{Trigger warning: This story deals with a lot of serious topics and situations. Heavy detail is included. Ranges from sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse of psychical and emotional, self harm, and suicide. Read with caution, this is your only w...
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My leg bounces as I sit in the lobby of the fire department. Andy's in the captain's office. They shut the door. She told me to wait here and I've just been sitting here.
"Y/n?" A voice says causing me to turn in the chair and see Jack walking down the steps. A smile spreads to his lips when our eyes meet. "Hey kid, what are you doing here? Andy here?"
I raise my arm and point towards the office. Jack gets to the bottom of the steps and glances through the window and nods. He turns his head towards me and I bite my lip. "You ever been in a fire truck?" He asks and I shake my head. He motions for me to follow. "Come on. I'll show you."
He walks past me and heads towards the door out to where they keep them. I hesitate and look to where Andy still was. I nod and stand, following after Jack. I walk out and realize how big the truck's actually were. All the firefighters jackets, helmets and boots sat at the doors on the ground. All their names in yellow. Bishop. Warren. Herrera. Gibson. Montgomery. Miller. Hughes. Sullivan.
"Cool huh?" Jack asks. I tear my eyes from the names and look at him. He stands with his hands on his waist. "Come here. Hop up." He points to the open door to the back of the fire truck. I walk over and he holds out his hand. I look at it and reach out grabbing a hold. He helps me in gently and once I'm in I sit down and look around. My eyes wondering seeing him climb in out of the corner of my eye.
Jack doesn't say anything when he gets in. I keep my eyes wondering, looking around at everything.
"Andy and I take turns sitting where you are," Jack informs me and I look at him then at where I'm sitting. "The lieutenant usually sits in the front passenger seat if Captain Sullivan isn't in the rig. If he's in the rig then depending on who's where we sit where you are."
I nod, looking down at my hands. I fiddle with my thumbs and shift in my seat.
"Newbies sit where I sit. Or we call them probes. Travis and Vic aren't probes but they sit here too. Emmet's still the probe since he's still the newest member compared to everybody else."
My eyes look up and to Jack who's looking back at me. I know he wants me to talk to him but it feels weird. I take in a deep breathe and just nod.
"A little crowded," I whisper seeing Jack's lips curve upwards as a small chuckle escapes his throat.
"Yeah, yeah it is-" Jack pauses and points around. "Imagine everyone in here too. Some of them smell pretty bad."
A small smile cracks onto my lips.
"There it is," Jack smiles. I look down at the floor and then at him. "Got you to talk and smile. Win in my book."
"Hey Gibson can I- Oh hi," a woman's voice spoke. I turn my head from Jack and see a blonde haired, wide eyed woman looking back at me. I look away, down mostly. "Sorry I thought you were just talking to yourself. Who's this?"
