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Now that we've got that covered...Welcome! This fanfiction is inspired by a real-life encounter that I've experienced, and I've realized that I could very well portray it in a Lucaya-fashion. Be wary though, this is a darker take on Girl Meets World and isn't completely family-friendly like Disney Channel. Overall there will be no swearing, just darker and more intense themes. As well as some mild suggestive content.

Please enjoy and don't forget to review, that way I know how I'm doing. Also if you have a request to make about how the story should go, I'm very good at working stuff in. Thanks!

I stand with my shoulders slumped forward, my lip almost managing to jut out. A slight smile continues to linger on my face however, as Maya blindly wanders her way deeper into my admiration. She stands at the counter in the kitchen of the Matthew's house, her small figure being hidden by a large canvas that sits on an easel. Occasionally she will peek around from the edges however, delighting me with some more of her constant teasing.

"So Cowboy, I thought you wanted to become a veterinarian? What made you change your mind?" She asks, seeming to be genuinely interested.

I had recently decided that a much more worthy cause than saving animal's lives- though I hate to admit it- is saving people's lives. So I became a part-time firefighter with training as an EMT. It's actually a surprisingly easy job to get, and even a twenty-year old like myself can make a decent paycheck. Sorting out the details in my head, it only made sense to become a firefighter. Nothing else suits me better than this job. And so with a terrible sly grin on my face, I attempt to find a decent reply to Maya's question.

"Well I've always tried to protect everyone...Maybe this will be the best way to do that." I nod my head and look around at the rest of our friends, who sit scattered throughout the room.

"I think it's really truly great, Lucas. Really, I do." Riley chimes in from her place at the table, looking at me for a moment and then back at Farkle. Together the two of them work silently at a science hypothesis.

"Firefighters die at a 2.5 rate per 100,000 workers. I wonder what the death rate for a veterinarian is..." Farkle says, completely unaware as to how his comment might seem at all out of line. Better yet, he doesn't even take his eyes off his paper as he does so. I see Riley nudge him, followed by a silent scold. I can't help but chuckle at their interactions, especially now that they are a couple.

Sitting at the bay window in the living room, Smackle refrains from any comment, as she is extremely busy showing Zay her many Catan-related items on her Amazon Wishlist. I laugh at them too, Zay and Isadora are absolutely the most unlikely two people to end up in love. Yet, here we are. (To make matters worse, they can't keep their hands off of each other. )

At last, Maya averts her eyes from her painting and smiles brightly at me. "So you'll be saving lives now? You're in the life-saving business?" She asks, fumbling with her brush in her paint-covered fingers.

"Yes, I do believe that I am." I say proudly, a bit too proud. Zay looks up at me and smirks, deciding it's time for him to join in on this banter. "I'll bet real soon you're gonna have to save some old wrinkly guy that's fallen in the bottom of his shower." He gawks, the rest of the gang laughing along. "Or someone will call the fire department because they can't get the lid off a jar!" Smackle says, to which everyone laughs once more.

"Now Smackle, if you're ever in trouble and you call the fire department, I'll have to beat Lucas up for giving you mouth to mouth- that's my job!" Zay flirts with his girlfriend, the two of them then engaging actual mouth-to-mouth relations.

"I'm sure at one point or another I'll call the fire department for some meaningless cause. I am pretty clumsy and forgetful..." Riley looks at me, shaking her head and smiling. "Oh yeah, I'll show up and you'll be sitting there stuck in some tree. Riley? Is that you? No Lucas it isn't me- I mean, no Mr. firefighter it isn't me!" I reply, teasing her in a friendly way with my mockery of her voice. Meanwhile, Maya stands up and places her hands on her hips.

"Well Lucas, I think it'd be an absolute honor to have my life saved by yours truly." Maya curtsies, speaking in a proper British accent. I laugh and walk a few steps closer, bowing my head and offering her a hand. "It would be an absolute honor to save your life, Miss Maya Hart." She takes my hand and I kiss her knuckles, the two of us playing on this charade while our friends watch closely.

Just then, my fire and sheriff scanner goes off.

"904C reported on Sixth Avenue, requesting 902M and 951"

"Gotta go!" I say quickly, letting go of Maya's hand and grabbing my jacket off the chair. Exiting the apartment without any proper goodbyes, it sticks in the back of my head the way that being on-call forces you to drop everything. Forget anything going on in your life, it doesn't matter when lives are on the line...

Rushing down the staircase, I stare dead ahead and mentally prepare myself for whatever I am about to see.