Saw an tiktok, and I need YOU to write me a fanfiction about please 🙏 "You've wasted my fucking time. Why are you here?" & "I don't know! Hit me if that makes you feel better!" and then Reader punches them, and the team is kinda proud. Station 19 / Carina x Maya please 💚
Sirens blared through the streets of Seattle as the Station 19 fire engine screeched around the corner. In the middle of the loud and chaotic hustle and bustle, you, the young firefighter on this team, sat with your heart pounding and a knot in your stomach. You had already been on numerous missions in the last few months, but this mission was different and more difficult than anything you had experienced before.
You were the youngest on the team, the newcomer, fresh out of the fire academy. You felt the pressure on you every time you slipped into your protective gear and made your way to the scene. But today that pressure seemed unbearable.
Sean Beckett, an actual experienced firefighter and team leader, gave the commands. His tone was harsh, but something about him was off. You saw it in his appearance, his looks and felt it in your gut that something was wrong. But what you didn't realized was that you would end up in a situation that would spiral out of control.
As you entered the burning multi-story building, you were hit with instant heat and the smoke made it hard to see. Sean gave instructions, but they sounded wrong, confusing. He repeated them several times, slurring every other word and often took routes around instead of getting to the point. You hesitated, but you couldn't stop following the instructions. You had to follow them so as not to rob the team of security and you trusted the decades of experience and authority of your team leader. But Sean Beckett hadn't told you that the floor you were in was already in danger of collapsing before the fire. Even though he had well-known beforehand.
Suddenly, part of the ceiling on the third floor collapsed and the fire spread rapidly. You ducked tot he side and were torn apart from your team. In the midst of the chaos, you also briefly lost your bearings. When your vision was clear again and the mixture of smoke and dust had cleared, you noticed a wildly waving hand fighting for your attention in the corner, calling for help.
"Captain, the ceiling collapsed and I was separated from the others. I suffered no injuries but I did spot a civilian that I am heading towards now." you said, running to save the person. But as you got closer, you realized it was too late. The man was severely trapped under a larger piece of concrete and the fire had already spread onto the walls where he was buried next to. You tried desperately to remove the mass from him but it was hopeless - you would never get the concrete block off him on your own.
You heard muffled screams behind you. Maya, Jack and Andy looked for you, but you couldn't leave, you were now trapped by the fire that had spread around you. The flames drew closer and you knew you were in danger. "Beckett, I'm stuck. The flames have trapped me, I need help."
But there was no answer. Nothing. Only silences that came to you inexplicably. "Beckett! Are you there? I need help!" you shouted desperately, looking around in panic. You tried to face your team, screaming for their names, and at that moment the dust above you trickled before the other part of the ceiling collapsed on you.
Everything went black and for a moment you thought this was the end. But then you heard your team's voices once again, this time closer and felt the slow shaking of the ground. Steps. Before hands grabbed you. You were pulled from the rubble.
As you looked around, briefly sitting down on one of the blocks to take a deep breath, you saw the worried faces of your colleagues. Andy stood there, her face marred by smoke and ash. She was limping as she pulled you up to get you back on your feet. "Are you okay?" She asked and you nodded silently, unable to speak.
A sudden wave of anger and self-doubt bubbled up inside you. Sean hadn't answered, had put you in danger, almost killed you because he didn't give instructions. And now a person lay dead in the rubble. The thoughts tormented you and grew stronger as the mission ended. You didn't know how to deal with it. But you promised yourself that you would hold Sean accountable for yourself and for everyone else on the team who was put in danger by him.
The smell of smoke and burnt materials still lingered in your hair as the team returned to the station. The operation had been disastrous and the mood was depressed. You felt especially worn out after almost losing your own life and those of others due to false commands given by Sean Beckett or his failure to respond at all.
The team gathered in the locker room to remove equipment and discuss the day's events. You sat quietly, your gaze fixed on the floor, while the others engaged in tired conversation and licked their wounds.
Finally Sean Beckett came in, his expression serious and tense. He was aware that something between him and you needed to be resolved and as he approached you, he could already feel the cold breath of anger radiating from you. "Y/n, I think we need to have a talk. In my office."
You abruptly stood up from Andy's side where you had been helping tend to her knee, your gaze locked on Sean as you confronted him in front of everyone. "Do it in front of everyone and tell them that you ignored my calls and I almost died because of it!" you spat in frustration, putting your arms under your chest before continuing. "You wasted my damn time and almost killed me. Why are you here if you can't give clear instructions?"
The words echoed in the locker room and an oppressive silence fell over the team. All eyes turned to Sean, who seemed speechless for a moment, sipping from his plastic cup before going back to proving his strength, completely off track. "I don't know! Hit me if it makes you feel better!" his voice shook and your fists clenched with emotion and pure anger.
The team froze as the situation threatened to escalate. Suddenly and unpredictably, with a look of immense frustration and determination on your face, you lunged and punched him in the face. A thud filled the cabin, followed by a moment of silence and the crack of the cup, its contents spilling all over the resilient flooring. Then there were loud shouts of surprise from the team, some hands of Maya and Warren holding parts of your body to pull you back.
Sean staggered back, surprised by the unexpected attack but also by the force of emotions that erupted from you. You hadn't held back, but had given free rein to your desperation. "And if you want to denounce me to the union about it, I will personally go there and tell them about you drinking on shift. Others may shy away from it because of the fear, but certainly not me."
As the excitement slowly died down and Sean pulled away without further words, Sullivan squeezed past you while Victoria still held you close, afraid that you would walk after him and smack him again, and inspected the liquid on the floor more accurate.
His fingers dipped into the brown liquid before he put them to his nose, his facial expression contorting sharply. "Whiskey. How did you know?" He asked you immediately, his gaze serious while pride nestled in his eyes. "His statements were unclear. Shy of light. Pale skin. Shaking while driving. Not to mention the stench that emanated from him just as he spoke to me."
The team realized you didn't need a protective cover and could fight your own battles. Andy had hugged you tightly from behind and spoke with a quiet smile. "You have shown that you are not only the youngest, but also one of the bravest and strongest here. We are proud of you."
You were celebrated for your authenticity and strength while feeling exhausted and relieved by the support of the team. The incident had changed something - not only in the relationship between you and your captain, but also in your self-confidence and your position within the team. You were no longer a newcomer, but a full member.
You and Andy have been happily married for three years.
She runs into burning buildings; you patch up the people who barely make it out. It works until the day a chemical plant explodes and you hear your wife call a mayday from inside the collapsing structure.
When the line between duty and love is swallowed by smoke and flame, can your marriage survive the moment you break every rule to save her? Or will you lose everything in the line of fire?
Parts: 1 (Published)
Pairing: Andy Herrera x Female Reader (Y/N)
Content: Action-packed canon-style rescue, Mass casualty event, On-scene trauma surgery, Claustrophobic entrapment, Angst, panic, fear-for-your-life vibes, Married softness, comfort, “Come back to me” energy, Hurt/comfort + healing, fluff, smut 18+
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Do you still do station 19 fics? If so could you do a Andy one where the team are over at her house for a get together and they find a police badge and they think it’s tanner’s, but it’s fem reader who Andy has seeing for a while, so the team keeps asking about it until one day they have a call and reader is there to help and gets hurt and Andy is worried until the team realizes that it wasn’t tanner’s badge but readers and later Andy introduces reader to her team.
Authors note: Sorry it's so long. I tried to shorten it but… I didn't succeed, haha.
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The smell of freshly grilled meat was in the air, mixed with the sweet aroma of flowers, as the entire Station 19 team arrived in the backyard of Andy Herrera's house. The sun was still shining brightly in the sky, and a gentle breeze carried the laughter and conversation of the gathered friends through the air.
It was a rare event that they all came together without a fire or emergency calling them, and it was an opportunity to enjoy a free evening together, recover from the rigors of professional life, and enjoy the camaraderie that bound them so closely as firefighters.
The place was an inviting mix of functional comfort and personal style. Flower arrangements were everywhere, and the canopy was decorated with fairy lights that would later give off a warm and festive glow when the sun went down.
The team scattered into different groups. Vic and Maya were standing by the grill, laughing at a joke Dean had just told while he was turning the meat. Ben and Jack were playing with the kids. Others were curiously exploring the house.
Travis, known for his deep curiosity and love of small discoveries, had retreated into the house to get more beer for the whole crew. As he walked through the living room, he noticed something shiny lying between a book and a photo of Andy's father. He reached for it and pulled out a police badge from the side table by the sofa.
He picked it up and looked at it more closely, turning it over in the soft light of the lamp before running back outside with it. "Hey, guys, look!" he called out loudly, waving the badge in his hand as the door to the house closed behind him.
"What did you find there, Montgomery?" Maya asked curiously as she left her place at the grill and approached him. "Looks like a police badge," he replied with a wide grin and gradually the team members surrounded him. "Who do you think it belongs to?"
"Well, it's obvious," Vic said, pushing past the others to get a better look at the badge. "It must belong to Tanner. Our cop must have left his badge here after a sexy night."
A collective laugh broke out as they gathered around Travis, who was still holding the badge in his hand. Tanner, who had just finished his shift and had come over immediately, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you have there?" he asked, stepping closer amusedly.
"Oh, nothing else," Victoria said mischievously and threw the badge at him. "Just your police badge. You must have left it with Andy last night." Tanner laughed and shook his head as he too looked at the badge and memorized the unknown service number. "That's not mine. My badge is on my belt where it belongs."
"Are you sure?" Ben teased with a broad grin. "Maybe you forgot it the last time you were here and this is just a replacement badge?"
"Oh, I know what's going on here," Maya said, turning to her best friend. "Andy, is there something going on with Tanner and you haven't told us about it?"
Andy, who had been following the conversation from the table, sipped her beer. Her eyes flashed with amusement, but she stayed in the background and tried to keep up her facade. She knew exactly who the badge belonged to, but she wouldn't reveal this secret. "Aren't you going to tell us the truth? And you, Tanner, what do you say in your defense?"
"Guys, I swear I have no idea where this thing comes from," Tanner said, laughing, and pushed his way through the crowd to avoid further questions.
"Maybe it belongs to Herrera herself," Jack suggested, walking behind the brunette. His hands rested on her shoulders, shaking her gently in her seat. "Maybe she's a superhero in her spare time."
"Yeah, exactly," Maya added. "Andy, the hero of Seattle who fights both fire and crime."
"Maybe the badge belongs to someone Andy knows better than we think," Dean added, and everyone started digging deeper into their thoughts. "You guys are really impossible," the brunette said, shaking her head as she started to walk to the grill, the meat long forgotten. "Tanner, explain to them that the badge isn't yours so we don't have to eat burnt meat here."
"I already told them!" Tanner answered loudly, throwing his arms in the air to express his frustration. "That's not my badge. Look, they're not the same identification marks!"
"Then the question remains," Warren said thoughtfully, looking back and forth between the badge on the table, Tanner, and Andy. "Who does it belong to then?"
Andy laughed heartily, but her gaze was impenetrable. She enjoyed the game, but didn't let it show. The secret of the police badge was too precious to reveal now. Especially when it was still so fresh. "You caught me," she finally said jokingly. "I'm secretly a superhero at night."
The team laughed and the topic was soon forgotten as the conversation moved on to other topics. But Andy couldn't help but think of the real story behind the brand.
It didn't belong to Tanner. It belonged to you, the woman Andy had been secretly dating for some time. You were a police officer and she had fallen in love with you without her team knowing. It wasn't out of shame or fear that she kept it a secret, but because she wanted to cement that relationship before sharing it with her family.
Throughout the evening, the atmosphere remained cheerful. They ate, drank and told stories. It was one of those rare moments when they felt like a family. A family bonded together by shared experiences and dangers. But she couldn't stop thinking of you anyway. What it would be like if you were here, joining the family. Secretly, she put the badge into her pocket and stroked it, a smile spreading across her face.
Later, as the sun was setting and the lights in the garden were coming on, Andy sat on the porch with a glass of wine while she listened to the others talking. The voices and laughter of her friends filled the air, but she kept thinking about you and the future you two might had together.
Jack sneaked up and sat next to her, handing her a fresh glass of her favorite wine. "You've been pretty mysterious today, Andy," he remarked with a smile and took a sip of his own beer. "Me? Mysterious?" she repeated innocently. "What are you talking about?"
"That police badge. You know more than you told us."
Andy smiled and looked up at the sky, which was slowly turning a darker blue. "Maybe, Jack. Maybe not. Some things just take time to come to light."
"You're really good at keeping us in suspense," he said, shaking his head with a big grin on his lips. "But I bet we'll find out sooner or later. With or without your help."
The evening ended comfortably, the team from Station 19 gradually saying goodbye, happy and satiated from a day full of fun and friendship. Andy watched her friends leave, feeling a deep gratitude for this second family that had been given to her.
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Time had passed since Andy's barbecue, but the team at Station 19 didn't let up. They constantly teased Andy about the mysterious police badge that Travis had found. Whether during training, during breaks, or even on missions - jokes and curious questions kept cropping up.
"Andy, when are you finally going to confess to us that you're having a secret affair with Tanner?" Vic asked one morning, laughing, when they were all gathered in the firehouse kitchen. "Yes, Andy," Dean added. "We're all curious."
Andy rolled her eyes in annoyance and said nothing. She knew there was no point in continuing to deny or explain. The team would only calm down when they knew the truth.
That afternoon, while the team was enjoying a short break, the alarm suddenly sounded. An emergency call was made. "Police officer urgently needs support from the fire service and ambulance. Injured and in a dangerous area that is difficult to access."
"All hands on duty!" Andy Herrera shouted and fear immediately spread through her. She knew you were on duty, but hadn't heard from you for quite some time. At least her phone remained silent. "We have an injured police officer who urgently needs help. Get moving!!"
The team immediately jumped up and rushed to the emergency vehicles. The drive to the scene was tense, everyone knew that seconds could mean the difference between life and death. During the drive they heard further details over the radio. "The police officer is in an abandoned building that collapsed in a shootout after a pursuit. Serious injuries and no self-extrication are expected. Perpetrator may still be on site.“
When they arrived, they were met with a chaotic scene. The building had partially collapsed and dust was pouring out of various places. Police cars were parked around the building as police officers tried to get the situation under control.
"We have to get in and get them out," Andy said determinedly as she put on her gear. "No time to waste!"
Andy, Sullivan and Maya immediately made their way into the building while the rest of the team stayed outside to coordinate the situation and fight a small fire. The rubble and the falling dust made progress difficult, but they fought tirelessly through.
"There ahead!" Sullivan suddenly called out and pointed with his lamp to a spot where he saw a hand under broken wood.
Andy ran and knelt down, immediately starting to clear the rubble away. Finally, she spotted someone who was all too familiar to her - it was you, Andy's secret girlfriend. Unconscious and bleeding heavily. "Y/n!" she called out worriedly and immediately checked your vital signs. "We have to get her out of here and quickly!"
With combined forces, they carefully lifted the wood from your body and carried you outside. Ben and Vic were already waiting and immediately began first aid. Andy didn't leave your side, her concern for you evident in her physical tension.
"So that's your secret." said Travis, who was now also at the ambulance and watching the scene unfold in front of him. Andy looked up at him, stroking her upper arms to calm herself down and nodded. "Yes, that's y/n. We've been together for some time."
"Why didn't you tell us earlier?" asked Vic, who was trying to cover your open wounds with bandages. "It was complicated," explained Andy, looking down at you. "I wanted to be sure that our relationship was strong enough before I told all you. And in our professions, it's not always easy to make something like that public."
Travis, Ben and Vic nodded understandingly and the others came and gathered together. "We understand," said Warren, drawing up a syringe that he flushed into your venous access. "But you should have known that we would support you no matter what."
"I know," she replied gratefully and a small smile formed on her lips. "And I'm glad you know now."
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The days after your accident were hard for Andy. She tried to do her job as well as she could, but her thoughts kept returning to you. Every minute she couldn't be with you in the hospital felt like an eternity. Her worries and fears gnawed at her, and the entire team at Station 19 tried to be there for her as best they could.
The support of her colleagues was a great help, but Andy couldn't completely shake off her fears and worries. Every day, after her shift, she drove straight to the hospital to be with you. She spent hours by your bed, despite the tiredness, holding your hand and talking to you even when you were sleeping.
But today she had the day off after a night shift, and she was determined to visit you in the morning and spend the whole day with you. "Hey," you said, still weak, but with a big smile on your face. "How was your night?"
"It was fine," Andy replied, sitting down by your bed before gently running her hand through your tousled hair. "I was thinking of you. How are you feeling?"
"Better," you replied shortly, pulling her hand away from your head to kiss her palm and then place it in yours. "The doctors are just getting the paperwork ready for my discharge."
"That's great news," Andy said, squeezing your hand tightly. "I can't wait to have you home with me and nurse you back to full health."
A few hours passed, and you left the hospital with Andy. She had been expecting this day with mixed feelings - joy that you were allowed to go home, and nervousness because she wanted to officially inform her team about your relationship and take you to the station.
And so she had the whole team gather in the lounge that afternoon, despite her day off, and everyone was excited about Andy's announcement. Andy entered the room with you by her side, hand in hand, even though you were still a little weak, but with a smile on your lips.
"Hey guys," she began, her voice shaking slightly with excitement as she rocked on her feet. "I'd like to introduce you to someone. This is y/n, my girlfriend."
A surprised but happy expression spread across the faces of her colleagues. Vic stepped forward and gave Andy and you a warm hug. "We suspected it," she said, laughing. "But it's nice that you're finally telling us officially."
"Welcome to our small but weird family, y/n," Maya added, holding out her hand. "Thank you," you replied, taking her hand gratefully. "I'm glad to meet you all. Andy has said so many good things about you."
"Well, we're glad you're here and that you're feeling better, y/n." Sullivan said with a smile. "If you need anything, let us know."
The mood was relaxed and full of joy as the team officially welcomed you and Andy as a couple. The past few days had shown how strong the bond and support within the team was. Andy felt a deep gratitude for her friends and colleagues who had been there for her during this difficult time.
The evening passed in a whirlwind of conversations, laughter and time together. Andy could finally breathe a sigh of relief, her worries had disappeared to some extent, and she knew that she not only had you, but also a great family by her side.
Can you write an Andy Herrera x fem!reader one-shot? Andy and Reader grew up together and are childhood friends, one day R's parents tell her that they're moving and a week later R leaves. Time skip 15/20 years later, R returns to Seattle. R and Andy meet but don't remember each other since it's been a really long time, they start spending time together and fall for each other. R and Andy get together and one day the topic about first love gets brought up and R starts talking about her first love (which was Andy) and while she's talking Andy starts remembering all the moments together and makes the connection that R is her childhood best friend and she says something that makes R remember aswell
Sorry for the really long request, I hope you'll write it <3
Authors note:
I realize they should technically be able to identify each other by the last names on the firefighter suits, but let’s imagine the possibility that Reader might have changed their last name—perhaps through marriage or another circumstance. I’ll leave the details to your imagination. I also hope that I have processed your request well. Enjoy! ♥
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Andy Herrera and you were the kind of best friends who spent every free minute together. For as long as you could remember, you were inseparable - two kids who roamed the Seattle neighborhood, chasing each other through alleys and climbing trees to live in another world. There were no secrets between you, no fears you couldn't share. Life felt like an endless summer for you in which you were unstoppable.
Your friendship began in elementary school, when you were both too shy to talk to the other kids. But while you were sitting on the bench at recess on your first day, sandals on your feet and eyes on the ground, all you needed was a fleeting glance and a tentative smile to understand that you were meant for each other. From that moment on, you became a team, inseparable in all of life's little adventures.
"Do you want to play with me?" Andy asked shyly at the time, her small hands clutching the hem of her t-shirt as her feet wiggled in the air.
You nodded silently, with a smile that changed everything. From that moment on, there was no turning back - you were like siblings, connected by the invisible of your childhood adventures.
The next four years brought you even closer together. While other children came and went, your friendship remained constant. You were both rebellious in your own ways - Andy, who had always been a born leader who didn't allow anyone to push her around, and you, quiet and thoughtful, but with a humor and wit that never failed to make Andy laugh. Together, you were unstoppable, like two halves of a whole. Andy protected you from the tougher boys in the neighborhood while you helped Andy through her most frustrating moments, especially when it came to her father.
"One day we'll see the whole world," Andy said one afternoon as you sat in the treehouse you had built together. "The whole world?" you repeated skeptically, a smile on your lips. "We've never been beyond the city limits."
Andy shrugged and threw the tennis ball at one of the wooden boards, where it bounced off and came back to her. "So what? We have time. You'll see."
Your connection became a part of you, almost as if it was second nature to always be there for each other. You supported each other, dreamed of the future and swore that no matter what happened, you would remain best friends forever.
But life had other plans.
When you reached your teens, a lot of things changed. You were transferred to a different school, a decision your parents made to create better opportunities for the future. But school wasn't the only change. A few months later, the news came that you and your family were moving to another city - to California, hundreds of miles away. The idea that you could be torn apart hit both of you like a shock. You didn't want to say goodbye. You didn't know how you would carry on without the other.
"It's not fair!" Andy kicked the soccer ball against the wall of her house in frustration when you told her about the move. "I know," you said quietly, your eyes on the floor and your arms crossed angrily in front of your chest. "But there's nothing I can do. It's decided."
"We belong together! You can't just leave," Andy replied defiantly, the anger and sadness in her voice unmistakable. You took a step closer and put a hand between her shoulder blades. "I'll never forget you, okay? We'll stay in touch. Letters, phone calls... somehow we'll manage."
Andy shook her head, her eyes sparkling with tears, but she didn't want to cry. "It won't be the same..."
The last day came too quickly. You hugged each other at the end of the street where you had always played as children. Both were too proud to cry, but the silence that hung between you spoke volumes. No words seemed enough. You promised to write letters, Andy swore she would call as soon as she had time. But you both knew it wouldn't be the same.
"I'll miss you," you finally whispered when you had to let her go. Andy just nodded, the lump in her throat that prevented her from saying anything. "Me too."
And then you were gone.
The years passed. Andy grew older, went to the fire academy, followed in her father's footsteps, and built a new life for herself. You gradually faded from her thoughts, not because the friendship wasn't important, but because life went on with a harshness that left no room for the past. Memories of summers together and secret hideouts were overshadowed by Andy's responsibilities, work, and the people who now filled her daily life.
And so fifteen, almost twenty years passed.
Seattle had changed, and so had Andy. She was a seasoned firefighter, a leader at Station 19. But despite all her successes, there were moments when she felt lost. Sometimes, as she drove past the old streets she and you had once roamed, she felt an inexplicable tug in her chest, a touch of nostalgia she couldn't quite grasp.
It was early one morning when the world shifted again in a strange way.
Station 19 is getting ready to welcome a new colleague. It wasn't uncommon for new firefighters to arrive, but this time something felt different. When Andy heard that the new firefighter was from California, she cringed inside - not because she was thinking of you, but because Seattle always seemed to bring people back.
When you entered the station, you were wearing a firefighter's uniform, but the eyes that wandered around the large building seemed curious, almost nervous. There was something familiar about your figure, something that made Andy uneasy, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She watched as Ben Warren and Maya greeted you and felt this strange tingling on the back of her neck. Part of her didn't want to look away, but another part wanted to throw herself into the work and ignore the feelings she didn't understand.
"Hey, Andy. This is our new firefighter - straight from California," Maya introduced you and Andy nodded, taking a step forward. "Welcome to Station 19." Her voice sounded firm, professional, but her gaze rested on you for a moment too long
You reached out your hand to her. "Thank you. It's nice to be here." Your voice hesitated for a moment as your eyes met hers. She took your hand, shook it with a smile. "Have you been in the fire department long?"
"For quite a while," you answered, smiling briefly. "But it feels like it's the first time - a new city and all."
"Well, you'll settle in quickly here. We're a close-knit group-" she said and stopped, she didn't know your name. "Y/n. My name is Y/n."
For a split second there was something when she heard the name - a flicker, a recognition that immediately disappeared again. Andy felt as if she had just touched the faintest hint of a memory, but she couldn't grasp it. You hesitated too. There was this kind of strange familiarity in Andy's face that you couldn't quite place.
You had introduced yourself to each other, like two strangers meeting for the first time. Your hands had touched as you shook hands, and for a moment you both felt an unclear wave of emotions that you couldn't name. It was as if you had buried and forgotten the past - and yet there was a small flicker in the deepest corners of your hearts that wouldn't quite let go of you.
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The weeks passed, and life on Station 19 went on as it always did - missions, training, shared breaks. You and Andy were working well together now, and while your friendship was growing, there was still a hint of distance, a feeling of something unsaid. It was hard to describe, but every time Andy looked into your eyes, she felt a strange sense of familiarity. A small voice in her head whispered that there might be more than she was willing to admit.
You felt the same way - you couldn't quite explain why Andy seemed so familiar, as if your souls had been connected for a long time. But you put those thoughts aside, happy to finally be back in Seattle and to have found a new family on the station.
It was a quiet afternoon in the station, the crew had retreated to the kitchen, legs casually propped up on the chairs, relaxing after a long day. The mood was relaxed, and Vic, known for her curiosity and humor, sat at the table, leaning back in her chair as she looked over the group.
"Guys, I have a question," Vic began with a mischievous grin. "And before anyone tries to avoid it - no, you can't avoid it."
The team looked at her curiously, some of them with raised eyebrows. "Oh, that sounds dangerous," Jack remarked dryly, giving her a playful sideways glance and taking a sip from his water bottle.
"Don't worry, Jack, you'll survive," Vic replied with a grin before getting straight to the point. "So, who of you remembers your first love?"
A murmur went around the group, accompanied by eye rolls and amused laughter. The question was simple, but it had a hint of nostalgia that made everyone a little uneasy. Most of them looked at each other briefly before starting to exchange embarrassing stories and memories.
One by one, everyone told of their first crush - of teenage years and teenage loves, of embarrassing confessions and broken hearts. It was a mixture of laughter, frowns and a hint of melancholy that floated through the room as memories of first love were brought back to life.
Then Vic turned her gaze to you - you had been listening quietly to the others until now. "And you, y/n? Who was your first love?"
You hesitated for a moment. You were unsure if you wanted to talk so openly about something that had been buried deep inside you for so long. But finally you sat up straight and took a deep breath. "It was someone from my childhood," you began quietly, a faint smile on your lips. "A friend. We were still teenagers, but she was just... everything to me since we first met.“
Andy, who had been listening casually until that moment, suddenly turned her attention to you. The way you spoke awakened something in her - something she couldn't immediately grasp, but that felt familiar.
"We have known each other since the first grade of elementary school. She was brave, strong, and had that untamed spirit that I always admired. She made me feel like anything was possible," you continued, your eyes softening as the memories pulled you back. "She was the one who had the wildest ideas. We always pushed each other to do things we would never have dared to do on our own. But with her, everything felt safe."
Andy felt her heart suddenly beat faster. That description... it was as if your words were evoking a long-forgotten memory, like a familiar scent that suddenly wafted through the air. "Brave, untamed spirit..." she thought. That description felt so strangely familiar.
"I remember how she always said," you continued. "She had this habit of always saying: We belong together. It was a promise. No matter what happened, she always made me feel like we were inseparable. It hit me so hard back then..." You paused, your voice softening, almost wistful. "She was my first love, even though I never told her that."
Andy froze. The words you had just said - they echoed in her head like a bell. That was something she had always said as a child, to someone very special... to her best friend. The memory came suddenly, unexpectedly, like a flash of lightning lighting up the sky. She stared at you, and in that moment it clicked.
"It can't be," thought Andy. The memories of her childhood were suddenly vivid, and she remembered the adventures she had had with her best friend. The unforgettable days in the park, the tree climbing, and the tree house they shared.
Andy felt her gaze narrow on you, and a puzzle began to come together in her head. "That sounds so familiar," she said suddenly, her voice quiet, but clear enough to attract your attention. "We belong together. That's what I always said... to my best friend before she moved away."
You turned to her, your eyes widening as Andy's words slowly sank into your consciousness. You stared at her, eyes wide open as a shock of realization began to form in your features.
"What did you just say?" you asked, your voice shaking as you slowly understood the meaning of her words.
Andy swallowed hard, the connection in her head now almost complete. "My best friend when I was a child. She moved away and we never saw each other again."
You suddenly stood up, your eyes desperately searching for confirmation, for a detail that could anchor this incredible possibility in reality. "Andy..." you whispered as the realization almost overwhelmed you. "That can't be... you are... you were..."
She looked at you and suddenly everything was clear. "It's you," she said quietly, almost reverently. "You're my best friend who moved away back then.
You both looked at each other as if the rest of the world had completely disappeared in that moment. The air around you seemed to charge as the memory washed over both of you like a wave. Time seemed to stand still, and the lost years seemed to shrink in an instant as the truth finally broke through.
You put a hand over your mouth. "Oh my God... Andy, I can't believe it. It was you... the whole time."
Andy smiled weakly, tears shimmering in her eyes. "I knew you seemed familiar somehow. I just could never put my finger on it."
You broke into a crooked smile, her voice trembling with emotion. "Me too. It was like I knew you, but... I couldn't really put my finger on it."
The whole team had watched the moment in silence, no one said anything. It was as if they all sensed that something deep and meaningful was happening here, something they couldn't quite understand, but that was still powerful and moving. Travis, Vic, and the others looked at each other, feeling the emotional weight of the moment unfolding before their eyes.
"So, this is..." Vic began quietly, her eyes wide with surprise. "I mean... wow."
Andy and you both laughed quietly as reality finally set in in full force. It was incredible how life had brought you back together - through so many years, through so many changes. But now you were here, in this moment, reunited, and it felt like a part of you that you both thought was long lost had finally returned.
You slowly stepped toward her, your hands slightly outstretched as if to make sure this wasn't a dream. "I never thought I'd see you again," you repeated softly, your eyes shining with joy and relief.
Andy couldn't hold back any longer and pulled you into a tight hug. It was a hug that made up for all the lost time. A hug that turned years of separation and the grief of what could have been into a single moment of reunion.
"I missed you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion as she held you tighter. "Me too," you replied, voice shaking. "I'm so sorry I left. I would have given anything to stay with you."
"It doesn't matter now," she said, pulling away slightly to look you in the eyes. "Now we're back here. Together. And neither will ever leave the other again."
The crew watched, moved by the moment. They didn't understand everything, but they felt how deep this reunion went. It was more than just a friendship rediscovered. It was like two lost souls had finally found each other again.
It was a moment neither of you would ever forget - the moment when two old friends finally recognized each other and closed the gap between past and present. And so you and Andy stood among your friends, forgetting the rest of the world as the past, present and future connected in an instant.
Joining station 19 and immediately connecting with everyone. You and Andy fall for each other hard and right before you two are going to confess the station gets a bad call where you get badly injured. You need blood so everyone gets tested to see if they are a match. Jack Gibson is and the doctor figures out that you and Jack are twins. Everyone is shocked. Especially Andy. Falling for your ex's long-lost twin sister is crazy. She ends up distancing herself away from the reader who gets hurt and confused. Maya can tell she is hurting herself while doing this. So she tells Andy that if she really cares about the reader then she shouldn't care that her and Jack are twins. Andy goes to the reader and explains herself. Then the two get together. Fluffy and angsty please?
Authors note:
Very long story for my standards, and not proofread. I apologize if there are any grammatical errors! ♥
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You slowly walked through the open gates of Station 19, your gaze focused, but a friendly smile played on your lips. The fire station, which was full of hectic activity, seemed to pause for a heartbeat at that moment as the eyes of everyone present were focused on you, who walked in with a confident step.
The new members of the team had seen many new faces come and go, but there was something about you that caught everyone's attention. Captain Bishop stepped forward first, offering you her hand with a gentle smile. "Welcome to Station 19, y/l/n. We're glad to have you here."
You shook her hand firmly and nodded happily before pulling away from her and looked around your new workplace. "Thank you, Captain. I'm excited to be a part of this team."
Maya gave you a little tour and led you through the station, introducing you to the other firefighters. The welcome was immediately warm, but when you met Andy Herrera you felt a special connection. Andy, the experienced lieutenant, looked directly at you and for a moment the world seemed to stand still for both of you. "Y/n, right? Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, exactly. And you're Andy, right?" you asked and she nodded at you, taking the friendly route to your new locker. It didn't take long for you to get along with everyone. You showed the team respect for their experience and knowledge of firefighting and impressed your new colleagues with your skills.
Over the next few weeks you became an integral part of the team. During the exercises you showed the full extent of your abilities, but what impressed the others was your dedication and your ability to keep a clear head in stressful situations. Your positive attitude and the way you interacted with those affected by fires infected everyone, and it seemed as if you had been a part of the station for years.
A close bond developed especially between Andy and you. You understood each other on a deeper level than words could express. The looks you exchanged spoke volumes, and it was as if you had found a common language that only existed between you.
In the quieter moments, you often found yourself near the emergency vehicle, deep in conversation. About your past, about your dreams and the challenge of the fire service. But despite the obvious and ever-growing attraction between you, neither dared to speak the words that were hiding in your hearts.
One evening, after a long mission, you sat on the edge of the station and looked out at the city at night. The silence between you was comfortable but also tense while the atmosphere between you was charged. “Y/n, can I ask you something?” She asked into the quiet, catching your eyes as you looked down at her from the city lights, lost in thought. You both tried to understand your own burgeoning feelings and put them into words. "Of course. Ask me anything you want."
Andy struggled with her words, not knowing how she wanted to express her feelings, and just as she was about to say a word and break the silence, she was interrupted by a loud alarm that echoed through the station. Everyone immediately jumped up when the emergency call went out.
"There's a major fire downtown! All hands on deck!" Maya Bishop shouted, the words piercing the air as the station filled with frantic activity. The Latina's confession was suddenly shattered by the reality of fire service. Without another word, you grabbed your gear and ran to the emergency vehicle.
The journey to the fire site passed in hurried silence. The sirens wailed as the images of the burning building grew closer and closer. When the emergency vehicle arrived on the scene, smoke billowed into the air and flames leaped wildly into the darkness. "Y/l/n, Herrera! You are responsible for floors 8-12. Clear the apartments!"
You quickly rushed into the burning building, working hand in hand and coordinating your actions while handing over your stay and condition to the team. The intensive cooperation and trust that had developed between you at the station was now put to the test. But it was precisely in this extreme situation that you found a remarkable synchronicity.
In the middle of the mission, as you tried to save lives and control the fire, Andy and you briefly looked into each other's eyes. At that moment, the flames around you seemed to disappear and time slowed down. It was like your emotions were about to explode in that intense moment. "Andy, there's something I really need to tell you."
"Later, y/n. Let's finish this first." the Latina's words were drowned out by a sudden, loud crash as part of the 10th floor structure collapsed. The floor was flooded with a blinding wave of heat, while screams and the crackling of the ravines merged into a deafening carpet of sound.
You jumped towards Andy to save her from the burning column of rubble that was rushing towards her amidst the chaos. But the heat wave hit you and you were thrown to the ground. Andy saw the scene in horror and picked herself up from the ground before immediately rushing to you. "Y/n! Can you hear me?!"
You could only nod weakly as deep pain pulsed through your body. "Captain, y/n is injured! I need medical attention immediately!" she shouted through the intercom, waiting as other colleagues arrived to fight the fire and rescue you from the rubble.
Your thoughts were heavily clouded by the stabbing pain, but in the midst of the agony and struggle with unconsciousness, you felt Andy holding your hand. "You'll get through this, you hear me? Stay with me!"
While Hughes and Warren took care of you and got you out, the fire was gradually brought under control by Andy, Gibson and Travis. But the emotional flames between Andy and you were brought to a new level by this dramatic incident in which you tried to save her life. The fire in the Latina's heart now burned not only with desire, but also with worry and the desire to be by your side forever.
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The bright lights in the hospital waiting room were tense. Your entire team waited with worried faces for news about your health. The quiet hum of the lights and the muffled murmur of other waiting patients filling the room. "What's taking so damn long?!" fumed Andy, who was driven crazy by the long gap in knowledge without any further information about you.
Unbeknownst to them, your situation worsened when you were now lying awake in the examination room and had found out about the need for a blood transfusion when Doctor Meredith Gray determined through all the tests that you urgently needed a blood transfusion.
It was only when Meredith approached the group with a thin smile and wanted to share the news with them that Andy was able to breathe a sigh of relief, but her eyes were still filled with worry. "What's wrong with her? Will she be okay?" Victoria asked immediately, even before the blonde had fully entered the waiting room. "She was lucky in misfortune. A few broken ribs, injuries to her leg, but nothing that she can't overcome. However, she lost a lot of blood and therefore needs a blood transfusion."
The doctor's words echoed through the room and an unpleasant tension settled over those present, but after a brief period of shock, each of the firefighters volunteered to be tested for you.
After a good three quarters of an hour and a thorough examination of the seven samples, the surprising news came that was to give everyone another shocking piece of news that evening. This information would stick with Andy in particular for a long time. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant Herrera, but your blood is not compatible."
The confusion on her face was palpable, as she fervently hoped that she could save your life like you had done for her. Disappointment was reflected in her eyes, the uncertainty about what would happen next hung heavily in the air. "What? That can't be right. I have to be compatible. Test it again!"
"We've already tested it and there's no match. It looks like Jack has the right blood type, though," a brief moment of silence followed as Meredith fiddled with her tablet to double-check. that she recited the correct bullet points that she had discovered. "A genetic hit, even. You can donate immediately."
Shocked looks passed between each team member and Jack as the realization of the family connection sank in and he nodded without hesitation and made himself available. Andy's gaze lingered on him longer than usual, her brow furrowed as she bit her lip and folded her arms under her chest. The doctor's words struck her like a thunderclap, shattering her reality. "Both of you...siblings? That's impossible!"
"It seems so, Andy. Genetic testing seems to have confirmed it. I didn't know myself." Gibson spoke cautiously, the only one knowing that the Latina had had feelings for you for weeks. The revelation left a bitter taste in the air between Andy and Jack. The confusion in her eyes betrayed not only the surprise at the unexpected family connection, but also the fact that Jack Gibson, a former ex of hers, was now identified as your brother. The silence was broken by a heavy sigh as Andy voiced her thoughts. "That can't be right. You and me, we were..."
Jack interrupted immediately, holding his hands to his chest in a calming gesture. "Andy, I didn't know. I swear. But now we're all here to help y/n. We can sort this out later."
You could feel the tension between them both, and the situation suddenly became much more complicated in Andy's eyes than ever before. Andy's thoughts about her feelings for you were overshadowed by the newfound sibling relationship. The feeling of uncertainty spread through her and she didn't know how to deal with this unexpected turn of events.
The dynamics within the team had changed, and the revelation of familial ties not only upset blood relationships, but also brought with it a flood of emotions that were difficult for Andy to handle as Jack was prepared for the blood transfusion and the other firefighters remained in the waiting room, their minds still dominated by the surprising information.
During the transfusion, Andy continued to sit in the waiting room, her eyes wandering between hope and worry. She couldn't ignore the sudden siblinghood and felt that something had fundamentally changed in her life. It set off a chain reaction of emotions that were difficult to process.
After the successful transfusion, Jack entered the waiting room again and the eyes of the others turned to him. "How did it go? Were you able to donate the blood she needed?"
The young man just nodded tiredly and sat down on one of the chairs next to Maya. She gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder, expressing her gratitude for the help and support. "Y/n is stable. The transfusion went well. She will be fine."
A sigh of relief filled the room, but the tension remained. Andy, still torn between emotions and uncertainty, didn't know how to deal with the new reality and you in general. Your hospital stay had revealed not only physical wounds, but also emotional ones that had developed between both of you.
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In the days and weeks that followed this revelation, you felt a noticeable change in Andy's behavior towards you as you returned to duty. The usual closeness and familiarity between you seemed to have been broken by an invisible barrier and you didn't quite understand why. The Latina avoided long conversations and your gaze as if she was looking for distance.
You tried to understand the change, but every attempt to talk to Andy about it was met with a cool reserve. Even the small gestures of connection you had previously shared seemed to fade. You could see a look of confusion and uncertainty in Andy's eyes every time she looked at you.
One day you couldn't take it anymore and confronted her, blurting out your emotional distress. "Andy, can you finally fucking talk to me? I don't even know what your freaking problem is. You've been so incredibly distant to me since I was in the hospital and I don't understand why!"
Andy froze when she heard your vulgar pronunciation for the first time and hesitated in her answer for a moment before lowering her gaze. She had to find an excuse. Some excuse that didn't involve her feelings for you. "Everything is so messed up right now! And it has nothing to do with you, but with me."
"That's what they all always say, and basically it has something to do with you. You know what? If you don't want to talk, fine. Then leave it like that and drag our friendship through the mud!" You spat and Andy sighed as she took a step back, even though she just wanted to be close to you. "I'm sorry, y/n, but it's all just too much right now. I need time alone to process some things."
You could see the clear pain in her eyes. Your words left a painful chasm between you that you couldn't ignore. The situation crumbled the delicate structure of your relationship and your attempt to save your connection through another conversation had failed hopelessly.
With a heavy heart, you accepted her answer and disappeared from her surroundings, completely ignoring her from now on. In the time that followed, the distance between you both grew even greater, and the uncertainty put a strain on your work together as partners.
While the Latina tried to process the complexity of the situation, you were left alone with your physical and emotional injuries.
That same evening, after a tiring day on Station 19, where she saw you in every corner of her existence and her heart ached, the brunette looked for some distraction in a nearby bar. The dim lighting and quiet murmurs of the guests created a relaxed atmosphere that helped her sort out her inner turmoil. She sat at the bar all alone, her gaze absently fixated on the glass of whiskey in front of her.
The captain, Maya Bishop, also entered the bar with Carina, and immediately noticed the thoughtful expression on her best friend's face. The bad mood taking over her aura. They ran straight up to her and sat down next to her, the Italian woman already ordering their drinks for the two of them. "Hey, Andy. Are you okay? Where's y/n?"
Andy looked up, a shadow of uncertainty and sadness in her eyes, as the light of the bar began to glitter in her moist eyes. "Hey, Maya. It's... complicated."
The blonde nodded in understanding, sipped the beer she had just received and leaned on the bar before she revealed her observations of the last few days. "I've noticed you've been withdrawing from her lately. Are you still worried about the sibling thing?"
She hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly. Maya gently placing a hand on her upper arm. "Andy, I can see that you're both really upset about what's happening between you right now. But you can't just cut ties with y/n just because Jack is her brother."
She hummed, took a long sip from her glass, and looked thoughtfully at the wall. "I don't know how to deal with it. It's all so complicated.
"I understand that this is all complicated. But don't you think you're hurting yourself by distancing yourself from her? You both have something special and it would be a shame to give that up because of external circumstances."
"But Maya, they're siblings. That's just too much." Andy sighed again, her thoughts seeming to race before her eyes and mine seemed to see a hint of understanding in them. "Yes, it's unusual and complicated. But if you really want to fight for yourself and your connection, you shouldn't let something like this stop you. You love her, that's clearly out of the question. That's what matters ."
Andy's gaze shifted to her best friend as she took in her words. A moment of silence followed before the Latina finally realized the truth. "You're right, Maya. I shouldn't let these circumstances destroy what is between us."
Maya smiled encouragingly and picked up her bottle. A gentle smile also appeared on the brunette's lips and she also pulled out her glass before drinking it down. "I'll get her back. This evening!"
"Exactly, fight for what's important to you. And if you really love her, then don't let something as unimportant as this sister/brother thing destroy that."
The two women sat in silence with Carina for a while, Andy's thoughts swirling around as the bar around them filled with buzz and laughter. In that moment, she began to realize that perhaps it was time to overcome her own doubts and fight for what her heart truly desired.
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Night had fallen over the city when Andy stood in front of your apartment building. The night enveloped the streets in an impenetrable darkness as a light rain began to bathe them in a shiny pattern. Maya's words had touched a chord within her, and the urge to find clarity in all the chaos drove her to take the step.
She stormed across the street with hasty steps, the rain lashing against her skin and the cold breeze emphasizing her fear of what she was about to say. Her heart pounded against her chest as she entered the building and climbed the stairs to your apartment. A nervous tingle ran through her limbs as she stood in front of the door. She took a deep breath before tapping her shaking hands vigorously against the wood.
After a moment of listening intently to the footsteps coming from the apartment, you opened the door, surprised to see Andy in this upset state. Your eyes met and the tension between you was palpable. "What are you doing here so late at night?"
"Can I come in?" She asked, completely ignoring your question. You nodded and opened the door wider, your forehead furrowed slightly. She entered the apartment, her soaking wet hair dripping all over the floor while the silence enveloped you like an invisible veil with unsaid words. "Y/n, I.. I can't carry this around any longer. I need to explain something to you."
You sensed the seriousness in her voice and nodded, leading her into your small but cozy apartment. "What's wrong? Did something happen to you on the way here?"
Andy hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and saying the words that were trapped inside her. "I've distanced myself from you and I know it hurt you a lot. I was afraid of the whole sibling thing and it confused me about Jack being your brother and our past. But Maya opened my eyes. I can't just let this ruin everything between us."
You listened intently, shifting your gaze from the floor to watching her. Her expression was a mix of confusion and hope. "I felt it and it hurt me deeply not knowing what was going on. The distance in particular was... intense."
"I'm sorry, I really am. But now I'm here to make it right." There was a moment of silence between you before she locked her gaze back into yours. Andy took a deep breath and walked towards you, placing her hand gently on your cheek. "Y/n, I can't hide this any longer. I love you. No matter what happened between us or who our relatives are, I can't deny how I feel for you."
You looked at her and in that moment the insecurities and fears seemed to fade away. Feeling a pang of surprise in your chest, a warm feeling of joy followed and a smile crossed your face. A glimmer of tears glistened in your eyes as her words hung in the air.
"Andy, I love you too. And no matter what life has in store for us, I want to try and share it with you."
The words barely had time to sink in before your lips met in a passionate kiss. A flood of emotions flowed through you as you finally found each other - the uncertainty gave way to the certainty that your love was stronger than any external influence or challenge. The tensions of the past few weeks melted away.
Your apartment seemed to fill with the intensity of your feelings and a hint of romance and warmth. The world around you melted into a blurry background. In that moment you had found what you were looking for. As the night progressed, you stepped hand in hand into a future together, ready to face any challenge and nurture the love that was stronger than any insecurities. You two had found something special in each other.
Can we get a part 2 to the station 19 cancer post please? It was really good and made me cry haha
⚠️Trigger warning!⚠️
This one-shot includes the topic of cancer, throwing up and some swear words. These plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.
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Light.
Your eyes burned from the bright light that the sun drew across the room in powerful rays. You tried to run sideways in the armchair you were sitting in, but this was thwarted by the many tubes attached to your arms and chest.
A breathing tube under your nose sprayed tickling air into it. Chemical substances spread through your veins in your body and poisoned you. Numerous devices around you, which controlled your vital signs, beeped in an unstoppable rhythm and kept you trapped in a position that you could not stand for much longer.
Your back hurt, your already weak body exhausted from the strenuous treatments.
Your sparkling eyes had lost all luster and stared emotionless at the fast line displayed on the screen next to you. Where once your thin, soft hair was, there was only bare skin over which a cold breeze blew and made you shiver.
Birds were loudly singing outside. Children laughed and romped happily on the opposite playground of the kinder garden but your happiness had long since died out. Every week, you sat in the same chair at the farthest corner of the white room, vegetating away.
You kept seeing the same faces talking. You had not spoken a single word to anyone before, did not even know the names of the nurses. But you did not care, you were not here to make friends or make new acquaintances.
Battling. Surviving. That was high on your priority list.
You were simply trying to endure it in silence, hoping that with each new session the side effects would disappear.
Four weeks ago, the horror had started and you remembered exactly how the first day of autumn had hit you. The side effects dragged on after the first few minutes of the first dose, nosebleeds and vertigo followed immediately afterwards.
Since then, unconsciousness and the pallor of your strength has haunted you with every new breath you took.
"Oye, mi preciosa," (Hey, my precious). You narrowed your eyes sullenly as the soft and husky voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Wearily, you looked at the source of the noise after receiving a loving kiss on your temple. It was Andy, who knelt in front of you short after, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "What are you doing here? I thought nobody was allowed to-"
"Fire department status," her gaze wandered to your port access, which ran along the left under your collarbone and took a deep breath. She had seen this on you several times before, but the paler your skin got from battling that pesky disease, the stronger it seemed to pop out into her eyes. "Besides, I have my secret sources"
Andy quickly averted her fixed and anxious eyes from it and got back on her feet. "Bailey?" you asked, getting a simple nod as an answer before your best friend conjured up a small stuffed teddy bear from behind her back, making you smile before you tried to reach for it.
As soon as you had the little white polar bear in your hand, you examined it. He was no bigger than the size of your head and wore a fire suit with a matching helmet. On it, a self-applied number showing the date you were born and your last name in white letters.
"This is Mr. Cuddlesworth," the Spaniard began to speak while she walked away from you. You looked after her questioningly, seeing her asking a nurse at the small counter for a folding chair. A smirk creased on your pale lips, realizing that she was not just here for a short visit but apparently intended to stay here for a longer period of time. Andy came back gratefully and continued with her statement. "He will be your cute little helper when I can not accompany you"
"Thank you, Andy. That means a lot to me"
She took your hand in hers and held it tight, rubbing small tickling circles on the back of your hand with her thumb. "I do not know how much longer I can take this," you confess to her in a moment of total silence. Tears welled up in your eyes, the tiredness that enveloped your soul like a membrane struggling to the fore.
You felt your life slowly fading away. Every breath became heavier, rattling noises leaving your throat. You did not even have the strength to clear your throat. Every time you tried to get air into your lungs, they only filled a quarter full. Your innermost self resisted the negative thoughts, but your body went on strike, leaving you with closed eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks. "I do not want to die"
"You will survive, mi amor," she hugged you comfortingly to damp your distress and fear. Gently, she spoke positive affirmations alternating between her mother tongue and American language, but you could feel slow tears falling down on your cold head while her chest trembled next to you. "You are the strongest woman I have ever met in my life"
You too clung to the last straw of hope that was bestowed on you from all sides, but with each passing day the insecurity gnawed at you. Even if you healed completely and your cancer did not recur after a period of time, you would never lead the same life.
It had already died with the diagnosis.
"So Mrs. L/n, your first cycle is over and you are done for today. You can go home," the nurse interrupted in your intimate embrace, patiently waiting for you to be unplugged from any systems. Andy excused herself and quickly stepped aside before pulling out her phone and frantically typing on her phone.
After they flushed your port, you struggled to push yourself off the chair with your remaining strength. The onset of tiredness after chemo was clearly noticeable. Your best friend put her arms carefully around your waist to support you as you both walked slowly towards the exit, your eyes darting on the floor the entire time as you rested your head on her shoulder.
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Andy quickly unlocked the door of your apartment as she dragged you along, her arms wrapped tightly around your body as if she had to hold you together so you would not fall apart. "Here we are, I will put you to bed right away,"
You nodded, unable to speak. You had not said anything since the hospital, had almost fallen asleep on the car ride if the young firefighter had not driven over every hill she saw on the road.
Putting the key on the dresser and tossing her bag dryly in the corner, she walked with you into your bedroom and laid you down. "Do you need something?" the brunette started with her responsible tasks towards you and began to take off your shoes.
"Go to work, I will be fine" was your weak and almost whispered answer as you sprawled out on your bed. Squeezing the soft pillow comfortably under your head, you held it tightly with both hands.
"I took today off. I will take care of you," she spoke softly, pulling a thick blanket over your trembling and sweaty body; the side effects of the chemotherapy already starting to show. Her warm hand brushed some stray strands of hair away from your face and followed the curves of your body until her hand rested on the outsides of your pelvis, stroking it encouragingly.
A strong growl caught her attention off guard and made her chuckle. Your entire face wrinkled at the sound and the uncomfortable feeling stretching in your stomach, which is why you hid deeper in the covers. "Bonita, have you eaten anything today?"
"No, but I am not hungry anyway"
"You have to eat something," she lectured you immediately, getting up from her seat. Andy was already on her way to the kitchen when she turned back to you. "Try to relax a little. I will be right back"
Vanishing from the room, she remained optimistic about getting you a sensible and healthy lunch even though you had nothing in the fridge to use up. Ever since the chemotherapy started, you have not had the energy to pursue your favorite pastime- cooking.
With a lot of creativity and a slightly slimmed down recipe, the brunette conjured up a warm soup for you. It would fill you up with a few types of vegetables in it, had enough vitamins and gave you strength, but it was not difficult to swallow.
Filling it into a small bowl, she walked back to you with slow steps, so as not to spill anything. But she stopped in the doorway and casted a feeble look down at you. In the meantime she cooked something for you, your eyes closed and you had completely disappeared under the covers, that were up to your nose. Andy heard soft, rattling breaths and watched as the sheet moved up and down in even movements.
Andy quickly brought the soup back to the kitchen before she carefully lay down next to you on the free space. Her head lowered tenderly onto yours as she wrapped an arm around you and rubbed your arm compassionately.
Worries spread through her again; she did not know about you or your state of health at the moment. You did not want to answer any questions about it, you kept quiet about your illness, although everyone around you could see more and more that your strength was dwindling. Soft tears rolled down the bridge of her nose as her body trembled gently against yours.
Authors note:
It's relatively short, but it's also the end of this little mini-series that you guys convinced me to write. Thank you so much for reading ♥
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Death.
Andy Herrera had always underestimated it despite her losses. She had not wanted to admit that it could just rip you out of her life in this short time, never could have known that Mondays goodbye hug was the last she would ever get from you again.
The tough Latina has never been so unprepared by this dark force as with you. All the people who had died in her environment so far had given her time to prepare for it.
Her father had known from the start that cancer would take his life; the doctors had already given up on him. The brunette had not wanted to accept it, but deep down she had understood that Pruett was going to die; he had been able to use the last few weeks to say goodbye to his entire team.
Your chances of surviving this troublesome illness however, had been very good lately. Your chemotherapy had ended, the cancer even had regressed and your energy had slowly returned. But your body was too weak and eventually failed under the pressure of strain your system had to endure.
A shiver ran through her body and made her tremble briefly. Chilled air rushed incessantly through the open window into her living room and still, she could not breathe.
Andy could not tell how long she had been laying on the hard parquet floor just staring at the white ceiling that seemed to come closer with every faltering breath and she could hardly imagine anything more liberating at that moment, than being crushed by the ceiling that would push the pain out of her.
Her cell phone rang for the thousandth time somewhere on the coffee table. She had not touched it in days, failed to show up to work, had not spoken to anyone. The fire-woman just wanted to lay here and feel sorry for herself.
The Latina knew that while her friends on Station19 were struggling with the loss themselves, they were the ones most worried about her. Maya, Vic and Carina were afraid for her, but she could not take their condolences.
She did not wanted to be reconfirmed that you were gone for good, could not even bear to hear your name.
It had all been so sudden, without any premonitions. She remembered exactly how she had picked you up from the hospital on the decisive day a week ago and taken you to the station where you had spent your day together with everyone else.
You were so happy with the information that the cancer was on the mend and you were bubbling with new life energy. The color of your otherwise pale face returned to a silky shade of pink while a smile had been timid and constant on your lips.
Only the next day, when she could not reach you and you had not shown up at her workplace, did she make her way to your apartment to check on things. Her slightly shuffling but deliberate steps defined themselves on the steps in the stairwell before her hand thundered against your apartment door.
But no one opened and the worst assumptions had nested in her mind. When she did not get a message from you in the evening either, she called the police, who took pity on her and drove to your apartment to look around.
Andy had previously sat tensely with Maya and Carina in their apartment, staring at the clock and waiting impatiently when the call from the official, which she no longer remembered the name, she received at exactly 1:04am, knocked the ground from under her feet and let her collapse.
The friendly policeman had been silent on the other end of the phone for an unusual long time, finding it difficult to deliver the sad news to her- they found you dead in your bed.
The autopsy later revealed that you must have died the night before. The officer had assured Andy, that you fell asleep peacefully as usual, except that you would never wake up again. Your heart had stopped beating, as if it had suddenly gotten tired and had forgotten what its job was.
Since then she had been stunned, regularly wiping the stray tears from the corners of her eyes that threatened to trickle down her cheeks. Frantically, she pushed the pain to the farthest corner and buried it under total emptiness.
It was incomprehensible that you were no longer among them. Did she miss your nature, your endless humor, the indescribable smile and laughter that filled this apartment almost every day. She closed her eyes as she thought about it, her body wincing while her hands clenched into fists.
Andy Herrera's heart was pounding angrily, emotional and full of pain.
Her lips pressed into a forming line as her shaky breath caught in her throat, trying to control her emotions. But she could not keep that expression for long; soon the corners of her mouth turned down while her eyes began to shimmer.
As the first tear slipped from her eyes after several hours, she realized a tremor in her body before letting out a heartbreaking sob. The brunette turned her head, now laying sideways on the floor and looking towards the wall. Her whole body tensed and she swallowed hard at the picture of the two of you together.
"I miss you, Y/n" she croaked softly, her voice hoarse from days of silence.
The Latina felt her throat tighten, breathing became increasingly difficult. You were so damn important to her, had been everything to her. But now you got snatched away from her and it was irreversible.
At some point, the annoying ringing stopped and Andy was alone with herself and the lonely silence around her. Trembling finger slid along the discrete grooves of the floor as water pooled on the lower lid of her eye, threatening to collapse yet again.
The brunettes cheeks glowed and cooled slightly only from the coldness of her tears, which slowly rolled down her face and pooled on the outer parts of her contoured face, where they lost their grip and disappeared into her unwashed, frizzy hair.
She suppressed the thoughts about her loss, although it was so omnipresent in the air and would never fade away. Death was irrevocable and nothing would ever bring you back to her. Nothing.
