Songs & Fire [Brett and Casey]

Always Remember Us This Way

Always Remember Us This Way

Song: Always remember us this way by Lady Gaga

WARNING: Kinda a sad one.

*Thank you to my writing buddy, one-chicago-obsessed, for suggesting I do this song! If you haven't had the chance yet, make sure you check out the collab we did named 'Brett & Casey: Love and Life', it's posted on both Fanfiction and Wattpad!

That Arizona sky burning in your eyes

You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire

It's buried in my soul like California gold

You found the light in me that I couldn't find

So when I'm all choked up

But I can't find the words

Every time we say goodbye

Baby, it hurts

When the sun goes down

And the band won't play

I'll always remember us this way

The whole firehouse had been stationed at this small house fire for about three and a half hours. It was one of the worst ones Brett had ever seen. By the time they arrived the husband was outside shouting for help. He had to leave the house in such a rush, due to the flames, that he didn't even have time to search for his beloved wife. He could only assume and pray that she had made it outside before him. But she didn't. The husband was the only one who survived.

"Please help my wife. She's still inside, she's still inside. Please." Cried the young married man as he quickly ran up to Chief Boden and Casey.

Chief Boden quickly grasped the man, "Sir, we're going to do everything we can. I'm gonna take you over to our medics now so they can look you over."

"Please. Please, help her. I can't lose her." Begged the man.

Casey and his team, along with Severide's, quickly geared up and prepared for a rescue mission. While in the back of the ambulance Brett and Foster were trying to negotiate with the young, frightened man.

"Sir, please, we really need to go ahead and get you to med. Those burns look really bad, and I'm quite worried about the bump on your head where you fell." Said Brett as she continued to take the man's vitals.

"No. No, I'm not going anywhere until I know that Charlie's okay."

Brett and Foster only looked at each other and slightly nodded. Both were touched by the man's undying love for his wife.

"What's your name, Sir?" Asked Foster as she continued to hand Brett bandages for the man's severely burned wrist.

"Adam." He sadly answered.

"Okay, Adam. How did you and your wife meet?"

"We were both thirteen. I met her in science class, and I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was so nice and always helping others. I think that's what made her want to become a teacher. All of her students love her; she teaches third grade at Brookside elementary. Heck, I think she loves those kids more than she loves me sometimes. She's always talking about them. You'd think they were all her own.

Brett looked up at the man, "Do you all have any kids?"

The man sadly looked down at the ground, "No, we're trying though. We decided last week, when we were celebrating her twenty-fifth birthday, that we really want to start trying now. We had a miscarriage about a year ago. And we thought we just weren't meant to have kids after that. Then last week she just decided that no matter what we were going to try."

Brett nodded before standing up, "I'm gonna go see how they're doing so we can get you to the hospital."

Brett made her way out of the ambulance and over to Boden.

"Chief, when do you think they...." Brett never finished the rest of that sentence.

Lovers in the night

Poets trying to write

We don't know how to rhyme

But, damn, we try

But all I really know

You're where I wanna go

The part of me that's you will never die

So when I'm all choked up

But I can't find the words

Every time we say goodbye

Baby, it hurts

When the sun goes down

And the band won't play

I'll always remember us this way

Charlie, the wife of Adam, never stood a chance. She was locked in the laundry room the whole time fire engulfed her house. The corner said it was a quick death. The one thing that all of the firehouse could not get out of their ears was the screams of Adam as he watched Casey carry his dead, limp wife out of their black, burnt beloved house.

Brett didn't know what to do, so she watched with sad eyes as the heartbroken man fell to the ground screaming his dead wife's name. How she would get that out of her head, she didn't know.

That's not the only thing that stuck with her though. Right before they took the man back into the ambulance to calm and stabilize him he said that he never got to tell his wife he loved her for the last time. Now that struck a chord in Brett.

'What if I don't get to tell Casey I love him? What if he dies and I don't tell him? How could I live with that?' Brett asked herself as she and Foster rode in numbing silence back to the firehouse from med.

Just as Foster finished pulling into the firehouse, Brett rushed out of the ambulance and inside ready to carry out her search of finding the love of her life.

It seemed like forever until she finally found him in his office at his desk doing paperwork.

"Hey, how was the drop off to..."

Casey wasn't able to finish that sentence because as soon as Brett stepped foot into his small office she wrapped him in her arms and kissed the life out of him.

"I love you." She whispered.

Casey looked down at her and smiled, "I love you too."

When I'm all choked up

But I can't find the words

Every time we say goodbye

Baby, it hurts

When the sun goes down

And the band won't play

I'll always remember us this way, oh, yeah

When you look at me

And the whole world fades

I'll always remember us this way

Thanks again, one-chicago-obsessed! Make sure you all check out our collab!