I Love You No Matter What (A 911 Lone Star fanfic)

A much-needed conversation

"Everything I have done was to make you proud papa but no matter what I do I am a failure," I scream at the top of my lungs to the man who supposedly loved me.

"It's not about that. I was supposed to protect you," My dad yells back. Well, his idea of protection was to lock me up. Deep down I know I should not have gone to that party but I had questions that needed answering.

"What if I don't need your protection?" I snap back as I head to my room. Something tells me that I am going to regret my actions later. The thing is my brother gets to live his life so why can't I? With the force of a hurricane, I slam and lock the door before collapsing into my bed. I bury my head into my pillow. My sobs are only interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Papa, if it's you go away," I called out.

"Hermanita it's me Carlos," Of course it has to be the last person that I want to see. Before I can respond I hear the sound of the door knob rattling. The next thing I know Carlos manages to break down the door. Instead of saying anything he sits on the end of my bed.

Pain. It comes in two forms. Physical and emotional. Right now I am suffering from wounds that were inflicted by a serial arsonist. He also dealt a lot of emotional pain but the good thing that came from it is the fact that it forced me to reflect on the past nine years. I am ready to try and heal my relationship with my dad.

"Hermano?" I whisper. Unfortunately, the physical injuries have taken their toll.

"Yes, Tristain?" Carlos responds as he springs to action.

"Can you get Papa? I think I am ready to forgive him," I announce. The look on Carlos' face softens. I can tell that he is relieved. Nine years is too long and if I wait any longer I am only going to make things worse. With that, Carlos ducks out of the room. After a few minutes of waiting he comes back with dad who looks like he is embarrassed. He goes for the invisible itch on his neck.

"Papa, I'm sorry. I didn't realise that you still loved me," I out right apologise.

"Look Hija I know I haven't been there to support you but when I saw your name in the list of people at that party I freaked out. Not because of the fact you are bi but because I found out something about that party that scared me. It reminded me of the fact that it is my job to protect you even when you hated me," My dad explains. The look on his face says everything

"I never stopped loving you because you were different," Dad adds for good measure.

"That's why I'm sorry dad. It just took me nine years to see it," I counter. What dad does next catches me by surprise. He tries his best to give me a hug. Despite the awkwardness of the hug I am happy to receive it. It was at that moment that I felt a sharp pain through my \back. I try my best to grit my teeth but my best is not enough.

"Oww. Careful Papa," I snap as a sharp pain shoots through my back.

"Sorry. Umm... I guess we'll continue this once you've been discharged," my dad remarks. He is a little flustered. I can't blame him as he wants to catch up with me. What can I say that hasn't already been said? Let's just say there are a few things that I want to say but they can wait.

It has been a week since then and I have been given the go-ahead to start work. Of course, Owen and Tommy have me doing light duties. I am not complaining as the wound on my back is still giving me issues. The good thing about being a paramedic in Austin is the fact paramedics only run into the fire if there is no other way to rescue people and that happens rarely. Right now I am making sure the inventory is done for Tommy. I decided to get it out of the way early since I arrived early.