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hypothetically (😉) let’s say I’m working on a stellaride story.

In this hypothetical story let’s say Shay and Sev actually went through with the IVF (earlier seasons) and had a baby.

What would you name this hypothetical child?

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day nine - survivor’s guilt

notes: here's day nine! sorry its up so late but the upside, you'll get 2 stories in the same day pretty much.

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“Hello?”

A familiar voice flitted through the speaker, instantly energizing everyone in the room. “Stella.”

“Oh my God, Kelly?!” Stella grabbed her phone and pulled it closer. “Wha…but…the plane—the plane crashed. Your plane….what?!”

“I wasn’t on it. I’m OK.”

The emotion in his voice told them he was the exact opposite.

“The airline called, they told us your boarding pass had been scanned!” Stella couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Brett rubbed her back comfortingly and Stella took a breath, knowing she was getting worked up. “God, Kelly, we thought you were dead. What the hell happened?”

A sigh came from over the line and everyone could hear the shudder Kelly tried to hide. “I uh, I was on the plane at first. I made it all the way to my seat… but turns out the airline double booked a few seats including mine. The guy who also had my seat, his name was Bryan—his  wife had gone into labor with their first kid and he was trying to get home before the baby was born. So I gave him the seat.” 

“They managed to get me on a different flight that left about half an hour later so it didn’t seem like a big deal. We didn’t even know about the crash and then all of a sudden, our flight was being grounded in St. Louis. I guess American Airlines is grounding certain flights until the cause of the crash is determined. They’re trying to get everyone on different flights but there’s no telling how long that will take.”

“You weren’t on the plane,” Stella said quietly, sighing in relief. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t think any of us are okay right now, Stell.”

“Right, I know,” Stella said, sniffling. “I just…. god Kelly.”

“I know.”

Stella was crying again but this time, the tears streaming down her face were tears of relief. Stella was too emotional to keep talking but no one was ready for Kelly to hang up.

“Kelly, it’s good to hear your voice again,” Boden said. “Now is there anything we can do to help you?”

“Thanks, Chief.” Kelly paused and there was a commotion on his end of the phone. “I have to go. Make sure Stella’s okay for me until I get back?”

“You’ve got it Kelly,”

… … …

Three hours later, Kelly Severide was finally back in Chicago. The flight was easy but after the day’s events, tensions were running high for staff and passengers.

It had been the longest day of Kelly’s life. His brain wanted nothing more than to go home and sit in silence, away from everyone else, but his body and his heart wanted nothing more than to hug his wife.

Getting an Uber was next to impossible, the line wrapped through the arrivals area. Thankfully, one of the guys who sat in Kelly’s row offered him a ride and Kelly jumped at the chance.

If he got a strange look for asking to be dropped off at a firehouse, he didn’t care.

Kelly had texted Stella on the ride over, making sure she was still awake. Even though she’d said she was, he wasn’t expecting her and the rest of the crew to be waiting for him on the apron when the car pulled up to Firehouse 51.

He had barely made it out of the car before Stella had rushed to him and wrapped him in the tightest hug she could manage. It was a hug Kelly returned just as fiercely.

After a day of unimaginable loss and trauma, Kelly and Stella could both finally take a breath.

… … …

The days following the plane crash were rough. Stella was dealing with the trauma of thinking Kelly was dead by not letting her husband out of her sight and Kelly? Well, he wasn’t really dealing with it.

As more details came out about the crash, the more withdrawn Kelly became. The list of passengers and crew members who died had been released and with that came the sorrowful stories from the loved ones left behind. News stations had gotten word that there were a few original passengers on the flight who had given up their seats, narrowly avoiding the same fate as the 248 passengers and crew members, but thankfully those passengers’ names were kept under wraps.

The last thing Kelly needed was a media circus surrounding him. 

Boden gave Kelly a few days off, all but ordering him to talk to the CFD psychologist and get his head on straight. As good as Kelly was at hiding his emotions, Boden knew the man well and could read him easily. It was clear Kelly was struggling; how could anyone come that close to death and not be shaken up?

Stella took a few days off to stay with Kelly. Her nightmares about the plane crash were reason enough to take a few days off but Kelly wasn’t sleeping at all. He’d go through the motions and, even on the nights when he didn’t get out of bed for hours at a time, Stella would see the dark circles under his eyes grow darker every day. 

After the emotional comedown of learning Kelly was alive, Stella started researching survivor’s guilt. Kelly Severide wasn’t great at sharing his feelings (though he’d gotten exceptionally better in recent years) but he still felt them and Stella knew he’d be feeling this for a long time.

Survivor’s guilt was something they saw all the time as first responders and Kelly was showing a lot of the signs. 

He’d met with the CFD psychologist once already but nothing changed. He needed help, he needed to talk about everything, but Stella knew pushing him to talk wouldn’t end well. She just had to be there for him and hope he’d come to her when he was ready to talk. 

That day came the day of Bryan’s funeral. National news had been covering the plane crash exclusively and that extended to the funerals of the victims. They showed footage from Bryan’s funeral, including parts of the eulogy his widow, Vanessa, gave, and put pictures of the once happy couple and the newborn son Bryan never got to meet on the screen as her words played in the background.

It was the pictures of the baby that broke down the carefully constructed walls Kelly had put up. 

Stella had run into the living room at the sound of breaking glass. She saw Kelly’s hands shaking, glass from his broken beer bottle on the floor beside him. She hurried over to him and cupped his cheeks. “Hey, talk to me, please.”

And he did.

Like word vomit, Kelly told Stella everything running through his mind. He talked about how happy and thankful he was to be alive and home with her but those feelings were always accompanied by crippling guilt that he had survived when so many others had not. The biggest thing bothering him had been Bryan.

“I gave him the seat because he needed to get home and be there for his wife and their new baby. The backup flight would’ve gotten him to the hospital in time, or at the very least alive.” Kelly said quietly. “But I let him have the seat and now his son has to grow up without a father.”

“Hey, look at me.” Stella waited until Kelly’s weary eyes were on her before she started speaking again. “What happened to Bryan and the others was tragic and unimaginable but you are not to blame. You gave him a chance to get home to his family and I’m so sorry that wasn’t able to happen. You did a good thing and I know Bryan was grateful you gave him the chance.”

Kelly sniffled and ran a hand over his face. “I’m tired Stella. I don’t want to feel like this forever.”

“I know,” Stella answered softly. She played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “And you won’t. We’ll get you some help, get you someone to talk to, and you’ll be okay. I’ll be here with you, every step of the way. I promise.”

Despite the overwhelming and conflicting thoughts and emotions crashing over him, Kelly found himself believing what Stella was saying. She always saw the best in him—always believed in him—and if she thought he could get through this then maybe he could. 

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day seven - “I could have lost you”

notes: welcome back for day seven of febwhump! Shoutout to the anon who suggested a stellaride follow-up from Campbell showing up at the cabin! Your ask inspired this!

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The sun had just started to rise, barely peeking over the horizon of Lake Michigan, by the time Kelly and Stella arrived back at the loft. The ride home had been silent, both needing to decompress after everything that had just happened. Their honeymoon, what was supposed to be a time of peace, love, and togetherness, had ended abruptly early when a vengeful drug dealer and his brother tried to kill them.

Kelly had been their target, but neither man would’ve batted an eye if Stella had been caught in the crossfire. After all, nothing would’ve hurt Kelly more than Stella being hurt. Or killed.

It came close, too close, but thankfully Detective Pryma and the CPD had arrived just in time.

They gave a statement to Pryma, then they were separated and had to give individual statements since they had been separated during the attack. It made a long night even longer. Kelly’s statement took longer; he had the most history with Campbell and had to give a detailed timeline starting with the food truck.

While Kelly was giving his statement, one of the officers escorted Stella back into the cabin so she could grab their things. Even if the cabin wasn’t a crime scene now, they wouldn’t be able to spend the night there with all the damages. Yet another tainted memory of what was supposed to be a beautiful weekend.

It didn’t take her long. After all, they hadn’t gotten to unpacking yet.

A near-constant buzzing had Stelle reaching into her bag to find her phone. One look at the screen showed her there were dozens of missed calls and texts, all from the members of 51 and a few Intelligence members. Guess word travels fast, Stella thought.

She didn’t have the emotional energy to text everyone back individually, so she settled for sending a message in the group chat.

We’re okay.

They weren’t, not really, and they probably wouldn’t be for a long time.

Kelly finished his interview with the officer and they were given the green light to go home. Kelly didn’t move though, even as the officer walked away and Stella came closer. He just stayed still, almost statue-like, staring at the hustle and bustle of the scene in front of him. His face was bathed in red and blue lights and it allowed Stella to see the myriad of emotions playing across his face.

With a quiet sigh, Stella wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged herself to him. “Let’s get out of here.”

Kelly didn’t say anything, he just stared at Stella quietly for a moment before nodding and leading her to the car. He was quiet the whole drive home as well, He didn’t even look her way, he just kept one hand on the steering wheel and one hand either in hers or on her leg.

Stella let him stay quiet. She herself wasn’t in a particularly chatty mood and they were both still in shock from the night’s events, but she knew they needed to talk about it eventually.

It wasn’t until they got home and Kelly dropped their bags by the front door before stalking over to the fridge for a beer, shutting it a little too hard, that Stella realized their talk needed to happen sooner rather than later.

“Hey,” Stella said softly. She walked over to him and put a hand on his arm. It felt like he was shaking and she could see he was trying to fight back tears. “Talk to me.”

Kelly took another swig of his beer and swallowed hard before speaking. “I could have lost you.”

Stella gasped and tears welled in her eyes. “Kelly…”

“I could have lost you,” Kelly continued, too lost in his own thoughts and emotions to have heard Stella. “I could have lost you and it would’ve been my fault. I’m the one who got involved in this whole situation with Campbell and you got dragged into it and you could’ve…you could’ve died tonight Stella, and it would’ve been my fault.”

Stella’s heart broke for her husband. She plucked the beer bottle out of his hands, sat it on the counter, and took his face in her hands. She waited until his eyes were focused on her before speaking—she wanted to make sure he understood her. “You listen to me, Kelly Severide. What happened tonight is not your fault and nothing that’s happened since that damn food truck is your fault.”

“You’re helping police put dangerous people behind bars and get deadly drugs off the street. You’re a good man Kelly Severide.” Stella muttered, giving the last few words extra emphasis. “And you didn’t drag me into anything. I’m always going to stand with you because I love you. Okay?”

Kelly stared at Stella for a few moments, his eyes swimming with unshed tears, before nodding. Stella leaned forward and kissed him before wrapping him in a hug, one Kelly eagerly returned.

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day four - head injury

notes: welcome back for febwhump day four! Squad 3 has made it to the hospital but will they all be ok?

this storyline got away from me so enjoy part two and part three will be up tomorrow!

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The doctors in the emergency department at Gaffney Medical Center were waiting by the ambulance bay for the ambulances carrying the members of Squad 3 to arrive. They first heard about a car accident involving firefighters when Ambo 57 arrived with the delivery driver. At first, they assumed it was just another unfortunate weather-related accident but that all changed when the medical team learned the driver was drunk and caused the accident.

More and more information came out in the minutes that followed as the paramedics filled them in with what they knew. Goodwin also received a call from Boden at the scene, which gave the doctors more insight into what to expect. They were as prepped and ready as they could be to help their friends and fellow first responders, it was now just a waiting game for them to arrive.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the sound of sirens could be heard closing in on the hospital. It was go time.

… … …

Stella followed Kelly’s gurney for as long as she could. She listened as Violet and Brett fired off their assessment and detailed their care of Kelly and the precautions taken during and after extraction. 

Stella stayed as close to Kelly as she could, watching as the doctors and nurses began examining him until Maggie gently steered her out of the room with the promise to update when she could. Brett and Violet tried to get Stella to go to the waiting room, but she pivoted when she saw Cruz get rolled in, Capp and Tony walking in behind him.

“Hey,” Stella said, walking over to them. “How we doin’?”

Cruz’s arm was wrapped against his ribs and he had some butterfly bandages on some cuts on his face. Capp and Tony had similar bandages on their faces, some bigger bandages on their arms where the glass cut them, and Stella could see bruises already forming on all of them.

Cruz shrugged his good shoulder. “Pain meds have helped. How’s Severide?”

Stella shook her head. “Still unconscious. There’s definite head trauma, we just don’t know how bad yet.”

The uncertainty and fear in her voice was unmistakable. Stella Kidd was usually unflappable on calls and in the aftermath, even with the worst calls, but Kelly Severide was her kryptonite. When he was hurt or in danger, she struggled to maintain her cool.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine Lieutenant,” Tony spoke up. “Severide’s tough.”

“Yeah,” Stella said quietly. She threw Tony a small smile, knowing he was trying to soothe her nerves.

“Let the doctors check you out,” she said, directed to Capp and Tony. “We’ll be in the waiting room. Cruz, I’ll call Chloe and let her know what happened.”

“Thanks Stella.”

… … …

Stella, Brett, and Violet were waiting in the waiting room for almost an hour by the time Chloe joined them. It took her a while to find a babysitter for Javi and Otis so last minute but Stella had had kept her updated and reassured until she could get to the hospital.

The rest of 51 arrived shortly after Chloe, having finally gotten the scene cleared up. There wasn’t much of an update anyone could give them since none of the doctors had been out to speak with them yet. But it was only a few minutes later when Capp and Tony entered the waiting room.

Boden rose from his chair. “Capp, Tony, what’s the verdict?”

“No concussions, nothing broken, just bumps, bruises, and some stitches on some of the deeper cuts.” Tony answered.

“Won’t even have to miss a shift,” Capp added with a small smile.

“Glad to hear it,” Boden said genuinely. “With the Squad truck out of commission, Headquarters is working on an action plan moving forward until the truck can be replaced.”

Capp and Tony nodded and grabbed a chair with the others to wait for news on their teammates. 

Dr. Ripley came out about 30 minutes later with an update on Cruz. They were going to keep him overnight to monitor his concussion and make sure his bruised ribs didn’t cause any complications with breathing. His dislocated shoulder had been reduced and was safely back in its socket and he’d need some PT to strengthen the ligaments that had been strained.

Cruz would be off work for a few weeks, but he’d make a full recovery. Dr. Archer took Chloe back into the ED to see Cruz before he was moved upstairs to a room.

With good news on three of the four members of Squad 3, the members of 51 settled back into the waiting room chairs to wait for news on Severide.  

… … …

It was another hour before Dr. Archer and Dr. Abrams entered the waiting room with an update on Severide.

Dr. Archer looked at Stella. “Do you want to speak privately somewhere?”

Stella shook her head. Speaking privately usually meant bad news and Stella wouldn’t be able to handle that on her own. “We can talk here. They can hear whatever you have to say.”

“Alright, we’ll start from the bottom and work our way up. His right leg is swollen with deep bone bruising from where the metal had pinned him in the truck. X-rays show nothing’s broken, but we’ll take updated images when the swelling reduces. He has some concerning bruising on his abdomen and we’re keeping a close eye on any internal bleeding but so far, there’s nothing to be concerned with.” Dr. Archer started with the breakdown of Severide’s injuries. He saw everyone’s faces grow more concerned with each update he gave, and Dean was dreading telling them the more serious issues their friend was facing.

“A few of his ribs are broken but we’ve wrapped them and we’ll have one of our Respiratory Therapists work with him. His right humerus is broken as well. By some miracle, it’s a clean break and should heal perfectly without surgery. All spinal scans came back clear of any injury, but we’ll continue to take spinal precautions until he’s awake and we can run more tests.”

“He’s still unconscious?” Stella asked, her voice fearful. It’d been a while since she’d used her paramedic training but she knew Kelly being unconscious this long wasn’t a good sign. 

Dr. Abrams stepped forward. “He is. He has a skull fracture just above his right temple. It’s linear, which is the best-case scenario, but it’s caused quite a bit of swelling and pressure. We’re monitoring his ICP closely and we have him on medication to help reduce the pressure and swelling. We’ll be moving him to the Neuro ICU for monitoring and we will be ready if more intervention is needed.”

“Intervention as in brain surgery?”

“Yes, if necessary. We’re hoping to avoid that, but should we need to intervene, we’re prepared to do so.” Dr. Abrams answered.

Stella was panicked at this point and everyone could see it. Brett grabbed onto her arm to comfort her and Boden walked up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Is he going to be okay?” Boden asked, his voice thick.

Dr. Abrams and Dr. Archer were quiet for a moment and shared a look. Neither of them wanted to break the news. “At this point,” Dr. Abrams started slowly. “It’s unclear. The bruising, the broken bones…they’ll all heal with time. Neurologically? Until he wakes up and we can do more testing, we won’t know.”

Stella was unable to hold the tears back any longer. She appreciated the doctors being straight with her but she hated what they were saying. Kelly would be okay. He had to be. “Can I see him?”

“He’s going to be taken down soon for updated scans and then he’ll be moved up to the Neuro ICU. Once he’s settled, you’ll be allowed to see him.” Dr. Archer confirmed. “It should take a few hours so I recommend going home, changing out of your turnouts, maybe grabbing some food before you come back here.” 

Stella opened her mouth to say something, but Boden cut her off. “Thank you, Dr. Archer. You too Dr. Abrams.”

The doctors nodded. “When you get back just go straight up to the Neuro ICU waiting room. A nurse will take you back as soon as they can.” Dr. Abrams added before he and Dr. Archer returned to the ED.

Boden moved around to stand in front of Stella. “Stella, go home. Get changed, pack a bag, eat something. Then, you can come back here.”

“But Chief—” 

“But nothing. I know you want to be here for Kelly but you need to take care of yourself too. It’s been a hard morning, take a minute to breathe and regroup.”

She didn’t like the idea of leaving the hospital without seeing Kelly, but Stella knew Boden was right. Kelly was going to need her, and she needed to be ready. She nodded, but a fresh round of tears filled her eyes. 

Brett wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

… … …

Stella was back at the hospital after just an hour. She showered, packed a bag (including some of Kelly’s things in there), and scarfed down a quick lunch before heading back to the hospital. 

Not surprisingly, she was the first one back at the hospital. Stella checked in with the nurse behind the desk on the Neuro ICU floor and Kelly was still not back from his scans. She tried to wait it out in the waiting room but her nerves were too bad to sit there by herself. 

She texted Chloe for an update on Cruz and decided to visit them after Chloe sent her his room number. Cruz was looking significantly better, even after a few hours, and it was clear he was feeling better as well.

Stella was able to update him on Capp and Tony but when it came to updating him about Kelly, she faltered. The update Dr. Abrams and Dr. Archer had shared with her earlier still rang clear as day in her ears and she didn’t think she could get through repeating them without completely breaking down.

But Cruz idolized Kelly and was a good friend to them both. He deserved to know.

“Kelly is uh…he’s in bad shape.” Stella’s voice cracked. “The doctors don’t know what his outlook is. They won’t know until he wakes up and they can run more in-depth tests.”

“He’s still unconscious?”

Stella nodded.

“That’s not good, is it?”

“No, it’s not,” Stella shook her head and sniffled.”But they’re doing everything they can for him. They’re going to keep him in the Neuro ICU to monitor him and hopefully, once his body has some time to heal and the swelling goes down he’ll wake up.”

“Have you gotten to see him yet?”

“Not yet. They sent us home while they took him for more scans. Once he’s settled in his room we’ll be able to see him.”

Cruz nodded, then smiled to try and lighten the mood. “When you get to see him, tell them they had to cut up his beloved Squad jacket. That’ll wake him up.”

Stella laughed but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, I bet that’ll do it.”

She hung out with the Cruzes for a few more minutes before Brett texted her and informed her that Kelly was in his room and ready for visitors. Stella quickly said her goodbyes and hurried back to the Neuro ICU floor.  

By the time Stella made it back to the floor, only Boden, Brett, Mouch, Violet, and Carver had made it back to the hospital. Once Stella joined them, the nurse escorted the group of six down the hall to Kelly’s room. It was the closest one to the nurse’s station, another insight into just how serious his condition was.  

Boden and the others stayed outside while the nurse escorted Stella into the room.

They’d cleaned all the blood off of his face and stitched up the wound on his temple, just a few inches above the birthmark she loved so much. His right arm was splinted to keep the bone in place and she imagined he had similar wrapping on his ribs below the hospital gown.

The most unnerving thing was how still and quiet he was, and not in his usual brooding way.

“Dr. Abrams will be in later to go through the results of the scans, but the swelling in his leg has already started to go down. It looks like the meds are doing their job.” The nurse, Emily according to her name badge, said. She touched Stella’s shoulder in passing before she left the room. “Hang in there.”

Stella dropped her bag in the corner and moved to Kelly’s side, pulling up a chair. She grabbed Kelly’s hand and held on tight. “I love you, Kelly Severide. Come back to me. Please.”

Boden and the others lingered outside the ICU room, giving Stella a bit of privacy and time with Severide before they went in to see him. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes….then suddenly Stella shot up from her chair, alarms started blaring, and Severide’s body began to shake as nurses ran in.

“Kelly!”

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day eight - presumed dead

notes: welcome to day eight of febwhump. This one’s gonna hurt guys, sorry

TW for plane crash

part two will be posted tomorrow!

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“Text me your flight information. Maybe we’ll swing by, pick you up in 81,”

Kelly laughed sarcastically. “Oh, the O’Hare arrivals area is going to love that.”

“Fineeee,” Stella drawled, playfully. “Guess you’ll have to Uber like a normal person.”

“The horror.” Kelly’s laugh was genuine this time. “Just sent my flight info. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

… … …

It had been a quiet day for 51, and Stella hoped it stayed that way. A quiet shift meant she’d get off on time and would get to go home to her husband all the sooner.

Kelly had texted her when he made it through security and he texted her a few hours later that they’d be boarding soon. She’d texted back a “see you soon♥" with a smile on her face. Stella couldn’t wait for her husband to get home. It had been a long two weeks and, while it was significantly better than Kelly’s time in Alabama, it was two weeks too long for Stella. Even with constant texts and daily phone calls, she missed her husband something fierce. 

Violet had caught her smirk. “That Severide? He on his way home?”

“Yeah! ATF caught the guy and Kelly was able to wrap up his part of the case. His flight’s boarding in a few and in…” Stella checked the time on her phone. “Four-ish hours he’ll be back in Chicago.”

That had been two hours and a few calls ago and now they were all in the common room relaxing until dinner was ready. The TV had been playing in the background all day, providing a little ambiance and background noise for the room, but no one was really paying attention to whatever was on the screen. 

At least that was until Gibson looked up from the grill and caught sight of the breaking news story scrolling across the screen. “Whoa Mouch, turn up the volume.”

Mouch grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, seeing the BREAKING NEWS banner flash across the screen. The newscaster's voice filled the room.

“If you’re just tuning in, breaking news out of Kansas after an American Airlines flight crash landed into a field just a few miles west of the Eisenhower National Airport where it was attempting to make an emergency landing. American Airlines flight 3804 was traveling to Chicago from Tucson, Arizona and was halfway through the 4 hour flight when the pilots reported a mechanical engine failure. Emergency services are on the scene but there’s no word on the status of the 240 passengers and 8 crew members who were on board. We will continue to update as more information becomes available.”

The rest of the broadcast faded away as the crew of 51 stared at the TV in shock. 

“Tuscon to Chicago?” Ritter asked quietly. “Is that…?”

Stella scrambled to grab her phone and pull up her text conversation with Kelly. She found the flight information he sent her, then double and triple checked the message as if she hadn’t committed it to memory. Stella swallowed hard and her hands began to shake. “That’s Kelly’s flight.”

  … … …

The next hour seemed impossibly long. As soon as the news broke Boden called Headquarters and stood 51 down. Until they knew more information, none of his firefighters were going to be able to focus on the job.

Stella, Cruz, and a few other members of 51 tried calling Kelly, desperately hoping he’d answer their call. At first, Kelly’s phone would ring but it didn’t take long before his phone started going straight to voicemail.

That was the first time Stella cried.

Another news report had come across the TV. The FAA and NTSB had started their investigations into the crash and emergency crews were still searching for survivors though sadly, none had been found yet.

Pictures and footage from the crash site had made their way onto social media and the images were devastating. Surviving a crash like that would’ve taken a miracle.

And oh how the members of Firehouse 51 were desperately hoping for one.

�� … …

It was only half an hour later when they realized their miracle wasn’t coming.

Stella’s phone rang, an unknown number from Texas, and she hesitated for just a moment before she answered. On the other end of the line was a frazzled yet sorrowful American Airlines agent who confirmed everyone’s greatest fear—Kelly’s name was on the flight manifest and his boarding pass had been scanned.

A guttural sob bubbled out of Stella and her phone clattered to the floor below. Brett and Violet immediately wrapped her in a hug.

No one needed her to repeat what the caller had said; Stella’s reaction told them all they needed to know.

Kelly Severide was dead.  

There wasn’t a dry eye in the firehouse. Stella was inconsolable and others weren’t that far behind. None of them could believe what had happened; none of them could believe their friend and teammate, their leader, was dead. 

How were they supposed to get through this? How were they supposed to help Stella through this unimaginable loss? Would they get through it?

No one had any answers.

… … …

It took a while, but Stella’s sobs eventually stopped, her sadness and grief gave way to shock. She sat numbly at the table, surrounded by her team, a steady stream of tears rolling down her cheeks.

Brett had offered her a sedative, something light so she could get some rest, but Stella refused. She didn’t need to sleep—she wouldn’t be able to even if she needed to. She had to stay awake and stay by her phone, just in case.

There was still part of her hoping for that miracle.

There was still part of her that didn’t believe Kelly was dead.

She’d know if he was, she’d feel it.

And she was right.

Her phone rang from it’s spot on the table, another unknown number flashing across her screen. She answered on speakerphone, too emotionally spent to pick up the phone. “Hello?”

A familiar voice flitted through the speaker, instantly energizing everyone in the room. “Stella.”

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loving you is easy - a is for alabama

Summary: L-O-V-E is easy as A, B, C....especially if you're stellaride

aka 26 chapters of Kelly and Stella loving each other, A to Z

Notes: hi friends! I was in desperate need of some stellaride fluff, as I'm sure many of you are after this season, so I came up with this! I have an idea for B, but if you have any ideas for letters c-z, lemme know!

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things are q-word at work so I'm trying to get some writing done

BUT

nothing's clicking

send me prompts/ideas to get the juices pumping again