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day twenty nine - fallen

notes: we’ve made it guys! Two months later than originally intended but we’re finally at the last chapter! Thank you all for the continued support as this febwhump saga became Marwhump and ultimately whumpril 😅

This chapter is taken from a current WIP of mine that will hopefully one day see the light of day. Enjoy!

read on AO3 or below

Firehouse 51 had been one of three stations that responded to a gas main explosion that caused a partial collapse of an apartment building. Fifty-one had been tasked with searching for and evacuating any remaining tenants while the other houses worked to extinguish the flames.

The damage was devastating, and Kelly knew, as he weaved through the debris in the hallways, there was no saving the building. It was going to be condemned if not demolished. There was a small silver lining—the explosion happened in the middle of a workday, meaning most of the tenants were at work or school. The few residents that were still in the building were elderly or retirees.

The only downside was, according to the building manager, they were scattered over different floors and a few were in the direct path of the explosion.

Severide was clearing a unit on the second floor, almost directly over the site of the explosion when he found a victim. The victim was elderly and had clearly been thrown by the shockwave. They were obviously injured but the rescue would be dangerous, even getting into the apartment would be dangerous. The structural integrity of the building was lacking in the undamaged parts of the complex but in the area directly affected by the explosion? It was abysmal. If he was going to save this victim, Kelly knew he had to work smart and work fast.

“Fire department! Can you hear me?” Kelly yelled.

The response was muffled, but Kelly could hear it clearly. “I’m here! I need help!”

“I hear you! I’m coming to get you!” Kelly yelled back then radioed Boden about the victim and requested assistance. Severide heard Cruz say he was on his way over the radio and he took that as his sign to enter the apartment.

Severide made his way over to the victim, an older man as he came to find out, and from first glance it was clear that Severide wouldn’t be able to get the victim out himself. The man, Victor as he introduced himself, had a piece of metal protruding from his abdomen. There was minimal blood loss which meant the metal was acting as a stopper, keeping him from possibly bleeding out.

The scene was too precarious to allow Gabby and Brett inside so Severide (and Cruz whenever he showed up) would have to find a way to get Victor outside without moving the metal in him.

“Hang in there Victor. I’m just waiting for my teammate and then we’ll get you out of here.”

Victor nodded and Kelly worked to get the remaining debris off and keep him calm.

Voices from the others filtered through the radio: information on the search, updates on extinguishing the fire, but more urgently, the call from Boden to evacuate the building—the building was unstable and they needed to get out.

The order came just as Cruz arrived at the door to the apartment. Severide stood up to call him over, but he never even got a chance to say the words. The floor gave way, taking Kelly and Victor with it.

—

Kelly was greeted with blinding pain in his head and led when he came to. He'd lost consciousness in the fall but didn't know how long he was out. It couldn’t have been too long as dust and debris were still settling around them. A cough, which quickly turned into a groan, from his left captured his attention. Kelly turned and saw Victor just a few feet away.

Their situation was bad, but the most alarming part of it was the rapidly growing bloodstain on Victor’s shirt. The metal shard had moved during their fall. Victor was bleeding out— he was dying.

Kelly moved to crawl over to him but was stopped short by the blinding pain in his leg. He bit back a scream, and it took several shuddering breaths before Kelly steeled himself enough to continue the agonizing crawl forward.

Time felt like it was standing still as Kelly slowly inched closer to Victor, but he eventually made it to the other man’s side. Victor’s eyes were closed, screwed shut in pain, and his chest was moving, signaling he was still alive. As Severide’s eyes focused on the blood stain on Victor’s shirt, and the dark pool growing around them, he knew there was a very real possibility Victor wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“Victor? You with me?” Kelly asked, rubbing a fist roughly on the other man’s sternum. He only stopped when he heard the man groan. “Come on Victor, open your eyes.”

It took a few minutes, but Victor was finally able to open his eyes. He turned his attention to Kelly. “What happened?”

“The floor gave out on us,” Kelly answered distractedly as he grabbed a nearby piece of cloth and pressed it hard against Victor’s wound. At Victor’s pained yell, Severide pressed a little harder. “Sorry but the fall caused the shard to move. You’re bleeding pretty badly.”

Victor moved his head slightly and saw the blood. He groaned. “I haven’t seen that much blood since ‘Nam.”

“Hey! Victor! Help’s on the way so you gotta stay with me.” Kelly yelled as Victor’s eyes closed again. “Keep talking. Tell me about the Army?”

“Marines. Got a medical discharge after my unit ended up on the wrong side of an ambush.” Victor was quiet, thoughtful, for a moment. “I lost some good friends that day.”

Kelly was the one quiet this time. He knew loss like that as well. “I’m sorry to hear that. And I know you probably hear this all the time, but thank you for your service.”

Victor hummed in acknowledgment and Kelly could see him fading. Still holding pressure on Victor’s wound, Kelly looked around, almost praying for his team to appear and save them. When they didn’t, Kelly pressed harder. “Come on Victor… How’d you end up in the Marines? Family business?”

“Far from it,” Victor huffed out a laugh. “My old man wanted me to follow in his footsteps, groomed me from birth to take over one day. I tried it and it was fine….I was good at it but it wasn’t enough. You know? I wanted to do more, to be more.”

“One of my buddies enlisted and I decided to join him. Pops was mad—boy I’ve never seen him so angry. Everything I’d ever known, my family, my friends, my future, it was all up in the air but joining up was the best decision I ever made. I made my own path. I fought in two wars and I lost a lot, don’t get me wrong, but I found myself and a lot more along the way.”

Kelly didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything, he just listened. Victor’s story was hitting him harder than the man could’ve known.

Victor kept talking but it was clear he was losing the fight. Kelly tried to keep him conscious and added more pressure to the wound, but the bleeding didn’t stop.

Victor’s eyes closed for the last time just moments before the rest of 51 made it through the rubble to rescue them.

#timezone reblog

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day twenty nine - fallen

notes: we’ve made it guys! Two months later than originally intended but we’re finally at the last chapter! Thank you all for the continued support as this febwhump saga became Marwhump and ultimately whumpril 😅

This chapter is taken from a current WIP of mine that will hopefully one day see the light of day. Enjoy!

read on AO3 or below

Firehouse 51 had been one of three stations that responded to a gas main explosion that caused a partial collapse of an apartment building. Fifty-one had been tasked with searching for and evacuating any remaining tenants while the other houses worked to extinguish the flames.

The damage was devastating, and Kelly knew, as he weaved through the debris in the hallways, there was no saving the building. It was going to be condemned if not demolished. There was a small silver lining—the explosion happened in the middle of a workday, meaning most of the tenants were at work or school. The few residents that were still in the building were elderly or retirees.

The only downside was, according to the building manager, they were scattered over different floors and a few were in the direct path of the explosion.

Severide was clearing a unit on the second floor, almost directly over the site of the explosion when he found a victim. The victim was elderly and had clearly been thrown by the shockwave. They were obviously injured but the rescue would be dangerous, even getting into the apartment would be dangerous. The structural integrity of the building was lacking in the undamaged parts of the complex but in the area directly affected by the explosion? It was abysmal. If he was going to save this victim, Kelly knew he had to work smart and work fast.

“Fire department! Can you hear me?” Kelly yelled.

The response was muffled, but Kelly could hear it clearly. “I’m here! I need help!”

“I hear you! I’m coming to get you!” Kelly yelled back then radioed Boden about the victim and requested assistance. Severide heard Cruz say he was on his way over the radio and he took that as his sign to enter the apartment.

Severide made his way over to the victim, an older man as he came to find out, and from first glance it was clear that Severide wouldn’t be able to get the victim out himself. The man, Victor as he introduced himself, had a piece of metal protruding from his abdomen. There was minimal blood loss which meant the metal was acting as a stopper, keeping him from possibly bleeding out.

The scene was too precarious to allow Gabby and Brett inside so Severide (and Cruz whenever he showed up) would have to find a way to get Victor outside without moving the metal in him.

“Hang in there Victor. I’m just waiting for my teammate and then we’ll get you out of here.”

Victor nodded and Kelly worked to get the remaining debris off and keep him calm.

Voices from the others filtered through the radio: information on the search, updates on extinguishing the fire, but more urgently, the call from Boden to evacuate the building—the building was unstable and they needed to get out.

The order came just as Cruz arrived at the door to the apartment. Severide stood up to call him over, but he never even got a chance to say the words. The floor gave way, taking Kelly and Victor with it.

—

Kelly was greeted with blinding pain in his head and led when he came to. He'd lost consciousness in the fall but didn't know how long he was out. It couldn’t have been too long as dust and debris were still settling around them. A cough, which quickly turned into a groan, from his left captured his attention. Kelly turned and saw Victor just a few feet away.

Their situation was bad, but the most alarming part of it was the rapidly growing bloodstain on Victor’s shirt. The metal shard had moved during their fall. Victor was bleeding out— he was dying.

Kelly moved to crawl over to him but was stopped short by the blinding pain in his leg. He bit back a scream, and it took several shuddering breaths before Kelly steeled himself enough to continue the agonizing crawl forward.

Time felt like it was standing still as Kelly slowly inched closer to Victor, but he eventually made it to the other man’s side. Victor’s eyes were closed, screwed shut in pain, and his chest was moving, signaling he was still alive. As Severide’s eyes focused on the blood stain on Victor’s shirt, and the dark pool growing around them, he knew there was a very real possibility Victor wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“Victor? You with me?” Kelly asked, rubbing a fist roughly on the other man’s sternum. He only stopped when he heard the man groan. “Come on Victor, open your eyes.”

It took a few minutes, but Victor was finally able to open his eyes. He turned his attention to Kelly. “What happened?”

“The floor gave out on us,” Kelly answered distractedly as he grabbed a nearby piece of cloth and pressed it hard against Victor’s wound. At Victor’s pained yell, Severide pressed a little harder. “Sorry but the fall caused the shard to move. You’re bleeding pretty badly.”

Victor moved his head slightly and saw the blood. He groaned. “I haven’t seen that much blood since ‘Nam.”

“Hey! Victor! Help’s on the way so you gotta stay with me.” Kelly yelled as Victor’s eyes closed again. “Keep talking. Tell me about the Army?”

“Marines. Got a medical discharge after my unit ended up on the wrong side of an ambush.” Victor was quiet, thoughtful, for a moment. “I lost some good friends that day.”

Kelly was the one quiet this time. He knew loss like that as well. “I’m sorry to hear that. And I know you probably hear this all the time, but thank you for your service.”

Victor hummed in acknowledgment and Kelly could see him fading. Still holding pressure on Victor’s wound, Kelly looked around, almost praying for his team to appear and save them. When they didn’t, Kelly pressed harder. “Come on Victor… How’d you end up in the Marines? Family business?”

“Far from it,” Victor huffed out a laugh. “My old man wanted me to follow in his footsteps, groomed me from birth to take over one day. I tried it and it was fine….I was good at it but it wasn’t enough. You know? I wanted to do more, to be more.”

“One of my buddies enlisted and I decided to join him. Pops was mad—boy I’ve never seen him so angry. Everything I’d ever known, my family, my friends, my future, it was all up in the air but joining up was the best decision I ever made. I made my own path. I fought in two wars and I lost a lot, don’t get me wrong, but I found myself and a lot more along the way.”

Kelly didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything, he just listened. Victor’s story was hitting him harder than the man could’ve known.

Victor kept talking but it was clear he was losing the fight. Kelly tried to keep him conscious and added more pressure to the wound, but the bleeding didn’t stop.

Victor’s eyes closed for the last time just moments before the rest of 51 made it through the rubble to rescue them.

#timezone reblog

[girlinlotsoffandoms]

day twenty nine - fallen

notes: we’ve made it guys! Two months later than originally intended but we’re finally at the last chapter! Thank you all for the continued support as this febwhump saga became Marwhump and ultimately whumpril 😅

This chapter is taken from a current WIP of mine that will hopefully one day see the light of day. Enjoy!

read on AO3 or below

Firehouse 51 had been one of three stations that responded to a gas main explosion that caused a partial collapse of an apartment building. Fifty-one had been tasked with searching for and evacuating any remaining tenants while the other houses worked to extinguish the flames.

The damage was devastating, and Kelly knew, as he weaved through the debris in the hallways, there was no saving the building. It was going to be condemned if not demolished. There was a small silver lining—the explosion happened in the middle of a workday, meaning most of the tenants were at work or school. The few residents that were still in the building were elderly or retirees.

The only downside was, according to the building manager, they were scattered over different floors and a few were in the direct path of the explosion.

Severide was clearing a unit on the second floor, almost directly over the site of the explosion when he found a victim. The victim was elderly and had clearly been thrown by the shockwave. They were obviously injured but the rescue would be dangerous, even getting into the apartment would be dangerous. The structural integrity of the building was lacking in the undamaged parts of the complex but in the area directly affected by the explosion? It was abysmal. If he was going to save this victim, Kelly knew he had to work smart and work fast.

“Fire department! Can you hear me?” Kelly yelled.

The response was muffled, but Kelly could hear it clearly. “I’m here! I need help!”

“I hear you! I’m coming to get you!” Kelly yelled back then radioed Boden about the victim and requested assistance. Severide heard Cruz say he was on his way over the radio and he took that as his sign to enter the apartment.

Severide made his way over to the victim, an older man as he came to find out, and from first glance it was clear that Severide wouldn’t be able to get the victim out himself. The man, Victor as he introduced himself, had a piece of metal protruding from his abdomen. There was minimal blood loss which meant the metal was acting as a stopper, keeping him from possibly bleeding out.

The scene was too precarious to allow Gabby and Brett inside so Severide (and Cruz whenever he showed up) would have to find a way to get Victor outside without moving the metal in him.

“Hang in there Victor. I’m just waiting for my teammate and then we’ll get you out of here.”

Victor nodded and Kelly worked to get the remaining debris off and keep him calm.

Voices from the others filtered through the radio: information on the search, updates on extinguishing the fire, but more urgently, the call from Boden to evacuate the building—the building was unstable and they needed to get out.

The order came just as Cruz arrived at the door to the apartment. Severide stood up to call him over, but he never even got a chance to say the words. The floor gave way, taking Kelly and Victor with it.

—

Kelly was greeted with blinding pain in his head and led when he came to. He'd lost consciousness in the fall but didn't know how long he was out. It couldn’t have been too long as dust and debris were still settling around them. A cough, which quickly turned into a groan, from his left captured his attention. Kelly turned and saw Victor just a few feet away.

Their situation was bad, but the most alarming part of it was the rapidly growing bloodstain on Victor’s shirt. The metal shard had moved during their fall. Victor was bleeding out— he was dying.

Kelly moved to crawl over to him but was stopped short by the blinding pain in his leg. He bit back a scream, and it took several shuddering breaths before Kelly steeled himself enough to continue the agonizing crawl forward.

Time felt like it was standing still as Kelly slowly inched closer to Victor, but he eventually made it to the other man’s side. Victor’s eyes were closed, screwed shut in pain, and his chest was moving, signaling he was still alive. As Severide’s eyes focused on the blood stain on Victor’s shirt, and the dark pool growing around them, he knew there was a very real possibility Victor wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“Victor? You with me?” Kelly asked, rubbing a fist roughly on the other man’s sternum. He only stopped when he heard the man groan. “Come on Victor, open your eyes.”

It took a few minutes, but Victor was finally able to open his eyes. He turned his attention to Kelly. “What happened?”

“The floor gave out on us,” Kelly answered distractedly as he grabbed a nearby piece of cloth and pressed it hard against Victor’s wound. At Victor’s pained yell, Severide pressed a little harder. “Sorry but the fall caused the shard to move. You’re bleeding pretty badly.”

Victor moved his head slightly and saw the blood. He groaned. “I haven’t seen that much blood since ‘Nam.”

“Hey! Victor! Help’s on the way so you gotta stay with me.” Kelly yelled as Victor’s eyes closed again. “Keep talking. Tell me about the Army?”

“Marines. Got a medical discharge after my unit ended up on the wrong side of an ambush.” Victor was quiet, thoughtful, for a moment. “I lost some good friends that day.”

Kelly was the one quiet this time. He knew loss like that as well. “I’m sorry to hear that. And I know you probably hear this all the time, but thank you for your service.”

Victor hummed in acknowledgment and Kelly could see him fading. Still holding pressure on Victor’s wound, Kelly looked around, almost praying for his team to appear and save them. When they didn’t, Kelly pressed harder. “Come on Victor… How’d you end up in the Marines? Family business?”

“Far from it,” Victor huffed out a laugh. “My old man wanted me to follow in his footsteps, groomed me from birth to take over one day. I tried it and it was fine….I was good at it but it wasn’t enough. You know? I wanted to do more, to be more.”

“One of my buddies enlisted and I decided to join him. Pops was mad—boy I’ve never seen him so angry. Everything I’d ever known, my family, my friends, my future, it was all up in the air but joining up was the best decision I ever made. I made my own path. I fought in two wars and I lost a lot, don’t get me wrong, but I found myself and a lot more along the way.”

Kelly didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything, he just listened. Victor’s story was hitting him harder than the man could’ve known.

Victor kept talking but it was clear he was losing the fight. Kelly tried to keep him conscious and added more pressure to the wound, but the bleeding didn’t stop.

Victor’s eyes closed for the last time just moments before the rest of 51 made it through the rubble to rescue them.

#febwhump #sevwhump #chicago fire #kelly severide

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day twenty eight - rescue

notes: here we are, the penultimate chapter! Crazy that there's only one chapter left! Even crazier that I only have 4 days to get it done lol

read on AO3 or below

When Stella arrived at the firehouse with Violet, Trudy was waiting for her with the rest of the team. She was in full Sergeant mode and had her notepad out, ready to write down any information Stella could give her.

Stella told her all the basic information about Kelly’s car and his license plate and confirmed that he left the loft at 6:00 am to take Katie to the airport.

“And are you sure his sister made her flight?” Trudy asked.

Stella nodded. “She texted me about an hour and a half ago and said she landed.”

“What about any of his cards? Can you access the accounts and see if any of his cards were used?”

Pulling out her phone, Stella looked through their accounts for anything that could help them find Kelly. “The only thing I see is a charge for Starbucks. It’s not enough for two coffees so I’m assuming he went after he dropped Katie off.”

“There’s a Starbucks close to O’Hare so that’s a safe bet.”Trudy nodded and wrote the information down. “I’ve got a few friends in the 16th district, I’ll reach out and see if they can track him down on pod footage.”

Trudy stood up and grabbed her stuff to leave. “I’ll file a missing person report, just so it’s official, and get all this information sent over to the 16th. Then I’ll light a fire under all of their asses and keep it there until we figure this out and find that husband of yours.”

“Thanks Trudy.”

Trudy gave Stella a rare smile and squeezed her shoulder in silent support as she passed. As Trudy headed out of the firehouse, she left an entire shift of confused and worried firefighters in her wake.

Stella knew Trudy was good at her job and would give them updates as she got them, but that wasn’t going to make the wait for answers any easier.

… … …

Muffled voices calling out, some close by and others further in the distance.

The whirring of rescue equipment soon coupled with the cutting and groaning of metal.

More buzzing of equipment and the groaning and popping of plastic and the pressure was off of Kelly’s legs.

Hands began touching him, something stiff and plastic was secured around his neck and he was carefully moved out of the mangled car.

Kelly was hovering just below consciousness and despite how badly he wanted to wake up and answer the calls and questions being thrown at him, he couldn’t push through the last of the darkness.

The fresh waves of pain crashing through his body with each movement certainly didn’t help. His head hurt, his ribs ached, and the feeling returning to his legs were like electric shocks.

It was all intense and overwhelming and easily plunged Kelly back into deep unconsciousness.

… … …

It was barely an hour after Trudy left that Stella’s phone rang, an unknown number scrolling across her screen. She’d been all but clutching the phone in her hands since Trudy left, willing a call to come through with information on where her husband was.

The others turned to look at Stella

expectantly as she quickly answered the call. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Stella Kidd?”

“This is…”

“Hi Stella, my name is Sarah and I’m a nurse at Lakeshore Hospital. We have a patient who was just brought into our Emergency Department and you’re listed as his emergency contact in his records. A Kelly Severide?”

“He’s my husband,” Stella perked up instantly and the rest of the team did as well. “Is he okay?!”

“The doctors are examining him now.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Stella said, standing from her seat. “Thank you so much.”

Stella turned to face the anxious group of firefighters. “That was a nurse from Lakeshore. Kelly was just brought into the ED.”

“Is he okay?” Violet asked.

“All the nurse said was that the doctors were with him.” Stella started collecting her things. “I need to get to Lakeshore.”

Before anyone could say anything or remind Stella that Violet had driven her to the firehouse, the alarm rang out.

“Go,” Boden ordered. “I’ll take Stella to Lakeshore. Meet us there when you can.”

“Yes, Chief!”

As the trucks rolled out to head to their call, Boden and Stella headed across town to Lakeshore.

When they arrived at the ED, Stella went straight to the nurse behind the desk and asked for information on Kelly. The nurse couldn’t tell her much, only that he was still with the doctors and she’d be updated when they had more information.

The cops who found her a few minutes later were much more helpful.

“Excuse me, Stella Kidd?” At Stella’s nod, the officer continued. “I’m Office Jacobs, this is Officer Winter. We’ve been assigned to your husband’s case.”

Stella nodded again and she and Boden shook their hands. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“We can’t tell you everything because there is an open investigation, but your husband was involved in what we believe is a road rage incident. His car was run off the road where it crashed into a tree.” Officer Winters explained. “When Sergeant Platt sent over the missing persons information, we were able to find him on the cameras around O’Hare and followed his car. After leaving Starbucks, he drove for about 10 minutes before the incident occurred.”

“That was what? Around 6:30 this morning?” Stella asked, concern and irritation filling her voice. “We didn’t know anything was wrong until almost 9:00 and it was after 10:00 am when I got the call that he was here.”

“The road he was on when the incident occurred was a more scenic road,” Officer Jacobs explained. “Lots of trees and not a lot of traffic, especially that early in the morning.”

“Was he trapped in his car that entire time?” Fear crept into Stella’s voice. The officers in front of her didn’t even need to answer; their faces told her all she needed to know. “Oh god.”

Boden wrapped an arm around Stella comfortingly.

“A couple of runners spotted his car and called 911.” Office Winters shared.

“What about the car that hit Severide?” Boden asked the officers.

“We got the make, model, and license plate from the camera footage and there’s an APB out for the car and the driver. We’ll get him.”

The opening of the ED doors and the arrival of one of Lakeshore’s doctors effectively stopped any additional questions. He walked over to the group and introduced himself as Dr. Morgen.

“You all here for Kelly Severide?” Dr. Morgen asked.

“He’s my husband,” Stella answered. “How is he?”

“Given the circumstances, he got lucky. He’s got a grade 3 concussion, whiplash, a few badly bruised ribs from the impact of the crash, and some severe bruising on his legs from the dashboard.” Dr. Morgen explained. “He’s regained consciousness and apart from the typical nausea, headache, and sensitivities associated with concussions, there are no deficits we’ve observed so far. There was some confusion when he initially woke up but his memory seems to be intact now.”

“So he’s going to be okay?”

“He’ll be off work for a few weeks and he’ll be dealing with the headache and nausea for a while, especially since his records indicate that this isn’t his first concussion, but I have no doubts he’ll make a full recovery.” Dr. Morgen shared.

“Can I see him?” The news from the doctor had calmed some of the anxiety and fear that had been threatening to crush her the past few hours, but she needed to see her husband.

Dr. Morgen nodded. “Of course. We’re going to keep him for observation for a few hours but unless something happens or his symptoms worsen, I don’t see us keeping him overnight.”

Stella moved to follow the doctor and so did Officers Winter and Jacobs but Boden stopped them. Stella could Boden tell the officers to give Stella a minute with Kelly alone and she, once again, found herself more than thankful for the older man’s support.

When they got to the treatment bay Kelly was in, Dr. Morgen left Stella to go check on another patient. When Stella pulled aside the curtain and saw Kelly reclined on the stretcher looking miserable but alive, all of her remaining fear melted away.

Tears flooded her eyes and Stella all but ran to his side. “God, Kelly!”

Kelly, despite the soreness and dizziness and nausea, sat up immediately and pulled Stella into his arms as soon as she was close enough. “I’m okay.”

“I was so scared. I didn’t even know anything had happened until Violet called and said you hadn’t shown up at work.”Stella sniffled, leaning back in Kelly’s arms so she could look him in the eyes. “I had to file a missing persons report so Trudy could get police at the 16th district to start looking for you and all I could think about was losing you and having to raise this baby on my own.”

“I’m sorry,” Kelly apologized and moved his hands to cup Stella’s belly. “Ever since we found out you were pregnant I’ve been trying to be more careful because there’s nothing more in the world I want than to raise a baby with you. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m just so glad you’re okay.” One of Stella’s hands joined Kelly’s on her belly and the other went to cup his cheek. “I am sorry about your car though.”

Kelly shrugged. He did love his car but if he had to choose between his car and his life and future, the car would lose every time. “It wasn’t the most practical car with a baby coming anyway.”

Before Stella could say anything else, there was a knock on the window of Kelly’s treatment room. After a moment, Boden entered with Officer Winter and Officer Jacobs. The officers introduced themselves to Kelly and took his statement on the events. It didn’t take long and the officers left soon after.

Boden didn’t stay long either. Now that Kelly had been found and was relatively okay, the District Chief needed to get back to work. He promised Kelly that he’d let the team know how he was doing and that they’d come up with a plan to get Stella’s car to the hospital for them to take home later before leaving.

It had been a long, hard day for the Severides but even the longest days eventually came to an end. Kelly was released to go home that evening. The few days after the crash had been the hardest of his recovery but after a painfully long week, he was feeling back to normal.

Just in time for baby Severide to make her grand entrance into the world.

#timezone reblog

[girlinlotsoffandoms]

day twenty eight - rescue

notes: here we are, the penultimate chapter! Crazy that there's only one chapter left! Even crazier that I only have 4 days to get it done lol

read on AO3 or below

When Stella arrived at the firehouse with Violet, Trudy was waiting for her with the rest of the team. She was in full Sergeant mode and had her notepad out, ready to write down any information Stella could give her.

Stella told her all the basic information about Kelly’s car and his license plate and confirmed that he left the loft at 6:00 am to take Katie to the airport.

“And are you sure his sister made her flight?” Trudy asked.

Stella nodded. “She texted me about an hour and a half ago and said she landed.”

“What about any of his cards? Can you access the accounts and see if any of his cards were used?”

Pulling out her phone, Stella looked through their accounts for anything that could help them find Kelly. “The only thing I see is a charge for Starbucks. It’s not enough for two coffees so I’m assuming he went after he dropped Katie off.”

“There’s a Starbucks close to O’Hare so that’s a safe bet.”Trudy nodded and wrote the information down. “I’ve got a few friends in the 16th district, I’ll reach out and see if they can track him down on pod footage.”

Trudy stood up and grabbed her stuff to leave. “I’ll file a missing person report, just so it’s official, and get all this information sent over to the 16th. Then I’ll light a fire under all of their asses and keep it there until we figure this out and find that husband of yours.”

“Thanks Trudy.”

Trudy gave Stella a rare smile and squeezed her shoulder in silent support as she passed. As Trudy headed out of the firehouse, she left an entire shift of confused and worried firefighters in her wake.

Stella knew Trudy was good at her job and would give them updates as she got them, but that wasn’t going to make the wait for answers any easier.

… … …

Muffled voices calling out, some close by and others further in the distance.

The whirring of rescue equipment soon coupled with the cutting and groaning of metal.

More buzzing of equipment and the groaning and popping of plastic and the pressure was off of Kelly’s legs.

Hands began touching him, something stiff and plastic was secured around his neck and he was carefully moved out of the mangled car.

Kelly was hovering just below consciousness and despite how badly he wanted to wake up and answer the calls and questions being thrown at him, he couldn’t push through the last of the darkness.

The fresh waves of pain crashing through his body with each movement certainly didn’t help. His head hurt, his ribs ached, and the feeling returning to his legs were like electric shocks.

It was all intense and overwhelming and easily plunged Kelly back into deep unconsciousness.

… … …

It was barely an hour after Trudy left that Stella’s phone rang, an unknown number scrolling across her screen. She’d been all but clutching the phone in her hands since Trudy left, willing a call to come through with information on where her husband was.

The others turned to look at Stella

expectantly as she quickly answered the call. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Stella Kidd?”

“This is…”

“Hi Stella, my name is Sarah and I’m a nurse at Lakeshore Hospital. We have a patient who was just brought into our Emergency Department and you’re listed as his emergency contact in his records. A Kelly Severide?”

“He’s my husband,” Stella perked up instantly and the rest of the team did as well. “Is he okay?!”

“The doctors are examining him now.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Stella said, standing from her seat. “Thank you so much.”

Stella turned to face the anxious group of firefighters. “That was a nurse from Lakeshore. Kelly was just brought into the ED.”

“Is he okay?” Violet asked.

“All the nurse said was that the doctors were with him.” Stella started collecting her things. “I need to get to Lakeshore.”

Before anyone could say anything or remind Stella that Violet had driven her to the firehouse, the alarm rang out.

“Go,” Boden ordered. “I’ll take Stella to Lakeshore. Meet us there when you can.”

“Yes, Chief!”

As the trucks rolled out to head to their call, Boden and Stella headed across town to Lakeshore.

When they arrived at the ED, Stella went straight to the nurse behind the desk and asked for information on Kelly. The nurse couldn’t tell her much, only that he was still with the doctors and she’d be updated when they had more information.

The cops who found her a few minutes later were much more helpful.

“Excuse me, Stella Kidd?” At Stella’s nod, the officer continued. “I’m Office Jacobs, this is Officer Winter. We’ve been assigned to your husband’s case.”

Stella nodded again and she and Boden shook their hands. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“We can’t tell you everything because there is an open investigation, but your husband was involved in what we believe is a road rage incident. His car was run off the road where it crashed into a tree.” Officer Winters explained. “When Sergeant Platt sent over the missing persons information, we were able to find him on the cameras around O’Hare and followed his car. After leaving Starbucks, he drove for about 10 minutes before the incident occurred.”

“That was what? Around 6:30 this morning?” Stella asked, concern and irritation filling her voice. “We didn’t know anything was wrong until almost 9:00 and it was after 10:00 am when I got the call that he was here.”

“The road he was on when the incident occurred was a more scenic road,” Officer Jacobs explained. “Lots of trees and not a lot of traffic, especially that early in the morning.”

“Was he trapped in his car that entire time?” Fear crept into Stella’s voice. The officers in front of her didn’t even need to answer; their faces told her all she needed to know. “Oh god.”

Boden wrapped an arm around Stella comfortingly.

“A couple of runners spotted his car and called 911.” Office Winters shared.

“What about the car that hit Severide?” Boden asked the officers.

“We got the make, model, and license plate from the camera footage and there’s an APB out for the car and the driver. We’ll get him.”

The opening of the ED doors and the arrival of one of Lakeshore’s doctors effectively stopped any additional questions. He walked over to the group and introduced himself as Dr. Morgen.

“You all here for Kelly Severide?” Dr. Morgen asked.

“He’s my husband,” Stella answered. “How is he?”

“Given the circumstances, he got lucky. He’s got a grade 3 concussion, whiplash, a few badly bruised ribs from the impact of the crash, and some severe bruising on his legs from the dashboard.” Dr. Morgen explained. “He’s regained consciousness and apart from the typical nausea, headache, and sensitivities associated with concussions, there are no deficits we’ve observed so far. There was some confusion when he initially woke up but his memory seems to be intact now.”

“So he’s going to be okay?”

“He’ll be off work for a few weeks and he’ll be dealing with the headache and nausea for a while, especially since his records indicate that this isn’t his first concussion, but I have no doubts he’ll make a full recovery.” Dr. Morgen shared.

“Can I see him?” The news from the doctor had calmed some of the anxiety and fear that had been threatening to crush her the past few hours, but she needed to see her husband.

Dr. Morgen nodded. “Of course. We’re going to keep him for observation for a few hours but unless something happens or his symptoms worsen, I don’t see us keeping him overnight.”

Stella moved to follow the doctor and so did Officers Winter and Jacobs but Boden stopped them. Stella could Boden tell the officers to give Stella a minute with Kelly alone and she, once again, found herself more than thankful for the older man’s support.

When they got to the treatment bay Kelly was in, Dr. Morgen left Stella to go check on another patient. When Stella pulled aside the curtain and saw Kelly reclined on the stretcher looking miserable but alive, all of her remaining fear melted away.

Tears flooded her eyes and Stella all but ran to his side. “God, Kelly!”

Kelly, despite the soreness and dizziness and nausea, sat up immediately and pulled Stella into his arms as soon as she was close enough. “I’m okay.”

“I was so scared. I didn’t even know anything had happened until Violet called and said you hadn’t shown up at work.”Stella sniffled, leaning back in Kelly’s arms so she could look him in the eyes. “I had to file a missing persons report so Trudy could get police at the 16th district to start looking for you and all I could think about was losing you and having to raise this baby on my own.”

“I’m sorry,” Kelly apologized and moved his hands to cup Stella’s belly. “Ever since we found out you were pregnant I’ve been trying to be more careful because there’s nothing more in the world I want than to raise a baby with you. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m just so glad you’re okay.” One of Stella’s hands joined Kelly’s on her belly and the other went to cup his cheek. “I am sorry about your car though.”

Kelly shrugged. He did love his car but if he had to choose between his car and his life and future, the car would lose every time. “It wasn’t the most practical car with a baby coming anyway.”

Before Stella could say anything else, there was a knock on the window of Kelly’s treatment room. After a moment, Boden entered with Officer Winter and Officer Jacobs. The officers introduced themselves to Kelly and took his statement on the events. It didn’t take long and the officers left soon after.

Boden didn’t stay long either. Now that Kelly had been found and was relatively okay, the District Chief needed to get back to work. He promised Kelly that he’d let the team know how he was doing and that they’d come up with a plan to get Stella’s car to the hospital for them to take home later before leaving.

It had been a long, hard day for the Severides but even the longest days eventually came to an end. Kelly was released to go home that evening. The few days after the crash had been the hardest of his recovery but after a painfully long week, he was feeling back to normal.

Just in time for baby Severide to make her grand entrance into the world.

#timezone reblog

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day twenty eight - rescue

notes: here we are, the penultimate chapter! Crazy that there's only one chapter left! Even crazier that I only have 4 days to get it done lol

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When Stella arrived at the firehouse with Violet, Trudy was waiting for her with the rest of the team. She was in full Sergeant mode and had her notepad out, ready to write down any information Stella could give her.

Stella told her all the basic information about Kelly’s car and his license plate and confirmed that he left the loft at 6:00 am to take Katie to the airport.

“And are you sure his sister made her flight?” Trudy asked.

Stella nodded. “She texted me about an hour and a half ago and said she landed.”

“What about any of his cards? Can you access the accounts and see if any of his cards were used?”

Pulling out her phone, Stella looked through their accounts for anything that could help them find Kelly. “The only thing I see is a charge for Starbucks. It’s not enough for two coffees so I’m assuming he went after he dropped Katie off.”

“There’s a Starbucks close to O’Hare so that’s a safe bet.”Trudy nodded and wrote the information down. “I’ve got a few friends in the 16th district, I’ll reach out and see if they can track him down on pod footage.”

Trudy stood up and grabbed her stuff to leave. “I’ll file a missing person report, just so it’s official, and get all this information sent over to the 16th. Then I’ll light a fire under all of their asses and keep it there until we figure this out and find that husband of yours.”

“Thanks Trudy.”

Trudy gave Stella a rare smile and squeezed her shoulder in silent support as she passed. As Trudy headed out of the firehouse, she left an entire shift of confused and worried firefighters in her wake.

Stella knew Trudy was good at her job and would give them updates as she got them, but that wasn’t going to make the wait for answers any easier.

… … …

Muffled voices calling out, some close by and others further in the distance.

The whirring of rescue equipment soon coupled with the cutting and groaning of metal.

More buzzing of equipment and the groaning and popping of plastic and the pressure was off of Kelly’s legs.

Hands began touching him, something stiff and plastic was secured around his neck and he was carefully moved out of the mangled car.

Kelly was hovering just below consciousness and despite how badly he wanted to wake up and answer the calls and questions being thrown at him, he couldn’t push through the last of the darkness.

The fresh waves of pain crashing through his body with each movement certainly didn’t help. His head hurt, his ribs ached, and the feeling returning to his legs were like electric shocks.

It was all intense and overwhelming and easily plunged Kelly back into deep unconsciousness.

… … …

It was barely an hour after Trudy left that Stella’s phone rang, an unknown number scrolling across her screen. She’d been all but clutching the phone in her hands since Trudy left, willing a call to come through with information on where her husband was.

The others turned to look at Stella

expectantly as she quickly answered the call. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Stella Kidd?”

“This is…”

“Hi Stella, my name is Sarah and I’m a nurse at Lakeshore Hospital. We have a patient who was just brought into our Emergency Department and you’re listed as his emergency contact in his records. A Kelly Severide?”

“He’s my husband,” Stella perked up instantly and the rest of the team did as well. “Is he okay?!”

“The doctors are examining him now.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Stella said, standing from her seat. “Thank you so much.”

Stella turned to face the anxious group of firefighters. “That was a nurse from Lakeshore. Kelly was just brought into the ED.”

“Is he okay?” Violet asked.

“All the nurse said was that the doctors were with him.” Stella started collecting her things. “I need to get to Lakeshore.”

Before anyone could say anything or remind Stella that Violet had driven her to the firehouse, the alarm rang out.

“Go,” Boden ordered. “I’ll take Stella to Lakeshore. Meet us there when you can.”

“Yes, Chief!”

As the trucks rolled out to head to their call, Boden and Stella headed across town to Lakeshore.

When they arrived at the ED, Stella went straight to the nurse behind the desk and asked for information on Kelly. The nurse couldn’t tell her much, only that he was still with the doctors and she’d be updated when they had more information.

The cops who found her a few minutes later were much more helpful.

“Excuse me, Stella Kidd?” At Stella’s nod, the officer continued. “I’m Office Jacobs, this is Officer Winter. We’ve been assigned to your husband’s case.”

Stella nodded again and she and Boden shook their hands. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“We can’t tell you everything because there is an open investigation, but your husband was involved in what we believe is a road rage incident. His car was run off the road where it crashed into a tree.” Officer Winters explained. “When Sergeant Platt sent over the missing persons information, we were able to find him on the cameras around O’Hare and followed his car. After leaving Starbucks, he drove for about 10 minutes before the incident occurred.”

“That was what? Around 6:30 this morning?” Stella asked, concern and irritation filling her voice. “We didn’t know anything was wrong until almost 9:00 and it was after 10:00 am when I got the call that he was here.”

“The road he was on when the incident occurred was a more scenic road,” Officer Jacobs explained. “Lots of trees and not a lot of traffic, especially that early in the morning.”

“Was he trapped in his car that entire time?” Fear crept into Stella’s voice. The officers in front of her didn’t even need to answer; their faces told her all she needed to know. “Oh god.”

Boden wrapped an arm around Stella comfortingly.

“A couple of runners spotted his car and called 911.” Office Winters shared.

“What about the car that hit Severide?” Boden asked the officers.

“We got the make, model, and license plate from the camera footage and there’s an APB out for the car and the driver. We’ll get him.”

The opening of the ED doors and the arrival of one of Lakeshore’s doctors effectively stopped any additional questions. He walked over to the group and introduced himself as Dr. Morgen.

“You all here for Kelly Severide?” Dr. Morgen asked.

“He’s my husband,” Stella answered. “How is he?”

“Given the circumstances, he got lucky. He’s got a grade 3 concussion, whiplash, a few badly bruised ribs from the impact of the crash, and some severe bruising on his legs from the dashboard.” Dr. Morgen explained. “He’s regained consciousness and apart from the typical nausea, headache, and sensitivities associated with concussions, there are no deficits we’ve observed so far. There was some confusion when he initially woke up but his memory seems to be intact now.”

“So he’s going to be okay?”

“He’ll be off work for a few weeks and he’ll be dealing with the headache and nausea for a while, especially since his records indicate that this isn’t his first concussion, but I have no doubts he’ll make a full recovery.” Dr. Morgen shared.

“Can I see him?” The news from the doctor had calmed some of the anxiety and fear that had been threatening to crush her the past few hours, but she needed to see her husband.

Dr. Morgen nodded. “Of course. We’re going to keep him for observation for a few hours but unless something happens or his symptoms worsen, I don’t see us keeping him overnight.”

Stella moved to follow the doctor and so did Officers Winter and Jacobs but Boden stopped them. Stella could Boden tell the officers to give Stella a minute with Kelly alone and she, once again, found herself more than thankful for the older man’s support.

When they got to the treatment bay Kelly was in, Dr. Morgen left Stella to go check on another patient. When Stella pulled aside the curtain and saw Kelly reclined on the stretcher looking miserable but alive, all of her remaining fear melted away.

Tears flooded her eyes and Stella all but ran to his side. “God, Kelly!”

Kelly, despite the soreness and dizziness and nausea, sat up immediately and pulled Stella into his arms as soon as she was close enough. “I’m okay.”

“I was so scared. I didn’t even know anything had happened until Violet called and said you hadn’t shown up at work.”Stella sniffled, leaning back in Kelly’s arms so she could look him in the eyes. “I had to file a missing persons report so Trudy could get police at the 16th district to start looking for you and all I could think about was losing you and having to raise this baby on my own.”

“I’m sorry,” Kelly apologized and moved his hands to cup Stella’s belly. “Ever since we found out you were pregnant I’ve been trying to be more careful because there’s nothing more in the world I want than to raise a baby with you. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m just so glad you’re okay.” One of Stella’s hands joined Kelly’s on her belly and the other went to cup his cheek. “I am sorry about your car though.”

Kelly shrugged. He did love his car but if he had to choose between his car and his life and future, the car would lose every time. “It wasn’t the most practical car with a baby coming anyway.”

Before Stella could say anything else, there was a knock on the window of Kelly’s treatment room. After a moment, Boden entered with Officer Winter and Officer Jacobs. The officers introduced themselves to Kelly and took his statement on the events. It didn’t take long and the officers left soon after.

Boden didn’t stay long either. Now that Kelly had been found and was relatively okay, the District Chief needed to get back to work. He promised Kelly that he’d let the team know how he was doing and that they’d come up with a plan to get Stella’s car to the hospital for them to take home later before leaving.

It had been a long, hard day for the Severides but even the longest days eventually came to an end. Kelly was released to go home that evening. The few days after the crash had been the hardest of his recovery but after a painfully long week, he was feeling back to normal.

Just in time for baby Severide to make her grand entrance into the world.

#febwhump #sevwhump #mayday mayday #kelly severide #stella kidd #stellaride #chicago fire

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that synopsis was definitely not worded the way i expected

Same! It’ll definitely be interesting to see how it all plays out

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A menace to society

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IM SO EXCITED

#chicago fire #kelly severide

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will the second part be posted today?

Unfortunately not 😫

I’m working on it and hope to get it up as soon as I can!

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day twenty seven - road rage

notes: in honor of The Tortured Poets Department release....another chapter of me torturing Kelly in some way.

See you soon for part two

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Life for the Severides had been nearly perfect for several months. There were many reasons, but the main reason was that Stella was pregnant.

The pregnancy had been a surprise. They’d talked about kids and knew that kids would be in their future, but they hadn’t exactly been trying for a baby when Stella got pregnant. Nonetheless, it was a happy accident and after the initial shock wore off, Kelly and Stella were ecstatic about becoming parents.

Thankfully, Stella’s pregnancy had been textbook and now, at 37 weeks, she and Kelly were waiting on pins and needles for their baby to arrive.

It was the morning after Stella’s baby shower and Kelly was taking Katie to the airport before shift. His sister had flown in a few days before to spend time with the expectant parents and celebrate her first niece or nephew. It had been a wonderful few days, but Katie had only those few days before she had to fly home and return to work.

Kelly had volunteered to drop her off at the airport before heading to the firehouse that morning so he kissed Stella goodbye and he and Katie were on their way.

Neither of them knew how the day would turn out.

The airport wasn’t too busy, one of the few perks of the early morning hour, so it didn’t take long for Kelly to drop Katie off at departures. He still had over an hour and a half before shift started but he didn’t want to risk waking Stella up again by returning home just to leave a little while later. So, Kelly swung by Starbucks to grab a coffee and started the drive towards the firehouse. 

He’d decided to take the longer way to work since he had the time. It’d be a decision Kelly would quickly come to regret. 

Firehouse 51 was quite a ways away from the airport. The drive was quite scenic at this time of morning and with the lack of traffic, Kelly found himself enjoying the drive. That was until he clocked a black sports car in his rearview mirror.  

The driver seemed to be distracted or even under the influence—his car was swerving dangerously and he crossed the line into the other lane several times. 

Based on how quickly the distance between the two cars had been closed, it was clear to Kelly that the man had been speeding and the gestures currently being thrown proved he wasn’t happy having to slow down. Kelly would’ve happily pulled off to the side and let the guy pass but there was just nowhere safe to do so yet.

Kelly could see a parking lot further up the road and was planning on pulling in but it seemed the man behind him did not want to wait that long to pass.

The Mercedes that had been tailgating him relentlessly the past few minutes suddenly swerved into the other lane and came up alongside Kelly’s car. Even through the dark, tinted windows, Kelly could see the rage and frustration on the other driver’s face.

Without warning, they swerved again, slamming into Kelly’s car with a sickening crunch.

The impact of the hit sent Kelly careening off the road and down the embankment. As Kelly fought to regain control of his car, he saw the black Mercedes speeding down the road.

Kelly’s fight for control was fruitless. Just seconds after his car was bumped from the road it came to a stop, head-on into a group of trees. 

The front of Kelly’s car crumpled with the impact and the seatbelt did little to keep Kelly from being tossed around. His head bounced off the window, cracking under the force of the hit. The airbag deployed and stopped Kelly before he could smack into the steering wheel. 

WIth unconsciousness threatening to overtake him, Kelly reached for his phone to call 9-1-1. It wasn’t in the cupholder as it had been previously and with his very limited mobility, Kelly couldn’t feel it anywhere else. 

He couldn’t move, the now crumpled dashboard trapping his legs.

His head hurt something fierce and while he hadn’t checked, Kelly was certain he was bleeding.

He had no way to call for help and couldn’t hear any other cars driving by who could offer help. 

Despite the sun rising higher in the sky, the darkness overwhelming Kelly grew stronger. His last thought before giving in were of Stella and their baby.

… … …

It was just after 8:00 am when Stella made her way into the guest room turned nursery. All of the gifts from the baby shower had been placed there since they’d returned home. Stella took her time going through each gift; she separated the clothes and blankets to wash, she put the toys and books away in the spots they’d planned, and she stored some diapers away in one of the drawers before stacking the other boxes in the closet.

She was so distracted she missed the first call that came through. She caught the second one though and Stella answered when Violet’s name scrolled across her phone screen. “Hey Vi, what’s up?”

“Hey, is Severide running late by chance?”

“No… He left at like 6 this morning because he had to drop his sister off at the airport.” Stella explained. She felt a pit growing in her stomach. The clock on the wall said it was after 9:00 am. Even If there was heavy traffic, Kelly should’ve had plenty of time to get to work. “Why? What’s going on?”

“He hasn’t shown up yet,” Violet said gently. “And we haven’t been able to get ahold of him.”

“Wh-what?” Stella quickly put Violet’s call on speaker and checked to see if she’d missed any calls or texts from Kelly. Nothing. She pulled up his location and couldn’t find it anywhere on the map. “I can’t find his location.”

The sadness and growing desperation in Stella’s voice was easily heard through the phone. 

“Yeah, we tried calling him a few times before we called you but they all went to voicemails,” Violet said gently. “Let’s not panic just yet, there might be a perfectly reasonable explanation.” “Like what, Violet?”

Violet sighed. “I don’t know, but here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to come pick you up and bring you to the firehouse. We’ll figure out the next steps then but I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“Yeah, okay,” Stella said quietly, moving towards her and Kelly’s bedroom. “I’ll be ready when you get here.”

Stella hung up the phone and got dressed and ready as quickly as she could. While she waited for Violet to arrive, Stella grabbed her phone and dialed Kelly’s number. She desperately hoped Kelly would answer and tell her he was okay and this was all a big misunderstanding but all she was met with was his voicemail message. 

With a sigh, Stella sat on the bed with her phone in her hand. She blinked back the tears welling up in her eyes and tried to calm down. The pit in her stomach had only grown larger in the past few minutes but she needed to stay calm. Stress wasn’t good for the baby and the last thing Stella wanted was to stress herself into labor when she had no idea where Kelly was or if he was okay.

Kelly had to be okay, there was no other option.

Stella couldn’t do this alone.

#timezone reblog

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day twenty seven - road rage

notes: in honor of The Tortured Poets Department release....another chapter of me torturing Kelly in some way.

See you soon for part two

read on AO3 or below

Life for the Severides had been nearly perfect for several months. There were many reasons, but the main reason was that Stella was pregnant.

The pregnancy had been a surprise. They’d talked about kids and knew that kids would be in their future, but they hadn’t exactly been trying for a baby when Stella got pregnant. Nonetheless, it was a happy accident and after the initial shock wore off, Kelly and Stella were ecstatic about becoming parents.

Thankfully, Stella’s pregnancy had been textbook and now, at 37 weeks, she and Kelly were waiting on pins and needles for their baby to arrive.

It was the morning after Stella’s baby shower and Kelly was taking Katie to the airport before shift. His sister had flown in a few days before to spend time with the expectant parents and celebrate her first niece or nephew. It had been a wonderful few days, but Katie had only those few days before she had to fly home and return to work.

Kelly had volunteered to drop her off at the airport before heading to the firehouse that morning so he kissed Stella goodbye and he and Katie were on their way.

Neither of them knew how the day would turn out.

The airport wasn’t too busy, one of the few perks of the early morning hour, so it didn’t take long for Kelly to drop Katie off at departures. He still had over an hour and a half before shift started but he didn’t want to risk waking Stella up again by returning home just to leave a little while later. So, Kelly swung by Starbucks to grab a coffee and started the drive towards the firehouse. 

He’d decided to take the longer way to work since he had the time. It’d be a decision Kelly would quickly come to regret. 

Firehouse 51 was quite a ways away from the airport. The drive was quite scenic at this time of morning and with the lack of traffic, Kelly found himself enjoying the drive. That was until he clocked a black sports car in his rearview mirror.  

The driver seemed to be distracted or even under the influence—his car was swerving dangerously and he crossed the line into the other lane several times. 

Based on how quickly the distance between the two cars had been closed, it was clear to Kelly that the man had been speeding and the gestures currently being thrown proved he wasn’t happy having to slow down. Kelly would’ve happily pulled off to the side and let the guy pass but there was just nowhere safe to do so yet.

Kelly could see a parking lot further up the road and was planning on pulling in but it seemed the man behind him did not want to wait that long to pass.

The Mercedes that had been tailgating him relentlessly the past few minutes suddenly swerved into the other lane and came up alongside Kelly’s car. Even through the dark, tinted windows, Kelly could see the rage and frustration on the other driver’s face.

Without warning, they swerved again, slamming into Kelly’s car with a sickening crunch.

The impact of the hit sent Kelly careening off the road and down the embankment. As Kelly fought to regain control of his car, he saw the black Mercedes speeding down the road.

Kelly’s fight for control was fruitless. Just seconds after his car was bumped from the road it came to a stop, head-on into a group of trees. 

The front of Kelly’s car crumpled with the impact and the seatbelt did little to keep Kelly from being tossed around. His head bounced off the window, cracking under the force of the hit. The airbag deployed and stopped Kelly before he could smack into the steering wheel. 

WIth unconsciousness threatening to overtake him, Kelly reached for his phone to call 9-1-1. It wasn’t in the cupholder as it had been previously and with his very limited mobility, Kelly couldn’t feel it anywhere else. 

He couldn’t move, the now crumpled dashboard trapping his legs.

His head hurt something fierce and while he hadn’t checked, Kelly was certain he was bleeding.

He had no way to call for help and couldn’t hear any other cars driving by who could offer help. 

Despite the sun rising higher in the sky, the darkness overwhelming Kelly grew stronger. His last thought before giving in were of Stella and their baby.

… … …

It was just after 8:00 am when Stella made her way into the guest room turned nursery. All of the gifts from the baby shower had been placed there since they’d returned home. Stella took her time going through each gift; she separated the clothes and blankets to wash, she put the toys and books away in the spots they’d planned, and she stored some diapers away in one of the drawers before stacking the other boxes in the closet.

She was so distracted she missed the first call that came through. She caught the second one though and Stella answered when Violet’s name scrolled across her phone screen. “Hey Vi, what’s up?”

“Hey, is Severide running late by chance?”

“No… He left at like 6 this morning because he had to drop his sister off at the airport.” Stella explained. She felt a pit growing in her stomach. The clock on the wall said it was after 9:00 am. Even If there was heavy traffic, Kelly should’ve had plenty of time to get to work. “Why? What’s going on?”

“He hasn’t shown up yet,” Violet said gently. “And we haven’t been able to get ahold of him.”

“Wh-what?” Stella quickly put Violet’s call on speaker and checked to see if she’d missed any calls or texts from Kelly. Nothing. She pulled up his location and couldn’t find it anywhere on the map. “I can’t find his location.”

The sadness and growing desperation in Stella’s voice was easily heard through the phone. 

“Yeah, we tried calling him a few times before we called you but they all went to voicemails,” Violet said gently. “Let’s not panic just yet, there might be a perfectly reasonable explanation.” “Like what, Violet?”

Violet sighed. “I don’t know, but here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to come pick you up and bring you to the firehouse. We’ll figure out the next steps then but I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“Yeah, okay,” Stella said quietly, moving towards her and Kelly’s bedroom. “I’ll be ready when you get here.”

Stella hung up the phone and got dressed and ready as quickly as she could. While she waited for Violet to arrive, Stella grabbed her phone and dialed Kelly’s number. She desperately hoped Kelly would answer and tell her he was okay and this was all a big misunderstanding but all she was met with was his voicemail message. 

With a sigh, Stella sat on the bed with her phone in her hand. She blinked back the tears welling up in her eyes and tried to calm down. The pit in her stomach had only grown larger in the past few minutes but she needed to stay calm. Stress wasn’t good for the baby and the last thing Stella wanted was to stress herself into labor when she had no idea where Kelly was or if he was okay.

Kelly had to be okay, there was no other option.

Stella couldn’t do this alone.

#timezone reblog

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why do you always leave us on a cliffhanger 😭

Sorry friend! This is the last one though! 😂

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day twenty seven - road rage

notes: in honor of The Tortured Poets Department release....another chapter of me torturing Kelly in some way.

See you soon for part two

read on AO3 or below

Life for the Severides had been nearly perfect for several months. There were many reasons, but the main reason was that Stella was pregnant.

The pregnancy had been a surprise. They’d talked about kids and knew that kids would be in their future, but they hadn’t exactly been trying for a baby when Stella got pregnant. Nonetheless, it was a happy accident and after the initial shock wore off, Kelly and Stella were ecstatic about becoming parents.

Thankfully, Stella’s pregnancy had been textbook and now, at 37 weeks, she and Kelly were waiting on pins and needles for their baby to arrive.

It was the morning after Stella’s baby shower and Kelly was taking Katie to the airport before shift. His sister had flown in a few days before to spend time with the expectant parents and celebrate her first niece or nephew. It had been a wonderful few days, but Katie had only those few days before she had to fly home and return to work.

Kelly had volunteered to drop her off at the airport before heading to the firehouse that morning so he kissed Stella goodbye and he and Katie were on their way.

Neither of them knew how the day would turn out.

The airport wasn’t too busy, one of the few perks of the early morning hour, so it didn’t take long for Kelly to drop Katie off at departures. He still had over an hour and a half before shift started but he didn’t want to risk waking Stella up again by returning home just to leave a little while later. So, Kelly swung by Starbucks to grab a coffee and started the drive towards the firehouse. 

He’d decided to take the longer way to work since he had the time. It’d be a decision Kelly would quickly come to regret. 

Firehouse 51 was quite a ways away from the airport. The drive was quite scenic at this time of morning and with the lack of traffic, Kelly found himself enjoying the drive. That was until he clocked a black sports car in his rearview mirror.  

The driver seemed to be distracted or even under the influence—his car was swerving dangerously and he crossed the line into the other lane several times. 

Based on how quickly the distance between the two cars had been closed, it was clear to Kelly that the man had been speeding and the gestures currently being thrown proved he wasn’t happy having to slow down. Kelly would’ve happily pulled off to the side and let the guy pass but there was just nowhere safe to do so yet.

Kelly could see a parking lot further up the road and was planning on pulling in but it seemed the man behind him did not want to wait that long to pass.

The Mercedes that had been tailgating him relentlessly the past few minutes suddenly swerved into the other lane and came up alongside Kelly’s car. Even through the dark, tinted windows, Kelly could see the rage and frustration on the other driver’s face.

Without warning, they swerved again, slamming into Kelly’s car with a sickening crunch.

The impact of the hit sent Kelly careening off the road and down the embankment. As Kelly fought to regain control of his car, he saw the black Mercedes speeding down the road.

Kelly’s fight for control was fruitless. Just seconds after his car was bumped from the road it came to a stop, head-on into a group of trees. 

The front of Kelly’s car crumpled with the impact and the seatbelt did little to keep Kelly from being tossed around. His head bounced off the window, cracking under the force of the hit. The airbag deployed and stopped Kelly before he could smack into the steering wheel. 

WIth unconsciousness threatening to overtake him, Kelly reached for his phone to call 9-1-1. It wasn’t in the cupholder as it had been previously and with his very limited mobility, Kelly couldn’t feel it anywhere else. 

He couldn’t move, the now crumpled dashboard trapping his legs.

His head hurt something fierce and while he hadn’t checked, Kelly was certain he was bleeding.

He had no way to call for help and couldn’t hear any other cars driving by who could offer help. 

Despite the sun rising higher in the sky, the darkness overwhelming Kelly grew stronger. His last thought before giving in were of Stella and their baby.

… … …

It was just after 8:00 am when Stella made her way into the guest room turned nursery. All of the gifts from the baby shower had been placed there since they’d returned home. Stella took her time going through each gift; she separated the clothes and blankets to wash, she put the toys and books away in the spots they’d planned, and she stored some diapers away in one of the drawers before stacking the other boxes in the closet.

She was so distracted she missed the first call that came through. She caught the second one though and Stella answered when Violet’s name scrolled across her phone screen. “Hey Vi, what’s up?”

“Hey, is Severide running late by chance?”

“No… He left at like 6 this morning because he had to drop his sister off at the airport.” Stella explained. She felt a pit growing in her stomach. The clock on the wall said it was after 9:00 am. Even If there was heavy traffic, Kelly should’ve had plenty of time to get to work. “Why? What’s going on?”

“He hasn’t shown up yet,” Violet said gently. “And we haven’t been able to get ahold of him.”

“Wh-what?” Stella quickly put Violet’s call on speaker and checked to see if she’d missed any calls or texts from Kelly. Nothing. She pulled up his location and couldn’t find it anywhere on the map. “I can’t find his location.”

The sadness and growing desperation in Stella’s voice was easily heard through the phone. 

“Yeah, we tried calling him a few times before we called you but they all went to voicemails,” Violet said gently. “Let’s not panic just yet, there might be a perfectly reasonable explanation.” “Like what, Violet?”

Violet sighed. “I don’t know, but here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to come pick you up and bring you to the firehouse. We’ll figure out the next steps then but I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“Yeah, okay,” Stella said quietly, moving towards her and Kelly’s bedroom. “I’ll be ready when you get here.”

Stella hung up the phone and got dressed and ready as quickly as she could. While she waited for Violet to arrive, Stella grabbed her phone and dialed Kelly’s number. She desperately hoped Kelly would answer and tell her he was okay and this was all a big misunderstanding but all she was met with was his voicemail message. 

With a sigh, Stella sat on the bed with her phone in her hand. She blinked back the tears welling up in her eyes and tried to calm down. The pit in her stomach had only grown larger in the past few minutes but she needed to stay calm. Stress wasn’t good for the baby and the last thing Stella wanted was to stress herself into labor when she had no idea where Kelly was or if he was okay.

Kelly had to be okay, there was no other option.

Stella couldn’t do this alone.

#timezone reblog

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day twenty seven - road rage

notes: in honor of The Tortured Poets Department release....another chapter of me torturing Kelly in some way.

See you soon for part two

read on AO3 or below

Life for the Severides had been nearly perfect for several months. There were many reasons, but the main reason was that Stella was pregnant.

The pregnancy had been a surprise. They’d talked about kids and knew that kids would be in their future, but they hadn’t exactly been trying for a baby when Stella got pregnant. Nonetheless, it was a happy accident and after the initial shock wore off, Kelly and Stella were ecstatic about becoming parents.

Thankfully, Stella’s pregnancy had been textbook and now, at 37 weeks, she and Kelly were waiting on pins and needles for their baby to arrive.

It was the morning after Stella’s baby shower and Kelly was taking Katie to the airport before shift. His sister had flown in a few days before to spend time with the expectant parents and celebrate her first niece or nephew. It had been a wonderful few days, but Katie had only those few days before she had to fly home and return to work.

Kelly had volunteered to drop her off at the airport before heading to the firehouse that morning so he kissed Stella goodbye and he and Katie were on their way.

Neither of them knew how the day would turn out.

The airport wasn’t too busy, one of the few perks of the early morning hour, so it didn’t take long for Kelly to drop Katie off at departures. He still had over an hour and a half before shift started but he didn’t want to risk waking Stella up again by returning home just to leave a little while later. So, Kelly swung by Starbucks to grab a coffee and started the drive towards the firehouse. 

He’d decided to take the longer way to work since he had the time. It’d be a decision Kelly would quickly come to regret. 

Firehouse 51 was quite a ways away from the airport. The drive was quite scenic at this time of morning and with the lack of traffic, Kelly found himself enjoying the drive. That was until he clocked a black sports car in his rearview mirror.  

The driver seemed to be distracted or even under the influence—his car was swerving dangerously and he crossed the line into the other lane several times. 

Based on how quickly the distance between the two cars had been closed, it was clear to Kelly that the man had been speeding and the gestures currently being thrown proved he wasn’t happy having to slow down. Kelly would’ve happily pulled off to the side and let the guy pass but there was just nowhere safe to do so yet.

Kelly could see a parking lot further up the road and was planning on pulling in but it seemed the man behind him did not want to wait that long to pass.

The Mercedes that had been tailgating him relentlessly the past few minutes suddenly swerved into the other lane and came up alongside Kelly’s car. Even through the dark, tinted windows, Kelly could see the rage and frustration on the other driver’s face.

Without warning, they swerved again, slamming into Kelly’s car with a sickening crunch.

The impact of the hit sent Kelly careening off the road and down the embankment. As Kelly fought to regain control of his car, he saw the black Mercedes speeding down the road.

Kelly’s fight for control was fruitless. Just seconds after his car was bumped from the road it came to a stop, head-on into a group of trees. 

The front of Kelly’s car crumpled with the impact and the seatbelt did little to keep Kelly from being tossed around. His head bounced off the window, cracking under the force of the hit. The airbag deployed and stopped Kelly before he could smack into the steering wheel. 

WIth unconsciousness threatening to overtake him, Kelly reached for his phone to call 9-1-1. It wasn’t in the cupholder as it had been previously and with his very limited mobility, Kelly couldn’t feel it anywhere else. 

He couldn’t move, the now crumpled dashboard trapping his legs.

His head hurt something fierce and while he hadn’t checked, Kelly was certain he was bleeding.

He had no way to call for help and couldn’t hear any other cars driving by who could offer help. 

Despite the sun rising higher in the sky, the darkness overwhelming Kelly grew stronger. His last thought before giving in were of Stella and their baby.

… … …

It was just after 8:00 am when Stella made her way into the guest room turned nursery. All of the gifts from the baby shower had been placed there since they’d returned home. Stella took her time going through each gift; she separated the clothes and blankets to wash, she put the toys and books away in the spots they’d planned, and she stored some diapers away in one of the drawers before stacking the other boxes in the closet.

She was so distracted she missed the first call that came through. She caught the second one though and Stella answered when Violet’s name scrolled across her phone screen. “Hey Vi, what’s up?”

“Hey, is Severide running late by chance?”

“No… He left at like 6 this morning because he had to drop his sister off at the airport.” Stella explained. She felt a pit growing in her stomach. The clock on the wall said it was after 9:00 am. Even If there was heavy traffic, Kelly should’ve had plenty of time to get to work. “Why? What’s going on?”

“He hasn’t shown up yet,” Violet said gently. “And we haven’t been able to get ahold of him.”

“Wh-what?” Stella quickly put Violet’s call on speaker and checked to see if she’d missed any calls or texts from Kelly. Nothing. She pulled up his location and couldn’t find it anywhere on the map. “I can’t find his location.”

The sadness and growing desperation in Stella’s voice was easily heard through the phone. 

“Yeah, we tried calling him a few times before we called you but they all went to voicemails,” Violet said gently. “Let’s not panic just yet, there might be a perfectly reasonable explanation.” “Like what, Violet?”

Violet sighed. “I don’t know, but here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to come pick you up and bring you to the firehouse. We’ll figure out the next steps then but I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“Yeah, okay,” Stella said quietly, moving towards her and Kelly’s bedroom. “I’ll be ready when you get here.”

Stella hung up the phone and got dressed and ready as quickly as she could. While she waited for Violet to arrive, Stella grabbed her phone and dialed Kelly’s number. She desperately hoped Kelly would answer and tell her he was okay and this was all a big misunderstanding but all she was met with was his voicemail message. 

With a sigh, Stella sat on the bed with her phone in her hand. She blinked back the tears welling up in her eyes and tried to calm down. The pit in her stomach had only grown larger in the past few minutes but she needed to stay calm. Stress wasn’t good for the baby and the last thing Stella wanted was to stress herself into labor when she had no idea where Kelly was or if he was okay.

Kelly had to be okay, there was no other option.

Stella couldn’t do this alone.

#febwhump #sevwhump #mayday mayday #kelly severide #stella kidd #stellaride #chicago fire

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I need it

y'all, Im thinking about just HOW torn up Sev was in 11x10? like that scene where he updates 51 on her condition? he was sooooooo sad and worried! and is it wrong of me to hope we get to see Stella in the same condition in 12x11? maybe. do I hope so anyway? absolutely?

like Stella a wreck and crying and worried over Kelly? YES PLEASE! MORE PLEASE! agh!!!

#kelly severide #stella kidd #stellaride #chicago fire #i need it now

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“where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me”

#tayvis #ts ttpd #the alchemy