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Bellamy Blake Town of Polaris Fire Department. 25. Single. Iron sharpens iron, and I'm about 90% iron at this point. Every day, stronger than the last. My sister, Octavia and I have been through the fires, and come out stronger the other side. Now I fight those fires head on.

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raveninthesun‌:

Raven took pride in how she’d decorated the shop. None of the guys that worked there gave a damn if it looked good, but since she lived there, she tried to keep it aesthetically pleasing. At least as much as a garage could. “Thanks, Bell.” For a flicker of a moment her smile was soft– appreciative. That didn’t last long though as Bellamy explained his reason for the drop in, and she countered what ways he could return payment. Everyone gave her money, but having a little power over him? Sadistically she took delight in it. “Perfect. Mine, huh? Better watch your choice of words carefully, Bell. Otherwise I’ll have you doing all sort of tasks for me. I promise though - only one IOU. Unless of course there’s more than one thing wrong with your baby.”

Her eyes shone, boring deeply into his for another locked second before she broke the connection. If she lingered too long, she might do something stupid again. Like kiss him. Not that Raven regretted that night together; at least not in general terms. It had been fantastic. However, it also left her feeling vulnerable because truth was, she cared more for Bellamy than she let on. “So is it making any funny sounds or rattling, or just seems rough? You did remember to put gas in it, right?” She couldn’t resist teasing him about something that anyone with a driver’s license knew to do. Then again, she’d seen so many people tear up their cars by constantly running the tank on empty. “Alright, I’m gonna grab my tool box, why don’t you pull her right in there,” the mechanic directed, pointing toward an open spot in the shop. 

If he didn’t know any better, it was a moment of sincerity from Raven, the soft thank you she gave him over how he described the decor inside the shop. She of course also made it her home, and took a possessive ownership of it. “You’re welcome,” his reply matched hers in earnest. The moment didn’t last, however, once she wanted to know why he’d come in there in the first place. “Oh I know what I said, that’s just how much I trust you with my truck that I’m willing to offer myself out there like that.” He shrugged, smile returning to his face again. “Well you’re the expert, far as I know it’s just the one thing wrong with her. Maybe there’s more, so maybe it’ll be more IOU’s?” He really was in her hands now, nobody knew as much about mechanics as she did and he wasn’t the type that would try to bluff his way through and try to act like he knew just as much.

“None I can hear, it just feels... off. I don’t know how to explain it really other than that, there’s just something not quite right. It sounds a little louder than normal too, maybe that’s connected?” He shook his head again, and snapped his finger. “Knew I forgot something.” Her teasing nature couldn’t help but make him grin, Bellamy’s tongue peeking out as he licked his lip. “Okay, I’ll be right back with her then. Don’t get lost in here now.” He left the garage and went to go start up his truck, waiting for her to open the bay door and then eased it into the spot she’d directed him to. Far from the first time she’d ordered him around, and the truth was from her, he kind of liked it. Their night together always managed to find its way back into his mind whenever he was around her, and today it was there louder than ever.

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octaviainthesky‌:

INSTAGRAM: OCTAVIAINTHESKY UPLOADED A NEW PICTURE!

back to the real world. stay gold, mt. weather. until we meet again. @bellamythroughtheflames

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@bellamythroughtheflames​: God, that was great. Can we go back yet?

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octaviainthesky‌:

Tent’s set up, fire is safely going thanks to the big bro, beer is on ice, and the fireworks are still super illegal. I think it’s officially time to say-

Bellamy grinned as he surveyed the campsite. “Damn fine job I did too. Now let’s party.”

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raveninthesun‌:

The tension between them blew her away, truthfully. Raven had always felt that spark when Bellamy was in her presence, but sure as hell she wasn’t going to let him know that. They’d succumbed to their desires only once, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t though of it more often. There was a small part of her that wanted to rekindle that connection; Bellamy had made her feel safe and beautiful and wanted. Who didn’t crave that? Even someone like herself, who was rough around the edges and could have an acid tongue wanted something real. Admitting though might make her appear weak; especially when she was certain Bellamy wouldn’t be any easier to settle down.

“Oh, good! That’s exactly what I was going for,” Raven drilled back with a hint of delight in her voice. “Mhmm, Bell. Whatever you say.”

Raven’s eyes fluttered for the briefest moment at their close proximity; she didn’t bother to back away, nor did she close the space any further. She simply basked in the warmth radiating from him. “An IOU,” she answered deftly without even second thought. Money she earned all the time from the other customers, and beer she was old enough to buy now. The third option though was open for suggestions, and she tended to keep it that way until something she really wanted came to mind. “There are a lot of things,” she mused, lips sliding into a smirk as she let her gaze meet his. “I don’t have to decide now though, do I? I’d rather hold it over your head for a bit.”

It was getting so thick in here, you could almost literally cut it with a knife now. The dares were getting harder to ignore, but Bellamy somehow managed to even when she ruffled his hair gently trying to get him flustered. Happy, or maybe sarcastic, at his guess at how she’d decorated the shop, there was just the slightest bit of excitement in her tone. “Well then you nailed it, totally,” he replied with more of a smirk. He shook his head with a grin.

Bringing up one of the reasons he’d stopped in, his truck, he wondered what she might want as payment for taking a look and making sure nothing was terribly wrong with it. The options she’d given were all pretty decent in return, but he wasn’t about to make the choice; he let her decide instead. It took her about a second to come up with her price, an IOU. Intriguing, slightly dangerous but all very Raven. “Okay then, an IOU it is then.” The smirk she gave him sent a shiver up his spine again; whatever she potentially had planned to call in, it was sure to be something that’d keep him off guard. “No you don’t, no time limit. Until you think of something, I guess I’m yours for the calling, aren’t I?” This was bound to be interesting, one way or another.

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artistxclarke‌:

“Less fires in the summer, less heat you have to deal with.” She smiled. She couldn’t imagine going into a fire, but Bellamy was brave. “Not lame at all.” She had plans like that herself. “I want to paint more. I’ve been lacking in that department for a little bit.” But that was something she usually kept to herself. “Camping sounds fun. Getting away from life for a moment.”

“Actually you’d be surprised, it doesn’t really get cut down in the summer, still lots of calls get made. Barbecue season, people get cocky, it’s a thing.” He laughed, and gave her a polite nod when she deemed it not lame. “Thanks then. And you should get to, devote more time to your art. There’s probably never a good time when things slow down for you at work, but you deserve to make some room in your schedule for it.” Bellamy knew her to be talented as an artist, no matter how little she actually showed anybody. “Right? Just about perfect, actually.”

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octaviainthesky‌:

Octavia couldn’t help the soft chuckle that fell out of her lips. She could always count on her brother to jump in and be prepared to save the day, even if she acted like it was the worst thing in the world sometimes, and mostly pretended like she never even needed his help. Truth was, she treasured it when it mattered the most, even if she never could admit it. “Something other than waffles?” Octavia teased, then offered. “I can buy the chips and alcohol, me trying to make anything would probably end in a disaster.” She hummed, watching the fighters practice in ways she already knew she was better than them in. “C’mon Bell, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? Of course, she’s tough, but I know I’ve got what it takes.”

Her laugh brought a smile to his lips, it wasn’t something he got to hear all that often these days. “Of course, other than waffles. Then again, the guy who manages to figure out a way to barbecue waffles is going to be a very rich man.” Now it was his turn to laugh as she admitted her ceiling was in picking up drinks and snacks. “And they say you never learn, O. Between the three of us I think we’ve got this figured out.” Shaking his head to himself as she talked herself up, “It’s a nice thought, but things don’t always work out that way though either. What doesn’t kill you can still put a hurting on you. Just be careful in there, okay? I’ve got all the faith that you can do it, Octavia but it still doesn’t make me feel any better.”

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artistxclarke‌:

“Yeah, it’s not exactly LA.” She joked. After taking a sip, Clarke laughed and playfully rolled her eyes. “No judgement!” She joked. “I’m glad people started to realize that they shouldn’t put cardboard in the oven anymore.” It seemed like a lot less trouble was happening in town, but that just meant something big was going to come soon. “Anything fun planned for the summer? A bucket list or something?”

She was right, compared to somewhere like Los Angeles this was practically the backwoods. “Okay okay, no judgement.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Not if they want to keep their home intact, anyways. And you know, nothing too much that I feel like needs to get planned. I’d be good with just getting to enjoy the sun a bit, swimming. All the normal summer stuff like camping. And if that makes me lame, so be it.” He took another swig of his drink, and pointed the neck of the bottle back at Clarke. “What about you? Big bucket list?”

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raveninthesun‌:

“I’m offended that you don’t like what I’ve done with the place. Not a fan of old license plates and grease stains? Perhaps I misjudged your taste after all, Bell.”

Deflection– distracting. Avoiding any sense of vulnerability because it might make her appear weak. Those were some of Raven’s strongest qualities. She and Bellamy had never spoken of that night they let their guards down, and it was better kept that way. She wasn’t dumb; she knew that although sometimes those smoldering eyes of his would set her afire, he didn’t see her as the type of girl you settled down with. And she wasn’t. That was a mantra she repeated in her head all of the time. Since a real relationship would mean she actually cared about something, or someone.

So, she purposely messed up the mop of curls as if it had been her intention all the while. Raven tried to ignore the small space shortening between them, or how his breath almost tickled her lips. Did she wanna kiss him again? Sure. Was she going to? No way. “Yes, I’ll spare you– today, and only today.” Her smirk quickly returned, and Raven tried to keep her eyes glued to his - fiercely - instead of letting them falter to take in those cute freckles along the bridge of his nose.

“I suppose I could do that, but what’s in it for me? Some beers? Food? Or another IOU?”

It was so dangerous to be quite this close to Raven, given that the last time it happened it led to what it was they never spoke of again after the fact. And despite the fact that their back and forth teasing was a way to mask any underlying sexual tension between them, the prospect of her actually wanting it to happen again or that she might have any interest in more than just a hookup was a pipe dream. Bellamy was quite sure of this, and so he fought to put it all in the back of his mind. “Oh no, it’s just swell actually. It’s like avante-garde meets New York City sweatshop.” The grin was still etched on his face as she messed up his hair on purpose, but didn’t give an inch from his position leaning against the counter. “I think you pegged my taste just fine, Raven.”

That little move brushing her hand through his hair brought back memories of her tugging on it in a fit of pleasure, and Bellamy would be lying if it didn’t make him wonder just what would happen if he tried to lean in further and plant one on her. There was the possibility she’d be into it and would let him take her right then and there, but a much larger chance she’d find that hidden crowbar and bash him in the side of the head with it for even thinking about it.

“Depends on what you want for it. Those are all good options and you’re the one in control here. So really, what’s your desire?”

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raveninthesun‌:

Honestly, it was the best way to break up the day. A little lighthearted banter with the guy that she wouldn’t dare admit got her motor running. Bellamy challenged her and Raven loved that– no, craved it. She could almost feel his breath mingling with hers across the counter, and a wicked grin broke forth from her at his confession. “I know you do. You keep coming back here for it. Although I think you’re a little delusional if you think that was any kind of compliment, your highness.” 

His muse made her almost wish she did have a crowbar behind her; not to use, but just to give him a little jump. Instead she reached over to ruffle his hair - crossing that imaginary boundary between them but without actually bringing any harm to him. Not her finest moment though, as it reminded her of their unspoken hook-up, and her hands gripping those curls in pleasure. Her smirk faltered slightly but Raven tried to play it cool as she recoiled her hand back quickly.

“I mean, nothing special happening really. So I guess I’ll forgive you– today.” Raven dropped her chin into her hands, letting dark eyes peek back up at his. “What are you up to? Got nothing better to do than bug me?”

That smirk, the way she challenged every word that came out of his mouth, that was Raven Reyes. She could crawl underneath your skin and stay there for days at a time, invade your every waking thought without even trying. All Bellamy could do as she gave as well as she got was grin right back and continue to posture against her. “It’s not the decor, that’s for sure. And hey, a king is a king however you want to look at it.”

The gap of space between them had just about disappeared now, and for his wisecrack about a crowbar which would be particularly lethal in Raven’s hands, Bellamy watched as she ran a hand preparing to ruffle his hair only to stop herself quickly, lingering a second. It brought him back to memories of that night they’d gotten together, the way she’d taken particular pleasure in tugging on his messy mop of dark hair. Neither were willing to mention it again, for reasons that still didn’t fully make sense to Bellamy but he wasn’t about to break that stalemate either.

Save for a brief moment that smirk was back on her soft, graceful lips. “I guess that makes me lucky then, right?” His gaze settled on hers again, now she leaned against the counter and up at him. “Not too much, just got off work earlier. And you’d think so, right? Funny you should ask, I have noticed the clutch in my truck sticking a bit. Think you could spare a minute to take a look?”

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raveninthesun‌:

“Like I said– they’ll be back. At least I’m honest with them. I would prefer honesty over polite any day. I mean, you keep coming back here, don’t cha’? And I’m not exactly sweet as pie to you, Bell.”

Raven’s lips curled fondly, mirroring Bellamy’s smirk. He wasn’t wrong; this was the best place within miles to get work done on anything motorized. At least she could say he had good taste, even though she was pretty sure he’d stopped by solely to give her hell. Raven didn’t mind that though - she liked Bellamy far more than she let show. He could banter with her better than anyone, and it fueled her. Unlike the duds she had to work side by side with every day. 

“Let me guess? You put that memo out, didn’t you? Makes sense, considering you’re the king of grating my nerves.” Despite the words that came out, there was a softness burning within her eyes, and Raven’s smirk delicately slipped into more of a smile than anything. She’d deny it, but liked when he would stop by– whether he had any agenda or not. Her gaze floated between them and the slim surface that separated her from wacking him on the shoulder. “You scared to get too close, Bell?” Her smirk returned as she leaned over the counter toward him, daringly. “So did you have any reason to come by or did you really just wanna put a dent in my day?”

Bellamy let a chuckle out at the brazenly sure way Raven was confident. “And you’re probably right, they come here when they want the job done right. Honesty... now you might be reaching. Not everybody values that brutal honesty like you do.” He paused a moment, then leaned against the counter just as she was doing, putting them not that far apart from one another. “I guess I’m not everybody, because I actually do prefer the honesty.”

The unspoken dare going on between them really did give him life, it was the whole point of stopping by here. It just wouldn’t be the same if they weren’t teasing one another back and forth. “I’m not scared at all, Raven, a little closeness never hurt anybody. Unless you’ve got a crowbar hidden back there.” He smirked even harder now. “And all I’m hearing is that I’m the king. So thanks for that.”

Bellamy locked eyes with her. “Oh no real reason this time, but that’s a nice bonus. Was it going well enough that you’d even feel a dent in it?”

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artistxclarke‌:

Clarke laughed. “Cheers.” She replied and nodded. The blonde playfully rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t say most talented.” She gave him a small smirk. “Pretty good. Just wanting to relax, and definitely didn’t want to head home to my apartment.” She took another sip of her beer. “How about the most amazing firefighter?”

“I would. Then again you don’t really take praise that well, never have.” Bellamy took note of the smirk on his face, and nodded again. “I get wanting to relax, not much else to do in town but come here either.” Mirroring her as he took another drink, “Ah see there you go, praising somebody else when you won’t take it. I’m good though, thanks. People seem to be causing less fires lately, so it hasn’t been too busy at least.”

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octaviainthesky‌:

Octavia brushed a hand over her tight athletic shorts and noticed a thread coming loose on one side, most likely from use as she couldn’t remember the last time she had spent a day away from Arkadia. She also refused to buy anything new until what she had was completely worn out, a trait most likely left over from an early childhood she barely remembered. It worried her, sometimes, that she struggled to remember their old apartment, their old life… their mother’s face. In times like those, she found herself wondering the streets of Polaris Heights, usually standing in front of an extremely rundown apartment building with questionable people moving in and out of it.

Occasionally, she brushed off those feelings, recognizing that she had ended up in a really good life. Octavia couldn’t be more thankful for that; it got her to where she needed to be, here and now, in this moment. “Of course, dad would never let me hear the end of it,” She nodded against the phone even though Bellamy couldn’t see. When would she ever pass up an opportunity to see her brother? Okay, Octavia could think of a few times, but this wasn’t one of them. “I’ve been good, staying alive. I’ve been trying to convince Indra to let me fight in a higher weight class, everything she throws at me is too easy.”

Just hearing her voice over the phone had Bellamy more at ease, with Octavia there was usually a distance of some kind but usually it was self-imposed. She’d keep to herself, spend endless hours at Arkadia, but Bellamy tried to make a point of stopping in at least a couple of times a month at the gym. The fire station had its own equipment to keep the squad in shape, and what’s more Bell knew if he’d shown up every day it could cause tension- Octavia deserved a place of her own to hang out and make her own territory. He knew the employees and some of the other regulars from Arkadia, and trusted they’d keep her from getting into too much trouble.

“Then that seals it, I’ll be there for sure. Marcus might be manning the grill but I’ll make sure there’s some other stuff there to eat too. Just in case he goes all cajun style.” His smile continued as he listened to her give just a little more information about her life these days. The pride couldn’t help but swell in him to hear her talk about needing more of a challenge; he’d never be thrilled with her getting involved with boxing, but if she had to then at least she was damn good at it. “That’s the Blake spirit for you, just make sure you don’t bite off more than you can chew, O. She might be keeping you in a lower class for a reason. But I suppose you’ve been keeping on her good side to try and win her over?”

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artistxclarke‌:

Clarke wasn’t surprised that a friend was here either. She smiled. “It wasn’t too bad, but definitely long.” She laughed. “I could use a drinking partner.” She raised her beer before taking a sip of it. “Have you been here long?”

The odds with a town the size of Polaris, if you spent much time at the bar invariably one or more of their friends would show up before too long. “I hear that, trust me.” He grinned and tapped the edge of his beer against the rim of hers. “Cheers. And nah, not that long. Maybe twenty minutes?” He took another sip of beer and leaned against the bartop. “So how is the most talent nurse in town doing tonight?”

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octaviainthesky‌:

Octavia didn’t take the chance to reach out to Bellamy as much as she should have, especially considering he was the only real family she had left. Sure, there was Marcus, who she even found herself slipping up and referring to as ‘dad’ a few times, and their little group of friends which ended up bonding together in some sort of weird, delinquent family unit over the years. But Bellamy? Bellamy was her big brother, they’d been through hell and back together, and she’d always put him above whatever other semblance of family she had managed to find thus far. And she had to admit, even though she acted annoyed, she secretly liked when Bellamy went into Protective Big Brother mode and got all snoopy. 

“Glad to see you’re still alive, big brother,” She mumbled appreciatively, sitting on the bench next to her bag, watching the other boxers lifted weights and kick bags around the gym. It wasn’t a secret that Octavia wasn’t fond of his job. The last thing she wanted was the most important person in her life to go running into fires. But it was Bellamy, she knew her brother would always take the opportunity to be the hero, and she kind of admired that about him too. “Marcus wants to know if you’re able to do dinner this weekend? I’m pretty sure he wants to make sure you’re there because he’s going to attempt to use the grill and we all know how that’s going to end up.”

It was good to hear her voice. Octavia could come off to most as having this tough wall put up, and god did she ever. But the fleeting times when she’d leave it down were usually reserved for him. And occasionally Marcus. A smile crept up on his face as she answered back, in her own way letting him know one more time in an endless parade what she thought of his chosen profession. “Another day above ground, you know.” He got it, he knew why she wasn’t a fan of him being a firefighter, and all he could do was tell her over and over again he’d always take the utmost care, and he’d always be around.

“Thanks for the heads up, I’ll make sure we’re on high alert this weekend.” He chuckled into the phone’s receiver, finally finding the bar at the bottom of his bag. “And I’m free actually, so dinner sounds like fun. This means you’ll be there too, right?” Taking a bit of protein bar, that was more representative of how he’d been eating lately. A home cooked meal, barbecue no less... sounded fantastic. “I’m looking forward to it, actually. How’ve you been, sis?”

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raveninthesun‌:

“Look, that’s the best deal you’re gonna get. If you take it to a shop out of town they’re going to charge you for every little thing. Plus the gas to get there. And they probably won’t fix it properly, so you’ll wind up back here groveling on your knees. But, it’s your money– not mine. I’m not hurting for any new customers.” Arms crossed over her chest, Raven gave a couple of potential customers the raw truth, after they tried to haggle over price. Judging from their pimped out SUV and glittery jewelry, they were just trying to be cheap.

“I only charge what’s fair for parts and labor,” she added pointedly with a shrug. “You know where I’ll be if you change your mind.” The couple sauntered off, causing the mechanic to roll her eyes in agitation. Noticing a familiar face trail in after them, Raven’s expression became more dramatic, though there was a playful glint in her eyes, and a genuine smile took over her lips. “Oh, great. Did word get out that I needed people to piss me off today?”

“Look at you, always making sure the customer is number one.”

Bellamy couldn’t contain the giddy little thrill he got from watching Raven go off on people, especially people who deserved it like the couple who brushed past him out the door to the shop. “You know you’re lucky this is the best shop in town, Raven. Or you might just be in trouble here.” Scratching his nose as he caught her eyeline with a smirk on his face, he began to walk over to the counter closer to her. Of all the people in town, he enjoyed razzing her more than anyone else. The truth was, she actually was the best mechanic in town and there wasn’t another person around he’d entrust the care of his pickup truck to.

“And that word got out a long time ago. I wouldn’t worry about today so much.” By now he’d reached the counter, with only the thin surface between them and potentially keeping her from launching herself at him in a fit of rage. Bell did usually keep pushing until she came back at him.

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artistxclarke‌:

A yawn escaped her lips as Clarke walked into Polis. She had just got done with a shift, but it wasn’t a long one for her to want to go home right away and sleep forever. Being a nurse was rewarding, but it was definitely draining. She just needed to get her mind off of work. 

As she sat down at the bar, she ordered a beer. She was definitely in need for one. 

He hadn’t been at Polis very long when Bellamy saw Clarke walk in and take a seat up at the bar. Deciding to pry a little and check on his friend and how she was doing, he picked up his own drink and walked over to plunk himself down beside her at the next stool over. “Long day, I’m guessing? Hope you don’t mind the company now?”

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octaviainthesky‌:

Octavia threw one last punch at the heavy bag in front of her, worn after spending so many years being on the receiving end of blows, silver tape holding it together at the seams. It wasn’t the first time she looked at the bag and couldn’t help but relate to it, as foolish as that seemed. She definitely was never going to say that out loud though, no. Octavia Blake didn’t talk about feelings, not really. Instead, she used her pent up emotions and high energy to punch them out and when she was done, sweat dripping down her forehead and struggling to catch her breath, she felt just a little better. 

Of course, the feelings always came back- try as she might, in the short twenty years that Octavia has lived, she’s never been able to shake the emotional roller coaster that described her past. But for now, she had worked her body enough for a few hours of peace, and was ready for a chance to just chill. Peeling off her gloves and throwing them straight into her gym bag, she swiped her towel across her forehead and sighed, picking up her cellphone and dialing the first number that came to mind, waiting for the person on the other side to pick up.

Just finishing up his shift at the fire station for the day, Bellamy had just gotten into his truck when his cell phone began to vibrate in his pocket. It’d been an especially long shift, even without any active fires they’d chosen today to maintain the gear and equipment. The truck itself was spotless now, not that it’d be appreciated by anybody but there was still a sense of pride in getting it done.

Fishing his phone out, he glanced at the screen and saw his sister’s photo staring back at him. Octavia didn’t make a habit of reaching out all that often, usually it was him calling her to check up on his little sister. So he decided to answer right away, slamming the truck door shut but not starting it up yet. His old beater didn’t have hands-free or any other fancy features. “Hey O, good timing. I just got off shift, what’s up?” He juggled the phone to his ear as he dug into the bag sitting on the front seat next to him, looking for a protein bar.