The 118 had always been a family. Always would be. In any family, when a new member would come in, it took a while for everyone to get used to the new presence. Eddie especially. His demeanor seemed to always be cold, unwavering in that regard. He could be sweet, but never in the most out front sort of way.

You were the new probie, hand picked by Bobby out of the academy. His reasoning of course, to bring some new life to the 118. Buck giving you the full probie initiation, chainsaw and all. Eddie and everyone else simply watching from afar.

It was late and you were polishing the last fire engine. Eddie fresh out of the gym. His demeanor once again cold. Shooting you daggers from across the firehouse.