A/N: Hey people! Sorry for the wait. I've been really, really busy. Here's
another chapter! And thanks again to BebopQueen for posting this for me!
Thankya!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Caitlin!
Chapter 5: Waiting
Ruthie watched as blasts of water fell upon her burning house. A paramedic was slowly wrapping Ruthie's leg, trying to contain the intense bleeding. Lucy sat in another ambulance down the street while a young woman inspected her damaged arm. Although it still stung, Lucy wasn't paying attention to it. She was watching her home disintegrate right in front of her eyes.
Firefighters were still swarming around, trying to control the blaze as it spread. Kevin, who had gone to ask his fellow police officers if they had any more information, approached his wife, noticing how her gaze never left the porch still intact.
"I'm just expecting them to come running out of there," she told him not releasing her gaze, her eyes pleading for the sight she wished to see.
"I know, Luce. Trust me, I know," Kevin replied as the porch too caught his eye. They watched as firefighters entered the burning building, Lucy cringing ever now and then as the paramedic treated her arm. Kevin sighed slightly. If people could still go in, people could still come out.
He knew the enemy all too well. It had taken Jack Kinkirk, his father, when Kevin was at the fragile age of thirteen. He remembered the call from his father's chief, telling them to news. He remembered his mother dropping the phone to the tile kitchen floor, tears welling up in her eyes. Although the family always knew Jack Kinkirk's job was dangerous, never had they imagined it would take him away from them forever. That had been a rough year for the family, but they finally moved on. Kevin's mom had remarried soon after Kevin and Lucy's wedding. Ben was, well, Ben, and Patty-Mary was doing well in school. But every now and then, Kevin thought about his father, feeling as though he was watching over him and his wife. As Kevin stared at the flames, he said a short prayer asking his father to protect his loved ones.
Then his prayers were answered.
Emerging from the burning house, two firemen carrying an older blonde woman stepped down the wooden porch steps followed by an older man.
"Dad!" Lucy yelled, standing up, but immediately taking back her seat as she realized how dizzy she felt.
As she placed her hand against her forehead, Kevin asked, worried, "You ok?"
"Yea," she replied looking up at him. "I guess I stood up a little too fast."
Eric slowly made his way toward the couple as firemen carried Annie to a separate ambulance.
"Lucy! Thank God," he whispered out of breath as he leaned over to give her a hug. She wrapped her arm tightly around her father's neck and gave him a peck on the cheek. Grateful for the safe return of her father, Lucy felt tears stream down her flushed, hot face. After they released, Eric and Kevin shared a quick hug, slapping each other on the back.
"Is Mom ok?" Lucy asked, the burden again falling onto her shoulders.
"I don't know, Luce. She fainted right in front of me," he said weakly, his face pale. Eric took a step back against the curb, searching along the line of red trucks. "Where are Ruthie and the boys?"
"Ruthie's in the other ambulance, but the boys," Kevin's voice faded.
Eric glanced back up at the charred house, a look of fear wiped across his face. His sons were still inside. His four-year-old sons were still inside.
"Go see Ruthie, Dad," Lucy insisted trying to keep his thoughts and her own on something positive. As Eric took her advice, Kevin walked around the house. The fire was everywhere. Every window and door had flames bursting out of it. If the boys were indeed still inside, he didn't see much hope of the getting out.
~~~
Meanwhile,
"Passengers, please buckle your seatbelts. We should begin our descent into GlenOak within the next 15 minutes," the stewardess's voice rang over the loud speaker.
"Finally," Mary Ponce moaned, latching the buckle around her waist.
"What? The flight wasn't that bad," her husband, Carlos asked, overhearing her comment.
"I had nothing to do," she complained. "I wasn't serving complaining flyers, cleaning up trash, or juggling food trays as the plane flew into turbulence. I was bored."
"Well, at least, we're here," Matt Camden said from the seat behind the couple.
"Yea, I was worried the snow in Colorado would cause a delay, and we wouldn't be home for Christmas," Sarah added, seated next to her husband.
After the plane had landed and their entire luggage was collected, the four rented a rental car from the airport and began their long drive home.
"Oh no," Matt commented from the driver's seat as he heard sirens going off. "I hate hearing these horror stories about Christmas fire and accidents."
"I know. It's so depressing," Sarah replied leaning back against her seat.
"Ahh, Matt? This isn't just anybody's horror story." Mary replied, fear creeping into her voice. She had spotting the trucks and bright lights down the street. "It's ours."
A/N: I am slowly bringing this part of the story to a close. There is more. We still have to get Simon and Caitlin in there, and a few other things. You'll see. Oh and I am going to make my English teacher happy because I used DRAMATIC IRONY in this chapter. Go me! And if you don't know what it is, too bad. Anyways, I will write more later. Reviews please!~~
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Caitlin!
Chapter 5: Waiting
Ruthie watched as blasts of water fell upon her burning house. A paramedic was slowly wrapping Ruthie's leg, trying to contain the intense bleeding. Lucy sat in another ambulance down the street while a young woman inspected her damaged arm. Although it still stung, Lucy wasn't paying attention to it. She was watching her home disintegrate right in front of her eyes.
Firefighters were still swarming around, trying to control the blaze as it spread. Kevin, who had gone to ask his fellow police officers if they had any more information, approached his wife, noticing how her gaze never left the porch still intact.
"I'm just expecting them to come running out of there," she told him not releasing her gaze, her eyes pleading for the sight she wished to see.
"I know, Luce. Trust me, I know," Kevin replied as the porch too caught his eye. They watched as firefighters entered the burning building, Lucy cringing ever now and then as the paramedic treated her arm. Kevin sighed slightly. If people could still go in, people could still come out.
He knew the enemy all too well. It had taken Jack Kinkirk, his father, when Kevin was at the fragile age of thirteen. He remembered the call from his father's chief, telling them to news. He remembered his mother dropping the phone to the tile kitchen floor, tears welling up in her eyes. Although the family always knew Jack Kinkirk's job was dangerous, never had they imagined it would take him away from them forever. That had been a rough year for the family, but they finally moved on. Kevin's mom had remarried soon after Kevin and Lucy's wedding. Ben was, well, Ben, and Patty-Mary was doing well in school. But every now and then, Kevin thought about his father, feeling as though he was watching over him and his wife. As Kevin stared at the flames, he said a short prayer asking his father to protect his loved ones.
Then his prayers were answered.
Emerging from the burning house, two firemen carrying an older blonde woman stepped down the wooden porch steps followed by an older man.
"Dad!" Lucy yelled, standing up, but immediately taking back her seat as she realized how dizzy she felt.
As she placed her hand against her forehead, Kevin asked, worried, "You ok?"
"Yea," she replied looking up at him. "I guess I stood up a little too fast."
Eric slowly made his way toward the couple as firemen carried Annie to a separate ambulance.
"Lucy! Thank God," he whispered out of breath as he leaned over to give her a hug. She wrapped her arm tightly around her father's neck and gave him a peck on the cheek. Grateful for the safe return of her father, Lucy felt tears stream down her flushed, hot face. After they released, Eric and Kevin shared a quick hug, slapping each other on the back.
"Is Mom ok?" Lucy asked, the burden again falling onto her shoulders.
"I don't know, Luce. She fainted right in front of me," he said weakly, his face pale. Eric took a step back against the curb, searching along the line of red trucks. "Where are Ruthie and the boys?"
"Ruthie's in the other ambulance, but the boys," Kevin's voice faded.
Eric glanced back up at the charred house, a look of fear wiped across his face. His sons were still inside. His four-year-old sons were still inside.
"Go see Ruthie, Dad," Lucy insisted trying to keep his thoughts and her own on something positive. As Eric took her advice, Kevin walked around the house. The fire was everywhere. Every window and door had flames bursting out of it. If the boys were indeed still inside, he didn't see much hope of the getting out.
~~~
Meanwhile,
"Passengers, please buckle your seatbelts. We should begin our descent into GlenOak within the next 15 minutes," the stewardess's voice rang over the loud speaker.
"Finally," Mary Ponce moaned, latching the buckle around her waist.
"What? The flight wasn't that bad," her husband, Carlos asked, overhearing her comment.
"I had nothing to do," she complained. "I wasn't serving complaining flyers, cleaning up trash, or juggling food trays as the plane flew into turbulence. I was bored."
"Well, at least, we're here," Matt Camden said from the seat behind the couple.
"Yea, I was worried the snow in Colorado would cause a delay, and we wouldn't be home for Christmas," Sarah added, seated next to her husband.
After the plane had landed and their entire luggage was collected, the four rented a rental car from the airport and began their long drive home.
"Oh no," Matt commented from the driver's seat as he heard sirens going off. "I hate hearing these horror stories about Christmas fire and accidents."
"I know. It's so depressing," Sarah replied leaning back against her seat.
"Ahh, Matt? This isn't just anybody's horror story." Mary replied, fear creeping into her voice. She had spotting the trucks and bright lights down the street. "It's ours."
A/N: I am slowly bringing this part of the story to a close. There is more. We still have to get Simon and Caitlin in there, and a few other things. You'll see. Oh and I am going to make my English teacher happy because I used DRAMATIC IRONY in this chapter. Go me! And if you don't know what it is, too bad. Anyways, I will write more later. Reviews please!~~