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The rocky bits, Tuesday morning

Travis had spent most of yesterday and a good chunk of the night making sure the fire station was as prepped as it could be to absolutely any disaster he could imagine. Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanoes, even an asteroid strike. He had at least a week's worth of fuel for the generator and vehicles, dry goods and potable water to support up to fifty people through next Monday, sand bags, first aid supplies, epipens, antibiotics, insulin, saline, loads of warm blankets, sunscreen, chemical heat- and coldpacks, bug spray, oxygen tanks and masks, and a hell of a lot of spare fire extinguishers. He was, he believed, as prepared as he could be.

When the ash started to fall from the sky, he stepped out, holding a cloth over his nose and mouth, and scanned the horizon, assuming the volcano he was sure he'd heard rumors about had started to erupt.

Instead, there was some sort of...eerie purple glow coming from the rocky bits across from the station.

"Aliens," he muttered. "I definitely am not prepared for an alien invasion."

Still, never let it be said that anyone from Station 19 in Seattle let nerves keep them from investigating anywhere they could possibly help. He headed across the street, ignoring the mounting dread in his belly, and poked one of the glowing rocks with a stick.

"That's just not right."

[OOOOPEEEEEN! Did you know that Travis canonically gets arrested for assault after an angry bar fight? YOU DO NOW. Come discover the rage-making rocks with him, I dare you]

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Danny glanced down at his hand and then back up. "No, I'm not," he agreed. "But I think it would be for the best if you dropped that rock."

The potentially radioactive rock. Remember?

That was still telling him what to do, Danny!

Travis looked down at his hand, then back up at Danny. "Right," he said, smirking faintly. He opened his hand and let the rock fall to the ground. "I don't need a rock for this."

He was a firefighter and an athlete. He'd put a man in the hospital just last year. Taking Danny down didn't seem like much trouble to him at all.

Travis, that was a bad idea. That was decidedly a bad idea.

"Great," Danny grumbled, squaring up to subdue the guy now that he'd apparently gone nuts. "Knew I shoulda brought my cuffs."

But he had to do something with all this rage!

Travis let out a growl of frustrated fury and launched himself at Danny's midsection, aiming for a tackle. He'd been a wrestler in school. He'd taken a domestic abuser down this way while wearing heels and a corset.

He was going to feel so bad about this in a few minutes, when the rock wore off.

Well, at least Danny's center of gravity was lower, and he didn't fight the tackle too much just driving an elbow down to force Travis to disengage or risk getting hit in the back of the head.

"Fighting dirty, huh?" Travis said as he broke away. (As though he weren't literally starting a dirty fight here himself.) "Should have expected that from a cop."

Before Travis had left, things with Seattle PD hadn't gone quite as spectacularly into the toilet as they eventually would ~~in season four~~. But it was still where Chief Dixon had come from, and where the homophobic ass had eventually gone back to. In Travis's pissed off state, he was happy to redirect that unresolved fury onto anyone who happened to be handy.

He bounced back a couple steps, light on his feet, then came back in swinging, this time with a punch to Danny's jaw.

"Okay, I'm gonna need you to--" He sighed, arms up to block like a boxer would. "--I need you to take a moment and re-think what you're doing here. Okay?"

"You mean taking you down a few notches?"

Travis's next punch was aimed at Danny's midsection. This was easier when he and the other guy were both drunk. It wasn't as though he'd trained to actually fight people.

Yeah, drunk fighting tended to be that.

"Right," Danny grunted, not quite moving out of the way in time to avoid that, but using Travis' momentum to try to grab his arm and immobilize him. "Of course this is what happens."

Travis's wrestling experience meant he recognized a pinning move when someone tried it on him. And meant he had the muscle memory to twist out of it, and use that contact to try to throw Danny to the ground.

That was a surefire way to get beat half to death, which was why he had no problem kicking Travis before he could take advantage of Danny being on the ground. "I really don't want to have to do this, you know!"

Travis staggered back with the kick and overbalanced, going down again amidst the rocks.

And grabbing another glowing purple one, since Danny was clearly so afraid of them.

The rage from the previous rock had barely had time to dim before a fresh dose went blasting through him. Travis stopped snarking and taunting and just chucked the rock at Danny's head, before launching to his feet in another tackle.

"Jesus Christ," Danny snapped, avoiding the stone as best he could and scrambling to pin the guy in place. Still not as bad as dealing with someone on meth, somehow. But that was a low, low bar, Travis.

The extra dose of rage meant Travis wasn't nearly as smooth about countering the pin this time. He went down, snarling and flailing, but didn't have the leverage to throw Danny off.

"Ah!" Danny said, struggling a little to keep him pinned and restrained. "We're not doing this again, pal!"

It wouldn't be awkward for Travis at all once he came to his senses.

Travis lived most of his life at some degree of awkward, let's be real.

The snarling and struggling kept up for a few more minutes, then started to die down. Then shifted more into a panicked struggle than one for dominance.

"The rocks," he hissed, staring wide-eyed at one of the purple things not far from his head. "It's the rocks, man, let me up!"

Danny let out a relieved sigh, letting go of him and yanking to pull him away from them. "We good here?"

Travis scrambled along with him as quickly and gingerly as he could.

"Are you asking if I'm no longer filled with a stupid amount of rage that makes me want to bash your head in," he said, as he tried to catch his breath. "Then, uh. Yeah. We're good."

"Appreciated," Danny replied, looking around at the sheer number of those rocks. "These elsewhere on the island?"

"Not that I've noticed? But, uh." He jerked his thumb back at the station. "I haven't exactly been running around checking."

He leaned back on his hands with a faint wince. "Listen. That cop thing..... Last one I spent much time with was my ex's dad. Who made him be a firefighter in an attempt to 'man him up' and de-gay him. So, you know. That's not about you."

"Not holdin' it against you," Danny said, holding up a hand and making a face like he might deck that guy if he met him too. "Some people shouldn't be allowed to procreate if that's how they choose to treat their kids."

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"Hard agree."

Of course, if the one of the ones Travis thought that about actually didn't, then Travis himself wouldn't exist. Oops.

"Still. Uh. Sorry about that."

"Just. Be careful and make a not of anymore of this shit so we can put out an alert for people or something." Radio had to be good for something, right?

"That's been the plan," Travis said. "I've basically stocked the station for nuclear winter."

That description was funnier in his head. And before there were glowing rocks.

"Do the troopers have any sort of standard operating procedure for this stuff?"

"Mostly a responsive presence." Because nothing could ever be the same each time.

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