Though I write often, I don't normally post my stories on here. I simply read other's work. Reason being is that I never have the time. Between college, work, and the two organizations I volunteer for, I never have any free time, to keep my stories updated and I would hate to leave a committed reader hanging. But I have taking the fall semester off of college and I have decided that because my sister and I are so in love with Dawsey; (so much so, we watched "Rhymes with Shout" every night, and counted the remaining 10 hours until last night's episode aired) that I am going to dedicate free time to working on my Dawsey story. The start of this chapter is an idea I came up with based on the promo and summary for next week. I hope you enjoy and please comment. I appreciate any thoughts including constructive criticism! This chapter is short- but I promise they will all be much longer after this; it is simply a prologue to see how you all respond. If it receives good feedback I would hopefully post once a night.
Disclaimer; I own no part of, NBC, Chicago Fire, the characters, or any of the storylines we have seen on the show.
This couldn't be happening; there was absolutely no way any God could be this cruel. She had spent years- years, wishing Matt were hers. But nothing ever seemed to go their way; he'd been on and off with Hallie the last few years, and when they had spilt due to different dreams and plans for their future, Gabby had been with Mills. When Mills ended things, she learned Matt had giving up his dreams of being a father in exchange for Hallie. Then Hallie had been ruthlessly murdered, and all she could do was be there as a friend for Matt, supporting him, helping him in this difficult time. When the accident with Heather took place and he gained custody of the Darden boys they had grown close again.
When Heather was let out on good behavior, and offered the job in Florida she knew Matt was acting more okay than he actually was. He was losing two young boys he cared deeply about; and in a way it was as though his dreams of fatherhood were being ripped away again. So once again Gabby was there for him; it wasn't until the night after the boys had left that he broke down in her arms. They'd been packing the remainder of the boy's clothes up and he had come across the action figure Ben had giving him. Gabby turned around to see him sitting on the bed, his head down and his shoulders violently shaking. Without giving it a second thought Gabby took the five steps to him, putting her arms around him and cradling his head while he cried into her neck. It wasn't no more than ten minutes later when he had calmed down, bringing his head back up to look her in the eye before whispering a quiet "thank you".
The following morning when he had attempted to tell her how much she had saved him these last few months she shot him down; her mind automatically going back to her family party, where she had made a fool out of herself, trying to make a move. Then after receiving a call for a three car accident, the van they were inside caught fire; he had yelled her name, throwing his body over hers to shield her from the flames. After they had both made it safely out he looked her up and down with fear in his eyes at the thought that she may have been hurt. She recognized that look, it was the same look of fear she had giving him when the ladder used as a bridge between two buildings had slipped from one of the window frames leaving him dangling for his life. It was that look that had made her decision to talk to him about where they stood a definite. One way or another she needed to know. He had once again opened up to her, telling her he didn't know where he'd be if it weren't for her; admitting to her that he had felt she saved his life numerous times in the last few months. They both stayed silent, Gabby trying to build up enough courage to draw the blinds and kiss him; when she finally had, Cheout killed the moment, leaving both Matt and Gabby staring at one another dumbfounded.
That night she'd gone over Matt's words a hundred times in her head; eventually with a lot of consideration and a glass and a half of wine, she had changed into a pretty black dress, with heels, let her hair down and applied the perfect shade of red lipstick. Grabbing her keys and coat before she had time to change her mind, but he had beat her to the punch; when she opened the door there he stood, wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights. Before both of them had too much time to overthink, he placed his hands around her waist and planted his lips onto hers in their very first kiss. When she wrapped her arms around him, her hands at the nape of his neck he took it as a good sign and gently pushed her into her apartment. They hadn't even parted their lips before his jacket was off, his lips moving from hers to suckle the skin just below her jaw bone. She through her head back both in pleasure and to give him better access. They both knew they should stop what was about to happen, they had a lot to discuss about what this would mean but they had both waited so long for this moment that neither one was willing to possibly ruin it with a less than fun conversation. So after a long night of lovemaking they had woken up in one another's arms, she could feel his soft lips leave a gentle wet kiss on her shoulder blade. Because both had avoided the conversation the night before she was fearful he would leave, but when she told him it would be okay if he had somewhere to be, he'd opened up yet again and told her how much he had regretted blowing it the first time. Maybe it was his morning voice, or the feeling of being held tightly in his arms, maybe it was the unfamiliar comfort of him being so open and honest but she chose to believe him.
He had shown her he was serious about her, that he truly cared- spending the entire night driving around with her in search of Shay; and when she was all but ready to give up he had reassured her that she would find her, he would help and that nobody knew Shay better than her. After finding her and safely bringing her home, they had sat in a comfortable silence, both exhausted from the search; and both grateful it was their day off, and they could grab some much needed sleep. Neither wanting to assume the other would automatically be going to the others place just because they were not an item. Breaking the silence Matt spoke first;
"Um, I don't know about you but I'm in need of a few hours of shut eye-did you want to come back to my place, or did you want to go to yours?"
"Oh, uh- what- what do you want to do?"
"Honestly? I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms, where it is doesn't matter to me."
"My place is closer."
"You aren't sick of me yet? You don't mind me staying?"
Gabby turned Matt's chin toward her before gently placing her lips on his.
"I will never be sick of you- drive."
How was it even possible that was under forty-eight hours ago and here she was sitting in a hospital waiting room praying to whatever God would listen that he wasn't taken from her. It wasn't fair dammit. She stood up from the spot on the wall she had been leaning against for the last three hours, when she saw the doctor approach them.
"Matthew Casey's family?"
"How is he?"
"You're his…"
"Girlfriend-how is he?" The eyes of firehouse 51 shot towards Gabby at this; but Gabby never took her attention off of the doctor.
"He suffered a major head injury, there is swelling around the brain it has gone down a significant amount between the last two scans, so we aren't too worried about that, however we will continue to watch it. Right now we have him in a medically induced coma, we want to give him plenty of time to heal accordingly. He does have a fractured skull but things could have been much worse. We're hoping to wean him off the medicine keeping him unconscious little by little over the next two days. After that it's up to him how soon he wakes up; but he was very lucky I'm expecting him to make a fully recovery. It's after visiting hours so only one of you are allowed to stay which I'm assuming would be—Gabby Dawson?"
"How did-"
"He was asking for you when we first brought him back. The rest of you can see him tomorrow."
"Thank you, doctor."
Each of them said goodbye to Gabby with a hug and a kiss on the check along with reassurance that Matt was a fighter and he would be just fine. When it was just Boden and herself left he gave her a hug before questioning her what exactly was going on between her and Casey.
"Is what I heard true? Are you two together?"
"I- I honestly don't know chief, we um…never really discussed a label, but if you're asking if we've acted on our feelings then yes."
"Good. It's about time."
He smiled before giving her a hug, "You'll call us if anything changes?"
"Of course."
When Gabby was alone, she'd met up with a nurse to walk her back into the ICU where Matt was being kept under watchful eye to ensure his recovery. The nurse was explaining all the machines and wires he was on but Gabby has tuned her out-she knew this speech she had said this speech plenty of times. She knew what to expect. That however didn't stop her breath from catching in her throat when she'd caught sight of him just outside his room. He had a white bandage wrapped around his head with wires coming from his skull reassuring her he had plenty of brain activity. He had a breathing tube, an IV, and wires coming from his chest. His cheek had been split open and his eye was swollen shut. He had stitches on the side of his head, gauze gently taped over it to keep the wound clean, and thin bandages holding the cut on his cheek closed. She knew they all meant he was strong, he could survive this but no matter how many times she had giving the speech she could never had prepared herself to see the man she was in love with laying broken in a hospital bed. She brought her hand to her mouth willing herself to keep her tears at bay, before taking a deep breath and stepping in the room, sitting by his side and grabbing his hand.
Well what do you all think?
Let me know if I should Continue?
