Marina/Stefanielle one shots

Consumed with memories of you (Marina)

Maya's POV:

Smoke. That's all I can see. Thick, heavy layers of smoke threatened to consume every inch of the building I'm in. I wasn't supposed to go back in, the constant yelling from Andy and Jack- as they tried to stop me from making my way back into the fire. However, here I am, as the noises from outside soon faded, the radio no longer working, and the fire getting closer to me after every passing minute.

You see... I didn't have to go back in, but as I stepped out of the building and was about to get checked for any injuries- I heard a scream, more like a cry for help, a plead. Begging. Not only did I realise someone was still in the house, but I realised it was a child; by the sounds of them, young. Which made me think of my own little girl, and what it would feel like to lose her. As the screams got louder and in more desperate need, from both the child inside the house, but also her father. He attempted to get closer to the near collapsed building once he heard her, which resulted in Immediately being pulled away by the other members of her team, and back to his assessment.

So above all safety for myself I pulled the mask back over my mouth, and ran into the building, not turning back once. Which brings me to now. As I'm trapped in a burning disaster, the screams of an innocent little girl getting louder as the fire got hotter. I just had to think, I was trained for this very moment. Trained to be pushed beyond limits, and trained for fires that were as extreme as this. However, all of those thoughts were lost as I notice my oxygen tank running dangerously low, considering I had only just entered the scene again. I look down at the tank hanging by my legs, watching as the levels start to drop. I could worry, but knew I didn't have time. I could panic, but know that every second spent is putting both myself and someone's daughter in danger. So, after taking some slow deep breaths, i manage to push myself further into the house, shouting out in hopes that the girl can hear me. In hopes it's not too late.

My body feels weaker, I tremble slightly, causing my body to fall, but I catch myself. luckily. The heat is getting too much. I see an available exit, but can't seem to bring my body to move. Why won't it move? I'm not panicking yet though. My job isn't over yet. "HELP" I hear, causing body to suddenly jolt into action, sighing in relief knowing that she wasn't gone. Not yet. I still have time.

I place my hands on my knees, in attempt to lift my legs from the floor. Knowing I have to be fast. It's a race against time. "HI, ITS A MEMBER FROM STATION 19, CALL OUT!" I scream over the roaring flames. I hear no response, so I follow my instinct- knowing the noise came from one of the bedrooms. It's hard to see which one belongs to who, due to the thick layers of smoke that fill my view. I get closer to what I assume is the child's bedroom, I hear soft whimpers surrounding the area. Making it clear that she wasn't far, "STATION 19 CALL OUT" I call again as i walk through the bedroom of what looks like a little girls, hoping to every god that she was in here. By the looks of things, the fire hasn't managed to destroy much of this room just yet, however I don't have long until it does, so I pace around the room, moving toys with my feet so I don't trip.

"DADDY" my head immediately turning towards the noise, squinting my eyes as I make my way towards the bed. I press my hands down against the sheets gently, knowing that sometimes when I got scared, or when I tried to hide from my dad, I would curl up in a ball under the covers, hoping they'd keep my safe. I can feel a lump, something harder than just cushion, and fabric. Slowly I remove the sheet from the bed. I gasp in relief when I see the girl, in fact curled up in a ball, hands over her head, trying to protect herself from the flames.

She looks up at me in complete horror, terrified by the situation. The soft features on her face remind me of my own daughter, her smile, her giggle. I can feel myself getting distracted, so I remove my mask and lean down to place it over her face. She wriggles a little, as I attempt to calm her down. "Listen sweetheart I'm here to take you to your daddy" I sooth, using my hands to push the loose strands of blonde hair that stick to her skin. Her eyes light up a little at hearing that, so she sits up and allows me to wrap her inside my jacket. She's the main priority now.

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Flashback:

"Bambina it's ok just try again" Carina soothed, watching as Maya attempted to change their daughters diaper, but failing miserably, as feet were kicking, and toys were being thrown, which made the task at hand very difficult for Maya. "Excuse me ma'am did you just throw your ducky at me?" Maya teased, as she moved her hands to their daughters face and softly pinched her cheeks, earning a heart melting giggle from the little girl.

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Present:

I have managed to make my way down the stairs of the burning house, dodging every flame I possibly could on the way down. My body is still weak, weaker than before, more fragile than It's ever been. I've been pushed to my limit many times in my life, track meets, my abusive father. Anything that life has thrown at me has made me stronger. However, when I stand here, in the middle of what now just looks like ash, but was once a living room, I feel the weakest I've ever felt. My mind can't help but think of Carina. Our wedding dance, our first kiss as a married couple, the honeymoon, and what came after that, our baby Sofia. A faint smile starts to form as those memories consume my mind.

Soft whimpers bring me out of my haze, bringing me back to life for just a second before I fall. Luckily the girl in my arms isn't hurt, just scared, as her cries get louder, and the pain across my body gets worse. My job isn't done yet, I can't close my eyes. Not yet. I see light. The exit. I try to force my limbs to move. Nothing. No movement. I try to yell, but again, nothing. No sound. With everything inside of me I force myself to speak. "What's your name?" I ask, realising I that I didn't ask for the girls name, as she curled up against my chest. "Sophia" she replies, making my heart ache, but a small smile appears. "My daughter is called Sophia" I whisper, using the hand that has the most movement to wipe away the tears she cried. "Ok Sophia, I need you to run, run to that door over there, tell them I'm still in here" I say, my voice cracking slightly. She pushes herself off of my chest, I think she's gone, but then feel a soft kiss against my forehead, before she leaves, and the last thing that comes to mind is the way it felt to receive those kisses from my family. My daughter and my wife.

I close my eyes, as the pain is no longer there. Just memories.

An: sorry for the depressing story... but yk what better way to make an reappearance that to attempt to make you cry. IM BACK GUYS.