DISCLAIMER: Obviously, this is only fanfiction. I don't own any of the characters. If I did, I would be rich and lounging on a tropical island somewhere. Tessa, however is mine.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Please feel free to read and review. I'll TRY my best to refrain from begging. This is more of an intro than a first chapter. I love Sully and Ty, but there will be other characters involved as well.
John Sullivan watched as a petite woman fought against the wind to get inside the shelter of the station. As she reached for the door, her hand faltered, pausing as if sensing someone was watching her. The bitter November air whipped around her body, nearly stripping her unzipped jacket off in the process. Seeing her again, instantly stripped years away from him. Flashbacks of his own mistakes came flooding back into his memory at a staggering pace. Sully was willing to bet money that was the same face from the pictures. Much older now, but the similarities were unnerving.
The door opened and she stepped inside, hands smoothing her wind blown hair as she glanced around. A strong gust whistled through the door before she managed to push it closed, its icy fingers causing his skin to erupt in goose flesh. Sully closed his eyes, wondering if could really be the same face after all these years. If so, why the hell was she here? Why now?
She shivered, wrapping her coat firmly around her slender frame. A small smile spread across her face as a "homey" smell tantalized her nostrils. Her full lips spread into a more welcoming smile as she took a few steps toward the officer in front of her. Then, her tracks stopped dead, her heart skipping a beat or two in apprehension. Could she really go through with this? She had warred with herself for years after her mother's passing. There was no one else left. No one else to answer the burning questions that kept her laying awake in bed at night.
The sheer size of the man staring at her was enough to intimidate her and for a moment, Tessa was tempted to turn heel and run. The silence that hung in the air was heavy and not eased by the hustle of people around them in the station, the droning murmur of voices, or the persistent ringing of the phones. She sucked her cheeks in and chewed nervously on her lower lip. He offered a smile that was obviously forced, his dark brown eyes full of scrutiny as he peered down at her.
"Can I help you, Miss?" Sully asked after the young woman glanced around nervously and shot a helpless look in his direction.
She took a deep breath and nodded, wringing her hands. "I'm looking for someone. I was told he worked here at the 55th. Do you have a Ty Davis here?"
Sully felt the confusion wash over his face, his eyebrows quirked and twisted as the words tumbled form his mouth. "He's getting ready to start his shift. What do you want with Ty?" He prayed his voice didn't sound nearly as accusatory and suspicious as it did from his end. Judging from the slight flinch and the tension taking over the woman's body, it definitely came out the way it sounded. "Ya got a name?" He asked, trying to buffer the blow a bit.
"He's not expecting me. I'm Tessa. Tessa Davis. I think that Ty is my brother." She stated, wrapping her worn jacket tightly around herself before heading back into the biting New York air. "I wanted to see him for myself, so I can just stop by later..." Her words trailed off and she watched in confusion as the large man quickly lumbered away from her.
Ty propped his long leg up, bracing it on the locker in front of him. He was just finishing lacing up his shoes when a familiar shadow fell over him. "Oh hey, Sully. I'm about done here, just give me a sec." Ty said, not bothering to look up.
"Yeah, its fine. Ugh, listen Ty. Before you go out there, I think there's something you should know." Sully stated, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his uniform.