Prompt from creativepromptsforwriting: "Why? Why would you risk everything for just one person?" "You wouldn't understand."
It wasn't the first time, and if he survived this, it wouldn't be the last time.
Not the last time that he saved, he risked it all for a person deemed by society at large to not be 'worth it'.
It had been his way for as long as he could remember. Fight for the underdog. Fight for the little one. At first, that had meant his brothers. And fight for each and every one of them he did - whether it was school bullies or the system that would have torn their family apart had he been weaker, had he not fought to keep everything going.
His stint in the USAF was all about helping those who were in no position to help themselves, and that had led to months being tortured as a POW.
It didn't stop him wanting to help people. If anything, it spurred him on. So when his dad explained all about iR Scott had grabbed the opportunity immediately.
He'd saved some pretty awful people. Lemaire and Fischler - misguided repeat offenders who didn't understand how their actions nearly killed, not just them, but others around them.
But the worst was having to save the man that had killed his dad. As Grandma said, they don't judge, but that was hard. It was the only time he had hesitated to save a life.
Then having to save Fuse at the possible cost of his own life - there hadn't been a trace of hesitation. And it had paid off when Fuse, in turn, saved his.
This was no different.
Scott lay there, left shoulder completely dislocated and possibly broken, cut and bleeding all over - but she was safe. She might be scolding him, disbelief that he came for her written all over his face, but he had no regrets. Burning building aside, exploding canisters and metal poles through his right hip aside, he'd done what he would always do.
Save the girl.
After all, maybe Havoc would one day repay the favour.