more than i can hold in my heart.

fires can burn, but a little flame can warm you up

A tries to make dinner and almost burns the kitchen down and that's how they meet cute firefighter B

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Miranda has never been a good cook.

Her parents knew it, all the men she'd ever dated knew it, Webber knew it, Callie knew it, even she knew it.

So, when her apartment almost burns down because she was stupid enough to think she can cook, it was really no surprise.

She doesn't know how it happened. All she was doing was following what they said, and when she glanced at the pan, and it was burning, and there was smoke, and she was coughing and then the firefighters were there.

It was a whole blur. She's pretty sure, she fainted sometime between inhaling the smoke and the firefighters arriving.

And he woke her up.

"Ma'am, ma'am, are you alright?" A voice called to her as she gained consciousness.

Her eyes fluttered open, and her gaze landed on a beautiful man.

"Ma'am, I'm a firefighter. Can you get up?" His mouth moved, but she barely heard his question.

"What?" She shook her head, coughing slightly. Oh God, her throat felt so sore and scratchy.

The firefighter's forehead wrinkled in a frown, and put his arms under her. She frowned. "What the-

He carried Miranda bridal-style, and she could barely hear water rushing out of a hose. She was still a little disoriented, but it was slowly coming back to her.

Her stove lit up on fire, and then there was smoke, and then it was dark. That's it.

So, there was a fire.

Miranda stared at the man carrying her. He was handsome, and tall. Most likely a very strong man if he could carry her like she weighed nothing. She smiled softly.

Soon, they were outside, and she glanced back at her house. It didn't look like it suffered much damage, but smoke was coming out of every window.

The firefighter put her down and grabbed her arm. "Ma'am, you were in a fire. Can you tell me your name?"

Miranda gulped, her throat feeling like it was burnt, and maybe it was. "Miranda," she rasped. "Dr. Miranda Bailey. I'm a surgeo-

She coughed slightly. "I'm a general surgeon at Grey-Sloan."

He nodded. "My name is Ben Warren. And well, I suppose you know the protocol? You need to get checked out."

Miranda nodded. "I know."

"I'm a surgical firefighter. I'll check you out."

At his words, his eyes roamed down her body, and she blushed. She was just in a fire, but why was she feeling this way? About her firefighter, no less?

Ben pulled out a flashlight, and checked inside her mouth. "I think you got some smoke inhalation. We have some oxygen here, just a sec. Stay here."

He went away, and she sat at the bottom of the rig. After a few seconds, he came back, with a small oxygen tank.

"Here," he carefully put the mask over her, and turned the oxygen up.

Miranda's lungs were so thankful, and she felt like she was on drugs. "Thank you." Her voice was muffled but she knew he understood.

"No problem." He smiled at her, and her stomach filled with butterflies. "But you still have to get checked. I think some of the smoke did some damage to your throat."

She agreed, and they were silent for a while. "Do you think my house is still intact?"

Ben nodded, looking at her then, to her house. "Yeah. It looked like it was only in the kitchen, and didn't spread anywhere else. It was really easy to control. I'm glad we got there in time."

"By the way, can I ask what you were cooking?" He looked back at her.

Her face flushed again, and she was glad the mask was obscuring his view. She took the mask away from her face. "I don't even know. Just dinner. I was trying, but I'm not really a good cook. Terrible, in fact."

They chuckled. "That's good that you tried, but I don't think you should try again."

Miranda scoffed, and hit his shoulder playfully. "That's rude and unkind, sir, but very true."

Ben laughed. They were quiet again for a few seconds, and now, he opened the conversation. "You know, maybe I could come over some time and help you cook."

She raised an eyebrow. Was he really offering to come over to hers? To make her dinner? "And why would I allow you into my home?"

He shrugged, with a smirk that heated her up between her legs. "I can cook. And if there was a fire, you'd have me. It completely makes sense."

"So, you're asking me out by inviting yourself to my house?" She put her mask back for a few seconds, and inhaled some oxygen.

"Exactly." He sat closer to her. "Do you accept?"

She smiled. "Maybe."

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a/n: sooo i hide in twt a lot, but never interact with benley/bailey stans but i watch all these fancams/edits and i was inspired so i started editing & i think i did pretty well im just shy hngg and idk how to show yall

anywayyy hope yall like this chapter ❤

-jyka💕