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Forbidden Love (5) - Hi, baby. Did you miss me?

Pairing: Jason Pelham x Alison Jones

Summary: An unexpected visitor shows up at the firehouse, bringing some disturbed memories to one of the first responders.

Warning: mentions of child assault.

Words count: 2.3k

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A knock on the door startled Severide as he was finishing his report from the last call. Glancing at the glass door, he saw Alie waving her hand as she flashed him a small smile. 

“Hey.” He whispered, opening the door.

“Hey. Can I come in?” She kept her voice down, afraid she would wake up the team sleeping in the bunk room.

Nodding his head, Severide opened the door a little further so Alie could step inside his office, then closed it again. Seating back on his chair, he watched Ailie get comfortable in his bed. 

“You okay?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, not sure what she wanted to talk about.

“Yeah. I wanted to make sure you are okay, actually.” She confessed, noticing a frown appearing in Severide’s face. “I’m not blind, Sev. I noticed your reaction when Sylvie came running inside the firehouse with another letter from Casey. What was that about?”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Severide looked outside the window, avoiding Alie’s big brown eyes, as the same thoughts consumed his mind, over and over again.

“Sev, please, talk to me.” Sitting closer to her friend, Alie’s lips curved slightly into a smirk. “Did you get upset cause Casey didn’t send you a letter too?” She playfully asked, but Severide didn’t laugh. As he turned his face to look at Alie, she was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

“Stella, she-...” He shook his head and bit his lip, struggling to put his feelings into words. “She doesn't reply to my texts or my calls. When she does, it’s always something short and simple, she doesn’t even want to talk to me. And I don’t know what to do.” He confessed, blinking away the tears, trying to look strong.

“I’m so sorry, Sev.” Alie whispered, gently squeezing his hand. “Maybe she’s just busy with the program. I’m sure everything will be just fine when she comes back-”

“That’s the thing.” He interrupted. “I don’t know if she’s coming back.” He sounded almost angry, but looking into his eyes Alie could see how sad, broken he was. 

“What do you mean?”

Wiping his tears with the sleeve of his jacket, Severide took a deep breath. “Boden wanted Stella to be the new lieutenant on Truck 81, but she didn't reply to his calls either.  I don’t think she wants to be a lieutenant anymore. I don’t think she wants to come back to 51, or to me.” He confessed with a shaky voice. Putting those words out in the open felt like a punch in his stomach, making him sick with just the thought of not being with Stella again.

“Hey, don’t say that.” Alie shook her head, wiping Severide’s fresh tears. “Kelly, she loves you! You’re just going through a tough time in your relationship, but I’m sure everything will be okay.”

“I’m not so sure anymore.” He whispered back.

-/-/-

“Jones?” Pelham called, entering the common room. Looking around, he saw her exiting Severide’s office. Making his way towards her, Pelham gently knocked on the bunk room door, not wanting to wake up the whole team. “Jones? There’s a woman on the apparatus floor wanting to talk to you. It sounded urgent.” He confessed, approaching the firefighter.

Confused, Alie frowned. Besides the fact that it was late, Alie wasn’t used to getting visitors at the firehouse - or anywhere, really. Thanking the lieutenant, Alie made her way to meet the mysterious woman outside the firehouse.

“Can I help you?” Alie asked, approaching the woman who had her back to Alie. As the woman turned around, Alie couldn’t believe her eyes. Taking a step back, she took a shaky breath as her head started to spin. She felt sick.

“Hi, baby.” The woman’s voice was soft as a sympathetic smile appeared on her face. She took a step closer, making Alie take a step back, involuntarily. She aged from the last time Alie saw her. She had more wrinkles than Alie could remember. She had lost a significant amount of weight, probably because of her drinking problems or the death of her husband - or both. Her features had changed. She looked small, fragile. If it wasn’t for those eyes that haunted Alie in her dreams, she wouldn’t have recognized her own mother.

Looking at her mom with side eyes, it took all the strength in her body to make Alie speak. “Wha-What are you doing here??” 

“You didn’t reply to any of my texts, or my calls.” Slightly shrugging her shoulders, the woman flashed an apologetic smile. “I thought I could stop by to see you-” 

“Well, you can’t. I told you to stay away from me.” Alie cut her off. “Now, please, go away and don’t come back.” She turned around to go back to the firehouse but was stopped by a hand grabbing her arm.

“Alison, please!” The woman begged, staring Alie in the eye. “You can’t avoid me forever. We’re family-”

“DON’T!” Alie shouted as she released her arm. “You don’t get to use that word!” Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. “I don’t consider you family. Not anymore.”

Shaking her head, her mom could feel the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. “Alie, please, don’t say that. I’m your mother, I’ll always be your family!”

The lack of emotion was clear as Alie's steady voice came out just above a whisper. “You are DEAD to me.” As her lips lightly curved into a smirk, she took a step closer. “I hope Stephen is burning in hell right now.”

“Alison!” Her mom slapped her in the face, she couldn’t believe those words. “He was like a father to you!”

“HE DESTROYED ME!” Alie shouted, feeling her cheek burn. “I was just a little girl and he RUINED me!” Shaking her head, Alie quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “And what did you do, huh? NOTHING! You let him do that to me. You chose your disgusting, rapist husband over your own daughter! You never believed me when I told you what he used to do to me!” Alie could feel her throat hurt. She didn’t care if someone could hear her yelling, she didn’t mind the tears running down her cheeks. All she felt was anger, pain, and she just wanted to let it all out. As she let out a long sigh, she looked down at her mother in disgust. “How could you? How can a mother let someone do that to her child? Her baby girl? I trusted him, I trusted you.” Letting out a sob, she ran her hands down her face. She took advantage of her mother's silence to let it all out of her chest. “For so long, every time I used to close my eyes, all I could see was his face. All I could smell was his cheap cologne and the mix of bourbon and cigar. He haunted me for so long. But not anymore!” Standing closer, just a few inches from her mom’s face, Alie screamed. “I WANT YOU TO ROT IN HELL! BOTH OF YOU!”

Her mom stood there in silence, her body shaking - from crying or from fear, no one could tell. Taking a step back, Alie sniffled, cleaning her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her jacket.

“I hate you.” Alison whispered with gritted teeth, looking down at the woman who brought her to the world. “Get out of here and don’t you dare to come back.”

Nodding her head in understanding, her mother turned around and left, crying all the way back to her car. Finally feeling like she could breathe again, Alie walked two steps before she collapsed on the floor. Letting out a low, desperate groan, she felt two arms hugging her body in a tight embrace.

“It’s okay. She’s gone.” Pelham’s voice was soft as he spoke in her ear, his hand running up and down her back. “You’re safe now, I promise.” He whispered, feeling her tears soaking the fabric of his shirt.

For the first time in years, Alie didn’t flinch when she felt a male hand touching her body. Instead, she believed in his words when he told her she was safe. And that's exactly how she felt. Her muscles relaxed under the warmth of Pelham’s embrace. With her head leaned against his chest, she sobbed like a little girl, scared of the monster under her bed. The monster is gone now, but he will always be present in her memories.

Pelham knew Alie was going through something. He just never expected to be this. He didn’t mean to hear the whole conversation, but he did hear Alie’s screams and picked up some pieces. He felt disgusted. He couldn’t imagine what was going through Alie’s mind in this moment, but he knew she needed someone. Even if this someone was a man she barely knew.

Once her breaths were even and she had stopped crying, Alie lifted her head from Pelham’s chest. As their eyes met, her cheeks blushed with embarrassment and she quickly pulled away from him. He shouldn’t have seen her like this. Broken. Fragile.

“I-I should go.” Alie quickly mumbled, standing up. Not looking back, she ran to the bathroom, locking the door right behind her as she muffled her soft cries with the back of her hand.

-/-/-

"You know," Gallo took a seat on the common room table to eat his cereal, then pointed at Pelham with his spoon. "Once Kidd comes back, are you still going to be our lieutenant?" 

"I don't know-"

"No, he's not." Severide interrupted, making his way to the coffee pot.

Gallo already regretted making that question, as he felt the tension in the room rising. Shaking his head, Ritter cursed under his breath, whispering a sarcastic 'good job, buddy' as he sent Gallo a thumbs up.

Staring at Severide's back, Pelham licked his lips and sighed. "Chief Boden reached out for her, asking if she wanted to be the new lieutenant, but she didn't answer. She hasn't shown any interest."

"That doesn't mean you get the job." The squad lieutenant replied before making his way to his office.

"Really, Gallo!? What is wrong with you?" Violet whispered, slapping Gallo in the arm.

Playing with the food on his plate, Pelham couldn't help but think about Gallo's question. What was gonna happen to him once Kidd comes back wasn't really a mystery. Pelham was just an interim lieutenant. If Kidd wanted the position, Boden would give it to her right away. Pelham knew that, and he understood why. Kidd had been working at this firehouse for years now, and she was loved by everyone on the team. Pelham didn't stand a chance.

"Hey, Jones!" Mouch greeted her with a big smile as she entered the firehouse. 

Hearing that name, Pelham looked up with hopeful eyes and a shy smile, seeing the person who made his days better in this firehouse. However, he knew she's been avoiding him since last night.

Flashing Mouch a weak smile, Alie stopped dead in her tracks once she locked eyes with the lieutenant sitting at the table. Quickly turning around, she rushed to the locker room, not seeing how fast Pelham's smile faded away.

Closing her locker once she grabbed what she needed, Alie stood face to face with the lieutenant, who was leaning against the lockers.

“You don’t have to avoid me, Jones.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m not avoiding you.” She quickly replied, walking past him.

“Then why are you running away from me?” Pelham followed her to the bunk room, walking right behind her. “Is this about what happened the other night?” He asked with a sigh.

Alie quickly turned around. “Yes, okay? You had no right to hear that conversation!”

“You were screaming!" His voice rose but his features softened when he saw Alie flinch. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I wasn’t eavesdropping.” He spoke just above a whisper.

“But you listened to a conversation that didn’t concern you.” The hurt and disappointment were clear in her voice. “Now, please, stop looking at me with those pity eyes. I don’t need your pity, Pelham.”

“So now, what?" He frowned. "I can’t be concerned about you? I can’t make sure my friend is okay? Oh, no, I’m sorry. I forgot we’re not friends.” Pelham let his arms dramatically fall to his sides as a long sigh passed through his lips. “Jesus, Jones. I keep trying to get close to you, only to be pushed away every goddamn time!” Shaking his head, Pelham walked past Alie and left the room.

Swallowing the lump on her throat, Alie bit the inside of her cheek as Pelham's words replayed in her head. She knew he was right, she really was pushing him away. But that's what she did to every man that got too close to her. She kept her tough posture but…on the inside she was softly pleading for him to come back, to hold her one more time and tell her everything would be okay.

-/–/-

“What happened this time?” Brett asked, serving herself a cup of coffee, as Alie stormed into the room. 

“Pelham happened.” Alie mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned on the counter, next to her friend.

“Uhh, I’ve seen this before.” A smirk appeared on Brett’s face as she stirred her coffee. “You two will end up sleeping together.” She took a sip from her coffee and saw the way Alie almost gagged.

“You gotta be kidding me, right? There’s nothing going on between me and Pelham. It was just a kiss, which I already regret.” Alie confessed with a scoff. “To be honest, I think we do hate each other.”

“Uh-hum, sure.” Brett nodded her head, sipping her coffee. “I’ll pretend I believe that.”

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Things I don't see enough people talk about in Jessica Jones Season 2:

Jessica and Malcom:

• From Jessica calling Malcom her associate and them being all cute and smiley about it to telling him he is trading one addiction for another (drugs for sex) and that he needs to save himself first - which prompted their breaking off their friendship.

Jessica and Jeri Hogarth

•Hogarth telling Jessica about her ALS and only her vulnerability.

•Jessica telling she hasn't changed, physically, that is - because yes, her intentions did seem pure when she wanted to save Karl to help more people. Jessica telling her this, even when she knows Hogarth knows it deep inside her but helping her face the truth sooner than later.

Mother and Daughter relationships

Jessica knows that this monster isn't her mom entirely but she also knows that somewhere her mom is still there and when Trish's mom goes back to blaming Jessica for Trish's condition and calls her mom as monster she simultaneously defends her mom and calls out Trish's mom for her years of abuse when she says "My mother has brain damage. What's your excuse?"

How Trish can't let go of her mom even if she knows she was abusive and she has the means to do so- like when Trish asks her mother to hold her hand in hospital.

And the power both these mother daughter relationships have to events happening in the show is acknowledged by Detective Costa when Trish is in hospital recovering "We only get one mother. That's a powerful bond, no matter how batshit crazy they might be"

Karl Malus

Reminds of Jessica telling Kilgrave parents "they tried playing God" and that is exactly what Karl did.

While I still believe what he did is unethical with Alisa and Jessica, I also cannot deny he had good intentions and his actions showed that- when he saved kid Eric, continued to live with Alisa and tried to find cure for her dissociative rage episodes (agreed, scientific curiosity was a factor there but, it wasn't just that)

And that is why he even shoots himself - he knows that he cannot stop these experiments because even if he has good heart that doesn't negate the harm.

Kilgrave's shadow

It was nice to see how Kilgrave was very real for others as well - be it in the first support group in S1 or in the season with Costa and how that is why he trusts her. How he tells her, his nightamares about holding his own guns and seeing his colleagues and friends doing the same stopped when Jessica killed him.

Trish on finding and defining who she is:

Since Season 1 we have seen how she wants to be a suphero to help people, people like her and then in Season 2, in one of the later episodes she says about "living with an abusive mom and superpowered sister" and I understand that. Did she go the right way about it? No.

I see people saying she didn't use her privelge of being white, having fame and money and here is where I disagree. Because she did. She did use the Trish Talk show to talk about things that matter to her like super heroes, their mental health, how they were made, midland circle- but ratings dropped and she was pressured by people abover her. She couldn't do a more direct rebellion because people still see her as Patsy and she still survives on that image (as seen by paparazzi still calling her Patsy), even if she hates it. She needs to be independent to stay away from her abusive mom, which she did until her mom came and told her about IGH. So no, I will disagree when yall say she didn't try other means to help peope.

And even if Trish can't see how badass she is aa human alone, Jessica does she does tell her that "You alone almost bought down IGH with a sparkly dress and a wig" but Trish cannot see that because she is not who or where she wants to be.

Now going back to S2 moments Trish showed who she wanted to be:

•"I don't wanna be with Griffin. I want to be him"

I want to do what he does. Have a platform to be heard on things Make a difference.

•When she wakes up and the first thing she does is call Jessica an asshole for stopping the procedure and says "You piss this powers when you could use them save people who need help" when you could embrace it and do so much more goes unsaid.

But her mom, Alisa does say that to her which brings us to.

Alisa Jones helping Jessica embrace who she is

She was a victim in this as much as anyone else.(not to say when she attempted to do things the right way, she was regularly abused by Dale)

Having experiments conducted on her without consent, having to live away from her daughter who believes she is dead because if she was with her, she could be a threat to her.

Only way she survived it to some extent is besides understanding what Karl did and his support is that she accepts who she is, wholeheartedly. Even the dissociative rage episodes and murders she commits during the episode. She accepts that part of her.

And embraces Jessica to do so when she says to her, "They will always feel less than around us" and then telling her "hero is not a bad word. It just means someone who gives a shit and van do something about it." and when Jessica denies, "You do. You do and that is why it hurts so much"

And when she hears Costa's message - she realises she has to let Jessica go because if she is wanted fugitive, there is not a lot of chance for Jessica to be hero, is there?

But you could see the happiness she felt when she saved Vido or that family in a car accident with Jessica, and making plans about who all they could save on future. Hope for how she could use these powers for good now that she doesn't have to live in secrecy as everything about IGH is out and the person whose secret she was protecting is dead.

Jessica NOT letting others define who she is:

•When she looks into the glass and tells her reflection and Kilgrave she is better than her mother or him because she stopped before it was too late. For someone like Jessica who hates and is afraid of introspection and what she may find on doing so, her to say this while looking ather own reflection - beautiful.

•When she tells this to Trish who is angry at Jessica for stopping the procedure, "I didn't ask for the goddamn powers nor your judgement on them. I am tired of being in centre of your insecurity i didn't ask for"

•When she doesn't looser shit at Chang and says, "I am going to do my job because I am a good PI"

•This interaction between her and her mother:

"You are my cure"

"Don't put that on me"

and finally, scenes/quotes that were so so freaking emotional that I had to pause to drink water or cry:

•"The line keeps moving. I keep stepping over it. How far is too far?" - Jessica after threatning Eric's life in front of his father to know about IGH and Karl.

•"I don't want to be alone" to Oscar

•"You have a hole in your soul and I have one in mine, lets not use each other to fill it" - Malcom to Trish

• This scene between Jessica and Trish

"I lost the only family I had. Again."

"It was always gonna end that way"

It didn't have to be you. It didn't have to be you. "Because now all I see when I see you is the person who killed my mother"

• And obviously bouncing the ball against the wall for anger management scene.

Overall, I loved the show and I think not having one villian made all the character more grey and complex and it was interesting to watch their layers and unravel the meaning of their actions and choices.

Season 1

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From Spider-Woman Vol. 7 #015

Art by Pere Pérez and Frank D’Armata

Written by Karla Pacheco

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Alison Jones | The Guardian

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Forbidden Love (3) - The One Where Alison Disobeys An Order, Again

Pairing: Jason Pelham x Alison Jones

Summary: Jones comes back to Firehouse 51 after being away for two weeks. Pelham can't help but feel guilty and responsible for her injuries, leading him to keep a distance from her. A fight between the lieutenant and a firefighter only brings them closer.

Warning: mention of injuries, mention of an abusive stepfather.

Words Count: 2.1k

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Staring at her phone, Alie bit the inside of her cheek. She had left Pelham a bunch of texts, but he never replied. He was ignoring her and she knew exactly why. Pelham had been avoiding her since that shift when Severide blamed him for her injuries.

“Severide shouldn’t have talked to Pelham like that, it wasn’t his fault.” Sylvie said as she took a seat next to Alie on the couch. Looking over her phone, Alie saw her friend and sighed.

“Yeah. Severide is not being himself lately, I can’t really blame him.” Alie explained. Before she could say anything else, her attention was caught by a certain lieutenant making his way to the locker room. “I’ll be right back.” Alie quickly mumbled, stumbling off the couch as she tried to catch up with Pelham.

Entering the locker room, Alie leaned on the doorway as Pelham sat on the bench, putting his bag on the floor.

“You didn't reply to any of my texts.” She softly said, testing the waters. Pelham kept his head down, minding his business, and didn’t say a word. Nodding her head in understanding, Alie licked her lips. “You don’t want to talk to me. I get it. I’m sorry to bother you, lieutenant.” She left the room with her head down, completely embarrassed. She felt like an idiot, begging for the attention of a man she barely knew.

Pelham shoved his bag inside his locker, slamming the door shut right after. He already felt guilty for what happened to Alison and Severide only made him feel worst. For the last couple of days, he barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, that scene repeated in his head, Alie holding his hand as the floor collapsed beneath her feet. What happened in just a few seconds kept repeating in slow motion. He couldn’t forget the fear in Alie’s eyes as she fell down. The way she held his hand for dear life before everything happened. It was too much. But he also couldn’t forget the way she smiled when she was lying under him, joking around and making snarky comments, even through the pain. The pain of the bruises and the rib she broke because of him.

He couldn’t quite understand why that was messing up with his head. Of course, he felt guilty, someone from his team got hurt under his supervision but…Why was he feeling like he let Alie down?

Pelham’s thought was disturbed by the sound of the alarm blasting in the room. Truck 81 and Ambo 61 were being requested to attend a car accident. Quickly, Pelham ran to the apparatus floor and stepped inside his turnout gear, glancing at Alie every now and then. Before climbing in the front seat of the truck, Pelham met Alie’s eyes, but she quickly looked away. And that’s how she spent the whole ride. Looking outside the window, avoiding Pelham’s eyes.

Once the truck came to a stop, Pelham stepped out and approached the scene. A tree had fallen on top of a car that was passing by the street. There were two victims stuck inside the vehicle and no one knew in what state they were in because the branches were blocking their vision.

“Hey, Gallo!” Pelham barked after taking a look at the vehicle. "I want you to stabilize the trunk so we relieve the pressure on the vehicle.” Walking up to the truck, Pelham grabbed the chainsaw. “Mouch, you’re with me. We’re going to cut those branches so the paramedics can take a look at the victims.”

Nodding their heads, Mouch and Gallo did what they were told. Alison stood in place, looking around in confusion. “Uh-hum.” She dramatically cleared her throat. “What about me, lieutenant?” She angled up her brows.

“You’re going to keep the pedestrians away and make sure the traffic continues to flow as normally as possible.” Pelham spoke over his shoulder.

Clenching her jaw, Alie licked her lips and nodded. Turning her back to the lieutenant, she walked to the truck and grabbed the traffic cones. Alie was sure Pelham was getting his revenge on her for disobeying his orders on her last shift. However, she had no idea Pelham was doing that to protect her. Alie had broken her rib two weeks ago, and even though she said she was fine, Pelham didn’t believe her. He didn’t want her carrying too much weight or making too much effort. She should rest.

Half an hour went by. The branches had been cut off and placed by the side of the road, so Mouch, Gallo, and Pelham rolled the remains of the trunk off the vehicle. Violet and Sylvie were having a hard time trying to take care of the victims, so after looking around, Alie noticed that the traffic had gone back to normal and she wasn’t needed anymore. Rushing to the vehicle, Alie climbed on the back seat and helped Sylvie take the driver out of the car while Violet took care of the victim in the passenger seat.

When Pelham returned to the scene and didn’t see Alie taking care of the traffic, he lost his mind. Feeling like his head was going to explode, he waited until she stepped out of the vehicle so he could leash his anger at the firefighter.

“Have you lost your mind!?” He shouted, following Alie to the truck. As she pretended to ignore his callings, Pelham grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn around and face him. "Goddammit, Jones!”

As Alie turned around and stared deep inside his eyes, she noticed the vein popping on Pelham’s forehead. He could scream and shout as much as he wanted. She didn’t fear him. But she pissed him off. Now she had to take the consequences.

After glaring at Pelham’s hold on her arm, Alie looked up and met the lieutenant’s eyes. Taking a deep breath, she spoke with a calm, steady voice. “Let go of my arm.”

Taking his hand off of her, Pelham frowned, taking a step closer. “Is there any authority you respect, Jones? I’m pretty sure you were used to stepping over Casey’s orders, but I’m not Casey. SO WHEN I GIVE YOU AN ORDER, I EXPECT YOU TO FOLLOW IT!” His sudden rise of voice made Alie flinch, taking her eyes off of him. “If I have to yell at you again, it won’t be this nice. Do you understand me, Jones?” He asked through gritted teeth.

Alie was not going to take this kind of treatment and do anything. It was a dangerous move, yet she couldn't help the anger pumping through her veins as she clenched her hands into a fist. Feeling her chest rise and fall with rapid breaths, she clenched her jaw and took a step closer to Pelham, her nose only a few inches away from his.

"Don’t be deceived, Lieutenant,” Alie spoke, using a bitter tone to pronounce the last word. “I’m quite familiar with the rules. But I couldn't just stand here and do nothing while the paramedics needed help." Staring deep inside his eyes, Alie let her lips curve slightly into a smirk. “And don’t worry, we all know you’re not Casey. Casey would never yell at his team. Maybe you should pay him a visit and learn a few things from him.” Alie stepped away, but before she could leave, she stopped by Pelham’s side and spoke close to his ear. “Next time you lay your hand on me… I’ll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.” Pulling away just to look in his eyes, she continued. “Go ahead. Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.”

“Uh-hum, lieutenant. Everything is packed up and ready to go.” Mouch spoke, flashing Alie a sympathetic smile as she walked past him. “Don’t take it personally, she acts like she’s tough but she’s a softie on the inside.” Mouch confessed, patting Pelham’s shoulder, before joining Alie and Gallo.

Nodding his head in understanding, Pelham sighed. Turning his head around, he watched Alie as she laughed at something Gallo had just said.

 “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” Gallo asked Alie, raising his brows.

 “Yes, Gallo, I’m sure.”  She laughed, climbing on the truck as Gallo followed her.

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

-/-/-

No one knew how or when it happened, all the team knew was that the power went out in the whole neighborhood, including the firehouse. That meant 51 was out of service and everyone would have to spend the night in the dark until the power came back.

While most of the first responders chose to take a nap, Alie chose to sit outside the firehouse and enjoy some time alone, watching the cars pass by the street. It was a beautiful night, the moon was so bright and the stars were more visible now than ever.

But moments like this don't last forever. Alie’s phone vibrated on her lap, interrupting her train of thoughts. Glancing at the screen, she sighed. Her mom had been texting her about Stephen’s funeral and how she never showed up. Once again, Alie put her phone away and ignored her mom. She didn’t want to deal with her shit. Not today.

But Alie couldn’t help but think about her brothers. Their dad had just died and they needed their big sister. She felt her heart squeeze in her chest. It had been a while since she last saw the boys. It took all of Alie's strength to walk inside that house, the house where all her nightmares started, so she would pay the boys a visit at school every now and then. But she couldn’t see them now. Alie couldn’t face her mom, not after what she went through. They hadn’t seen each other in years, since the day Alie ran away from home, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Leaning further on the chair, Alie looked up to the sky and gazed at the stars. The tears ran down her cheeks as the image of her brothers came into her head.

“If there’s a god out there,” she whispered, suppressing a sob. “Please, keep my brothers safe.”

Alie stood in silence for a few minutes, admiring the sky, until she heard the firehouse door open. Sitting up in the chair, she quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but it was too late, Pelham had already noticed it.

“Aw, so you do have feelings.” He approached Alie.

“The only feeling I have right now is annoyance.” She shot back, sniffling.

Standing in front of the firefighter, Pelham took a seat on the cold floor. After a few minutes of studying Alie’s face, he finally decided to speak. “I can see something is making you upset.”

“This ‘something’ has a name and a rank.” She held back a smirk as she met his eyes. “Lieutenant Jason Pelham.”

Throwing his head back, Pelham laughed, then shook his head. “Quit being sarcastic.”

“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” Alie explained. “I’m having to deal with a lot of that lately.” She sighed, looking at Pelham.

“I know this isn’t about me. It’s about something else. Someone else, I should say. But if you don’t want to talk about it, I get it. We barely know each other.” Cocking his head to the side, Pelham’s lips slightly curved into a smile. “Even though I kind of like the secretiveness, I’d like to know you better, Jones.”

Looking at him with side-eyes, Alie scoffed. "I'd rather die."

“Ouch!” Pretending to be shocked, Pelham’s mouth fell open as he brought his hand to his chest. “When I first came at 51, I really thought we would get along. But you’re being a real pain in my ass, you know that, right?”

“I am a pain in the ass? Me?? I deserve an Oscar for putting up with you. Too bad they don’t work that way.” Alie bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Jesus! You test my patience every single day, you know that?” Pelham shook his head, getting up from the floor. “And here I was, thinking that we were having something nice between us and that you actually liked me.”

“Oh, I do like you.” Alie reassured him, getting his full attention. “Under penalty of death.” She smiled.

“I’ll tell you one thing, Jones. I’ve been in a lot of different houses, but I have never…ever... been treated like this by another firefighter.” And it was also the first time he let someone talk to him this way, he thought. Making his way into the common room, he spoke over his shoulder, “You’re an exotic little creature.”

“Yeah, yeah…My middle finger salutes you.” Alie mumbled as she showed him the finger, raising her arm above her head and letting a smile appear on her face once the lieutenant was out of view.

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Forbidden Love (2) - The One Where Alison Disobeys An Order

Pairing: Jason Pelham x Alison Jones

Summary: A ghost of the past comes back to Alison's life. Pelham's second shift at Firehouse 51 gets even worse than the first one as Alie chooses to disobey his orders.

Warning: mention of an abusive stepfather, implicit mention of child abuse, injuries.

Words Count: 2.6k

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Making her way to the firehouse, Alie could see Severide’s grumpy face from almost a mile away. He was sitting alone at the squad table, staring into space, when she entered the apparatus floor.

“Whoa, dude.” She took a seat on the chair next to him, putting her bag on her lap, as the lieutenant watched her. “You look like you need an ice cream.”

“Shut up.” He playfully punched her arm, his lips slightly curving into a smile. “I’m just a little stressed out, that’s all.”

Alie nodded her head in understanding. “Yeah, I hear you. If you need someone to vent, you know where to find me.” She patted his shoulder before standing up and throwing her bag over her shoulder. “I should go get changed, I don’t want the new lieutenant getting on my nerves for being late again.”

“How is he, by the way?” Severide asked. “I barely talked to him last shift.”

“Oh, he’s fine, I guess.” Alie shrugged. “No comparison to Casey, though. But he seems to be a good lieutenant.” She nodded her head, flashing a half-smile.

“Yeah, there’s no one like Casey.” Severide glanced in the direction of Casey’s old office, which belonged to Herrmann now.

“Is everything okay between you and Herrmann?” Alie asked with a soft voice, knowing Severide was going through a tough time now that his fiance and his best friend were out of town. For the last couple of shifts, the Squad and the Engine lieutenant kept bickering over Casey’s office.

“Yeah, but as you just said,” Severide turned back to face Alie and flashed a weak smile. “...no comparison to Casey.” 

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Entering the locker room, Alie was met by Pelham, sitting on the bench as he put his regular clothes inside his duffle bag. 

“Morning, Jones!” The lieutenant greeted her over his shoulder, a big smile on his face.

“Morning.” She greeted him back, opening her locker and placing her bag inside. Glancing at Pelham, she frowned. “What’s wrong with your face? You’re smiling.”

 “I’m not allowed to smile?” He scoffed, standing up and putting his bag inside his locker.

“No.” Alie shook her head. “Smiling this early in the morning is unnatural and disgusting.” A short laugh passed through Pelham’s lips as he shook his head in disbelief. “Please, stop smiling at me like that. I’m not sure what will happen if you keep doing that.” Alie warned, trying so hard not to smile at the lieutenant.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, so she pulled it out, glancing at the notification on the screen. As soon as she saw what it was, Alie stared at the ground, biting the inside of her cheek while her eyes welled up.

“You okay?” Pelham’s voice was soft as he gently rested his hand on Alie’s arm. The way her features changed when she looked at her phone didn’t go unnoticed by the lieutenant.

“Yeah,” Alie half-smiled, nodding her head. Grabbing her uniform, she quickly made her way to the bathroom so she could get changed in privacy. When the bathroom doors were closed, she sat on the toilet and rested her elbows on her knees, running her hands through her hair.

She couldn’t avoid the tears from rolling down her cheeks as she looked at her phone once again, reading her mom’s text, “Stephen passed away. Can you go to the funeral with me, please? I really need you, sweetie.”

As her phone fell to the ground, she buried her face in the uniform she was holding on her lap, letting out a muffled scream. Then another one. And another one, from the top of her lungs. Letting out all the pain, anger, guilt, and shame she felt for so many years. She let her body get rid of everything that man made her feel. She just hoped that all her nightmares would go away with Stephen - or dad, as he would make her call him, even though they didn’t share the same DNA.

“He’s dead.” Alie whispered, shaking her head as the tears fell down her chin. “It’s over. It’s over, he’s dead.” She kept repeating, as her cries suddenly turned into a laugh of relief. Alie knew it was wrong, she shouldn’t be happy when her mom was clearly in pain, but it felt so right. She felt as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders. She didn’t have to be afraid anymore, he was gone. She didn’t have to worry about her brothers, they would be safe now. 

“Alie? Are you in here?” Brett called, stepping inside the bathroom. 

“Yeah, I’m changing into my uniform!” Alie quickly answered, wiping her tears with the back of her hand as she stood up to change her clothes.

“Okay, Chief said he wants us in the briefing room in ten minutes. I’ll save a seat for you!” Brett smiled, exiting the room.

Once Alie felt like she was ready, she grabbed her phone from the floor and shoved it inside her pocket. With some deep breaths, she stepped outside the bathroom and made her way to the briefing room. Alie took the seat next to Brett and tried to focus on the meeting, not noticing the way Pelham’s eyes were fixated on her, full of worry and curiosity.

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Before the briefing was over, the alarm rang through the firehouse. “Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, Engine 61. Structural Fire…”

In less than three minutes, everyone had put their gear on and was climbing in their trucks, ready to go. This time, Alie saw how Pelham would constantly glance at her through the rearview mirror, but she chose to ignore it as she felt her cheeks burn. Even though this was only her second shift with Pelham, she already liked him. He was a little tough sometimes, but Alie knew he was just trying to mark his territory. However, there was something about him that felt strangely familiar. Maybe they had already met in the past, maybe he just reminded her of someone, she couldn’t tell what it was.

Arriving on the scene, Mouch parked the truck in front of the three-story house and everyone quickly gathered around the lieutenants, waiting for the instructions. An elderly woman rushed towards Severide, desperately telling him that she fell asleep on the couch, forgetting a pan on the stove - which led to the fire.

“I went to look for my grandson, but I couldn’t find him…” She cried, grabbing on Severide’s jacket. “You have to find him, he’s just 5!!” She pleaded, while Brett gently pulled her towards the ambo to check her vitals.

“Okay, Truck 81 listen up!” Pelham barked, turning to his team. “This house has wooden floors, which means we have to be extra careful about where we step. According to the lady, the kid’s room is on the second floor, right above the kitchen, so that’s probably where he is.” Walking to the truck, the lieutenant grabbed his oxygen tank and his mask, and everyone did the same. “Squad is going to make a search on the third floor, and Engine will try to put the fire out in the kitchen and make a search on the first floor. Mouch and Gallo, you’re operating the aerial ladder. I want you to position the ladder on the second floor, on the bedroom window. Jones, you’re on the second floor. You’re the lightest person on the team, so you’re our best shot to get inside the kid’s room without collapsing the floor. You got the most dangerous part, but don’t worry, I’ll be by your side all the time.” Staring deep inside the firefighters' eyes, Pelham gave the last instruction. “Now, move! We have a kid to save.”

Alie walked inside the house, making sure her mask was secure on her face, then she carefully made her way upstairs, Pelham following right behind. 

“I think we should part ways.” She shouted to Pelham, the only way he could hear her through the mask.

“Okay.” He nodded his head. “You make a quick search on the bathroom and I’ll take a look at the parents' bedroom. Then we’ll go to the kid’s room, together.” Pelham shouted back, looking inside Alie’s eyes. Nodding their heads, each one followed their paths, trying to find the boy. The kid was scared, so he could be hiding anywhere and the team didn’t have much time.

Opening the bathroom door, Alie looked behind the shower curtain, inside the cabinet, behind the door, but the kid was nowhere to be found. Sighing, she stepped outside the bathroom and glanced at the blue door at the end of the hall. Biting her lip, Alie walked to the room and waited a few seconds. Pelham told her to wait for him to go inside, but the boy could be running out of time.

Opening the door, Alie could feel the heat coming from the ground. She carefully stepped inside the room, but the floor squeaked. Noticing the room didn’t have too much smoke, Alison took off her oxygen tank and left it by the door, along with her mask. Now that she wasn’t carrying too much weight, she stepped inside the room once again, sighing in relief when the floor didn’t make a sound.

Alie kept thinking in her head, where would a 5-year-old boy hide when he’s scared? Crouching on the floor, she looked under the bed but found nothing but a few toys scattered around. She had rested her palms on the floor for support and, even though she was wearing gloves, she could feel how hot the wooden floor was. That meant she didn’t have much time until it collapsed.

Pelham stepped outside the parent’s room and glanced at the door at the end of the hall. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. In a fraction of a second, he ran to the bedroom, his eyes widening while the blood started to boil in his veins.

“JONES!” He shouted by the door, seeing the firefighter use a piece of fabric to cover her nose from the smoke that had increased, while she looked through the kid’s closet. “I told you to wait for me!” He barked once again.

“I didn’t have a choice!” Alie shouted over her shoulder, coughing once she tried to take a breath. “We don’t have much time and I’m the only one who could step inside this room, you said it yourself!”

Pelham didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t leave her alone in there without her mask and her tank, it was extremely dangerous. However, he knew he couldn’t step inside the room because the floor wouldn’t take his weight. Looking over to the window, Pelham saw the aerial ladder and sighed. An exit through the window was not an option anymore. Alie would have to walk across the whole room to reach the window while the floor was about to collapse. The only thing Pelham could do was stand by the door and watch. And he hated himself for that.

Alie tried to look strong, but the smoke was too much for her to handle. Her eyes and throat were burning and she could taste the smoke in her tongue. It didn’t take long until she started to feel dizzy. Pelham noticed that. Dropping his tank on the ground, next to Alie’s, he took off his mask and carefully stepped inside the room. He needed to get her out of there as soon as possible.

“We got him!” Severide’s voice rang through the radio. “We found the boy! I’m bringing him out now.” 

Pelham sighed in relief, but he knew it wasn’t over yet. He needed to get to Alison soon, but with caution. Taking a step further into the room, Pelham took off his glove and reached his hand out.

“Jones, I need you to take my hand. Now!” He spoke with a soft but urgent voice.

“I can’t! I have to find him!” She cried out, desperately looking around the room, despite the fact that her head was spinning.

“Severide found him! He’s safe, okay?” Pelham looked at her with concerned eyes, trying to take a step closer to Alie, but failing once he heard the wood squeak. “Come on, Jones, take my hand!” He shouted, this time in a plea.

Finally looking at her lieutenant, Alie seemed to come back to reality. The boy was safe and they had to get out of there, fast. Taking a step closer to Pelham, she reached her hand out and he grabbed it. With a tight hold on her hand, he tried to pull Alie towards him. He didn’t expect the ground would cave in, but it did. The floor beneath Alie’s feet opened and she fell, taking Pelham down with her.

With a loud thud, the two firefighters fell right into the kitchen, where the fire had just been put down by Engine 51. Laying on top of Alie, Pelham took a few seconds to regain consciousness of what had happened. Looking down, he saw Alie with her eyes closed, having a hard time to breath.

“Jones?” Pelham quickly rolled off of her and tried to listen to her heartbeat. “Come on, Jones, this is not a good time to scare me.” Reaching for his radio, he called out for help.

Suddenly, Alie’s eyes fluttered open and she started to cough, wincing every time she tried to take a breath.

“You okay? Where does it hurt?” Pelham desperately looked for any sign of external injuries. Not finding any, his eyes went back to the scratches on her face. “Jones, can you breath?”

Coughing one more time, Alie shook her head. “How am I supposed to breathe when you’re standing so close?” She spoke with gritted teeth as she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

Pelham couldn’t help but laugh as he sat on the floor, taking off his helmet and running his hand through his hair. Licking his lips, he shook his head and met Alie's eyes. “You could’ve died, yet you're making jokes? You made me feel miserable, you know that?”

Turning her head to the side to look at the lieutenant, Alie frowned. “Really? Then how come you’re smiling?” She grinned. Alie tried to sit up but failed,  pressing her lips together to suppress a groan. “Not to ruin the mood, but… I think you broke my rib.”

Just in time, Sylvie and Violet entered the house, followed by a very worried Severide. Kneeling next to Alie, Violet searched for any visible injuries while Sylvie checked her heart and her breathing. As Violet placed her hand on Alie’s ribs, she let out another wince.

“Definitely broken.” Violet stated, sending Alie a sympathetic look.

“What the hell happened!??” Severide shouted, his eyes darting between Alison and Pelham. Standing in front of the interim lieutenant, he felt his blood boil. “How did you let this happen to her?”

“Sev, please.” Alie shook her head as she was put on the backboard. “It wasn’t Pelham’s fault. This one is all on me.” She explained.

“No, I don’t buy that.” Severide insisted, shaking his head. After Casey left Chicago, Severide felt like he was the one who had to protect Alie. Turning to Pelham, he narrowed his eyes and shook his head, letting a dry chuckle fall through his lips. “She trusted you, and you just sent her alone inside that room to get herself killed! What kind of lieutenant are you!?”

Standing up from the floor, Pelham clenched his jaw as he watched Alie being carried out of the house. Without saying a word, he walked past Severide and made his way upstairs to grab the gear he and Alie had left.

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A Letter To Myself

Warnings: TW! Mention of child abuse.

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Hi, my name is Alison Jones. Just to be clear, I'm writing this letter against my will, only because Matt made me do it. According to him, I'm supposed to write about things in my life that only I know. Things that I don't want to share with anyone, but would be good to get off my chest.

I'm also supposed to hide this letter and only open it a few years in the future. So if you're reading this and your name is not Alison Jones, just skip this and put it back where you found it. Please, it's too embarrassing.

I was born and raised in Chicago. My mother raised me alone since my father left us when I was five. That’s until she married another man and gave birth to my twin brothers when I was twelve. They had their own little perfect family, but that family didn't include me. I was always by myself.

My relationship with my mom was far from good. She was jealous of the way her husband used to look at me and I never understood why. He was a drunk, disgusting man who always tried to put his hands on me; until one day he did. When I ran to my mom, crying, she said that I was lying, I was making it all up, her husband was a decent man and would never do that to me. According to her, I was trying to destroy her family. Funny enough because I thought that I also fit in that category, but apparently not.

I was miserable. I couldn't leave under the same roof as them anymore. That's why when I turned sixteen I ran away to my aunt's house. My mother didn't even bother to come after me, which shows how much she cared about me. Living with my aunt, I learned what the word family really means. My cousins treated me like a sister they never had. I learned how to trust, how to love. I learned that family never gives up on you, and they will always be by your side, no matter what.

But the damage was already done. I had everything to grow up as a broken, weak girl but somehow I didn't. I built a wall around me so nothing and no one could ever hurt me again. I shut everyone out, I didn't care about anyone's opinion, I didn't give a fuck about anyone's feelings. And then I realized that I was turning into my worst nightmare. I was treating everyone the same way I was treated my whole life.

After everything I've been through, I promised myself that I would never let anyone step on me again, no one else would raise their voice at me, especially no men. According to my aunt, that's why my relationships never lasted, because men were afraid of me. If men were afraid of an independent, strong, and empowered woman, then maybe I was better off without them. I don't mind being alone, I'm used to it.

When I was nineteen, I signed up for the firefighter's test. I loved the thought of walking straight into a fire, risking my life to save another person's life. I lived for the adrenaline, and this was the perfect job for me. By the age of twenty-one, I was a candidate at Firehouse 51. The house where I still work after seven years. House where I built another family. A house where now, after years of friendship, I am saying goodbye to a brother.

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