to fit through the small window. She knew that there was no way that she could fit through the small gap, and she always knew that the windows were extremely durable and couldn't not be broke easily, a request from her father when she moved into the apartment, for her safety.

Chloe noticed that the flames were starting to come through her bedroom door, and quickly reached for her cell phone on the bed, immediately calling 911, and once the dispatcher had informed her the firetrucks were on the way, Chloe had called Kelly.

Kelly answered the phone while Chloe had started to cough, "Th..there's a fire..." Chloe coughed out, "I can't...I can't get out Kell..."

"Just hang on, okay? I'm almost there..." Kelly instructed, "Get something to cover your mouth baby, and try to breathe." Kelly added.

Chloe ran to the window, sticking her head out the window and looking around the apartment building to see that the top floor was smoking. She had tried using the fresh air to catch her breathe, but she had started feeling light headed.

"Baby?" Kelly spoke into the phone as the device dropped to the floor, and before Chloe could catch herself, her knees buckled, legs giving out, and she had fell to the floor.

Kelly whipped around the street corner of Chloe's apartment to see Firehouse 51 piling out of their trucks, with the entire Intelligence Unit following suit in their vehicles. Kelly barely put his car into park before jumping out and rushing to the scene.

"Severide..." Chief Boden stopped Kelly from approaching.

"Chief, Chloe's window is indestructible. She's trapped in there." Kelly stated, his heart beating fast in his chest and looked to Capp and rushed towards him, "Give me your gear..." Kelly nearly pleaded and the man immediately started to undress his gear and started handing over the pieces to Kelly, "If that window gets opened now, the entire room will be engulfed." Kelly stated as he hooked up his oxygen tank, and rushed towards the front door to the apartment complex.

Kelly felt a hand on his shoulder, seeing his best friend Matt Casey, "We'll get her." Matt promised, and then directed everyone else to search the rest of the building, before following Severide through the front door.

The lieutenant's heart was hammering in his chest as he saw the hallway engulfed in flames and smoke. This entire scenario had scared him to the bone, knowing that Chloe was trapped in her bedroom. He had some how went into auto pilot, kicking in the apartment door with Matt right beside him. The two men seemed to move in synch as Kelly went straight for Chloe's bedroom, and quickly kicked in the door.

Kelly's bright blue eyes spotted the dark haired woman laying unconscious on the floor in his flannel. Kelly quickly grabbed the blanket on the edge of the bed and moved quickly to cover Chloe with the blanket and lifted her with ease in into his arms.

"Hang on for me baby..." Kelly whispered to the woman, holding her close to him, to make sure that she was secure from the flames surrounding them. Matt stood in front of them, guiding them out of the bedroom, back into the living room, and into the complex apartment. The flames had grown bigger, and Kelly knew that he needed to get her unprotected body out of harms way.

"We're gonna have to make a break for it." Matt spoke to Kelly, accessing the damage around them growing quick.

Kelly gave his friend a nod, holding Chloe closer to him while Matt positioned himself in front of them to try to protect her skin from the flames. Kelly and Matt quickly moved in sync out of the apartment, as Kelly made his way to the pavement of the road, he had laid Chloe down, uncovering her from the blanket and noticed that she wasn't breathing.

"Chloe..." Kelly began to panic, "No, no..." Kelly quickly began to do CPR, "Brett!?" Kelly shouted out, tears building in his eyes.

"CHLOE!?" Hank Voight's voice was loud as he approached, Kelly continued to do CPR as Brett and Emily quickly approached with a stretcher.

"Come on baby, don't do this to me..." Kelly didn't realize that tears started to pour down his face as Matt pulled him back to allow Emily and Sylvie to work on her.

"What the hell happened?!" Hank Voight shouted into Kelly's face, "What happened?!"

"I uh...I don't know. I went to get food and then she called me saying that her apartment was on fire and she was trapped." Kelly couldn't tear his eyes away from the woman who claimed his heart, watching as the two co-workers were preforming CPR. Kelly felt like his legs were going to give out, and was sure that if Matt had taken his hand off of his shoulder, he would have fell to the ground right then.

Kelly watched in shock as Chloe was about to get shocked but gasped for air, her body shooting to sit up, and gasping for air.

"Oh god..." Kelly rushed to Chloe, his arms wrapping around her, her small hands trembling against his arm as Brett checked her over further, with Hank Voight standing on near the foot of the stretcher.

"You need to go to med to get some oxygen and be observed for the night." Brett spoke gently after her brief exam.

"Chloe, what the hell happened?" Hank questioned his daughter.

"I don't...I don't know..." Chloe spoke hoarsely, "Kelly left to get food, I noticed I had a text message from some unknown number, I didn't bother checking it. I laid down and heard the sound of the apartment door slam shut. I thought it was Kelly, and when I didn't get an answer, I grabbed my gun, went to the bedroom door realized that the living room was on fire." Chloe explained, "I called 911, and then I called Kelly, and then I woke up out here." Hank Voight looked to his daughter, noticing how Kelly Severide was examining the burn marks on her hand gently, "Have you noticed anyone following you?" Hank questioned to the dark haired woman, causing her to look up to her father with furrowed eyes.

"No, not that I have noticed." Chloe coughed, "Why?" Chloe questioned.

"Do you think someone did this to get to Chloe?" Kelly questioned.

"Guys, can we continue this conversation at Med?" Brett questioned.

The two men nodded their heads, "Hey Casey, can you drive my car to the hospital, I want to ride with Chloe..." Kelly stopped his best friend, and watched as he nodded his head, "Thank you." Kelly spoke with gratitude.

Kelly helped Brett push the stretcher into the back of the bus and climbed in and sat down next to Chloe and made sure to be out of Brett's way as Emily got into the front to drive to Chicago Med.

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myonechicagoworld · 4 years

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CHICAGO FIRE - MON AMOUR (S01E02)

Heather Darden: Okay, guys, let’s get you whatever you want,

okay?

Kelly Severide: Heather.

Darden Boys: Hi Kelly!

Kelly Severide: Hey! Hey! Hey, guys.

Heather Darden: [nervous laugh] Okay, okay, kids, let’s go in

[nervous laugh].

Kelly Severide: Hey, how are you doing?

Heather Darden: I’m good, Kelly. I gotta go in.

Kelly Severide: Uh…H-H-Hey…Wait, I’ve…been meaning to come

by and…

Heather Darden: Just save it, really.

Kelly Severide: Come on. Andy and I were…

Heather Darden: Stop…right there. Andy never even would have

been a firefighter if it weren’t for you.

[somber music]

[siren wailing in the distance]

cutscene

[siren wailing]

Landlady: Didn’t I tell you, don’t plug nothing in? Look at this!

[indistinct chatter]

Landlady: You know what time it is?

But you want to play, Mr. Flamethrower, huh? What y’all

lookin’ at?

You better pray for him.

[firetruck door shut]

Landlady: You know what, you in a world of trouble now.

Matt Casey: Smells like a grease fire.

Jose Vargas: We’ll bring the ANSULS.

Matt Casey: Up on the roof, ready to vent, just in case.

Firefighter: Okay.

Otis Zvonecek: Ma’am.

Landlady: Kinda thick, ain’t you?

Let ‘em in, idiot!

[indistinct chatter]

[door handle jiggling]

[door kicked open]

Matt Casey: Sir, you gotta move out of here.

Joe Cruz: That’s it?

Matt Casey: Hit it!

Otis Zvonecek: Anything to piss off the engine.

[fire extinguisher spraying]

Matt Casey: Come on, buddy, you gotta go.

Tenant: I can’t.

Matt Casey: I’m not asking.

Tenant: My hot plate caught on fire. My landlord will kill me. I got no

place to go. I can’t go! I can’t! I can’t! [pants]

cutscene

Tenant: [coughs]

Matt Casey: Ma’am, is this your place?

Landlady: You damn right it is.

Matt Casey: That your microwave down in the basement?

Landlady: Oh, what of it?

Matt Casey: Frayed electric cord that started this. Place would’ve

burned to the ground if not for this man. He’s a hero.

Otis Zvonecek: Sir, I just want to say, never seen a civilian act so

bravely.

Landlady: Get over here. I was so worried about you.

Firefighter: Yo fool, that’s not what we taught you!

Kelly Severide: Hey! Candidate! One hand on the beam, candidate!

I don’t care if you’re carrying a damn cow! Men die

when they relax.

Matt Casey: Okay, Kelly. He gets it.

Kelly Severide: Yeah, he better.

Matt Casey: He’s right. One hand on the beam no matter what.

Peter Mills: Yeah, okay.

Gabby Dawson: Next Wednesday, can you…can you do my shift

for me?

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: I have a thing.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, that should be fine.

Gabby Dawson: Oh. Right. Right.

Kelly Severide: Hey.

Leslie Shay: Hey.

Kelly Severide: I need something.

Leslie Shay: [sighs]

It’s the last one.

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

Leslie Shay: I mean it.

Kelly Severide: Right, it’s all good.

- Title Screen -

Otis Zvonecek: What’s with the goat?

Joe Cruz: What?

Otis Zvonecek: The Truck 81 seal, or symbol, or w-whatever it’s

called, it’s a goat.

Joe Cruz: It’s a fighting goat.

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, t-they’ve got Cerberus, the three-headed

dog that guards the gates of hell. We got a

friggin’ goat.

Kelly Severide: Morning.

Matt Casey: Morning.

Kelly Severide: Hey. How are the Darden kids doing? You talked to

Heather at all?

Matt Casey: Uh, yeah. As good as can be expected, I suppose.

You seem ‘em?

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

Matt Casey: I hear they’re coming to the barbecue.

Kelly Severide: Good.

Matt Casey: Yeah.

cutscene

[knocks on doorframe]

Kelly Severide: Hey, Chief, you got a second?

Chief Boden: Sure, Kelly.

Kelly Severide: Looking for a few extra shifts this month. How’s

Saturday sound?

Chief Boden: Saturday’s barbecue.

Kelly Severide: I’ve been there before.

Chief Boden: No way. Every man on deck on this one.

Kelly Severide: Chief, I could really use the cash…

Chief Boden: Ask me next month.

Kelly Severide: Okay.

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: Hey, hey, check it out [laughs].

Joe Cruz: Oh, yeah! Best benefit all year, boys!

Jose Vargas: He’s not lying.

Mouch: We’re there when you feed us.

Joe Cruz: Hey, you know about fire fans, Peter Mills?

Otis Zvonecek: They’re chicks who follow firemen like flies to

honey.

Joe Cruz: Bees, Otis. ‘Bees to honey.’

Otis Zvonecek: Whatever, we’re still the honey.

Hey Lieutenant, why do we have a goat on our

truck?

Matt Casey: Years ago, Truck 81’s first fire was at a goat farm in

Little Italy.

Otis Zvonecek: Really?

Matt Casey: Mmhmm.

Mouch: Nah, they used to have a goat at the station, so they didn’t

have to mow the grass.

Otis Zvonecek: Huh. I thought that’s what candidates are for.

Joe Cruz: [snickers]

[PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Smoke-eater in the house.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, no way.

Joe Cruz: [claps]

Squad Table: [loud cheers]

Christopher Herrmann: Hey!

[loud cheering and clapping]

[ambulance door shuts]

All: Welcome back.

Otis Zvonecek: Jeez, man.

Christopher Herrmann: They ticked a nerve in my leg. I may not

walk straight again.

Jose Vargas: Candidate, get him a chair!

[chair rolling across floor]

Christopher Herrmann: Thanks, kid.

Ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a

second fellas, are any of my kids around

here? My wife or her parents?

Otis Zvonecek: No, why?

Christopher Herrmann: What the hell? I’m healed! Ah! [cheering]

I’m healed! It must have been living with

my damn in-laws that was breaking me

down!

Ah! All right, I’m not that healed.

Matt Casey: You ready to get back?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Chief Boden: Glad you’re back, Herrmann. We’re a better house

with you here.

Christopher Herrmann: Thanks, Chief.

Chief Boden: Uh, later we’re going to have a white board session

about what happened in the Darden incident last

month. I expect you all to be there. But on another

note this is Nicki Rutkowski.

Hadley: Hello…

Chief Boden: She’s going to be working with us next month,

helping out with the payroll. Her father is one

of my oldest friends. We were in the Navy together,

so y’all just treat her like she’s your very own…sister.

Nicki Rutkowski: Thanks for having me.

Christopher Herrmann: Welcome. Don’t screw up the checks – the

first and 15th.

Nicki Rutkowski: Oh, I will.

[laughing]

[PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Accident, multiple injuries.

Firefighter: Let’s go!

(Over PA): Squad 3, Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambulance 61.

[engine revs, sirens blaring]

[horns honking]

[sirens shut off]

[indistinct chatter]

Kelly Severide: What’s going on?

Workman 1: The foundation collapsed, and there’s three guys

down in the basement hole.

Chief Boden: I’m gonna need a 2 ½ up there.

Firefighter: On it.

Kelly Severide: Let’s go.

Workman 1: It’s over here. They’re down there.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Workman 1: The whole floor collapsed. We were pouring concrete

for the second and third stories and the foundation

just gave way.

Chief Boden: (into radio) There’s no fire, but let’s drop the 2 ½ into

the hole…from the ladder.

(over radio) Cruz, hurry it up!

[machine revving]

Chief Boden: (over radio) Get that hose up here.

(into radio) There’s good.

(over radio) This area may give some more so let’s

move quickly.

(into radio) Now charge it.

Okay.

(over radio) Okay.

Otis Zvonecek: He’s pretty banged up, but okay. I don’t think we

should move him.

Matt Casey: Dawson, you down there?

Gabby Dawson: Go for Dawson.

Matt Casey: We need you up here.

Gabby Dawson: Come on.

[chatter over radio]

Chief Boden: (over radio) Shay and Dawson are on their way down.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, that’s a first.

Workman 2/Victim 1: I’m under here! I’m under here!

Matt Casey: You okay?

Workman 2/Victim 1: [grunts]

Matt Casey: Can you sit up?

Workman 2/Victim 1: Yeah. Peter’s farther down. I heard him

talking, but I couldn’t see him!

Matt Casey: Here, take him out.

Peter?

Peter: I knew this was gonna be a bad day. Told my wife

this morning I had a premonition.

Matt Casey: Are you hurt?

Peter: I can’t breathe. Can’t move.

Matt Casey: Alright, we’ll get you out.

I need three pike poles and a saw!

Firefighter: Right away, Lieutenant!

[indistinct chatter]

Firefighter: Ready to bring him up.

Workman 3/Victim 2: [groans and grunts]

Firefighter: Alright. Watch the wood.

Matt Casey: How you doing down there, Peter?

Peter: I’ve been better.

Kelly Severide: I’m going in.

Matt Casey: It’s unstable.

Kelly Severide: Aren’t we all?

Matt Casey: (into radio) Let’s widen the hole but get ready to pull

back if this debris shifts.

Firefighter: (over radio) Message received.

Peter: Not so bad, right?

Kelly Severide: It’s Peter, right?

Can you move your foot?

Peter: No, I haven’t even felt it for half an hour.

Kelly Severide: [grunts]

How about the rest of you?

Peter: Can’t breathe too good.

[groans and winces]

Kelly Severide: Okay, okay.

Peter: Just…just get my foot out, I’ll be fine.

Kelly Severide: Alright, we’re gonna get you out of here.

Peter: Do me one favour.

Kelly Severide: Uh, yeah? [pants]

Peter: No lies [gasps]

Kelly Severide: Fair enough, I think you’re bleeding on the inside.

Your foot is the least of your problems.

Casey! We need this hole opened up!

Matt Casey: On it. Go, Cruz.

[saw buzzing]

Kelly Severide: Hang on, we’ll get you back to your wife in no time.

Peter: Yeah, sure.

Kelly Severide: You saying I got a bad poker face?

Peter: I’m saying I’d be all-in on that one.

Kelly Severide: Well, you’re breathing and talking, so that’s good.

[structure rumbling and crumbling]

Matt Casey: Hold on!

[indistinct chatter]

Matt Casey: Severide?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, fine! Get Dawson over here!

Matt Casey: Dawson!

Gabby Dawson: Here.

Kelly Severide: His lower leg is trapped. There’s internal bleeding.

Gabby Dawson: There’s no way to release it?

Kelly Severide: No.

Peter: Other than that, everything’s peachy.

Gabby Dawson: Alright, I’ll call for a trauma surgeon.

Kelly Severide: Hey, how long?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know.

Peter: And what would a trauma surgeon do that you couldn’t?

Kelly Severide: Take off your foot.

Gabby Dawson: This is Ambulance 61 on Med Channel 5.

Channel 5: Go ambulance 61.

Gabby Dawson: We need a trauma surgeon for a possible

amputation.

Firefighter: Easy, easy.

Workman 2/Victim 1: [groans]

Channel 5: Copy that, 61. Stand by while I shift to trauma.

[indistinct chatter]

Firefighter: Okay, pull him up.

Firefighter: Got him.

Peter: What’s your name?

Kelly Severide: Severide, Kelly. Everyone pretty much calls me

Severide.

Peter: Kelly. You married, Kelly?

Kelly Severide: No.

Peter: Don’t wait too long. My wife’s name is Georgie. Her dad

wanted a boy, but he kept getting girls.

Kelly Severide: [chuckles] There was a barbershop on my street

named Harris and Sons. Mr. Harris named it when

his wife was pregnant with their first; ended up

having five girls [laughs]

Peter: [chuckle turns into a coughing fit]

Kelly Severide: Alright, easy.

[indistinct chatter]

Leslie Shay: Severide, find a vein and get this saline into him.

Kelly Severide: How long on the surgeon?

Leslie Shay: 15 minutes.

Peter: Kelly?

Kelly Severide: Yeah?

Peter: We don’t have time for a surgeon. You’re gonna have to do

it. Take off the foot [pants]. Get me out of here, get me home.

Kelly Severide: Tell that surgeon to hurry the hell up!

Gabby Dawson: (into radio) Chopper him here if you have to!

Channel 5: Negative, 61. Your trauma surgeon’s already enroute.

[structure rumbling and crumbling]

Kelly Severide: You alright?

Peter: [coughs]

Matt Casey: Severide, we need to pull back. It’s gonna give.

Peter: He’s right. Go.

Kelly Severide: Casey, I need a Sawzall!

Matt Casey: Mills, lower me a Sawzall.

Peter: Uh…[whimpers]

Kelly Severide: Hey, Peter.

Peter: Yeah, I’m st…still with you, Kelly.

Kelly Severide: Tell me about Georgie.

Peter: [chuckles] I…I married above my head.

Kelly Severide: [small chuckle]

Peter: Been playing catch-up ever since.

Kelly Severide: Do you have any children.

Peter: No, w-we tried.

Matt Casey: Severide

Peter: [coughs]

[saw whirrs]

Peter: Kelly?

Kelly Severide: Yeah?

Peter: [breathing heavily] You got a phone?

[siren wailing]

(Over Radio): 61, your trauma surgeon’s on scene.

Leslie Shay: Dawson, here’s here!

Gabby Dawson: Trauma surgeon’s on his way down.

Kelly Severide: It’s a recovery now.

[somber music]

cutscene

[firetruck door shuts]

Christopher Herrmann: Dawson, Shay! Get over here. We got

something for you.

Come on, let’s go. Bring it out, open it up

[humming]

Leslie Shay: Ohhh.

Wow!

Christopher Herrmann: Hey!

[awing and cooing]

Christopher Herrmann: They obviously got their artistic talent from

their mother.

Leslie Shay: That’s so lovely!

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, you guys, these are the ladies that

saved my life.

Come on, give ‘em a clap.

[clapping]

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, yeah!

[cheering]

Leslie Shay: Thank you, guys!

Thank you.

[clapping continues]

Christopher Herrmann: There you go.

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: All I’m just saying is, I’m more than happy to

design a new seal more reflective of the truck

we are. Anything besides a goat.

Christopher Herrmann: What’s he on about?

Matt Casey: He doesn’t like our crest.

Christopher Herrmann: I love that goat. That goat’s all about

reversing the curse.

Peter Mills: What curse?

Christopher Herrmann: The cubs. A goat owner cursed ‘em once,

which is why they always suck. Everyone

knows that.

Otis Zvonecek: So we have a cursed crest?

Christopher Herrmann: How the hell should I know? Leave it

alone. The goat rocks!

Otis Zvonecek: Of course you would think that.

[phone ringing]

Phone Operator: Please leave a message after the tone…[beep]

Kelly Severide: Uh…[sighs]

Chief Boden: Okay. They’re good guys.

Kelly.

After you.

District Chief Walker: Darden was entering the attic window here,

while squad 3 was conducting first floor

search rescue here. Fire started in the

basement, spread up into the kitchen. Now,

we all know fire is in a constant hunt for

oxygen. It’s why we cut our vent point away

from our entry point. No vent, and the fire’s

comin’ after us. What started in the

basement, now is looking for a way out.

[flashback]

District Chief Walker: A larger vent cut in the back of the house,

and the fire would have made it upstairs.

Chief Boden: Kelly.

cutscene

[indistinct chatter over radio]

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, candidate, dress blues to the barbecue.

Peter Mills: Really?

Joe Cruz: The commissioner’s gonna be there, along with half the

deputies and most of the chiefs. It’s a big deal.

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, they cracked Herrmann last year for

forgetting his cap.

Joe Cruz: Go back and read the poster. Full dress blues.

cutscene

[car drives by and comes to a stop]

Hallie Thomas: Double crown moulding? No expense spared on

that.

Matt Casey: Yeah, well, it’s getting there.

Hallie Thomas: You’re never gonna want to leave.

Matt Casey: All depends on what the offer is.

So what’s up?

Hallie Thomson: I said I would bring a dessert to the barbecue. I

understand if you don’t want me to go.

Matt Casey: No, you should come. We should go together.

Hallie Thomson: You sure?

Matt Casey: Yeah. Heather Darden’s bringing the boys.

Hallie Thomson: Well, good. This will be fun.

Matt Casey: I’ll pick you up at 2.

Hallie Thomas: Okay.

[engine drives off]

cutscene

Leslie Shay: There’s Willie, our favourite doorman!

Willie!

Doorman (Willie): Hey ladies!

Gabby Dawson: Willie! Hey!

Leslie Shay: Ah. I should flash him next time. Love that guy.

Gabby Dawson: Unprofessional.

(Over radio): Ambulance 61, battery, 71 West Superior.

Leslie Shay: (into radio) Ambulance 61, responding.

[sirens blaring]

Leslie Shay: Alright, alright, give us some room. Give us some

room. Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

Drunk Man: I just…I’ll sue everyone. [indistinct ramblings] You go

home. Just back. Go back to wherever you…

Leslie Shay: Uh, huh.

Drunk Man: [slurs]…wherever you came from. I’m not…

Gabby Dawson: You got a nasty cut there.

Drunk Man: Eh, get your hands off me!

Gabby Dawson: Hey, we’re with the CFD, sir, here to fix you up.

Drunk Man: Fix me up? No! No, it’s these Irish inbreeds you

should be fixing up. I’ve got four brothers, and

they’re both…

Leslie Shay: Ugh!

Drunk Man: They’re…both of them are gonna…they’re gonna own

this place.

Leslie Shay: Hey, what happened here?

Bartender: No one here saw anything.

Drunk Man: It’s called a black and tan!

Bartender: It’s called a half and half, you moron!

Drunk Man: Ireland sucks!

[singing] God save our gracious queen. Long live our

n…

Someone from crowd: Oh shut up, you tosser!

[indistinct shouting and glass smashing]

Gabby Dawson: Let’s…let’s move him now, alright?

Alright, come on.

Drunk Man: [singing] God save the queen.

Gabby Dawson: Yup, we’re going. Let’s go.

Someone from crowd: Shut your mouth!

Bartender: Piss off!

Leslie Shay: Let’s go! Move over!

Gabby Dawson: Move. Move, guys.

Bartender: Don’t come back!

Someone from crowd: Piss off!

Someone from crowd: Get out of here.

[siren wailing]

Leslie Shay: Oh come on!

Gabby Dawson: Come on!

Drunk Man: Alright, okay, I’m…

Patrol Officer 1: We got this.

Leslie Shay: Thank God. Have fun in there.

Drunk Man: [singing] O Lord our God…

Gabby Dawson: You gotta give it a rest and hold still, sir!

Drunk Man: Black and tan. Black and tan. Black and tan. Bl…

Hello, sweet cheeks.

Gabby Dawson: [yelps] Hey! Get your hands off me!

Leslie Shay: Whoa! Whoa!

Drunk Man: [snores]

Leslie Shay: So you’re gonna bring that doctor to the barbecue?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, I don’t know.

Leslie Shay: Honestly, not every decision has to be an act of

congress. Just keep it simple.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Leslie Shay: Oh, did you hear about Hallie and Casey?

Gabby Dawson: What? What?

Leslie Shay: Whoa!

Gabby Dawson: Stop it. Tell me. What is it?

Leslie Shay: Nothing, just some rumours running around that, uh,

that maybe they’re splitting up. He’s moved out.

Gabby Dawson: What? No, really?

Leslie Shay: It’s just what I’ve heard.

Okay, what do you think?

Gabby Dawson: Nice work.

[giggling]

cutscene

[giggling]

Nurse: Wow [snorts], where’d you find this one?

Drunk Man: [snores]

Leslie Shay: Dawson was actually making out with him and, uh, he

fainted and bumped his head.

Gabby Dawson: When he wakes up, tell him I said thanks for a

great time.

Nurse: Uh, huh. Alright.

Hallie Thomas: Ladies.

Leslie Shay: Speak for yourself.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, Hallie.

Hallie Thomas: You guys going to the barbecue?

Leslie Shay: Wouldn’t miss it.

Hallie Thomas: Matt and I are bringing his aunt’s famous

brownies. At least she always tells me

they’re famous. I will see you there.

Gabby Dawson: Nice intel.

Thanks.

Leslie Shay: Sorry.

Dr. Mike: Gabby.

Gabby Dawson: Mike, hi.

Dr. Mike: Hey.

Gabby Dawson: Hi.

Dr. Mike: How are you?

Gabby Dawson: I’m…good.

Dr. Mike: Yeah?

Gabby Dawson: Good.

Dr. Mike: Good.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, uh, say, what are you doing on Saturday?

Cutscene

[music]

Christopher Herrmann: Hey! Lee Henry! I’m not gonna tell you

again! Put the stick down before I beat

you with it!

Vargas, Cruz & Otis: Whoa, whoa, whoa! What was that?

Jose Vargas: Take it easy.

Christopher Herrmann: You gotta be fair but firm.

Joe Cruz: [chuckles]

Jose Vargas: Okay.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah!

Otis, Cruz, Mouch, Vargas, Herrmann: Hoh, oh. Oh, ho, hoh!

[clapping] Yes!

Jose Vargas: Nice!

[cheering]

Joe Cruz: Fabulous!

Peter Mills: Howdy.

Otis Zvonecek: When’s the parade, candidate?

Peter Mills: Ha ha, that’s a good one. Good one, Otis.

Joe Cruz: Hey! You, uh, taking collections for the salvation army?

[laughing]

Christopher Herrmann: Got ice cream?

Peter Mills: That’s original. That’s really good.

Brunette: Excuse me, are you the captain?

Otis Zvonecek: Well, no, miss. He’s actually the commissioner.

Peter Mills: No, no, no, no I’m not.

Brunette: Really?

Otis Zvonecek: No, Yeah, yeah he is. He’s the youngest one in

Chicago history.

Brunette: Wow.

Otis Zvonecek: Go show her where the beer cooler is,

commissioner.

Brunette: I’d like that.

Peter Mills: Alright.

Right this way.

Christopher Herrmann: Wow.

Otis Zvonecek: What?

Joe Cruz: So you’re his wingman now?

Otis Zvonecek: Karma.

Hadley: [laughing] He’s sitting there [laughing]…with a napkin on

his face sticking his tongue through it, and I’m like,

“dude, you are my favourite 12-year-old.”

[laughing]

Capp: Who would do that?

Hadley: What’s up with you?

Kelly Severide: Nothing. All good.

Otis Zvonecek: [sighs] [whistles]

Christopher Herrmann: Oh, you and her?

Otis Zvonecek: Mmhmm.

Christopher Herrmann: No chance.

Otis Zvonecek: Up yours.

Leslie Shay: Hey Corrinne.

[laughing]

Otis Zvonecek: [exasperated sigh]

Chief Boden: If anybody does anything, okay?

Nicki Rutkowski: You got it.

Chief Boden: Yeah? You sure?

Nicki Rutkowski: I promise.

Chief Boden: Huh, I don’t trust these guys.

[children in the background]

Matt Casey: Mind if we squeeze in?

Gabby Dawson: Hmm…Of course.

Leslie Shay: Hey, guys. Um, this is Corrinne. She just moved here

from um... [snaps fingers]

Corrinne: Alabama.

Matt Casey: Nice to meet you [chuckles]

Leslie Shay: I knew it.

Hallie Thomas: So, I think I saw the result of some of your work

yesterday.

Gabby Dawson: Ohh.

Dr. Mike: T-The lipstick? And the fingernails? That was you guys?

Leslie Shay: Yeah, well Dawson got her ass squeezed by a drunken

Englishman [giggles]

Dr. Milk: Ooh.

Matt Casey: You gotta quit flirting with your patients.

Gabby Dawson: So we prettied him up a little.

Corrinne: So not something you learn in med school, I take it?

Leslie Shay: We’re paramedics so we don’t go to fancy med

school.

Although…

Hallie Thomas: What?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, been taking some pre-med classes.

Dr. Mike: Really?

Hallie Thomas: That’s great.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, I mean, you know it’s a…it’s a long way off.

Hallie Thomas: Hey, any time you wanna walk a shift with me, say

the word.

Gabby Dawson: That sounds great.

Hallie Thomas: Anytime.

Dr. Mike: Or with me.

Matt Casey: Hey Heather’s here, let’s go say hello.

Darden boys: Hey Matt!

Matt Casey: What’s going on? Good to see you, buddy.

Heather Darden: I just…it’s hard on Ben and Griffin. They’re afraid

the kids are gonna treat ‘em differently.

Matt Casey: Come on, squirt, we’re gonna play some football.

Heather Darden: I’m gonna get a beer.

[Matt murmuring excitedly with the kids]

Kelly Severide: Andy loved being a firefighter. It was our dream

since we were kids.

Heather Darden: He worshipped you. You sure it wasn’t just your

dream?

Nicki Rutkowski: Well, he protects Chicago and serves the beer?

Kelly Severide: For right now, sure.

Nicki Rutkowski: I’m Nicki.

[bottle opening]

Nicki Rutkowski: Thanks.

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

Nicki Rutkowski: How long you been a firefighter?

Kelly Severide: Since the day I was born.

Nicki Rutkowski: [giggles]

Kelly Severide: Look, I gotta run, Nicki.

[bottles clinking]

Nicki Rutkowski: Cheers.

Gabby Dawson: That was really nice. You’re really nice.

Matt Casey: [chuckles]

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles]

Matt Casey: Kids are stronger than we think.

Hallie Thomas: Yeah.

Matt Casey: So what’s up with the new doctor?

Gabby Dawson: Who? Mike?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Oh. I don’t know, not much. Just keeping things

simple.

cutscene

[knocking on door]

[door opens, tv playing in background]

Nicki Rutkowski: You, um, you left your jacket.

Kelly Severide: Thanks.

Mm…Not a good time for this.

Nicki Rutkowski: Do you always do what your chief tells you to do?

Kelly Severide: Trust me, this isn’t because of the chief.

Nicki Rutkowski: Is there somebody else in there?

Kelly Severide: Just the cubs.

Nicki Rutkowski: If you change your mind, you know where to find

me.

[door shuts]

cutscene

Corrinne: Have a good day.

Kelly Severide: Yeah, you too.

Corrinne: Bye.

Leslie Shay: Bye, sweetie.

[kissing sounds]

Leslie Shay: See you.

Hi.

Kelly Severide: Morning.

Leslie Shay: Did you eat my yogurt?

Kelly Severide: I didn’t touch your yogurt.

Leslie Shay: Was good seeing Heather yesterday.

Kelly Severide: Yeah, yeah it was.

cutscene

Chief Boden: So if there is nothing else…

Otis Zvonecek: Chief?

Chief Boden: Yes, Brian?

Otis Zvonecek: I was wondering what the proper protocol would

be for designing a new crest for the truck.

It’s just, sir, Engine’s got a camel, which I get, and

Squad has got a badass three-headed dog, which

I get, and we have a goat, sir.

Chief Boden: Named after Billy “goat” Bukanski, first chief of

Firehouse 51 and a mentor to me.

Otis Zvonecek: Just forget I said anything [clears throat]

Chief Boden: That it?

Otis Zvonecek: Yes, sir.

Chief Boden: Then y’all do good work out there.

Matt Casey: That true about the crest?

Chief Boden: [scoffs]

cutscene

Kelly Severide: So if you would, please give me a call back so we

could arrange a time to talk. Thanks.

Capp: You want a smoke break?

Kelly Severide: You mean you wanna bum a cigar off me?

Capp: If you’re offering.

Hadley: If you insist.

Capp: Thank you.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: How was Mike?

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] You know when you…when you have a

sundae and it’s loaded up with hot fudge, and

whipped cream, and ice cream, and a cherry on

top?

Leslie Shay: Yeah?

Gabby Dawson: He’s the spoon.

Leslie Shay: Hey, can’t eat without a spoon.

Gabby Dawson: [scoffs]

Leslie Shay: What’s the latest with your union file?

Gabby Dawson: Um, I don’t know. I’m ignoring it. Works for

everything else.

[PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Accident, 501 North Wabash. Truck 81, Ambulance 61,

Squad 3.

Leslie Shay: Can’t ignore this.

[sirens wailing]

[horns honking]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

Man: Watch out!

[crashing, glass smashing to ground]

[yelling]

Matt Casey: Get everyone back and seal it off!

Mouch: Good lord.

Firefighters: Move it back. Back! Back!

Stuff’s falling! Move back!

Come on, move, move, move. Come on, come on,

back guys.

[car door rattling]

Girl 1: Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.

Matt Casey: Ma’am?

Kelly Severide: Capp! Hadley! Driver’s side. Start there.

Hadley: Yeah.

Girl 1: My friend. My friend, Cameron!

Matt Casey: Where is she?

Girl 1: She’s right next to me. I…I can’t see her. Cam!

[jaws buzzing]

Kelly Severide: Get back!

[car smashes]

[screams]

[sirens wailing]

[car door shuts]

Mouch: Passenger trapped, conscious, but we had to pull back

because stuff’s still falling.

Capp: That driver’s door is jammed up tight.

Chief Boden: Okay, Capp, Hadley on the k-12, you cut the top

hinge. Severide, you work the jaws from the bottom

edge. The moment that hinge pops, you wedge that

door open. Casey, Mouch, collar the girl, get her on

a board. Let’s go.

[k-12 and jaws sputter]

[buzzing stops]

Matt Casey: Stay forward for me.

Uh. Yep. Go.

Grab the end, Mills.

Lean up. Lean up [groans]

Come down for me.

Watch your head.

Chief Boden: Move her out now!

[glass smashing]

[screaming]

Gabby Dawson: You’re okay, sweetie. You’re fine. You’re in good

hands.

Girl 1: I just dropped my phone, so we pulled over and…

[whimpers] Please, is Cameron okay? Is she okay?

Gabby Dawson: I’m not sure, honey. Let’s just concentrate on you

right now, okay?

Patrol Officer 2: Ma’am, please!

Lady 1: My daughter. My daughter was in that car. Is she okay?

Matt Casey: I don’t know. They’re doing what they can.

Lady 1: Her name is Julie.

Matt Casey: I really don’t know.

Lady 1: She has blonde hair.

Matt Casey: She’s okay, she’s right over there.

Lady 1: Julie! That’s my daughter!

Jose Vargas: [sighs] Good thing she didn’t say red hair.

Lady 1: It’s okay.

cutscene

[phone ringing]

Kelly Severide: Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure. I-If that’s good for you, I’ll be there.

Yeah.

Okay.

cutscene

Matt Casey: Hey.

Hallie Thomas: Hey.

Matt Casey: How was your shift?

Hallie Thomas: What do you always say to me? “Fine. Typical.”

Matt Casey: Uh…I’ve been thinking.

Hallie Thomas: Uh, oh.

Matt Casey: No, nothing like that.

Hallie Thomas: What is it?

Matt Casey: Today, one girl died, and another lived because one

decides to drive and the other gets in the passenger

seat.

I moved out because we spent the last year

constantly debating your career versus my

expectations of a family.

What if we simplify things? Start fresh? Just put it all

aside. Live everyday like it could be the last.

I’m saying I wanna be with you.

[slow music]

[gentle laughter]

cutscene

[background music]

Mouch: Alabama?

Corrinne: Alabama.

Mouch: Gulf coast. The catfish regatta.

Corrinne: [gasps]

Mouch: Right?

Corrinne: Yes!

Mouch: Take her.

Corrinne: [giggles]

Gabby Dawson: [indistinct mumbling] He’s, like, wearing this…

this…this cape [laughs]

[laughter]

Gabby Dawson: And he looked like a fool… [indistinct mumbling]

Peter Mills: Yo!

All: Hey!

Peter Mills: What’s up, what’s up!

Joe Cruz: There you go. One, two.

Hallie Thomas: Thank you.

Joe Cruz: Absolutely.

Hallie Thomas: Whoop!

[glass clinking]

Hallie Thomas: Cheers.

All: Cheers.

Joe Cruz: Holy smokes.

Hallie Thomas: That’s all you got?

Joe Cruz: Another round for the lady, huh?

[cheering and laughter]

Gabby Dawson: It’s great to see you guys.

Hallie Thomas: It’s great to be here.

You thought about doing rounds with me?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, a-are you sure it’s not too much trouble?

Hallie Thomas: Are you kidding? I’d love it. You’re already doing

half the procedures we do.

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] That’s doubtful.

Hallie Thomas: Hey, you’re gonna be a great doctor, trust me. You

have more experience than half of these Ivy league

clowns.

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles]

Matt Casey: Hey, this rounds on me.

[collective cheering]

Otis Zvonecek: Put three more on.

Peter Mills: What the hell are you doing?

Otis Zvonecek: What can I say? Uniform thing works.

[laughter]

Lady 2 & 3: Where are the girls though?

Christopher Herrmann: How does that…

Peter Mills: Damn.

Cheers to that.

Otis Zvonecek: Bye, guys.

[indistinct chatter]

Joe Cruz: Hey! Last to arrive! Perfect timing my boys! There we are.

Man: What’s up, gents?

Jose Vargas: Where’s Severide?

cutscene

[knocks on door]

[Video recording…]

Peter: Is the blood off? I don’t want her to see the blood.

Kelly: Yeah. Here.

There. You’re good.

Peter: And my hair? I should have got it cut.

Kelly: [chuckles] Your hair…your hair looks fine.

It looks fine from here.

Peter: Yeah [heavy breathing]

Georgie, my love. God, I wish I were better at this.

[End of video recording...]

Georgie: Oh my God.

[Video recording…]

Peter: I made a lot of promises to you over the years. Some were

harder to keep [panting]. I promised you [gasping]…a house

in Provence. I’m sorry we never made it there. You worked

so hard on that French, but any promise…that I ever made

about you…about how you were…the final piece to my

puzzle, those I kept till today. Every day. I know…

I know what you’re thinking about Kelly here, ‘cause I

thought it too. He’s exactly the son that I pictured for us.

And if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have had this chance

to say goodbye. Oh my love…

[End of video recording]

Georgie: [sniffles]

[Video recording…]

Peter: Do you remember how I made you promise me that you’d

let me die before you? [gasping] Well, thank you, my love.

Because I couldn’t live a day in this world without you…

Georgie.

[End of video recording...]

Georgie: [sniffles]

Mon amour.

Thank you [sobs]

[somber music]

- end -

Definitions:

ANSUL = sophisticated method of extinguishing fires.

K-12 = Fire/Rescue saw. It can be used for forcible entry, ventilation, USAR (Urban Search and Rescue – technical rescue operation that involves the location, extrication, and initial medical stabilisation of victims trapped in an urban area, namely structural collapse due to natural disasters, mines and collapsed trenches), RIC (Rapid Intervention Crew - team of two or more firefighters dedicated solely to the search and rescue of other firefighters in distress), and vehicle extrication.

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S.T REWRITE - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt.5 - FINAL PART]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

With the help of their new friend, Y/n, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas set out to search for Will. Joyce is convinced her missing son is trying to talk to her.

||3rd Person POV||

Nancy slammed the front door behind her.

"Hey! You're home early! How was the game?" Karen Wheeler asked, never looking up from her mixing bowl.

When Nancy didn't reply, Karen looked up. She found her daughter standing in the hallway, clearly fighting tears.

"Nancy? What's the matter?"

Nancy couldn't hold back her tears any longer.

"It's Barb. I think... something happened. Something terrible." Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper and Karen stared at her daughter worriedly.

× × ×

"I don't know, Chief." Powell sighed.

The two men were seated at one of the tables at the library.

"What don't you know?"

"This lady Terry Ives, sounds like a real nut to me. Her kid was taken for LSD mind control experiments? She's been discredited. Claim was thrown out--"

"Okay, forget about her." Hopper interjects, swiping the newspaper clipping aside and pulling up a different one.

"Take a look at this."

Hopper points the man in the lab coat and tie from the column he found earlier.

"Dr. Martin Brenner."

"Who?"

"Brenner. He runs Hawkins Lab."

"Okay."

Hopper scoffs, and leans back in his chair.

"You don't find that interesting?"

"Not really." Powell states, clearly still confused. "He was involved in some hippie crap back in the day, so what?"

"No, this isn't hippie crap. This is CIA-sanctioned research."

"Doesn't mean he had anything to do with our kid." Powell offers.

"Come on. Look at that. Hospital gowns. All of 'em. Now that piece of fabric that the teacher found by the pipe. That sure looked like a hospital gown to me, huh? Am I wrong?" Hopper pressed.

"I don't know, Chief."

Hopper sighed deeply. "Come on, man. Work with me here. I'm not saying that there's some grand conspiracy. I'm just..."

Hopper pauses, sighing once more. "I'm saying maybe something happened. Maybe Will was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw something that he shouldn't have."

Powell considered this. "It's a reach."

"It's a start."

Suddenly the crackling of the comms interrupted their thoughts. Callahan's voice crackled on the other end.

"Hey, Powell, is the chief with you?"

Before Powell could respond, Hopper leaned forward with a sigh and picked up. "Hopper here. What do you got?"

The library doors slammed open and Hopper and Powell ran out to the car in a hurry. The sun was setting by now, and they hopped in the car. The vehicle roared to life as the sirens began blaring.

||Reader's POV||

We were still walking, my feet grew sore and darkness had already set in. El was at the front, taking confident strides, the boys and I following eagerly behind. That's when it hit me.

I know this road. This is Will's house.

'What are we doing here?'

She stopped and turned around, facing all of us.

"Here."

"Yeah, this is where Will lives."

"Hiding." She said.

I blinked a few times, unsure.

"But... I-I don't understand." My heart fell.

"No, no, this is where he lives. He's missing from here. Understand?"

Lucas and Dustin had finally caught up, the two of them dropped their bikes in frustration. Something in Lucas snapped, and he spoke up, clearly frustrated.

"What are we doing here?"

"She said he's hiding here."

"Um... no!"

Anxiety began to take over my body as the boys began to argue. I wanted to defend El but, truthfully I was having a hard time with it myself.

"I swear, if we walked all the way out here for nothing--" Dustin began, but he was quickly cut off by Lucas shouting.

"That's exactly what we did. I told you she didn't know what the hell she was talking about!"

Mike, who was looking less and less patient, turned to El.

"Why did you bring us here?"

El seemed to lose the ability to speak properly. She stuttered, clearly nervous.

"Mike, don't waste your time with her."

As the boys continued fighting, I brought my hand up to my chin. Nervously scratching my wound, just so my hand could be occupied. A nervous habit of mine.

"What do you want to do then?"

'Wait a minute.'

"Call the cops, like we should have done yesterday."

'That's not possible.'

"We are not calling the cops!"

'My wound. It's... It's gone. Completely gone.'

My face contorted out of confusion and bewilderment. But before I could register

what was happening, Dustin began shouting to get out attention. I looked to him, waiting.

"Hey, guys?"

"What other choice do we have?"

"Guys!"

We all turned and watched as Dustin stepped forward. His eyes on the nearby road. We all fell silent.

And that's when I heard it.

'No. No, no, no.'

The daunting sound of sirens grew louder with every second. A few police cars zoomed by.

'That could be anything. Right?'

An ambulance was in close pursuit.

My stomach plunged.

"Will..." the words left my mouth without me realizing. I ran for my bike and the boys followed.

We sped off into the night, my bike tires sprayed mud all over me, soaking my socks as we zipped through puddles and over hills, but I didn't care.

'I have to get to him.'

He has to be okay.

He has to be.

||3rd Person POV||

Joyce set down the paint can and looked to wall of letters, shaking. "Okay. Okay, baby, talk to me." She shifted on her feet nervously rubbing her hands together. "Talk to me. Where are you?"

'R'

"'R.' Good, good, good, good. That's good. Come on, come on."

'I'

"'I...G...H...T...H...E...R...E.''Right here.' 'Right here?' I-I don't know what that means. I need you to tell me what to do. What should I do? How do I get to you? How do I find you? What should I do?"

'R'

'U'

'N'

The strange sound of crunching and chomping can be heard before every light in the house begins to flicker violently. She turns around in silent terror and sees the massive figure push it's way through the wall. It tears through the wall like fabric and staggers in. Joyce sprints for the back door.

||Reader's POV||

The chase felt like it lasted for hours. Normally I would be exhausted by now, but I was too worried about Will. I was much farther ahead of everybody but not enough that we couldn't communicate..

Time seemed to stretch on forever as we rode through the fog. It was harder to recognize the area at night, but I was fairly certain we were near to the quarry.

'Oh, no. Please, no.'

||3rd Person POV||

Joyce hasn't stopped running since she left the living room. Her legs grew tired as she ran down the concrete road but she refused to stop. She spares a second to look behind her as she runs and when she looks back a car comes to a halt barely missing her.

"Mom?" Jonathan calls, scrambling out of the car to his startled mother.

"Mom, what happened?"

Joyce only whimpered as she held her son tight.

||Reader's POV||

"Oh, God no." I whined.

We made it down to the quarry and there were at least three police cars, a fire truck and an ambulance. A bunch of firemen and paramedics were standing just knee deep in the water.

We came to a grinding halt behind the firetruck and I abandoned my bike as soon as my feet touched the ground.

I ran to the end of the firetruck, peeking out from the side. I knew that if I made myself known they would shoo me away.

I watched in horror as they pulled a lifeless body from the water, and placed it on a water rescue stretcher.

Tears were brimming in my eyes, making it harder to tell who it was. I don't want to believe it, I really truly don't, but some were deep down I knew.

"It's not Will. It can't be." Mike said, disbelieving.

My heart was in my throat as I fought back the tears which were now stinging my eyes.

But then I saw it. The small, lifeless body. He was wearing the same red vest he wore on that night. I was speechless. Tears streaked down my cheeks as I lost my breath. It made me shrink into Lucas, I buried my face in his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around me.

"It's Will. It's really Will." Lucas whispered.

The noise I made was incoherent. I let out wail and tore myself away from Lucas's embrace.

"Will? Will!" I called. Lucas and Dustin pulled me back. I fought and screamed my throat raw. I wanted to get to him. To see if it was really true. But I was too weak. Defeat set in and I went limp, collapsing onto the ground and I hugged my knees.

"Mike..." El choked out. She reached a hand out to Mike's shoulder in comfort and slapped her away.

"'Mike'? 'Mike,' what? You were supposed to help us find him alive! You said he was alive!"

I couldn't stop my tears. I feel confused, angry, frightened. I feel heartbreak.

"You said he was alive! Why did you lie to us? What's wrong with you? What is wrong with you?"

"Mike..."

"What?"

She stared at Mike, at a loss for words. She turned to me, but all I could do was look up at her. I hugged my knees and cried more. Panic consumed her as she looked at me and then back at Mike.

"Will..." I whimpered.

"Mike, come on. Don't do this man. Mike." Lucas voice broke.

I didn't care he was leaving. It didn't even completely register. I just sat there, mourning my best friend.

"Mike, where are you going? Mike!"

I sat there, numb as I watched them pull Will out of the water. I watched as Will's lifeless, pale body was carried off by strangers.

'Why? Why him? Why now?’

Another sob wracked my body as I watched completely helpless as my best friend was being carried away in body bag.

||3rd Person POV||

Mike swung open his front door and slammed it just as fast. He stood frozen in front of his parents who looked to be comforting Nancy.

"Michael?" Karen called. "What's wrong?" She strode swiftly towards her weeping son who hesitantly held his arms out. She enveloped him in a hug and he collapsed into sobs.

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If there was one thing Lucille wasn’t, it was unintelligent. Lacking in sense, morally corrupt -- yes. But ignorant?

She knew; she knew one way or another, things were going to get bad. Whether by the will of her own, or this ‘Andrew Reid’ -- this story had an ugly ending, and one of them were bound to get the short end of the stick. Unfortunately for Andrew, Lucille had no intention for it to be her. For her suspicions were confirmed when Carol had called her early that morning; telling her of police cars gathered around Santiago’s home, and how word of his murder had spread.

A curse interjects between the news, and Carol’s worried, though suspicious tone warrants an apology. Lucille hadn’t much time to explain, however -- and Carol should know by now there were things the hitman couldn’t discuss. The call drops, and Lucille throws the device hard against marble floor, watching it break and disassemble against the collision. Whatever, she could buy a new one anytime. Something greater haunts her mind; looming over her and driving her mad.

“--Fuck.” She snarls, angry. Uninvolved with the police? A liar! A filthy, fucking liar. If he wasn’t clearly bulletproof, Lucille would puncture a bullet into his skull as soon as she were able. But she figures that was far too merciful. She wants him to suffer. She wants to see him bleed. She wants--

...Ah, she needs to curb her bloodlust. Falling into her more sadistic inclinations with the instability of her ire only served as a distraction. She needs to think, and she needs to think fast. Her DNA needs to be cleansed of that place, and unfortunately for the investigative party at Santiago’s residence, it looks like Lucille would have to personally scour away the evidence by her own means.

This was on Reid’s head.

The scene is brutal, though not unfamiliar. A body; nude and male, looking to be around his early twenties is laying haphazardly in the tub, a shower curtain tossed over his legs. The bleeding had stopped awhile ago, but blotches of dried blood splattered against tile above the corpse’s head suggests the trauma had been caused by a singular bullet. There was no struggle; James Santiago had been caught by surprise, and had a quick death -- less than 24 hours ago, too.

The detective frowns, turning towards photographer beside him, snapping as many photos from different angles as to be used as evidence later. There isn’t much telling of what lead up to the homicide; though swabs of blood were taken into bags anyway. Of the body, and of the crimson, crusted footprints pressed into the bathroom floor.

“This must be the woman.” The officer says, to which the photographer nods, and snaps a picture of that, too.

“Could be.” The photographer says, a frown touching their features. They rise from their crouching position, and nearly wobble. The officer to their side steadies them with a strong hand.

“Thank you.” They say, quietly.

“What happened to your foot?” He asks, a frown of his own now pulling at his lips.

“An accident at home.” They say. “I dropped a knife. It didn’t end well.”

“Well that doesn’t--” The officer’s sentence is cut short.

There’s a blade skewered into his throat -- twisting, deepening -- sawing around flesh until he’s dropping to his knees, and gurgling blood and saliva. The photographer watches with a vacant gaze, a hand to his chest is keeping him from thudding into the floor and alerting the other officers of the fall. They ease him slowly onto the ground, and the door behind them shuts ever so softly.

An extra camera lense is pulled from the bag at their hip, the end is twisting until it’s popped open, and out rolls an explosive grenade. They do a little more digging, and a bottle disguised as artificial flavored juice is plucked out as well. It’s a low-odor bottle of kerosene transferred into a different container, and the photographer opens it without a hit of hesitation. They need to work fast -- before someone checks in on them.

Liquid splashes onto the fresh body, over the footprints, before it’s lifted. Jelani opens the door, and pours the burning fluid a little further into the hallway.

“Hey! What’re you--”

“Forensic stuff!” Is the chirpy reply, and that blade once used to slice into that slowly dying officer is thrown at another -- her aim uncannily precise when it harpoons into his throat. The man is clutching onto the blade handle, mortified, and dropping onto his knees in a similar fashion to his chief. Jelani rips her weapon from his esophagus, before continue to spill kerosene over her footprints. She tosses the bottle when it empties, and tears the ring off her explosive, before throwing that further into the hallway. She’s pulling out a pistol, taking a moment to twist her silencer on, before pointing it at the woman staring at her in shock; the one who had been unfortunate enough to walk onto the scene.

A bullet to the head, a quick death. Her body drops somewhere near the officer’s legs before she’d a chance to let that bubbling scream rip through her throat.

Jelani adjusts the hat she wears, covering her face, before walking -- and this time a little more quickly -- out through the house and through the back door. She steps out; there’s more officers -- investigating the scene -- no one quite takes notice of her presence aside a few spare glances. That is, until a scream shreds somewhere within the Santiago residence, and police are swarming into the door with alarm.

She’s rushing in the other direction -- limping -- and she thinks she can vaguely hear someone call out to her.

“Hey--...HEY, YOU--”

But the explosion that BLASTS within the house is throwing her body forward, pushing her and crashing her into the ground to tumble a generous feet away. Fiery smoke and flames burst from the house -- debris, glass, pieces of wood and steel is thrown with her -- scratching her, burning her, and abrading her clothes and skin with singes and lines of red.

She hacks, parts of her arm scraped against asphalt and scorching her skin. She seems to have snapped a bone in her arm with the fall; for it protrudes past marred skin. However the satisfaction of watching black smoke rise into the sky and debris and ash rain from the deadly bomb is enough to have her ignore the horrible pain. Body parts were scattered; arms, legs, fingers and pieces of heads. A piece of a torso here, a charred thigh there. The intensity of the heat hitting her face even from this distance as the flames continue to burn. The faint sound of sirens as her hearing slowly starts to return…

The damage had been done, and Jelani couldn’t help but laugh at the destruction of it all. That, and she was a little surprised it’d gone so well. One more thing, however -- before firetrucks and helicopters invade the scene. She drops a plastic card onto the floor, rubbing it into dirt and blood and leaving it there before she pushes herself up onto her feet with her working, prosthetic arm.

She knew things were bound to get ugly.

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Karamel Fic: Ruination (3/6)

Title: Ruination

Author: gldngrl7

Started: January 5, 2017

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 6

Chapter: 3/6

You know just how to make

My heart beat faster

Emotional earthquake

Bring on disaster

--Hailee Steinfeld/Gray – “Starving”

Her skin is hypersensitive to the slightest touch and Supergirl’s suit hugs her like a second skin in most places, leaving her overheated and tingling to the point of generating static electricity. Two seconds after pulling on her tights, she tears them off, unable to tolerate the tightness encasing her legs. Kara opts to simply wear the red boy-shorts beneath her skirt. Between the length of her skirt and the over-the-knee height of her red-leather boots, it’s unlikely anyone will notice her lack of tights.

It’s unlikely anyone has ever noticed that she wears them at all.

Kara flies to the DEO, landing in the main foyer on the floor of the building, just before Alex was about to call her.

“You’re late,” Alex accuses, though her tone lacks and sort of sting or reprimand.

“I’m sorry,” she replies. “I’m sorry. Did something happen?” Kara’s eyes dart about the room, people bustle about the Command Information Center, but she involuntarily seeks a certain welcoming grin.

“No I was just worried,” Alex answers.

“There’s no need to be worried,” Kara reassures, mechanically, as though she’d said the words a million times before.

“Oh my God,” Alex realizes, shock blooming on her face. “You’re looking for him, aren’t you?”

Kara slumps, caught in the act. “I just wanted to talk to him about…things. Have you seen him?”

“He checked out an hour ago, something about offering to help M’gann at the bar. Since he’s immune to the Medusa virus now, he’s one of the few people that can help with the Hazardous Materials protocols. Obviously the US government isn’t exactly keen on providing a HazMat team for the bar, but the entire place has to be decontaminated from top to bottom, every nook and cranny, before they can re-open. It’s also a bonus that he can use his super speed, so maybe the bar will be able to re-open in days instead of weeks. She even offered to pay him for his help.”

“That’s great!” Kara gushes. She’s truly happy for him, that he’s found a way to make some money, at least in the short term. And she’s proud of him for stepping up to help a person in need. But a part of her is disappointed that he’s not here for her. She needs to see him, to feel his hands on her, to ease this ache throbbing in her skin.

“Are you okay, Kara?” Alex asks, her countenance shifting to concern. “Your face is flushed.”

“Pfffft,” Kara waves her off. “I’m fine,” she says, downplaying her sister’s concern. “I’m just excited that Mon-El is helping M’gann, that’s all. It could be the start of something good,” Kara says hopefully.

“Or it could be because the alien bar is the only place that serves alcohol that can actually get him drunk,” Alex counters. Kara pins her with a glare that has her wondering if she’s on the menu at a barbecue. “All right,” Alex says, holding up her hand. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to give him the benefit of the doubt. For you.”

“Thank you,” Kara nods. “If you expect the worst of people, Alex, they’ll rise or fall just enough to meet your expectations.”

“Dad used to say that,” Alex bows her head, eyes suddenly drawn to the tips of her combat boots.

“I know.” After a moment of consideration, Kara tells Alex, “I can’t push him to be some perfect vision of a hero that I want him to be, so instead I think I’ll let him be a man who lost his whole world and is now trying to find his own way in this one. Eliza and Jeremiah—and you—gave me the space and the time to work through all that when I first arrived. At the very least, Mon-El deserves the same understanding.”

“I guess I never thought of it that way,” Alex says. Perhaps instead of judging her sister’s paramour based on some of his less savory actions, she should re-examine the fact that some of his decisions were made with the mind of a person who had experienced unimaginable trauma.

“He smiles and jokes, and to look at him you would think he didn’t have a care in the world,” she informs her sister. “But there’s nothing left of everything that he used to know, and that can’t be easy. Just maybe cut him some slack.”

“I will,” she decides. “But only for as long as it looks like he’s making an effort.”

“Fair enough,” Kara agrees. “Now where is this group of trainees I’m supposed to be pummeling?”

“Training room,” Alex replies.

“I hope this is as fun as training Team Arrow and the Legends.” Kara’s shoulders shrug upwards and she grins in a show of excitement, her hands rubbing together in anticipation. “Good times.”

“They’re baby agents, Kara. Try not to kill them.”

“Me?” she asks, faux offended. “I would never. Just going to blow off a little steam is all.” With a sharp pivot on her heels, Kara turns away, heading in the direction of the training room, and practically skips away. Alex watches her go, shaking her head with an endearing chuckle.

An hour later the training room floor is littered with the bodies of groaning agents in training, while Supergirl stands over them, arms akimbo. “Raise your hand if you’re really injured.”

“I think my arm is broken,” comes a muffled voice from a prone body near the wall.

“Ooh…Sorry,” Kara winces and apologizes while a supervising agent helps the man to his feet.

“It’s okay, Supergirl,” the injured man replies, his voice strained with pain. “It’s not your fault I didn’t stick the landing.”

“Let’s get you to the infirmary,” the supervising agent proposes.

“Good idea,” the trainee nods. Kara notices that he’s limping as well.

“Who wants to go again?” she asks the room. In unison, the trainees respond with a groan that she thinks is a negative answer. Just as she’s about to ramp up a rousing speech about not giving up and how the villains will never go as easy on them as she does, Kara’s super hearing detects a commotion at the CIC. “Be right back guys,” she says, distracted by the hustle and bustle down the hall. “Feel free to take five.”

“Yea,” an anonymous voice from somewhere near her feet groans.

Before she can even reach the control room, she’s met by Alex who is rushing to retrieve her. Before Kara can even ask what the commotion is about Alex is laying out the situation.

“A few moments ago a LifeFlight chopper suffered catastrophic engine failure and lost altitude on approach to the Carl Ferris Memorial Children’s Hospital. We assume the chopper crew is a total loss. But it slammed into the hospital’s long term care wing, and there have been at least two secondary explosions in the aftermath. Kara…just so you know…there will be casualties. Fire and Rescue will meet you there.”

Kara nods, her mind already conjuring the carnage that can be caused by an air-to-ground collision, and sends a prayer to Rao that she can save as many people as possible. Alex hands her a comms device, which she places into her ear.

In the air before her sister can say anything more, she flies at top speed to the burning hospital, arriving only moments after departing the DEO. Only one firetruck from a station at the other end of the block has arrived, but has yet to hook their hoses into a water source.

Before she can greet the Fire Chief she’s distracted by an all too familiar voice. “Supergirl!”

Her stomach does an extended series of flip flops and double back layouts before she even turns in his direction. Surprised by his presence, Kara changes her direction and floats to the ground, landing softly in front of him. “Mon-El, what are you doing here?” she asks.

“I was at the bar and I heard the crash,” he replies. “It’s just a mile away. Where do you want me?” he asks, his eyes on the raging fireball engulfing four of the hospital’s twelve stories.

“What?” she asks, momentarily taken aback by his question.

“What can I do?” he rephrases.

“Oh, right! Uhhh…I’ll start with the fire. Can you…help evacuate?”

Mon-El nods sharply. “I’ll check the hot zone first, see if there’s anyone that needs rescuing.” With that, he is gone, zipping away and leaping the seven floors to the hot zone, and for a moment all Kara can do is stare

Already pouring out of the hospital, some evacuees carry gowned patients, while others push wheelchairs and even a few gurneys. Her ears tell her that more fire engines and ambulances are only moments away. She turns to the Fire Chief before he can reach her and orders, “Start a triage!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies.

Kara takes a deep breath, filling the substantial capacity of her lung before taking flight. She hovers near the raging flames, burning hot from the choppers diesel fuel and spewing forth thick, choking black smoke. Gathering her strength, she focuses and releases the icy breath from her lungs directly into the heart of the flames.

It takes several attempts to douse the hot blaze completely, and when the fire is out, Kara is better able to see the crater left behind by the chopper’s crash. Alex had been right when she’d said there would be casualties, and it wasn’t just the flight crew.

When she’d said the chopper struck the long term care wing, she meant children in comas, children on life support, and children with special needs so intense they couldn’t live outside of a hospital. The smell strikes her like a wave from a Kryptonite blaster and she has to fight to keep from going to her knees.

She doesn’t know how long she stands there, tears streaming down her face, before he’s lifting her off her feet, slipping one arm under her knees and the other around her back to carry her from the charred room. Kara places her arms around his neck and tucks her head into his shoulder. Mon-El carries her far away from the crater, avoiding other people so that no one can witness her weakness. She’s shaking when he sets her down in an abandoned waiting room in another wing of the hospital, her legs wobbling beneath her.

“Supergirl,” he says, at first, before dropping his voice to a more intimate tone. “Kara. You’re okay.”

“But those…,” her breath catches and her throat clamps open and shut. She swallows to gain control, but still has to fight her heaving breath. “Those babies….”

“Were gone in an instant,” he tells her. His words are pragmatic, but his eyes are filled with compassion and empathy. “They felt no pain. And there was nothing anyone can do. They were gone before we even got here. You know that, right? Look at me and tell me you know that.”

She gazes into his eyes, as his thumbs swipe away that tears that fall from hers. “I know that,” she croaks with an almost imperceptible nod.

“Good girl,” he says, half of his mouth lifting into a crooked, joyless smile. He pulls her into his arms, stroking down her back until her breathing begins to normalize.

It’s then that she realizes he isn’t wearing a shirt and she pulls back to look at him. The fire had burned off his t-shirt and jacket, but left his jeans mostly intact with the exception of the bottom half of one leg. “What happened your clothes?” she asks, though she already knows.

“Yeah,” he scoffs as though reading her mind. “I stood up to the fire just fine. My clothes, however, did not.”

“But you’re okay?”

“Right as houses,” he answers, eliciting a quirked eyebrow from her. “Or is it safe as rain? I can never get those right.” After a moment, an unabashed grin spreads across his face.

Despite the tragedy on the other side of the building, laughter bubbles up inside of her and spills out before she can stop it. She covers her mouth, but can’t take her eyes off him.

“There’s my sunshine,” he whispers.

Her breath catches her chest and her laughter dies a quick death. His wistful smile disappears as well, as he wonders if he has overstepped. The words slipped out before he even had a chance to realize they were on the tip of his tongue.

He has little time to worry about the ramifications of his slip-of-the-tongue, because the next thing he knows her mouth is on his, her arms wrapping around tightly his neck. Unlike most of their previous kisses, this one is confident and sure, without the tentative hesitation he’d seen before. In the past, she’d let him lead, needed him to lead, but now she’s taking his lesson to heart and demanding what she needs – which seems to be her tongue in his mouth.

“Mmmm,” he moans, giving as good as he gets. Blindly, his hands find her hips and pull her closer together wraps his arms around her waist, under her cape and pulls her body closer to his, heating up the space between them.

“Thank you,” she whispers against his mouth when she retreats for her breath.

“For what?” he asks.

“For being here. For me.”

“No place I’d rather be,” he confesses, swooping back in for a kiss.

“Hey guys! Could you knock it off? You’re still on comms.” Alex’s voice filters through Kara’s earpiece. Considering his proximity to Kara, Mon-El has no difficulty hearing Alex’s stern command, flavored with a small amount of perturbation.

Like a flash of lightening, a mortified Kara is tearing her comms device from her ear like it’s a hot ember and turning it off, practically crushing it in the process. “Oh my God!” she cries, dropping her head into her palm.

Disappointed by the end of the kiss, Mon-El thinks it’s for the best, because there’s still work for Supergirl to do here. And he knows that, as much as he’d like to, he can’t allow this relationship (is it a relationship?) to move forward until he tells her the truth about what he discovered the night before.

“The floors affected by the fire have been cleared, including four people trapped in an elevator,” he apprises her. “I loaded kids up on hospital beds and jumped them to ground.”

“Seriously?” she asks, not too sure about his methodology.

“They enjoyed the ride,” he shrugs, modestly. “I was careful and they were too excited about the evacuation to be worried about the fire. Kept begging me for another go.”

“They’ll never forget you now.”

“Yeah, well,” he begins, but looks away. He doesn’t know where to take the conversation from there. It was exciting saving lives, but this was just a fire which is something he can handle, even if his clothing can’t. But going up against another villain like Parasite, is not an idea he relishes. “I did what I could.”

“Yes, you did,” she praises. “And today it was exactly what I needed.”

Her choice of words has his head snapping up, his gray eyes gazing into her blue. He’s hopeful when sees a spark of pride there. Mon-El gaze drops down to her lips and more than anything he wants to kiss her again, but knows that wouldn’t be the best idea. “Just glad I could help,” he says. “You should let the Rescue team know it’s safe to enter the building.”

“I will,” she nods. The tug her body feels towards his is visceral and overpowering, the way a positive charge is drawn to a negative. It’s magnetic. She knows that if she steps any closer to him she’ll be drawn inexorably into his gravity, and now isn’t the time or the place for that.

“If you don’t need me for anything else…I’ll head back to the bar. There’s still a lot of work to be done.”

“Okay,” she responds, wishing she had an excuse to keep him near her. “You should change into something…more. Try the laundry room, they’re usually in the basement. Hospitals usually keep extra scrubs around for…clothing emergencies.” It occurs to her suddenly that he might not be familiar with the term and opens her mouth to explain.

“I know that term!” he says, before she can explain. “From the show with all the doctors having sex. Thanks for the advice. You’re sure they won’t mind?

“I’m sure they’ll consider it the least they could do.” He lingers before leaving, as though not quite ready to part from her yet. Kara interprets this as a good sign and decides to jump on the opportunity before he’s gone. “Will I see you later?”

What she wants to ask is ‘will we have sex later?’, but she’s not quite courageous enough for that. She doesn’t want to appear over-eager like one of those girls so clingy the guy practically has to peel her off of him, all while rolling his eyes in disgust. Her insides hit the pause button while she waits for his answer.

Mon-El wracks his brain debating what to say to her. Without a doubt, he wants to see her later, but there’s the small matter of the obstacle in his way, namely the serious discussion about her future sex life, or lack thereof. It’s a discussion they need to have sooner rather than later, and for her sake, it should be down away from the prying eyes and ears of the DEO.

“Hey…do you like ice cream?” Mon-El asks.

“I love ice cream.”’ she gushes. “Who doesn’t? I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!”

She’s effervescent, he thinks, like that first fizzy taste of Champagne when the fine bubbles dance on your tongue and up your nostrils just before the flavor hits. Her everyday joy is the anchor that keeps him together, keeps him from exploding into the cosmos like infinite particles of stardust. He doesn’t know how it happened so quickly, but it would kill him to lose her.

“There’s an ice cream shop on Becker, across from the park close to the DEO…”

“I know the place,” she nods, her smile suddenly shy again.

Kara wipes her palm against the skirt of her suit and Mon-El notices for the first time that she’s not wearing her usual darkly opaque tights. She’s just bare skin between the hem of her skirt and the top of her boots. His body reacts to the realization in an entirely inappropriate manner.

“I should be done for the day around 5. Would you meet me there?”

“Yeah,” she replies, breathily and almost too quickly. Then she corrects herself with the more formal and certain, “Yes! I’d like that. It’s a date.”

“See you there…sunshine.”

A knot in her chest releases then, unfurling like a flower in spring, as if she’d been holding on to that tightness since the first time he called her that. “Can’t wait.”

The breeze of his departure wafts through her hair and her body instantly feels the void of his presence. He had held her up when she had teetered on the edge of a full breakdown. Coaxed a smile when the darkness around them promised to swamp her.

He had told her everything was okay and, somehow, his presence had made that true.

TBC

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