Fandom: One Chicago

Title: Bloodlines

Chapter 1: Viral Teens

P O V: Sylvie Brett

A/N: This goes out to silentdominator who has been one of my biggest supporters, thanks for all the reviews, requests, belief. I know I am not the best writer, I do this for fun to relieve my stress so anyone who can't leave a positive or kind review don't bother, opinions are like two middle fingers everyone has them, it doesn't mean you have to use them. I own nothing the characters belong to NBC/ Dick wolf and the writers of Chicago Fire, this will be slightly A.U. to those who take the time to read, leave a positive review, thank you, bless you.)

"Yo' Everyone listen up Cindy wants all of you schmucks on second shift at our house after shift," Christopher Herrman stood up on the table calling out to get everyone's attention. "What's up Herrman?" Kelly Severide asked as he stole one of the apple slices my partner Gabriela Dawson was cutting up.

"Lee Henry decided he was sick of being a kid and has decided to graduate early, he wants to be an adult so he plans on getting a job." his eye roll told me he doubted this would last long. "Yum Apples," Matthew Casey came up behind his wife Gabby wrapping his arms around her mid section from behind. Looking up at him I saw a glitter of happiness in her eyes, one I haven't seen in a long time. Looking up at Matt she smiled as he leaned down kissing her passionately.

Yawing I stretched my arms over my head damn my muscles are sore. My eye lids are getting heavy as the 24 hour shift winded down into the last two hours. "So how is your love life with Chaplain Kyle; Sylvie?" Snorting I laugh rolling my eyes back at Gabby. "Uh none existent Kyle moved to Arizona last week to lead a youth missionary," "Aw man I'm sorry Sylvie," She kissed my forehead "You deserve better, why don't you and Antonio try it again?" "Gabby please you know I love you but your brother has major commitment issues," "Sounds like Shay too bad she's gay or I'd hook them up," Our laughter filled the common room "Speaking of Shay have you heard from her or Foster?" she nodded "Yeah their on their way back from St. Lois she's in love with her new nephews,"

"She better have some damn pictures since she took off the whole shift." Randy "Mouch" McHolland muttered, Gabby laughed "She has so many you'll get sick of seeing them," "Must be hell twins," Herrman muttered "Double diapers, double sick, no sleep, constant yelling,"

"Yeah but think of the positive side double love, kisses, hugs, smiles, laughter being number one in two kids eyes," Chief Wallace Boden smacked his back everyone was oohing awing including me on the outside. Inside though I was starting to feel that familiar wave of sadness every time I thought about Megan Shay's new twin boys.

"Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambo 61 house fire 1362 Ohio Beach Street,"

Gabby's love of driving gave me some much needed time to close my eyes as I leaned my head back into the cushion of the passenger seat. I didn't intend to fall asleep during the 15 minute ride to our location but I must of because Gabby shock me awake with urgency. "Sylvie we're almost there wake up babe," shaking my head I yawned "Shit I can't believe I fell asleep sorry," Her eyes were full of kindness mixed with worry. "It's no issue love, are you okay though?" "Yeah just a killer shift," she squeezed my arm "There's an energy bar in the glove cabinet, eat it sweetie," "So how are you doing with the baby news Gabby?" she shrugged "I'm happy for Megan she's a sweetheart and her husband is a doll, they deserve happiness," "Hard though?" She paused "Yeah it is I mean Shay and I have both wanted babies for a long time, I worry this will deepen her depression over the issue, Kelly just hasn't matured enough to commit to being her donor, she doesn't want just any donor,"

"Kind of like you don't want to adopt after Louie, you want your own biological child," "Exactly Sylvie," She sighed. "I want a child so bad it hurts Sylvie, maybe it's selfish to want my own child with my blood flowing through it, my DNA, I don't care though. I can't stop my heart from feeling this way." "It's not selfish Gabby almost every woman wants her own child to love, a child represents hopes, dreams, apparitions, future, parents see their dreams for their child in their mind before their babies are even born." She smiled at me rubbing my shoulders "You sound sad Sylvie," "No just remembering," "Remembering what sweetie?"

Screeching up to the already engulfed house I didn't have time to answer but my mind was replaying the answer a thousand times over and over again. One name was being sung like a nursery school Rhyme. "Jonah Alexander Brett," Children are precious gifts which God gives us sometimes for only a short time. There's not much that they can leave behind, opportunities, wishes, plans, our hope. They leave us with a coldness, an emptiness that can't be explained or hugged away.

Grabbing our gear we ran up to the house which Herrman, Brian 'Otis" Zvonecek, Matthew Casey had already raced into. Detective Erin Lindsay along with Officer Kim Burgess were sealing off the area. A huge group of teens were already milling around many filming. "What have we got Erin?" she shock her head sadly "Teens Gone Viral,"

Gabby, I both looked at her "Huh?" before she could answer us Matt came racing out with Joe Cruz both helping a victim out. "Medics!" Both of us raced over to the badly burned teenager. "Stats Joe," "Gabby, Sylvie meet 15 year old Shane Meyers he poured rubbing alcohol over his body and lit himself on fire,"

"What the…"

We quickly set to work treating him as paramedics kids are always are worst victims, burn victims are the ones every paramedic fears. Kids who are burned well it's a nightmare. "Check his airway Sylvie," Placing my stethoscope against his raw chest, I could hear his airway. Stella Kidd and Mouch held him down as he thrashed yelling in agony. "Hyperventilating, we need to calm him down," "Anectine 30 m.g," "Stella get his watch and jewelry off do not pull his skin if it won't come off leave it,"

"Casey put a towel around his head we need to retain his heat or he'll become hypothermic, start an IV we need fluids, pain medication," "Copy Dawson," "Sylvie get a dry dressing in place," I could hear Herrman angrily asking "What is the point of setting yourself on fire? Someone please explain this one to me!" throwing his helmet down he scowled. "Youtube fame," One kid yelled out cheering "Excuse me?" Herrman asked confused "You set yourself on fire as a friend records you and try to get as many viral hits as possible,"

"What moron would stand there and press record while they watch their friend set themselves on fire?"

Someone pushed a young man forward as we bandaged the patient loading him up, the kid while no longer thrashing around drugged by the Anectine was still screaming, crying in pain. "Oh hell no! Herrman yelled "no way no frigging way did Cindy and I raise any of our kids to be this damn stupid!"

Looking up I saw Herrman dragging Lee Henry who was holding his phone looking sheepish and scared. "Forget early graduation you dumb-ass you'll be staying in school until they kick you out! Get your stupid ass inside that Ambo sit there quietly and let the medics do their jobs, not one word" "Just sit there and watch see for yourself how stupid this shit is, I've warned you about the dangers of fire since you were three years old! What the hell possessed you to be this reckless and stupid? Never mind explain it to your mother, I don't want to hear it. Your grounded forever!"

Lee Henry looked shaken I'm not sure if it's because he's scared of his dad, or in shock. If it's from being in an enclosed space with his friend who's burned over 60% of his body. Or the smell. There's nothing like burnt flesh the smell is distinguishing, nauseating.

"Will he be okay?"

Do I lie to him? Gabby took off racing towards Med as I pondered how to approach the subject of death with a seven teen year old. Kids aren't stupid they know more than we like to think they do. I can still remember the first time I knew that my brother Jonah wasn't going to live like the rest of us kids. I remember how my parents sat me and my youngest brother Christopher down how they tried to explain to us, yet somehow I already knew, I sensed it maybe it was our twin connection. I just knew even before I understood what death really meant, mom use to tell me I was special because I held a maturity that many kids don't ever have.

I think it was God's way of telling me he had special plans for me, it's what kept me from being scared of death. My parents however always had a difficult time coping with the impeding death of my brother, as they tried to talk to us their hands shaking their eyes avoiding connecting with us, I was the one who had to take their hands and tell them it was okay that I knew Jonah was going to go to heaven before the rest of us, that god was going to call him to be one of his angels.

The conversation weighs heavily on my mind as I take Shane's vitals my own heart beating so hard that I feel sick, dizzy. I was eleven playing outside in the driveway with Chris, shooting baskets. Chris was nine our mom came out calling us over to the patio. Handing us lemonade's and sugar cookies on a school night she never let us have sweets before school. So I knew she was trying to talk to us. I couldn't eat of course. Chris could he was too young to understand.

"Sylvie, Chris I need to talk to you about something serious, you both know Jonah has been sleeping a lot more and spending more time inside watching TV, cuddling with the dog," Chris grunted "Yeah lucky dog, I have to go to school and do yucky homework and he can be lazy all day," Mom's face winced as I put my hand on her shoulder "He's too young to know any better mommy," still she teared up as I heard the gravel crunch as the school bus traveling by she hated them, especially as Jonah got sicker, it was just another reminded that her son wasn't going to get to grow old, to graduate high school with his friends.

"Chris you are too young to understand all this, for that I am sorry, you should get the chance to grow up with your brother, to have that special bond, but see sweetie Jonah isn't being lazy he's sleeping a lot because his body is sick, he can't help falling asleep, you know that your brother, Sylvie have had to spend a lot of time in the hospital, it's not because their special and get to go on vacation, it's because they have an illness, well Doctors are out of options for Jonah his illness is too far advanced,"

"So if I get sick like them, I can be lazy to? I want to be sick mommy!" Mom's eyes were so filled with pain at that thought of her only healthy child wishing this illness on himself, her throat closed, her fists clenched she couldn't speak. Her voice echoing in my head be truthful with them it's the motto her, dad and the doctors lived by with Jonah, I. "Chris," I took over "Jonah isn't going to get better sometimes people get too sick and doctors can't help our bodies anymore so he calls them home," "Jonah is already home silly and your suppose to be the smart one Sylvie, see mommy girls are dumb, except you mommy your so pretty," Sighing I remember taking his hand and going for a walk with him as I explained about heaven and angels, when I was done he sat quietly fully understanding as much as a nine year old could that he wasn't going to see his brother again. Something inside of me died that day a piece of my heart, innocence was stolen. He seemed peaceful though as he went inside to play with Jonah, he had started to make peace with what was happening. Something he wouldn't of been able to do if we had lied to him even in an attempt to protect him.

Looking at Shane I sadly replied "Will do everything we can to save him Lee but burn victims can very easily succumb to infections, respiratory distress, so there's a very real chance he may not live."

"But you'll do everything you can Sylvie right? He's only seventeen he's too young to die!" "Try not to think about that Lee think of happy memories, like how he laughs or jokes he likes to tell, focus on those thoughts,"

Jonah had an amazing laugh his whole face would light up in animated glee whenever he heard or thought of a joke he couldn't wait to share. "Wouldn't this have been amazing Sylvie?" those were his words that always haunt me, somehow he always knew that I would grow up without him, and in our happiest moments, in the quite moments he would always whisper. Wouldn't this have been great? Talking about the connection we would've had as twins if we were given the chance to grow old together. Tears cloud my eyes as I adjust the IV turning my eyes to God I pray he let's this kid live a long life and that he would learn his lesson, maybe use it to help other kids learn from his mistake. The way Jonah and I use to do. "Yes Jonah it would have been amazing,"