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The smokejumpershave always been close.
Since the day Pinecone finally joined the team, they'd been tighter than a taught cable wire. They were reckless, tireless, and rambunctious together. Blade rarely saw them apart. The only time he really saw them away from each other was when one of them was sick or injured, and even then they often didn't leave each other's sides.
Blade sometimes wondered how they didn't get sick of each other, but then he remembers how strong of a bond Nick and him had shared, and how they'd rarely been apart from each other. Then he understood what they were feeling.
It was love at its finest, in its purest form. They'd do anything for each other. They'd stay by each other's sides through hell or high water, and wouldn't dare leave each other. It was all in with them, they were loyal to the end. And Blade had to be honest with himself - he was very proud of them for it.
He was proud of them for a lot of things, but he'd never tell them. Maybe on his deathbed.
The bond they shared with each other was unbreakable. It had been tested time and time again, with fires, mudslides, extreme weather and other such emergencies, and nothinghad even strained their relationship with each other. They joked and teased and laughed with each other all day, and they'd involve the rest of the bases residents when they could. So nobody felt left out. It was incredible to be a part of it, and to witness their friendship in action.
Sometimes they got into trouble, sometimes they got injured. But it never broke their bond, never strained it, never made them dislike each other for even a second. They caused havoc together, they caused a lot of trouble together.
But Blade wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N: Little fluffy fluff to make up for upcoming chapters cause the next few are doozies!