#OC: Jade “Whiskey” Lockhart | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

whiskeyswriting · 1 year

Text

Meet Jade "Whiskey" Lockhart

{ Masterlist }

Name: Jaden Lockhart

Nickname: Jay or Whiskey

Age: 35

Job: Paramedic

Background: Former Air Force Pararescue jumper; recently moved to LA after being honorably discharged from AF; received Medal of Honor for saving her squad and civilians while under fire; once lost a fellow PJ at the beginning of her Air Force career; single-child; parents deceased; has a pet Carolina dog named Galahad

Description: Hazel eyes, strawberry blonde; 5’5”; size 12; has a few tattoos

Personality: Often bubbly but snarky; tends to take on everyone’s needs as if they were her responsibility; takes better care of others than herself; tends to be closed off to new people or in new circumstances; often found observing people and learning to read them; loves to cook & bake; often found cooking with Bobby or whenever she is stressed

Relationship Status: Single; was once engaged but left at the altar; currently crushing on Bobby Nash

Whiskey's Barrel (Permanent Tag List): @gracespicybradshaw @bayisdying @cycbaby @ladylanera @callmemana @starlit-epiphany @dragon-kazansky @askmarinaandothers @breadsquash @hisredheadedgoddess28 @callsignscupcake

#911 fox #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #Bobby Nash #Bobby Nash x OC #Bobby Nash x Original Character #OC: Jade “Whiskey” Lockhart #Bobby Nash x Jade Lockhart #mrsjaderogers #mrsjaderogerswrites

10 notes · View notes

whiskeyswriting · 11 months

Text

Lost Hearts Meet

{ Masterlist }

They always say high stress situations cause your adrenaline to spike. The need to survive overpowers the fear. But sometimes, that rush of adrenaline never comes. Not when you’re a PJ and you fail to rescue your comrade. The adrenaline is gone when you are forced to call TOD. It’s gone when you have to watch the casket be loaded and unloaded from the plane. It’s only fear that appears when you’re at the funeral service and their family blames you for their death.

“Fear. Adrenaline. Booze. Liquor. Where do you learn to tell the difference? That’s the question. You can’t tell the difference. Well, at least I couldn’t. For a while, I was drinking on the job. I was just careful about it. I risked everything I worked for just to feel numb. Then I got my wake up call. I’ve been sober for 995 days… It’s been a hell of a struggle,” Jade admits to the new faces that surround her at the AA meeting. “Hi. I’m Jade. And I’m an alcoholic.”

The rest of the group greets her and they continue to share their victories as well as their struggles and relapses. Jade listens to each of their stories. Sympathizes with their struggles. She’s often found herself struggling to stay on the wagon, but she is proud of herself that she hadn't fallen.

After the meeting, Jade goes to make herself a coffee. A few of the people start up a conversation with her asking her about her move, how she’s liking LA, and if she was a veteran.

Jade answers each of the questions, but her eye and attention keep going to the handsome man towards the back of the group. He was observing everyone while he would sip from his bottled water. There was just something about him that called to her but she knew he’d never go for somebody that was clearly younger than him.

Jade gives him a shy smile and wave, which he returns. She wants to walk over to introduce herself but when she sees a woman rub his arm up and down she backs off.

She’s about to head out when there’s a commotion in the gym. “Someone call 911!” Jade runs back to the forming crowd. “What happened?”

“He was fine then said he was feeling dizzy and when he fell he hit his head on the stage.”

Jade takes out her pen light from her pocket and checks for his pulse. “Was he complaining of anything earlier? Did he have anything different to eat or drink? Had he been sick?”

“Are you a doctor?” Someone asks.

“No. I’m an… I was an Air Force medic. Someone still needs to call 911,” Jade replies.

“I’ve already called them,” a voice says behind her. When Jade turns to see who it was, it was the handsome man from earlier. “Thank you.”

The man kneels down on the other side of the victim. “What can I do? I’m a firefighter.”

“Check for his vitals. I’m going to administer CPR. Starting compressions.” Jade uses her training to start CPR. There’s no ventilation device or time to improvise for one so Jade gives him mouth to mouth, alternating with the compressions.

After a minute, the man coughs and starts breathing raggedly and trying to sit up. Jade has someone bring her a first aid kit while she tends to the cut on his forehead.

“Can you tell me your name? What year are we in?” Jade asks him to make sure he’s fully conscious.

The man answers her. “I’m Jake. And we’re in 20Dumpster Fire.”

Jade laughs. “Ah yes. The year of our Lord and Savior: Chaos… I want you to still go to urgent care to get checked out. But I don’t want you driving in those conditions. I can call you an ambulance or I can give you a ride.”

“A ride… If you don’t mind. My wife will go crazy if she sees another hospital bill. I should call her.”

“Go ahead and do that,” Jade says and she has two of the men help him sit on a nearby chair.

As she goes to throw away the gloves she had one, the handsome man she spotted earlier approaches her.

“You saved his life. Not many people would know how to react.”

“I’m… Well I was a pararescue. Air Force.”

His eyes widened a bit in surprise. “But you’re so…”

“Short?” Jade finishes his sentence teasingly.

“No. No. You said was…”

“I was honorably discharged. Wounded in the field.”

“I… I’m Bobby. Captain Nash. You wouldn’t be in the search for a job would you?”

“I actually am. Just wanted to take a couple of weeks to settle down. I moved here from Florida.”

“How would you feel about coming to work as a paramedic? There’s an open position at my firehouse.”

Jade smiles at him. ”Does today’s heroic count as my interview?” She asks teasingly.

Bobby chuckles. “If only it worked like that.”

They exchange contact information. “I can text you the link to apply.”

Jade nods. “I’d appreciate it. I’ll also keep you posted on this guy’s condition,” she says as they get Jake into her car.

************

Two Weeks Later

Jade parked her truck in the nearly empty lot. She gave herself one last look in the rear view mirror. “This is as good as it gets, Jade,” she tells herself.

Despite having survived getting injured overseas, the idea of being part of a new team made her a bit nervous. It wasn’t until she was sitting in the Captain’s office that she visibly relaxed a bit.

“Captain Nash,” she greeted Bobby with a nod.

“Captain Lockhart,” he greeted back. “Welcome to the 118.”

Whiskey's Barrel: @askmarinaandothers @bayisdying @breadsquash @callmemana @callsignscupcake @cycbaby @dragon-kazansky @gracespicybradshaw @hisredheadedgoddess28 @ladylanera @starlit-epiphany

Whiskey’s Medics:

A/N: To be added to this (or other tag lists), please fill out the form located in this post.

#911 fox #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #Bobby Nash #Bobby Nash x OC #Bobby Nash x Original Character #OC: Jade “Whiskey” Lockhart #Bobby Nash x Jade Lockhart #mrsjaderogers #mrsjaderogerswrites

6 notes · View notes