I wish I could have said that my fatal flaw is courage, I mean, how cool would it have been to die in a fire trying to save someone's life? Or my fatal flaw being pride, that I am so proud of my reputation that I would die to uphold it. But no, my fatal flaw had to be stubbornness.

12 hours ago

"Okay, Eren, I have spoken to my boss at the firehouse down the street and he said that you are way too qualified for the job. He said that if you were to join our house, then you would be paid as much as everyone else. If that is alright with you, then he would love to have you join the squad. Usually there is a lengthy process involved in joining the squad, but with your credentials and the mass influx of fires recently, we need all the help we can get," Mikasa says as she sits across from me at the breakfast bar.

I sit and munch on my second slice of toast while filling out all the forms that she gave me when she came in from the night shift at the house. There was still a faint soot smudge on her left cheek and she smelt of smoke, not that that ever comes out anyway. I nod my head now and then as she describes the fires that she had to battle the night before. Arsons, she said right off the bat when she walked through the apartment doors at six am.

Who the hell is awake at six in the morning? Well old people, school goers and jetlagged firemen who are home for the first time in eight years. Take into account that I came home three days ago and had to walk to the apartment from the airport because both my siblings had been out on a call and you get a pretty cranky me in exchange.

"So, when do I start?" I ask my sister after she had at least eaten half her cereal, since she looks pretty hungry and I don't want to piss her off too soon in my stay.

"Oh, you go and hand in those forms at about ten this morning and then Major will give you a tour," she says nonchalantly.

"Why do you call your captain 'Major'?" I ask.

She gives a huff of irritation, but a smirk tugs at her lips in a way that makes me fear for my life.

"It's an inside joke," she says once she had swallowed.

I sigh and leave it at that.

Now

The building that we were in was old as time, the flames licking at the wooden walls and the thick black smoke billowing out the windows. I had been partnered with Mikasa, simply because 'Major' wanted to see how I handled joining a new group of fighters.

My uniform is a little too big for me and it feels heavier than I remembered them ever being in London.

"Eyewitnesses say that three people entered this building earlier this evening, so we have to get them out before we can hose the place," Mikasa says into out helmet coms.

"And it is our job to search the west side of the building," I say as I sweep the flash light back and forth through the smoke. "Is anybody there? Call out if you can hear me," I yell out into the darkness.

"Very good, Eren, your voice is loud and clear," I hear Major say over the com. "Do either of you see anything?" he asks.

"No," Mikasa says as she swings the torch light to the right.

"Negative," I say as I sweep the torch light to the left.

"Found one; barely breathing, female, eastern wall, very close to the exit," Connie says over the com.

"Copy that,"

"Found another; this one is at the southern window, male, he's out cold, looks like a blow to the head. We need a stretcher on this side," Jean confirms.

"Make that three; also male, also southern window and he is not breathing," Marco calls out over the com.

"Alright, everyone out of there so that we can get the water going," Major orders.

Mikasa does one last sweep to the right with her high powered torch before she turns and moves back to the entrance. I, on the other hand, feel as though I am missing something very important and there is that irritating nagging feeling at the back of my mind.

I don't walk back the way I came in, instead I venture into the smoke while keeping an eye out for anything out of place as well as keeping an eye on Mikasa's torch light.

"Eren, what are you doing? We need to get out of here," Mikasa calls.

"Something is off here, we are missing something," I say as I scan the floor.

"Eren, this isn't the time for one of your hunches. We need to leave. Now!"

"I know, I know, but something doesn't feel right here and- oh my go-" I say and it feels as though all the air has been sucked out of my lungs.

"What? What is it?" Mikasa asks as her torchlight swings around towards me.

"There's another person," I say as I hurry over to the bundle on the floor. The flames aren't anywhere near him but the smoke here is particularly thick. I shine the light in his face and I gasp slightly. The man was definitely beautiful, with high cheek bones and strong jaw line and his jet black hair cropped short at the sides with a long fringe. Military style cut? Damn, that is really-

Whoosh.

The sound of fire eating at the roof snaps me back to reality. I lean over the unconscious man, who happens to be smaller than I am, and prepare him for a fireman lift, except I can't lift him off the ground.

"For such a small guy, you are really heavy," I say as Mikasa makes her way over to me.

"Here, I'll help you with that," she says as she steps forward and helps me to roll him on to his stomach.

"Holy s-"

"Oh my g-"

"What is it? What is going on?" General cries frantically over the com.

"Major, you had better call the Protector ER, because we have an angel," Mikasa declares.
"How are we going to lift him?" she asks me.

"You take his wings, keep them as folded as possible, while I lift him," I say instantly, even though I'm squealing inside like a teenage fangirl. I'm touching an angel…

"Got it," she confirms. My foster sister may look small, but she is the only woman on the squad and she can carry up to two times her body weight.

Now that we have a strategy, and some help, Mikasa and I are able to lift the unconscious angel, even though he is far heavier than you could even imagine.

By the time Mikasa and I exit the building, we are both panting heavily under the strain and covered in so much sweat that it feel like we went for a swim and brought the pool back with us.

Two angels are waiting outside for us and quickly relieve us of the weight. "We thank you for your assistance," they deadpan before zooming the unconscious creature off to a waiting ambulance.

"Nice save, Jeager," the Major says as he slaps me on the shoulder. "However, disobey a direct order again and I will have to take you off the squad," he growls.

"Yes, sir,"

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