BxB One Shots [Lyle & Syll]

House fire AU

Flames. All there was were flames. I wasn't thinking right. All I was thinking is to get my puppy Crowley. My family didn't pop into my mind. I should've thought about them. The heat surrounded me. It was terrible. Crowley was trembling in my arms. "HELP!" That was all I could've screamed. I was yelling out of my bedroom window. I pressed Crowley against my chest to be certain he was still there. I made sure he got enough fresh air so he would survive. I could hear my parents scream. It was a terrible sound. People were watching from the streets but they were doing nothing to keep me save. There were some people calling what I guess was 911. "HELP ME PLEASE." I started getting desperate. "ANYONE." I looked back over my shoulder but there was no way to go. All my stuff was slowly burning. I looked if there was something close to me that could maybe save me. It's stupid I mean I am on the second floor nothing will save me. Then I noticed my family picture. I picked it up and put it in my backpack that was next to my feet. It was probably filled with some books but I didn't care.

There was a siren. People started shouting at me. "Help is on there way!" I looked out to see my friend Lyle with tears in his eyes. He didn't say much and was far back from the group of people. The man who shouted at me that help was on their way kept repeating it.

I didn't care if I died, but Crowley definitely couldn't die. He was only ten weeks old. I can't let this happen to him. Smoke started irritating my eyes and in a reflex I covered Crowleys eyes with my hand. "I am gonna keep you save little bud." I told him and kept holding him close. Because of the smoke I started coughing heavily. I couldn't see much but I did see some sort of a firetruck making his way to my house.

"Are there any people inside!?" I heard someone yell. I didn't regonize it as anyones voice but I sure as hell knew I wasn't going to hold out here long.

"There is a kid right there." Some people said.

"HELP. I'VE GOT A DOG!" What? Maybe throwing in the fact that I have a puppy in my hands would make them go faster.

"WE'RE GOING TO GET YOU OUT OF THERE HOLD ON!" My visible skin was burning from the heat of the fire. Because it was midnight I was wearing my sleepwear, but that isn't really important right now. I could hear alot of talking outside. My parents screams haven't stopped yet. Then a Firefighter appeared in front of me. His hands reached out to me.

"Take my dog!" I yelled at him. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted Crowley save.

"Listen to me! Hold your dog well. I'll pick up and then you'll be save!" I did what be told me to and I felt him pick me up. My bare feet touched the metal of the ladder of the firetruck. The Firefighter told me to walk down the ladder and again I did as he told me to. My feet were now on the ground and I could see my house going down in flames. There was so much happening so many people were here. "You're save kid. Get yourself checked at the friendly people from the ambulance." I nodded and walked to the ambulance.

"How are you feeling?" I heard someone say somewhere. "Hello talk to me. What's your name?"

"His name is Syllvester Daniels." A familiar voice chimed in.

"Lyle..." I choked out before breaking down into tears. Lyle was standing next to the woman who asked me questions and looked at me with alot of worry in his eyes. I held Crowley close to me, not wanting to let go of him.  "Mom and dad are dying. I have to get back."

"Syll. Listen you can't go back. They are doing everything they can." He gave me a quick hug. "Now they are going to check your health alright?" I nodded.

"Here hold Crowley. Don't lose him. He is worth my whole life."

"I will not lose him. Also give your bag." I handed Lyle my bag and Crowley afterwards. He held him close in his arms. I watched both of them as the nurse checked me. My two favorite people were together. It made me feel a sense of comfort and it calmed me down a little. I was not paying any attention to the nurse or whatever she was doing. All I could see was the little dark gray and white fluff ball in the arms of the tough bad boy