Season 7 Finale rewritten

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A/N: Hi it's me again :p I I'm not the best at writing fanfictions I know it, so bear with me please.

Here's a quick rundown on how I imagined it so I don't completely lose you in the first sentences :p So I picture myself getting "teleported" into the CFD universe after watching an umpteenth episode. I'd be Sofia Cruz (my OC), Joe's little sister (read Little Cruz meets 51 to get to know the character a bit better). The story will be in Sofia's POV. I say it once again but Joe Miñoso is one hell of an actor, who inspires me. Allow me to fangirl because he liked my tweet :D

Quotes from the episode will be in bold

After rewatching the season 7 finale, I went to bed and knew I would dream about Otis again. I always dream about him after that particular scene, always wanting to be able change the outcome. I sigh, turn to face my bedroom wall and fall asleep few minutes afterwards. I wake up several hours later hearing a TV running which is odd, no one watches TV in the morning at my house. I also hear Cruz talking with someone. Wait... Did I just say Cruz as in Joe Cruz? What the hell is happening? I immediately get up and search for a mirror, I gasp seeing my reflection, I am Sofia Cruz. I check my surroundings, realizing the beige wallpaper. I am in the bunkroom at Firehouse 51! Okay this is obviously a dream; I pinch myself in the arm. 'Ouch!' Hearing my gasp, someone runs up to me. Oh god it's Joe. My inner fangirl wants to hug him so I give him a bear crushing hug. 'Jooooooooooe' He appreciatively hugs me back. 'Glad to see you're finally awake sleepyhead. Stella brought you here yesterday after your girls' night out. So relieved she called me though to tell me she dropped you off here.' I playfully punched him in the arm. 'Haven't I already told you to stop worrying so much mi hermano?'

Well damn this seems real enough. So I've been reading about this thing happening, where authors kinda get warped into a fictional universe, guess I've watched too many episodes and woke up here for a purpose maybe. Holy smokes I'm a firefighter and I have no clue how to use the halligan nor everything else. Oh dear god... If this is where I stopped watching after falling asleep, I'm gonna cry. I need to save Otis one way or another. That will change everything. I turn around noticing Stella coming up to me. 'Hey girl you're finally awake, you sleep like a rock. You didn't even notice when I laid you down on your bunk. Your brother was already half panicking something might've happened to you. Anyway Otis cooked a delicious Russian meal and I had to tell Tuesday off, so come on hurry.' Well here goes nothing; my adventure starts today. I follow Stella into the kitchen, Joe following close behind.

'It smells heavenly in here. Whenever Joe cooks, it sometimes does, if he's not burning the food. I'm always glad when you cook Brian whether here or at home.' My brother slaps my arm. Waiting for lunch to be served, I'm going to sit next to Capp to chat with him. I may be on Truck but Rescue Squad and I are super close. I kept thinking about the call ahead and was distracted. Capp begins tickling me, Tony instantly joins. I swear those two are evil twins. A few minutes after Otis serves lunch. I'm not going to jinx it but we didn't get called out during lunch, it was peaceful. Suddenly Severide elbows me. 'Hey Mini-Cruz want to join Squad during next call? You've been on Truck for over a year now. I want to test you. Stick to your brother's hip, be his shadow.' I couldn't be happier, I always wanted to be on Squad but I'd have to stick to Brian today; so disobey Severide, yikes and get away from my brother. 'Sure thing Lieutenant, I'd be happy to. I wanted to try to get my Squad certification in a few weeks anyway.'

Few minutes after we finished lunch which was super delicious, will have to ask Brian for the recipe, the alarm went off.

Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61, factory fire, 474 N. Racine.

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