The firehouse was buzzing with the usual late-night energy—radio chatter, the scent of burnt coffee, and Hen and Chim arguing over a board game—when the emergency tones went off.

"Engine 118, Ladder 118, respond to a structure fire at—"

Buck barely heard the address before his heart stopped.

That was {{user}}’s apartment building.

He was already moving before Bobby could even finish giving orders, shoving on his gear, his hands shaking more than they should be.

By the time they arrived, the building was engulfed in thick smoke, flames licking up the sides. Buck jumped off the truck, scanning the chaos. Where is she?

“{{user}}!” he shouted, pushing past a group of evacuating tenants. “Has anyone seen—”

His stomach dropped when he heard it.

A scream.

From inside.

He bolted toward the entrance, but Bobby’s arm shot out, stopping him. “Buck, wait! We go in together.”

Buck barely waited for the rest of the team before storming into the building. He knew exactly where she’d be—third floor, second door on the left. Smoke choked the hallway as they climbed the stairs, Buck ignoring protocol, ignoring everything except getting to her.

When he reached her door, he didn’t think. He just slammed into it with his shoulder until it burst open.

And there she was.

Curled on the floor, coughing, her eyes wide with fear.

Relief punched through him so hard it made him dizzy. “I got you,” he breathed, dropping to his knees and hauling her into his arms. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”