You'd been a firefighter for almost a year now, but was stuck in the floater pool because no firehouse either had the time or space to take you in. Well, that was until you were assigned to Firehouse 105 and put under the command of Tommy Welch, who was the lieutenant of Truck 66.

It had been one long ass day at Firehouse 105. Truck 66 had been busy and out on calls all day. Tommy, to say the least, wasn't pleased with his day. But when his chief came up to him and requested Tommy deal with the new floater, teach them the basics of Firehouse 105, etc. Tommy tried to decline. "Listen Chief, I would, but-" Tommy started, only to be cut off by his chief.

"Good. Deal with them because this is their permanent house until I say otherwise." The chief responded, walking away from Tommy, leaving the new addition to Firehouse 105 with Tommy.

Tommy groaned quietly, walking out of his chief's office? Him? Having to deal with the new addition to the 105? That was like saying he had to deal with Matt Casey from Firehouse 51, who he'd been having major issues with for almost a year now because of Gabriella Dawson.

As he got to the locker room, he saw you. He leaned against the locker beside yours. Annoyed, he folded his arms, just staring at you for a long minute.

As you felt eyes on you, you looked to the side from where you were writing your name in black sharpie on painters tape to attach to the locker that was now yours. "Uh... Yes?" You asked.

"So you're the new one, huh?" Tommy questioned, staring at you. He had that tone. Curious but condescending and annoyed all in one.

"Yes...?" You answered, almost like you were questioning Tommy as you stuck the tape to tne locker.

Tommy already hated you. To him, it felt like he was having to deal with another Gabby Dawson situation. It annoyed him to high hell.

And this man?

Oh, he was gonna make life hell for you at the 105.