PROMPT: Beca is a firefighter and badly injured from a building explosion. Aubrey, a paramedic, saves her life.
Beca panted heavily as she ran up the creaking stairs of the burning house. 'Who's idea was it to have a wood burning fire in an centuries old house anyway' she wondered as she made it to the first floor and took in the next flight of stairs that she would have to climb.
After managing to help Jesse pull an unconscious couple from the building the woman had woken suddenly and began screaming for her baby Harold.
Beca quickly sprung into action, lifting her bulky helmet onto her head and lowering the visor, before she quickly ran back into the building leaving Jesse to tend to the pair until the paramedics arrived.
"Hello! Is anyone up there?" Beca called into the dense smoke that covered the second floor. No reply.
"Fuck!" she ground out when she recalled the women screaming about the second floor. "Really? A wood burning fire on the second floor!" Beca grumbled to herself as she adjusted her heavy oxygen canisters on her back.
Making up her mind she decided waiting for the others could take too long. Judging by the amount of smoke coming from the next floor the baby would probably suffocate by the time they got up here.
Beca carefully made her way up the stairs knowing that at any moment the aged floorboards could snap.
"Harold!" she called as she made her way through the building hoping that the baby was conscious enough to hear her and cry out. It seemed she would have no luck today.
Beca flicked on her torch and attempted to find her way through to the baby's bedroom.
Opposite the stairs was an open door that led into what looked like a master bedroom next to that was a bathroom and to the left of the stairs was a shut door. Underneath the doorframe the room was glowing red, it seemed she'd located the fire.
She quickly checked the master bedroom assuming that the baby wouldn't be in there but choosing to check anyway. All she found was a bunch of tacky souvenirs from Las Vegas.
"Harold!" Beca sighed as the lack of response.
She quickly exited the smoke filled room and checked the other bathroom on the landing before going to the final room. Preparing herself to jump backwards she yanked open the door.
As she opened the door a blast of heat hit her straight in the face and she was pretty sure that if she hadn't worn her visor her face would have melted off. Maybe a slight exaggeration but still.
"Shit!" Beca swore as she stood in the door, the entire room was ablaze and she only make out the edges of what looked like a desk. The chances of Harold being alive were slim.
Just as Beca prepared to brace the flames the pattering of tiny feet on the floor chimed in her ears and out ran a tiny Chihuahua.
"Harold?" she asked as the ugly little thing tilted its head at her. The dog barked in reply and Beca almost threw herself in the flames. Had that woman seriously been screaming over this mutt.
"Come here" she growled as she moved to grab the dog only to have him run straight between her legs and into the master bedroom.
"Oh for fucks sake!" she shouted as she quickly went after the mutt. Might as well save something during this trip.
Just as Beca skidded into the bedroom she spotted a fluffy white tile making its way under the bed. She quickly got down onto her hands and knees as she stretched one arm under the bed grasping for the dog.
After a few moments of struggle Beca had finally grabbed Harold and now also had a few new bite marks on her hand to match. She held the chihuahua close to her chest as it whined and stuggled.
"Let's get out of here you little piece of sh-" Beca's muttering was interrupted by the sound of the building making a loud groan. She get both herself and Harold still at the sound until a thunderous crash echoed through the entire building.
Beca quickly stumbled out of the master bedroom attempting to keep her balance in the shaking building.
"Well this is just brilliant" Beca mumbled at the sight in front of her. The fire had managed to escape the other room and now the entire staircase was on fire. Beca glanced up and noticed the fire was close to catching onto the wooden beams that supported the ceiling, the thing was close to coming down.
Beca paused as she felt Harold turn to her and whine petulantly. She turned to glare at him.
"This is all your fault."
Beca moved back into the master bedroom and pushed up the sliding window with one hand whilst the other was clamped down on Harold.
"Jesse, Jesse!" she yelled from the window at the group of firefighters and the large crowd of onlookers that had somehow appeared.
Beca sighed in relief when one of the crowd spotted her and they all began to yell at her colleagues, many of them pointing up at the window.
She was pretty sure she heard the woman from earlier shriek "My baby!".
Beca watched as the crew quickly rallied to pull out the safety net. When they had managed to line it up with the bottom of the window Beca held out Harold and with more than a little satisfaction dropped him.
Waiting until Jesse gave her the thumbs up signal once they had removed Harold, Beca prepared to jump.
What she wasn't prepared for was a loud bang from behind her.
She felt an intense heat across her back and a strong cloud of dust pushed her forwards and out of the window. The searing pain on her back was the familiar sting of burns. Luckily Beca had experience with burns so she knew is was most likely only first degree.
The tiny firefighter landed with a thump on her back in the net and could see the top floor of the building collapse from where she was laying. 'At least the collapse put out the fire' Beca thought.
"Well that was pointless" she commented as she looked up to see the faces of her crew members looking down at her with worry.
Jesse held a hand out to her and she took it. He hauled her up and checked she was alright before her started to yell.
"Are you serious? You ran in there without waiting for backup and almost got yourself killed for what? An ugly dog?" he scolded as he smacked her lightly over the head. Beca was pretty sure she heard the woman from earlier gasp at his description of Harold.
"Well in my defence I thought Harold was human. Who the fuck calls their dog Harold anyway?" Another gasp.
"Who calls their baby Harold?" Jesse retorts and Beca has to hand it to him, he's not wrong. "You know what, go see a paramedic. We'll talk about this later" he promises as he jumps in the firetruck where everyone else is already seated.
"Oh and find your own ride back to the station" he adds and Beca chooses not to argue because he seems pretty mad at the moment.
As Beca nears the ambulance where the dog fanatic is being treated she finds that both paramedics are busy treating the dog fanatics.
"That was some rescue you managed there" an amused voice called from behind her causing Beca to swivel around.
She was met with another paramedic. Unlike the other two who were both at least forty, this one was probably around Beca's age and she was beautiful. Her long blonde her was tied up in a ponytail but parts of her fringe were escaping into her eyes.
"Thanks, probably didn't end up as heroic as it looked in my head" Beca joked as she scratched the back of her neck nervously.
"Oh no, watching you run into a burning building only to fall out minutes later with a fluffy white chihuahua was the most inspiring thing I've ever seen". The blondes eyes twinkle mischievously as she teases Beca.
"Well when you say it like that it does sound pretty cool" Beca smiles crookedly as she gazes up at the blonde paramedic.
"You know what isn't 'cool'" the blonde says with finger quotes around the word that make Beca's face tinge pink, luckily she can pin it on being in a burning building a few minutes ago. "The sting you'll be feeling tomorrow if we don't treat those burns. Sit" she adds as she points to the empty bed in the ambulance.
Beca obeys the command and takes off the helmet she had forgotten to remove. As she tries to flatten her now messy hair the paramedic searches through her massive first aid kit.
When the paramedic turns Beca catches a glimpse of her name tag which sports the name 'posen' in bright green lettering.
"Let's treat the burns on your back first" Posen raises an eyebrow expectantly when Beca nods but doesn't move.
"Oh, do you want me to take my stuff...off" Beca questions and then cringed at how stupid the question sounds.
Posen just raises an eyebrow further as a slow smirk appears on her face.
"It will be pretty difficult if you don't" the blonde says amusedly.
Beca just shrugs before removing her heavy out jacket and letting it drop to floor. She hesitates and locks eyes with Posen who arches her eyebrow coyly. Sighing Beca lifts the thin t-shirt she's wearing over her head as well. She's suddenly left standing in front of the blonde in just her bra.
Beca shivers as the cold. Posen notices and moves to shut the ambulance door leaving them completely isolated.
The firefighter then shifts past the blonde and lays on her front leaving her back exposed to the blonde.
"It looks to be nothing serious, only first degree but it still needs to be cleaned and you'll need some ointment" the blonde says as she presses a cold towel on one of Beca's burns without warning causing the brunette to let out a surprised hiss of pain.
"I didn't know big brace firefighters like you could feel pain" Beca could hear the teasing tone in her voice as she lifted the towel and placed it down on a different burn. She was kind of glad Posen was distracting her.
"We feel pain alright and right now this hurts like a bitch."
She smiled into the bed as Posen chuckled above her but the smile was quickly replaced by a wince when the towel was pressed down once again.
"Language. Aren't you supposed to set an example?" Posen chides.
"Why? Because my heroism Is admired by all?" Beca asks smugly.
"Don't get to up on yourself. You saved a chihuahua"
"A very annoying chihuahua. It takes a lot for someone to put aside their personal feelings and save someone they hate. I guess I have a higher moral standing than most people." That draws a loud snort which Beca can't help but grin at. She wants to be to turn and look at Posen's face while she laughs but is unable whilst the paramedic tends to her back.
"Sure, sure. I think we're all done with your back." Beca sits up once the towel is removed and grabs her t-shirt from the floor. As she places it back over her head she fails to notice the blonde paramedic eying her abs with less than a professional gaze.
"Now for your face." Posen says as she draws out a bottle of some orange coloured liquid and dabs it onto some cotton wool.
"Hey! Wait a minute, what's happened to my face?" Beca asks confused.
Posen doesn't answer and instead holds up a mirror from her first aid kit.
"Woah, that's going to be a cool scar" Beca exclaims at the small cut that spanned the space from Beca's right eyebrow to the middle of her forehead.
"It's not going to scar" Posen says as she brings the cotton wool up to Beca's forehead and presses it down on the cut causing Beca to whine in pain. "Though you probably need it. What with all the badass points you're losing" Posen says with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"That's not fair! I'm usually much cooler than this. It's hard to maintain in front of pretty women" Beca complains in her pain induced ramble.
Posen removes the cotton wool and stares unblinkingly at Beca.
It takes her a moment to realise why the blonde is staring at her and when she does Beca just winces more.
"Uh, I didn't mean that." Beca stumbles before her eyes widen more at Posen's unimpressed look "Not that you're not pretty though, you're beautiful. It's just-I just..." Beca sighs as she drops back onto the bed.
"Hey" she looks up and wonders how long it will take for Posen to slap her. "I think you're pretty too" the blonde smiles at Beca's shocked face.
"Oh, cool. Yeah that's cool" Beca thinks she succeeds in playing it off like she's not bothered. Judging by the amused look in Posen's eyes it didn't work. It's in that moment she realises she doesn't even know the blondes name.
"What's your name?" she blurts out into the silence that had fallen over them as Posen finished sterilising her cut. So this was the 'tact' her friends always said she lacked.
Posen gives her a strange look before answering. "Aubrey Posen, and you? Or should I just keep calling you firefighter?" she asks.
"Beca Mitchell" she answers as Aubrey drops the cotton wool in the bin and places a bandage over the cut.
"Well Beca Mitchell, would you like to go out to dinner with me some time?" Aubrey asks as she leans back and sits on the seat opposite the bed.
"As like a date?" Beca asks slowly wanting to confirm the details.
"Well I have seen you without your top on already" Aubrey winks and Beca chuckles. "Is that a yes?" Aubrey presses and Beca's pretty sure the blonde is anxious for her to answer.
"Sure, where should we go? Should I set a building on fire?" Beca jokes and Aubrey snorts whilst shaking her head. "I asked, so I plan. It's a surprise" Aubrey adds when Beca opens her mouth to ask.
"Fine, give me your number." Beca holds out her hand.
"She saves one chihuahua and now she's acting like she owns the place" Aubrey fake scoffs as she readily scribbles her number down and places it in Beca's hand "there you are your majesty" Aubrey mocks.
After Aubrey finishes checking Beca over for more injuries then they exit the back of the ambulance. Everyone else had already left and it looked like the other paramedics had taken the other ambulance back. Thankfully Harold and his doting 'parents' were gone. The only remaining people were a clean up crew who were tending to the remains of the building.
"So I guess this is goodbye" Beca grins as she balls the piece of paper Aubrey had given her tightly in her hand. Aubrey nods and places a quick peck on Beca's cheek. As she begins to leave she hears Aubrey call out from behind her.
"Wait, didn't you need a ride home?"
There's an old lady that strolls past my house every morning with a fugly little chihuahua called Harold, he's a dick.