911 and 911 Lone Star One Shots

Officer L. Williamson

Trigger warning ⚠️: mentioned/implied drug abuse, attempted suicide, scars, self harm, 

HAPPY ENDING!!!!

The smartly dressed New York City Police Officer wandered back and forth on the conference room stage packed with Austin Texas police officers. The banner next to the podium read 'Suicide Prevention Officer Training', most were there because they had to Carlos was highly interested however. He had his own personal suicide support training, so he didn't have to be here, but he'd learnt to help TK through his own troubles not the general public. The man spent hours discussing the top tips, one though obscure stuck out to Carlos, relate to them. "What's the most memorable case you've dealt with," Officer L. Williamson's eyes glassed over slightly as he recalled many years one case that has just stuck with him over the years, "It was about 13 years ago, I was dispatched to a teen sat on a roof top with slit wrists. I was closer than the fire brigade so I responded. The kid was 16 and looked like he had seen a lifetime of stress already. His pupils were blown out an indication he was on drugs as well further complicating the situation, he was still holding the razor. Fire brigade took seemingly forever. Convinced the kid to put the blade down and somehow wrestled him away from the edge. He scratched me," he rolled his sleeve up, "I had it tattooed not long after, I wanted to never forget that kid, I never found out his full name I just knew him as TK, "I would do anything to find out how TK is doing now or even if he is still alive, I heard a rumour he had moved from Austin but those same rumours took me all over the east coast."

Carlos shot up to his feet in the middle of the room, other officers stared at him as he made his way to the front of the room, "Yes Officer Reyes?" Williamson asked a little dumbfounded, "Officer Reyes?" He didn't think it through in the slightest, it was an involuntary response to piecing together the few details he had, it had to be his TK, it has to be. Carlos hugged him, whispering, "Thank you," over and over again in his ear, "Officer Reyes you are most very welcome but it would be great if you tell me what you're thanking me for?" Williamson asked clueless, "The boy you saved 13 years ago was 16 year old Tyler Kennedy 'TK' Strand, my husband, thank you for keeping him alive," "So he is still alive?" Williamson asked, voice was shaky, tears were threatening to leak from his eyes, "He's very much alive, he still struggles as you do but he's alive and thriving," Williamson hugged Carlos tight. "Do you mind sitting back down but we need to talk further please," the desperation was so clear.

The last few minutes of the presentation was on a slightly happier note now that the good news had filled the room.

Carlos didn't mention to Williamson that TK was picking him up at the end of that shift, 'Hey TK do you mind coming in please baby,' he texted his husband, confused TK came inside and was shoved to the side a little by exiting police officers. "How can I contact TK please?" Williamson asked softly, Carlos pressed a hand to his shoulder, "Williamson I'll take you too him," "Carlos you don't have to and it's Leroy," he drew a slow but deep breath and sheepishly followed Carlos through the hustle and bustle of Austin station. "Hey baby," TK smiled his face lighting up, Leroy took a step forward but TK didn't recognise him straight away, "Hear him out baby please," Carlos begged, good thing TK's open minded, "Hi TK you probably don't remember me but I remember you," he rolled his sleeve up revealing the tattooed scratch, it hit TK then, "Leroy?" "You remembered my name," he muttered to himself, "Of course I remembered you Leroy," TK hugged him tight, "You saved my life, I wouldn't be here living it if it weren't for you," they steadily pulled apart.

"My have you grown," he stepped back, "Entertain an old man stand next to each other please," Carlos moved closer to TK sliding an arm around his waist, "The cutest couple I've ever seen," he wanted to ask something but his words got stuck in his throat, "You want to ask something don't you?" TK asked, "Yes, can we catch up? I, I want to keep in contact if that's alright with you?" TK glanced at Carlos, "I would like that very much."

TK and Leroy went for coffee the next day, it was a warm morning and he had had a shift the previous day so he was a little tired but powered through with sheer excitement. Wearing a short sleeved t-shirt was second nature to him now, his scars are his battle wounds proof he survived, no dirty look can take that away from him. TK fidgeted with the hem of his shirt while waiting for Leroy in the small coffee shop he loved going to with Carlos. Leroy came in and sat down, the first few minutes were painfully awkward but once the storm cleared it was smooth sailing, TK told Leroy about his life and Leroy did the same, Leroy even has a son named TK that's how much of an impact TK unknowingly had on him. Talking brought a lot of closure to the both of them.

Carlos saw a notable change for the better in TK after that day, he certainly seemed more at peace. They laid together that night, TK's heart wasn't pounding anymore and he slept soundly for the first time in a long time.