Fate
By Celtic wind and Dana Grayson
Disclaimer: I own nothing as always.
Summery: Are some things predestined, like who we are? Who we meet? Who we'll become?
Author's note: This story was started by Dana Grayson sometime ago and she asked for a little help so here goes.
Fate is based on the premise that there was never a reason for Lightspeed Rescue to be started. There were no demons so what happened during the car accident was what could have possibly happened.
Prologue
Dana Mitchell took in the fire fighters hurrying around, the other E.M.T.'s and other rescue personnel on the scene. It was crazy, she saw the fire fighter, he looked kind of sick; his face soot covered his eyes slightly glazed.
Frowning Dana glanced around. / No one seemed to even notice him. With out another thought she crossed over to the truck where he huddled.
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Carter Grayson hated this, this sickness, he knew it was because of the pain in his shoulder, the thing was he was a fire fighter, he should be able to work through it. He'd seen others do so…
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"Are you ok?" She asked and for the first time the guy noticed her. With a shock she realized he couldn't be more than a year older than her. He looked at her a minute as if confused so she reached out and touched his shoulder.
"What happened?" She knew this was her job, she was to help the hurt but for some reason she had a feeling that was not the only problem. That was confirmed when he just continued to look at her with no comprehension.
"Did you get hurt?" She asked and she saw the slight pain in his dark eyes. "Where?" She asked gently. He finally moved, glancing at his shoulder.
"Well then," She began and ordered him out of his outer gear.
"I should be in there." He said slowly and she gave him a smile of understanding.
"It's my first fire; I think it's scary to be in there, I'd be scared. Smoke, flames…" She spoke as she assessed his shoulder, it was popped out. Looking back at his face she wondered how he could sit there so calmly when it had to be killing him. She'd never be able to. The time she'd broken her leg, falling from a brick wall, she'd cried, the tears had been silent. She'd learned a long time ago that sobs and hysterics didn't get you anywhere. Was he like her?
Dana thought that if she kept talking to him she might not panic herself; she was smart and had been through training for this, the thing was that The practices had been nothing like this. There had been no fear of doing anything wrong. Now…
"We'll have to take you to the hospital." She said and felt his eyes on her. Good, that was good, he was looking at her.
"Wait here, ok?" He just nodded slightly and she saw him wince.
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Dana sat beside the gurney on the ride to the hospital uncertain what to say. She could see the fire fighter's pain more evidently now and wanted to distract him, but how? She thought of the nurse at her old pediatrician's office.
"So do you have a name?" She asked realizing she'd not heard him tell her partner. Looking into his eyes she wondered if he'd not reply but then he spoke.
"Carter, My names. Carter." She nodded and said.
"Well, Carter, I'm Dana and I'll be your care taker until we get you to the hospital." She said and she thought she saw the spark of humor in his dark
eyes.
Idly she wondered what color they really were, they looked almost black but pain could do that. She wondered what he'd look like all cleaned up, he'd lost the helmet and she could see his hair was a shade of brown, and that he had a handsome face but with the dirt it was hard to see just what Carter looked like, not hat it mattered.
"How old are you?" He asked and she blushed.
"I'm um," Just then they rounded a sharp corner and she felt herself falling.
"Dana are you alright?" Carter asked annoyed by the pain of his shoulder and the restraint of the safety straps.
"Yeah, I'm ok." She said getting once again to her feet and moving to sit down beside him once more. "I'm still not very used to riding in this thing." She confessed.
"Looks a lot like riding on a truck." He said and she realized he meant the fire trucks. She'd seen the fighters riding on the sides and back.
"Yeah it does, I guess I'm lucky though, I get to ride on the inside." She said and he smiled a little.
"So," he began after a minute or two, "you never said how old you are." He reminded her.
"Oh, right, I'm 18." She didn't add that it was her birthday. He didn't need to know that, besides, just then they arrived at the hospital.
As she helped wheel him inside she rattled off the information She had to the desk nurse. Then With out a backwards look Dana headed back to work, there were lives to save and scrapes to tend.
TBC
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