Fix You

Closing

After a little over six months on the HIV medication regime the virus no longer showed up in Casey's bloodwork, it was still on his mind though, but with Doctor Kreisler's help his self-hatred had lessened, to an extent, after much discussion it was decided it would be best to put him on some anti-depressants, he'd been on them before in the past without much luck but this time they found a dosage that worked perfectly for him.

His relationship with Severide had only grown over the months he was living with him. It wasn't conventional but it worked perfectly.

Even with all the improvements, even though he had been heroin free, Severide knew things could be better, he knew Casey was uncomfortable in Chicago, he knew part of the reason for feeling down was because he wasn't working, except for when he helped Severide out at the boat yard. He would see Severide leave for the firehouse, the firehouse that Casey used to be able to call home, and Casey would miss it all. Boden and Shay now knew he was back in Chicago but they'd still not told anyone else. Casey still feared running into them when he was out but he realised he probably wasn't recognisable at a quick glance.

They packed up and moved to Ireland.

Severide smiled as he looked out through the window of the small house they were renting. Casey was being battered by the wind as he finished off chopping wood for the fire. In the water Severide could see the waves battering the wooden jetty, it had needed repairs when they'd bought the place and no doubt would need some more once this storm was over. The two boats they had in for work were secured safely in the work shed at least, which was were Casey was now heading too with the lumbar so it could dry out. Severide had already got a fire going inside, the place was small and it heated up the lounge quickly, they had found themselves fast asleep in each other's arms by the fireplace more time than they could count in the short time they had been there.

Casey felt at peace as he stepped inside the house, pulling off his jacket and revelling in the heat. He slipped his gloves off, revealing the light support wrap on his hand.

"Hot chocolate's on the side," Severide told him.

"Good, I can get some feeling back in my hands then," he responded, shaking them to help their circulation.

"You're cold? You looked hot out there, showing off your lumberjack skills," Severide teased him, bringing him into a hug, sharing a few moments with him, kissing his cold lips until they grew warm.

"It's a wonder we actually get any work done around here, you're very distracting," he said, eyes looking Severide up and down.

"You're happy though, right?"

"I am," Casey responded.

"Good, because I want to make all this official, gonna buy this place," Severide told him, casting a quick glance around.

"We can?"

"Yeah, gonna be paying more than it's probably worth but it's worth a lot too me, because I'm happy here too."

"You don't miss it?" Casey asked him.

"I always thought I'd stay in Chicago forever, always thought I'd be a firefighter until I was killed on duty, or had a heart attack or something when I was old," he answered, letting out a short chuckle.

"Few years ago I never thought I'd leave Chicago," Casey commented quietly.

"Things happen, things change, but I think as long as we're happy, and together, then everything is all right."

"Yeah, everything is all right."

The End