Station 19 one shots

Untold Stories 1/2

After a rough five alarm in a tower block 19 pulled back into the station looking for showers and most importantly food. But first they had to get rid of a nosy bystander, Vic froze recognising that face. "What are you doing here? I thought I told you to leave me alone? Rhetorical question," she was pissed but still had her character intact, "You know SM that you can't not attend the meetings. You know what will happen otherwise," "I know but my workplace come on! Could of thought in a million different places!" 19 crept past the two fighting baboons. 

Vic appeared a few minutes later with the newbie trying to keep up and talk to her, "Why do you keep following me? Can't you just leave me alone?" "Vic you didn't show up to meetings/appointment today, check the time and date," just to get him to shut up she did as asked. Her face went pale before looking up to look Toby in the eyes, "Shoot I was meant to get my monitor changed today," "You realised, good thing I came." Vic rolled her eyes as she undid her shirt then roll up her sleeve, carefully she pulled off a sock covering her shoulder. It revealed a patch covering a raised bit of skin. 19 watched intently as the Toby dude pealed off the patch and replace whatever was underneath it. "What is that for?" "PTSD and anger disorders, everyone where I am from has to wear one," Vic replaced the layers and tried to return to some kind of normality.

Vic's POV

Well 19 know now. They don't know the full story but they know enough to make assumptions. You see I am from an island called Rodina (Rod-di-na, Family in Slovak), where everyone could feel safe, where everyone could belong, not matter there skin, no matter where there from. They didn't judge on how you looked on the outside, only how you acted and how good your soul was. It was a beautiful place full of peace and harmony. I loved running around the roads playing football with my friends, waving to the postman and cooing at the firefighters/fire engines. Everybody assumes that the name you are born with is what everyone calls you. Not the case with the Rodinan's but I'll get to that later. 

When I was 8 years old a group of 'peace makers' came to our island but they were anything but peaceful. They took over our island, in slaved it's residents and overall ruined our lives. Us children were taken to fill there armies and to fight off people coming to our rescue. It was living hell. When I was 16 the US came to our rescue liberating the island but in there revenge our attackers let off a nuclear bomb underground. Our island was declared uninhabitable and we were evacuated. I still remember that day clearly, we were celebrating our eventual liberty when the word spread. As it was just me now as my parents were murdered and my sister shot for attempting to escape. I took as many photos, albums and sentimental value items as I could. My most prized possession was my farther's butterfly snow globe that he used as a paperweight. Before I moved in/married Luke it sat proudly on my mantle but now it's on our dressing table. Luke knew of my past but it was a touchy subject. As repayment our people were Americanised which included changing our names, us kids with no parents were to take the surnames of our first foster parents. Mine were Ferlicity and Adam Hughes, they were the ones that suggested my name to be changed to Victoria as most people called me Vic. My birth name is Vixan Ohana, I know Lilo and Stitch reference I get that a lot. Or at least I used to.

Everynow and again we would have surprise questioning where the government would ask us things like our birth name and birth place, if we answered wrong or anything Rodina related they would beat us to 'teach us a lesson'. I was one of few who out of habit answered Tamar, Rodina as my place of birth and Vixan Ohana for my birth name, it just came out. We wanted rebellion, we wanted our freedoms back. The monitors didn't help with that, all the child soldiers were forced to have one by the RROCS (Recovery and Rehabilitation Of Child Soldiers), everyone knew it was for there own good to manage stress levels but we couldn't help but feel like a dog on an extendable lead, you can only go so far.