A/N: Please see the longer A/N at the end…

Thanks to my wonderful beta LittleLea05 who is so fucking awesome that she beta'd this on her iPhone since we doesn't have internet at our new apartment yet and I am at work. Love you girl!

Disclaimer: Plot mine, everything else, Stephenie Meyer

The Captain and his Son

I once met a man, who was wearing red suspenders,

He was driving a big truck, with shiny red fenders,

He was sporting a pot belly, and a day old beard,

He was a hulk of a man, with a grin to be feared.

I just now met the son, of the man with the grin,

He was wearing a badge, made out of tin,

He was lithe; he was spry, and wore a warm smile,

He was full of good humor, eyes glistening with wile.

The son and his dad, were having a beer,

They invited me to sit, and give them a hear,

Of the tale they had to share, of what they had won,

That day before their job was all done.

The inferno had raged, the situation was dire,

The house was alive, with the red of the fire,

The devil was laughing, because he had in his grip,

The soul of a child, and a heart to evilly rip,

From the breast of the mother, who writhed in her fear,

Because she knew that her child's end was so near.

But the devil didn't count on the man with the grin,

Nor, did he consider, the badge made from tin,

Or the truck that was red, or the men that it brought,

That was his folly, for he really should have thought,

That men with grins, that other men fear,

Will douse the red devil, and brag over beer,

And men with badges, made out of tin,

Will stop at nothing, to prevent the sin

Of losing a child, and the mothers loving soul,

To an evil devil, who belongs in a deep hole.

They had beaten the devil, and his evil way,

They had faced the fear; they had saved the day,

They had won the battle, so others had said,

The fire was out, the devil was dead,

Their duty was done; their reports were all made,

By the Captain and his son, of the Fire Brigade.

By D.

Epilogue

Tyler POV

I could feel my mother's eyes boring into the back of my head as I sat in the hard plastic chair under the blazing heat. I was currently sitting in a group of about twenty other students dressed in their uniforms, my graduating class for the fire academy I had attended in sunny California. I was following in both my parents' footsteps; I wanted to be a firefighter just like them.

Even if it had been eighteen years since it happened, I'll never forget the day that my angel saved me. My mother, God bless her soul, is one of the most selfless people I have ever met. I don't even acknowledge the fact that she wasn't the one to give birth to me. That didn't matter. What mattered was the love she gave me, the home she provided and the guidance she offered to me in my life. I have no idea where I would be had they not opened their home and hearts to me.

"Please welcome to the stage the following graduates…" I heard Captain Wilts voice call out over the crowd. We all stood and walked in formation to the side of the podium waiting for our name to be called. I glanced over at the waiting crowd of families and I knew instantly that half the people there watching the ceremony were my family, my "fire family".

My parents stood there next to each other, Dad with his handy camera and Mom holding the hand of my littlest sibling. I have three siblings; an adopted sister Michelle who is two years younger than me. She was currently going to school to be a paramedic. She idolized the hell out of our aunt Rose. Michelle came into our lives when I was ten. She lost her family in a fire as well. Mom decided to be a foster parent to her when the organization she worked for received Michelle. The organization catered to helping the children of families lost in fires or other accidents get back up on their feet.

When I was 15 my parents finally got something that had been wishing to happen since I first got introduced into their lives. They got a child of their own. Mom and Dad went to some kind of fertility specialist who did some medical procedure I'd really rather not think about. Next thing I knew, Aunt Rose was carrying around a child she claimed was my parents. Surrogacy, she called it. At the time, I didn't want to think about what that all could mean, but now I was glad that my parents did that. My little brother, Kyle was born when I was sixteen and he looks every bit the same as both my parents.

Allison is my littlest sibling, she is only four years old and she was carried by Aunt Alice. It's amazing what family will do for one another. Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper and Aunt Rose and crazy Uncle Em; they were everything to me besides my parents. I can vaguely remember not really having any family, and blood doesn't mean anything when love was involved.

"Tyler Masen." I heard my named called and I quickly walked up the stairs, carefully watching my feet so I didn't embarrassingly trip. I shook the captain's hand and made my way back to my seat. I sat there staring at my name embossed on the certificate in front of me. I had completed my Firefighter I and II, my EMT and got a Bachelor of Science in Fire Behavior just like my Dad. Next week, I was starting at Engine 14 in Seattle as a probationary firefighter. It was weird interviewing for the job when my grandpop Carlisle, who was the deputy Chief now, was sitting on the other side of the table. Dad was the captain on Engine 17 now but eventually I wanted to end up there too. "Ladies and gentlemen, please help me in a round of applause for the graduating class of 2028 from the California Regional Fire Academy."

The End

A/N: First off, I am sorry to those I told that there were going to be more chapters after the last one and that this wasn't going to be the epilogue. I kinda lied. I realized after I wrote the last chapter that I set it up perfectly to be able to make this the epilogue. That wasn't the original plan. I had another 2-3 chapters planned; however, this story has become just a little too hard for me to write. Most of you know I am going through a divorce right now. This story, the firefighters, the love, is loosely based off of what I thought was my happily ever after with my own firefighter. Since that is not the case anymore, it has become a heartfail for me to continue this story. I hope I did it justice for all of you because if it wasn't for my amazing readers, I probably would have flounced finishing this story a long time ago. So THANK YOU, to all of you, that have stuck with me and been amazingly supportive.

On another note I am working on a new story; however, I am taking a break from writing/posting for a little while – until things settle down once again. I hope to see you all on my next story, so make sure you author alert me so you know when that is. And don't forget, you can always follow me on twitter (link is on my profile)

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