Songs & Fire [Brett and Casey]

Save You

Save You

Song: Save you by Turin Brakes (Check this one out! It's great.)

Tired eyes, maybe you've seen too much

Tired heart, every end has a start

If you find yourself in trouble, falling off the track

Would you come back?

Would you come back?

Would you come back?

Black. That's all Brett saw when she opened her eyes. Black. Black everything. "What happened?" "Where is everyone?" She urgently asked herself.

All Brett could hear was this incessant ringing in her ears. Finally, gaining the strength, Brett slowly eased herself up into a seated position on the cold, lonely concrete floor. Heavy, black clouds gathered all around her. Feeling as if she'd been sitting beside a blazing fire for hours, Brett let out a wretched cough that echoed and carried for miles.

Brett sat there for what seemed like hours, but in reality, had only been one minute and twenty-eight seconds since she opened her eyes trying to remember what happened. "Fire. Fire. Mattress Fire?"

Suddenly, Brett gasped and jerked her head around looking for Foster, Boden, and...Casey. "Are they okay? Where's the rest of my family?" She begged the higher powers above.

"Brett?" She distantly heard.

"Chief?" Brett answered relieved.

"Brett, are you okay?" "Are you injured?" Chief Boden yelled.

"No. No. I'm fine. Just a little banged up. How's everyone else?" She asked.

Silence carried like a flood breaking way.

"Chief?" Brett hesitantly called.

"We're not sure Brett. We've only heard from you, Severide, Mouch, and Otis."

"Not Casey?" Brett asked herself and only herself. As her radio started to come back to life with Chief Boden's strong, powerful voice.

"Brett, stay where you are. The blast threw you a couple of yards away, and now the only way to you is blocked."

"Okay. I'll stay here. Just, please keep me updated." Brett pleaded.

"I will. Stay safe; we're coming for you."

Before Brett could respond the radio shut off just as quickly as it came on. The smoke, which had clouded the room, had now started to rise. She looked around looking for anything, anything to save her but saw nothing. Until her eyes caught a brown looking object sitting straight up along the grey rocks and rubble.

"What is that?" "It looks like...boots." She whispered.

Swiftly getting to her knees, Brett crawled over until she was right over what was a pair of boots.

"Oh my God!" She rushed out.

It turns out the boots weren't just any pair of boots. They were a perfect pair of FireField size eleven and half-boots. Boots that had dust all over them. Boots that also had the initials M.C. on the bottom. Boots that belonged to Matthew Casey.

Time will save you

You don't need to save yourself

Time will save you

You don't need to save yourself