Lurking - Station 19 Fic

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The next morning, Travis grabbed his jacket and slipped it on as he sent Vic a text, ready to go to work. He typed Hey. Have fun last night? And then when Travis got to the door, he paused.

Zack. What if Zack's out there again? Travis swallowed, puffing out his chest a little as he slowly opened the door, peering out and scanning his porch. He held his breath and was glad when he didn't see anyone, relaxing as he closed his door and locked it, going to his car.

See? Nothing. He reminded himself again.

Travis drove to work and got his breakfast, sitting down with the rest of the crew to eat, listening to Warren ramble on about Medic One again, offering him a few side comments with the rest of the guys.

Then Vic walked in with a smile and a stride in her step and Travis sat up more when he saw her, eyebrows raising.

"Nevermind. I'll tell you tomorrow." He had told her.

"Good morning Station 19!" Vic sing-songed with a happy tone, clearly in a good mood. Travis watched her, pursing his lips together. She sat down next to him with her bagel. "Hey Trav."

"You're in a very good mood. Did you have a party with Naked-Man-Friend after you went out drinking?" Travis played it cool, trying to act as if he wasn't waiting for her to ask him about what he wanted to tell her from last night.

Vic snorted and looked away with a laugh, looking offended. "Travis! You jokester, ha ha!" She laughed loudly, glancing at everyone else. She then leaned down closer to him with a hushed voice. "Maybe."

Travis smirked at her and nodded, continuing to eat his oatmeal. "Ahhh."

"So, what did you do last night? Have any parties with Naked-Man-Friends yourself?" Vic smirked coolly at him, Travis nearly spitting out his food, giving her a look which made her laugh out loud in spite of herself.

"No Hughes. The only party I had was with myself." And Zack.....He thought about the name again, looking away. It didn't seem like Vic was too anxious to ask him what he wanted to talk about it. Maybe she forgot; she had been drinking last night after all.

"Ooh. Well next time invite me to your Me Party, okay?" Vic shot him a playful smile, getting up to grab an orange, patting his shoulder as she walked past.

Travis sat back in his seat a little, keeping to himself. Can't do that. Not if Zack's there....

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That afternoon, on their third call of the day, Travis got some cuts on his face from shards of glass while trying to get a civilian out of their burning house as flames roared around them. As soon as he and Miller got out of there, Warren pulled him aside to check him out, pulling on his arm.

Travis was catching his breath, glancing around, spotting a group of people watching nearby, not even thinking before he scanned their faces, eyes locking on the rugged-looking face of Zack and Travis quickly froze. He felt the color drain from his skin, suddenly light-headed, heart racing, wide-eyed.

Warren hadn't seen Travis react and when he turned back to face him, his eyebrows furrowed. "You're pale, Montgomery, you feeling okay?"

Travis swallowed hard and looked away, brushing Ben off his arm. "Nevermind, i'm fine."

"Hey, wait, your cuts-" Travis ignored him, quickly walking off, not daring to glance back into the crowd, quickly heading over to Victoria and Jack. He didn't say anything or listen to what they were saying, he just needed to be beside them. He watched the ground, still trying to catch his breath a little.