fandomtownies | Fandom Fire Station, Friday

The events of last week had Travis re-devoted to his workout routine. Being here alone, without Maya running extended, aggressive, olympic-sized drills on the regular, had meant that he'd let himself get a little bit soft. And if the island was going to occasionally throw rage rocks and mud monsters and killer vines at them, then he needed to stay in shape.

Maya had been happy to send him videos of the Station 19 A shift running drills that he could work out alongside. They mostly just made him faintly homesick, but that was better than the overwhelming grief he got every time he thought about the mud monster imitating Michael.

He sighed as he finished his hose drill and headed to the reception desk to rest for a minute and rehydrate. "I definitely need to do some recruiting," he said. "It'd be so much safer working with at least one other trained firefighter. Or at least a dog. Fire dogs are totally traditional, right?"

He looked around the empty station.

"Also, it'd give me someone to talk to other than myself. I could at least pretend I wasn't going insane."

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