What if?
(My usual disclaimers apply; I don't own anything this time around. A Mills\Dawson short fic. Don't read unless you have watched A Coffin that Small, *Possible Spoilers*)
Chapter 1
(Mills' Point of View)
We were all still grieving about the boy that we had rescued from the chute. I was rattled for sure, especially since he was one of the ones that were on that field trip the day that I first joined firehouse 51. I still was over on the couch when everyone was being introduced to the new candidate that was going to take over for a few shifts. I was surprised that she looked so much like Shay, and that was mind blowing. Dawson had asked me to meet her in the locker room, so I did. I had a sneaking suspension that she was not telling me something.
(Dawson's Point of View)
After meeting the new candidate, I retired to the locker room and relieved what happened. I was so ashamed about it, I hadn't even told chief yet because I was scared that I would lose my job, and this was the only thing I loved. I heard a locker closing so I knew that had to be Peter. I quickly joined him on that bench in a hug. "Peter, promise you won't say a thing to anybody. He nodded, so I continued. "The ambulance was hijacked today". I caught my breath and said, "I have never been so scared in all of my years working here." I let a tear fall, and he hugged me and said, "No matter what happens, I am always here" as he kissed my lips. That's when I realized he was the best thing to happen to me, because I have trusted him.