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Characters: Wes x Odette - @odette-abbott
Location: Family Video Arcade
He knew the town was probably on edge after everything that had happened at the lake. With all the chaos and tension in the air, a little sunshine, a bit of positivity, was needed. His thoughts turned to Odette; he liked checking in on her at the commune. So, he left a note asking her to meet him at the arcade, hoping she'd be up for some games. When he spotted her walking in, he smiled. "I'm glad you came," he said warmly. "How about a day of fun?" he asked, gesturing towards the arcade.
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Love You | Chapter Seven
Summary: A chance encounter has all the makings of a lifetime love.
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WC: ~1k
Warning(s): mention of blood, mild language
It only took a day before Kelly could no longer hold off on calling Odette. He ran out of excuses as to why he shouldn’t in the first place. In the end, he decided that none of the reasons mattered because he enjoyed the time he spent with her and there was absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to continue starting something with her. It wasn’t too late into the night where he thought she’d be sleeping but late enough that he winced when he glanced at the time.
Still, she answered, albeit with a breathier voice than he was used to.
“Hey babe, you okay?” He asked, his mind already on high alert. He foresaw that even if he wasn’t sitting in his CFD office quarters right now, the first responder instinct would never leave him.
There was a pause before she spoke and he sat up straighter the moment he caught it.
“Y-yeah, I’m okay,” she coughed and elicited a stronger voice within herself as she continued, “How’s your shift going so far?”
Kelly frowned, but decided in the moment, to answer her question instead of pushing her, “Uh, it’s fine. We don’t use the Q word around here, so I’ll settle for calling it ‘calm.’”
Odette chuckled, “Well, when you’re done with your calm shift, how do you feel about breakfast tomorrow? Almond croissants and hot chocolate are calling my name.”
“That can be arranged,” Kelly smirked into the phone. He himself had called to ask her out on a breakfast date tomorrow morning. “You really know how to beat a guy to the punch.”
“It’s a talent,” It’s almost like he could hear her smile through the phone as she joked with him.
“How was your day?” He inquired. Sounding farther away from the phone, he heard her intake of breath and the doubt that was slowly dripping out of his body had rushed back in. “‘Dette, is there something wrong?”
“No,” she immediately answered, “No, not really. I mean, it kind of is. But also kind of not. And it’s under control so nothing to worry about.” She rambled hurriedly and almost incoherently, which only further worried him despite her assuaging words.
“Hey,” he interrupted her, “Talk to me.”
“Well-” she started. Whatever words she was about to say got drowned out by the blaring alarms calling for Squad 3 and the other fire companies of House 51. Kelly’s groan was almost something of a growl.
“It’s okay,” she soothed, “We’ll talk later. And you’ll see for yourself tomorrow that I’m really okay.”
Kelly was already up and out of his quarters as they bid their goodbyes.
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Odette sighed a mix of relief and discomfort as she hung up the phone from Kelly. The scalp wound on her head was still dripping with blood even with all the multiple times she had softly dabbed it. The bleeding not stopping after thirty seconds was enough to cause alarm, but her call with Kelly had been a distracted detour from getting her things together to head into the ED.
She was woozy now and knew it’d be irresponsible to drive herself. With the meddling yet well-meaning neighbors she had, she didn’t even need to ask for the older couple to take her to the ED as the wife had all but forced her into her car while the husband stayed back at her house to survey and attempt to fix some of the damage from her now broken window.
Odette wasn’t entirely sure how a tennis ball had landed itself through her living room window, but she was more focused on the bad luck she had to have been standing right near her bookshelf when it burst through the glass. One of the shards had slashed right where her hairline met her forehead on the side of her face along with several other smaller, more superficial cuts on her arms from when she had blocked her face from the damage.
She sat back in the passenger seat of her neighbor’s car and decided to silently let her neighbor fuss over her instead of insisting she was okay. Doing anything more took too much energy from her and she was already fading fast the longer she reclined against the seat. Her neighbor’s voice became a muffled noise and she could just barely suss out the sounds of nearby ambulance sirens and lights emanating from the hospital’s ED bay.
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When Kelly finally got settled back into his officer quarters, it was after midnight. Odette would more than likely have been asleep by now, but he was still tempted to call her back and pry an explanation out of her. Something felt wrong from their last interaction and he couldn’t shake the feeling.
There was a knock on his office door and Dawson poked her head in precariously.
“What’s up?” he asked. The hesitance on her face gave him pause.
“Brett and I just got back from taking the last of the fire victims to Med. Some woman had brought in Odette, that girl you’ve been seeing, with a major head lac.”
Kelly was back out of his chair instantly, “What?!” Almost asleep voices from outside in the bunkroom murmured irritatedly at him. “I just got off the phone with her. What the hell happened?”
“I don’t know,” Gabby shrugged, “She was literally brought in just as we were leaving. I told Will that we knew her and asked if he could give us an update when he could… It was a lot going on. She looked barely conscious.”
Kelly shook his head, not content with waiting to hear what happened. Instinctually, Gabby backed up as he exited his quarters. Unaware and uncaring of what attention he was drawing to himself, he stalked straight to Boden’s office, who was getting ready to take a nap on his sofa.
“Chief, I’ve got an emergency. I need to step out. Can you have Cruz cover for me?”
If there was anything following the confused and alarmed nod of his battalion chief’s, he hadn’t taken stock.
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closed starter for: @ccmpletemess
muses: rafe x odette
location: rafe's house
lifting carmen out of her carseat, odette walked to the front door hand-in-hand with her daughter. carmen danced absentmindedly until rafe appeared, causing dottie to smile widely. "hi rafe, first of all, i can't wait to hear about your week - second of all - your daughter got in trouble for swearing at school today," she signed. "they asked me who she learned it from but it wasn't in sign, so..." raising her hands as a way of trailing of her sentence, odette laughed, smiling at the two with a lifted eyebrow.
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