9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lone Star one shots (mostly angst)

31: The 126⚠️

•Title: "Surprise, it's a girl"

•Requester:

•Warnings: talk of abuse

•Inspiration: I randomly thought of this. I've been switching between fandoms with the prompt, but thought TK would be adorable as a big brother to her.

•Type: I'm not really sure

A/N: Okay, so I will be introducing a character I've created. If you read any of my books, you may read her name again. Her story and last name may change depending on the plot, though.

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It's two hours or so into the shift when she walks into the station. Her dark hair, that usually reaches her waist, is twisted neatly into two tight French braids. She is wearing a purple tank top that ends about three inches above her hips. Her legs are covered by dark blue skinny jeans. She is wearing a silver heart shaped pendant on a matching chain. Her black ankle-high boots have a one inch wedge heel that click against the floor as she walks. She has a duffle bag, an old ratty one, slung over her head and resting on her hip. As she moves, she feels it bump her leg just slightly.

"Can I help you, ma'am?"

"Hi," she looks to the woman that's wearing a paramedic uniform, "I'm looking for Captain Owen Strand."

"Oh," the woman looks behind her, where other people are now watching the two, "he's busy right now."

A man with dark brown hair and a paramedic uniform walks over, "I'm his son, though. Is there something I can help you with?"

"His son? I'm sorry, I wasn't aware he had a son," she looks at her feet for a second before making eye contact with him again, "I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry."

She starts to walk away before he speaks again, "why don't you wait with us for him to be available? It shouldn't be long."

She turns back around, "are you sure? I really don't want to impose."

"I'm sure," he says with a bright and kind smile.

She follows the man as they walk up the stairs, where the others continued doing what they had been. The man ushers her to sit at the table while he sits in a seat around the edge of the curved table. The other people come a bit closer and look at her.

"So, why are you here?" a taller man in a southern accent-the only one that really has an accent-questions.

"I need to speak with Captain Strand," she responds simply.

The man sitting at the table is the one to speak, "why is that?"

she takes a deep breath, "my name is Ariella McCoy. I believe I'm your sister."

"Oh, crap," a woman in a firefighter uniform and hijab says quietly.

"Y-you're my sister?"

"Yes," Ariella says softly, "my mother, Melissa McCoy, and Captain Strand met seventeen or so years ago. Nine months later, I was born. My mom didn't tell me his name for sixteen years-only that he is a fire fighter."

"That's not possible," the man says in disbelief.

"Actually, it is," the firewoman says, "your parents would have been broken up. It's completely possible that your dad hooked up with someone."

The man sighs but nods, "well, Ariella, it's nice to meet you. I'm TK," he says, "to be honest, I've always wanted a sister," the group laughs, "those guys are Marjan Marwani, Mateo Chavez, Judd Ryder, and Paul Strickland. They're the firefighters of the 126. Those two, Nancy and Tommy, and I are the paramedics."