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[fitpacs]

An Angel Saved His Life (but he’s really a lifeguard)

Summary: Pac, the lifeguard, saves the life of a floundering Fit. Fit misconstrues the situation, and thinks Pac is a literal angel.

Genres: Alternate Universe, First Meeting, Humour

Part 1 of the birthday (not so) surprise for the beloved @iridescentpull <3

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When Pac was younger, and he was asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, he used to say a scientist, an inventor, someone to break new ground and change the world.

And as he sits now, in his little tower in the middle of the beach, leaning back in his chair with his legs resting against the desk, mindlessly watching a sitcom rerun, he wonders if younger him would be proud.

But younger him didn’t have bills and debts to worry about, and not to mention didn’t have prejudice against him and his job prospects halved as a result of only having one biological leg left.

But, ever resilient, the inert desire to prove everyone wrong worked in his favour - breaking multiple records during his lifeguard training, and earning him a permanent position on the most sought after area of the beach.

It’s a cushy job, mostly he just needs to keep an eye on the countless tourists that flock to the beach, paddle in the sea for a few hours, then leave. He also hands out the rentable inflatables, which is where most of his interaction comes from on a daily basis, for some reason people like to stick around and chat with him - the fact he’s heard the phrase ‘hot lifeguard’ a handful of times definitely has not damaged his ego.

It’s a particularly peaceful day, he’s barely had to move from his chair, and has managed to get through four episodes of a long-running series that Mike has been insisting he watches.

The show’s main couple have just started to realise their feelings may run deeper than friendship, when a shrill scream pieces the peaceful atmosphere.

It’s followed by another, and is joined by other shouts and squeals.

He hears someone scream “lifeguard” and jumps up from his chair, sending it flying backwards and hitting the back wall.


He grabs his whistle and board and sprints out of the tower.

People are already running towards him, speaking over each other, but he ignores them, keeping his focus solely on the body of water.

Countless people stand in the shallow waters, shouting to whoever is in danger, but thankfully all move out of the way as Pac blows consistently on the whistle.

One of his colleagues from further down the beach is sprinting over, blowing their own whistle, and encouraging the beachgoers to stand back.

With a deep breath Pac sprints into the sea, and with a little dive he begins swimming towards the person in danger, who at the moment is only identifiable by a single arm above the water.

He’s propelled along by his adrenaline, and is thankful he never skips a workout day, otherwise his muscles would be screaming at him at this point.

But instead he glides through the water with ease, and manages to sweep the man onto board with little effort, and before he even knows it they’re back on the shore, before Pac even realises what he was doing, acting entirely on instinct.

Thankfully, his colleague has managed to shepherd all beachgoers away from the shore.

The chest compressions thankfully have their desired effect, a steady stream of seawater leaving the other man’s mouth with a hearty cough.

Knowing the man is alive gives Pac a much needed second to relax - the man isn’t bleeding, from what he can see, but there is a faint bruise on the side of the man’s bald head that will most definitely be darkening over time, which explains how he probably ended up in the situation he did.

But, and arguably the main thing Pac notices, is the man is undeniably attractive - and, given the fact the man isn’t a corpse and is very much alive, Pac lets himself think that thought openly.

When the man finishes coughing, and the seawater stops pouring out of him, his eyes flutter open then go wide as saucers.

Pac pushes his hair out of his eyes and smiles down at the man. “Hi there,” he says, and the man just blinks at him.

“Holy shit,” the man says, voice raspy.

And Pac didn’t really know he could be attracted to a voice until this exact moment.

“Do you know what happened?” Pac asks, sitting down on the sand as opposed to being on his knees, as the adrenaline is wearing off and his muscles are now beginning to ache.

The man looks around from where he lays motionless on the sand. “I-“ he swallows thickly, but keeps his eyes trained on Pac. “I have no fucking idea what’s happening.”

Pac holds up three fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

The man blinks. “Three,” he says, pressing his lips together for a moment. “Three slender fingers.”

The medic comes running over at that point, and Pac sits back as the medic gives the man a check-over, and thankfully concludes that there are no major issues, and says after a few hours’ rest in the lifeguard tower the man should be fine to leave.

And so Pac scoops the man up, still running the man’s use of the word ‘slender’ over in his mind, and lays him on the hammock in the corner of the lifeguard tower, all the time with the other man watching him with widened eyes.

“Holy shit,” the man says again, as Pac lays him down with ease.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Pac asks, smiling down at him again.

“Fit,” the man says, and swallows. “My name’s Fit.”

“Well, Fitch,” Pac takes a seat beside the hammock, sitting backwards on the chair so he can rest his arms across the top of the chair. “You had a lot of people worried.”

“Fitch?” Fit repeats a couple of times. “Is that how it’s supposed to be pronounced?”

“I mean, it’s how I pronounce it,” Pac laughs.

“I like it,” Fit nods. “Sounds kind of… angelic?”

He locks his gaze on Pac’s, it’s tense but not in an uncomfortable way by any means.

“If you say so,” Pac laughs again. “Are you okay, though? Nothing hurts too bad?”

“I’m so good,” Fit nods decisively. “I have to say I was not expecting you to be the first thing I saw.”

Pac shrugs. “Yeah, people have said that to me a few times before.” He smiles, remembering the various times he’s been referred to as ‘hot lifeguard’.

“I was just expecting, I don’t know,” Fit presses his lips together. “To have to sign in? Sign some papers or something?”

Pac shakes his head. “I’ll take care of that, just a few questions about you that i’ll send over to my boss. You just focus on relaxing, the hard part is over.”

“Your boss?” Fit asks, tilting his head the side. “What’s your boss like?”

Pac shrugs. “Older guy, doesn’t usually get involved and makes everyone else do all the hard work.”

Maybe he has a grudge against his boss for underestimating him when he first completed his training, and maybe that’s still his underlying reason for trying his hardest at absolutely everything - news of Fit’s rescue is going to be one of the biggest forms of fuck you that Pac could send.

Fit tuts. “Yeah, that adds up to what I always thought.”

Pac tilts his head to the side in confusion. “You know my boss?”

Fit shrugs. “Never cared enough to get to know him personally, kind of why i’m surprised i’m here.”

“What do you mean? Everyone deserves to be saved.”

Fit studies him for a moment. “I’m glad you think so, many people where i’m from didn’t think the same, especially when it came to people like me.”

“People like you?”

Fit nods. “Yeah, some people where i’m from aren’t too fond of people like me ending up in places like here.”

“I’m a person like you, and i’m here?”

Fit presses his lips together. “You are so much more than that. What’s your name?”

“Pac,” Pac smiles. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Fit’s eyes are still

slightly widened. “It’s a cute name, but I didn’t expect anything less.”

“Thanks, Fitch,” Pac smiles. “You just lay there for a bit, i’ll get the paperwork out of the way.”

Fit watches as Pac moves over to the small desk, and begins filling in the relevant information on his laptop to send to his boss to brief the rescue.

When Pac moves back over to the chair, Fit is now sitting upright, leaning his back against the wall.

“So what do we do now?” Fit asks.

Pac shrugs. “Whatever you want. We’ll be here a while, so we can do whatever you want.”

The medic’s recommendation for Fit to stay for a few hours is on Pac’s mind, and he won’t be responsible for any harm coming to Fit as a result for not caring for him properly following his accident.

“Whatever I want?” Fit repeats, biting his lip for a moment. “That’s how it works?”

“Yeah?” Pac taps his fingers against the back of the chair. “You sound surprised, you think i’m gonna force you to do something you don’t want to do?”

“Of course not!” Fit says immediately. “I just didn’t think it would be for me to decide.”

Pac gets up from the chair and reaches to fluff the pillows around Fit, and pull the blankets further over his legs.

“Just relax, Fitch.”

And that’s when Fit closes the gap between them, and kisses him. It completely catches Pac off guard, but he does find himself almost immediately kissing back.

But once reality sets in, he does pull away, slightly breathless, and takes a step back.

Fit’s eyes are again wide as saucers, and he clasps his hands over his mouth.

“Holy fuck,” he says, voice muffled. “You’re… not an angel, are you?”

“An angel?” Pac laughs. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but that’s a new one.”

Fit’s face is bright red, and he shakes his head a few times. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Don’t be!”

“I thought I died,” Fit explains, slowly dropping his hands from his mouth. “That’s why i’ve been saying all this weird shit, oh my fucking god.”

He buries his head in his hands.

Pac kind of finds it adorable.

“Well, you didn’t die,” Pac confirms. “And i’m sorry to say i’m a lifeguard, not an angel.” He shrugs. “Slightly less glamorous.”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Fit is still shaking his head. “But thank you, for saving my life.”

Pac smiles. “I think you’ve thanked me enough,” he licks his lips to prove his point, and somehow Fit’s face manages to get an even brighter shade of red.

“Can we start over? Man to man? Not, you know, man to angel who then kisses without consent?”

Pac laughs. “Sure. But there would’ve been consent, if you’d have bothered to ask.” He winks, and Fit groans quietly into his hands.

Choosing to apparently ignore what Pac said, Fit holds out a hand.

“Fit, nice to meet you. I’m definitely not a fucking weirdo in normal life.”

Pac shakes his hand and grins.

“Pac, nice to meet you. I’m a lifeguard who has just saved someone’s life and received the best form of thanks for it.”

Fit reddens even further.

“Really? Maybe you should tell your HR department.”

“Nah,” Pac shakes his head. “I’d rather just give my thanks back, once the someone isn’t potentially suffering the aftershock of a temporary concussion.”

Fit eyes him curiously. “I think the someone would be agreeable to that.”

With the atmosphere between them now less tense, Pac decides to tease Fit a little.

“So, Fitch,” he begins, trailing a finger along the top of the chair. “Tell me more about what heaven’s like.”

“This is why I was so confused!” Fit exclaims, burying his head in his hands again. “And the first guy I see looking like you, it just felt too good to be true.”

Fit groans again and slumps back against the hammock. “I’m going to sleep, and when I wake up, i’m going to be in my own bed, back in the closet, and this will all have been a bad dream.”

“I’ve gone from an angel to a bad dream?” Pac gasps. “I need to try harder.”

“Can’t hear you, i’m sleeping,” Fit waves a hand dismissively, and turns away from Pac.

Pac grins and pulls the blankets to cover Fit’s body.

“Sleep well, angel.”

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[littleladymab]

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