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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.
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.
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Date: 2015-03-13 03:23 am (UTC)But there hadn't been a lot of time to consider any of that, in the moment.
"He says jump I say how high," Logan replies, the quip making its way into the conversation anyway.
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Date: 2015-03-14 10:36 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2015-03-26 05:20 am (UTC)He's quiet for a long moment, wanting to say a lot, but knowing he's not going to get the chance until he's out of the hospital. There's a lot they probably need to talk about when it comes to all this, but they haven't, not yet.
"Look, Veronica," he says, and he hazards taking the mask away from his face and whatever understandable grief Veronica might give him about it, "I know it's not a joke. I know what I did. And I'm sorry I freaked you out, but what was I supposed to do?"
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Date: 2015-03-29 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-04 02:09 am (UTC)And in a lot of ways, it's not any more dangerous than the hundreds of times he was in a cockpit, but that's probably a conversation for another day. One thing Logan has learned, is how to pick his battles, at least.
"Okay, it was stupid. It was stupid and I got lucky, I know that," Logan says, and he already got that much from the Fire Chief.
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Date: 2015-04-06 07:25 am (UTC)"Yeah," she says quietly. "It was and you did. I don't... I just don't want something to happen to you, alright?"
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Date: 2015-04-12 05:00 am (UTC)But out of sight and out of mind go hand in hand, don't they? There's probably a difference between all that and getting a call that he's in the hospital.
Logan sits up a little more, reaching for Veronica's hand.
"Next time... it's full gear or no-go," he agrees.
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Date: 2015-04-13 02:13 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-04-27 09:20 pm (UTC)