Station 19 one shots

Andy Herrera - Rangers Lead The Way 3/3

Truth

Pruitt was watching the game with his old team when a large parcel around the size of a footlocker arrived addressed to him. He took no notice and returned to the game. Just moments later his phone started ringing, "Herrera?" "Hello is this Pruitt Herrera?" "Yes it is," he turned the telly down to better hear the conversation, "We have some news regarding your daughter Captain Andrea Herrera affectionally known as Butterfly," "Yes what is it?" "Her unit was shelled last week, she wasn't one of the survivors. We shipped out her footlocker on the day of her passing." Pruitt didn't listen, Andy was dead. Andy was dead. He couldn't believe it, he just couldn't. The phone hung up leaving a lifeless Pruitt. "Pruitt you okay?" "No, no I'm not that was the US Army Andy's unit was under heavy fire a week ago, she was not one of the survivors. That parcel is her footlocker and personal affects," Pruitt looked down at his feet not knowing how to react. 

The men comforted Pruitt but they couldn't delay the inevitable, telling 19. He change his blue top in favour of a black one completing his all black ensemble. Out of curiosity he opened the footlocker to find 7 neatly wrapped items each labelled for someone in 19, on top of them is a leather bound notebook. He recognised it as Andy's journal, her last entry was dated and timed just 2 minutes before she died. 'I can hear the planes tearing up the sky above us, the bombs they are dropping are getting closer and closer. At some point they will hit us. I got so bored/scarred that I wrapped the things I want given to 19 when I die. I'm going to go out on post hopefully seeing what is going on will calm my nerves - Andrea.' Tears streamed down his face knowing it was her last entry. 

"Hey cap good to see you again, how's Andy doing?!" Vic cheered as they all sat down to eat, "Cap you okay?" Jack picked up on his upset demeanour, "No. Not at all," "What's up?" Ripley asked he hadn't even noticed he was there, "Andy, her unit took heavy shelling about a week ago. She wasn't one of the survivors," there faces fell as it hit them that Andy was gone. "Your lying," "I'm not her body is being flown in next week." They were speechless, just emotionless. Andy wasn't coming home...

Andy bolted awake in a cold sweat relieved her death was just a dream. For now at least. She expected to be in her bunk at 19 but she wasn't, she was in a foxhole on a stake out. Good thing she woke, been caught and it would have been dish duty. Dish duty is sent straight from hell!

Another relatively quiet week (all things considered) passed, had only a few landmines triggered nothing more really. With the peace period their Battalion Chief sent away for a special treat. Real ice cream, not powered, not freeze dried, really ice cream a scarcity in that area. It was so smooth, so creamy. It was beautiful vanilla ice cream (AN: I can't actually say vanilla 🤣 I say vi-lil-la). Andy went back to get another helping for herself and two of her friends from the nearby unit 306. She came back to the shock of her life. Both of them were shot dead by who was unclear. Andy refused to touch any sort of  ice cream unless necessary as not to bring back the painful memories.

While on the way back from a stakeout her unit got a perfect signal, "Hey Butterfly we have no one we can call that'll be awake this time of day in the states but we know you have your firehouse back in Seattle," "Your right I'll give them a call," she opened up her laptop and dialled 19. "Hey guys it's Andy," "Well for heaven sakes pick up," Maya shouted as Vic accepted the call, "Hey Andy!" 19 shouted, "Hi guys! How's things in the states?" "Good, good good, missing you thats for dam sure," Dean announced, "Andy can we meet your team?" Maya asked, "Sure! Absolutely! 1064 (her unit number)!" She announced, "19 would like to meet you, right then 19 this is my 1064. Kitty, Lofty, Pop, Obby, Moose," they all started making moose noises and sounds that could only be described as a person choking while screaming, "Alright pack it in Wellington, Congeniality and Squirrel, these are all unit given nicknames mine is Cap, Herrera or Butterfly," "Oh so two Captain Herrera's now," "Yeah. So how's my dad?" "Doing fine we've been keeping him occupied. But he's driving us crazy!" Travis snapped, "Hey Butterfly how you doing?" Sullivan announced waving at the screen, "Good all things considering," alarms started sounding on her end and then four blasts.