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Feb. 16th, 2015 05:03 pm
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There's a club in Darrow, Firetrap, it's called. Somebody thinks they're really funny.

But there's a whole theme: guys juggling and twirling and swallowing fire, drinks served en flambe...

It's just a pity that the owner's not as devoted to safety procedures as he is the theme of the place. Just maybe if he was, the place wouldn't be a smoldering pile of rubble now. It's the little details.

Logan's almost done with a 48 hour shift when they get the call that the place has gone up. It's looking like this will be the last run before he gets a couple of days off, and, not that he's one to brag about it, but he's more than a little impressed with his timing.

No, scratch that. He's definitely going to brag about it.

But maybe his head just wasn't in the right place tonight, more focused on those days off ahead of him than on the actual job in front of him when they get to Firetrap. One of the guys on the truck with them tonight gives them the all clear, says the club's been completely evacuated, only, this lady nearby is shouting about a friend of hers still being inside, while Lieutenant Diaz holds her back, tries to calm her down.

Logan's definitely not thinking. Because they've barely got the hose hooked up— he's supposed to be paired up with Jeffries— and the next thing he knows, he's racing inside without the right gear on. He gets out okay, after finding this twenty-year old half passed out in a booth near the back and dragging her out, but he's coughing, his throat and lungs practically on fire themselves as he pukes his guts out in the street.

Next thing he knows, he's waking up at Darrow General with an oxygen mask on his face, and he doesn't know which chewing out he's dreading more: the Fire Chief's, or his in case of emergency contact.

It's starting to look like his days off probably aren't going to go off like he planned.

Date: 2015-03-14 10:36 pm (UTC)
chasingthestorm: (haven't you seen me sleepwalking?)
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She can't look at him. Not yet, not right now. If she does — Veronica isn't sure, doesn't yet know if she'll shout or break down. He's so fucking cavalier, like it doesn't matter that he's all she has of home or that it took them years to get this chance. Just throw it away, who gives a shit.

"Well, I'm glad it's a joke to you," she mutters. He's never cared if he lives or dies. She's the one who has to worry, she's the one he keeps pushing into this position of being some raging bitch because she thinks he's not entirely disposable, and it's bullshit. It's always been bullshit.

Date: 2015-03-29 07:37 am (UTC)
chasingthestorm: (I ain't coming back this time)
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"Take half a minute to do it right," Veronica says, exasperated. "You could have been killed, Logan, and then how were you gonna help them?" What about her? It's stupid and selfish, but she keeps thinking it over and over. If she's not careful, she'll say it. Whatever she has going for her here in Darrow, though, he's the most important part. There's no way they fought through everything they've been through for her to lose him like this.

Date: 2015-04-06 07:25 am (UTC)
chasingthestorm: (I know I can't manage)
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Veronica is riled up enough that even that's frustrating. He should have known before he put himself in danger, before he wound up in the hospital. He's not going to get her to give up just by admitting she's right. The whole thing is exhausting. His job is dangerous. Her job can be, too. They don't need to create extra risks.

"Yeah," she says quietly. "It was and you did. I don't... I just don't want something to happen to you, alright?"

Date: 2015-04-13 02:13 am (UTC)
chasingthestorm: ('cause it's just another Saturday night)
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Veronica squeezes his hand, not quite looking at him yet. Voicing her thoughts and feelings is always awkward for her. Even with him, it's difficult, and he knows her better than probably anyone else in Darrow, so it's not as if those things are likely to come as a surprise to him. It's just one thing she never managed to grow out of. Maybe it got easier to share, but she's never been good at it.

After a moment, she thinks better of just speaking, instead turning to sit more fully on the bed, shifting up to be beside him. "Good," she says, "because I will murder you and no one will find the body."

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