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It had been a while... far too long really... since Dwight had stopped by the firehouse. Or since he had seen Travis around come to think about it. So after a frustrating morning of calls and less than stellar customer service, Dwight decided to go for a walk. And that of course brought him by the firehouse so he stopped to pop in for a minute or two.

"Hey, Travis. Long time no see," he said. "How's it going?"

“Dwight!” Travis greeted with a smile. “Hey, man, how’s it going?”

"Ups and downs" Dwight replied with a shrug. "But on the way up so can't complain too much. What about you?" he asked with a smile and a nod.

Travis shrugged. “I’m not having to attend an extremely dangerous science class once a week, so I’m good.”

Yes, he knew Beaker’s class was still going. Yes, he felt faintly guilty for not making sure that class didn’t burn down. No, he had no intention of going and making sure that class didn’t burn down, he had to draw the line somewhere, okay?

Ah yeas, the "safe/unsafe" science classes. Dwight knew them well and he gave Travis a knowing nod.

"Well, I hope you are still up for some for safety questions and assistance" Dwight said with a slight laugh. "Could use your help with a few things... for the shop. Think it's time I upgraded the safety gear and all. Thought it would be best to ask the local safety pro for any recommendations."

“You’re voluntarily upgrading your safety equipment?” Travis asked. By his tone, this was clearly a rarity in his experience. “Hell yeah I’ll help!”

That tone and expression was not lost on Dwight and he grinned. "Yeah well, in my line of work not keeping up with that sort of thing can cost ya an eye, finger, or worse so..." he gave a slight hand wave back and forth. "Probably better to be safe than sorry ya know?"

"I'm also debating teaching a class next round so, probably overdue for a general safety check of the place before I bring a bunch of kids in every week," he added with a somewhat somber nod.

"Yeah, you'd be surprised how many people that doesn't deter," Travis noted, rolling his eyes. "But I think it's a great idea. What sorts of stuff were you thinking about teaching?"

"I can imagine. There's always a few of those sorts" Dwight agreed with a head shake.

"As far as class, thinking of doing basic woodworking class. Start with the general safety and tools and then go through the basics of choosing and preparing the wood, cutting, sanding, let them use the basic tools. Got a few simple projects in mind for them to work on too."

Dwight paused a moment as he went over a mental check list real quick.

"Got most of the materials together. Still got to get safety gear for them- at least the basics- and figured might as well do an all around upgrade to the shop. Not sure when it was last done before I took over after all."

"That'd be cool," Travis said. "I know there's been blacksmithing classes, but I bet the kids would love to learn some woodworking, too."

"Guess we will find out when enrollment ends and see huh?" Dwight replied. "Will either be a fun class or a major blow to my ego. Kind of a toss up!"

Travis nodded. "Well, if it's open to adults, I might sign up. I was never great at shop class in school, but I've learned a lot since then."

"Definitely open to all. Would love to have you if you do decide to sign up." Dwight gave a slight grin. "Would be nice to know there'd be at least one person signing up and all!"

Did aliens turned into koalas count as a little emergency?

What about aliens turned into koalas and ceremoniously dropped of in the gloaming of the approaching evening, tucked away in a little basket like some poor Dickensian orphan and deposited on the doorstep (or the closest approximation to a doorstep) of the fire station?

Because look. Summer had been here for a while. She knew how these things tended to go, and she was already feeling like she'd tempted fate enough already by having Stark for as long as he had. And, yes, she felt bad about it, but this was really better for everyone involved. After all, she knew how these things could go, and her matchmaker self couldn't just ignore certain vibes and signals that may have been floating around about a certain firefighter. If they got the timing right, this could be just the thing they needed. She was helping!

So, by some miracle, she'd finally managed to get Stark off of her long enough when he'd finally fallen asleep, to extract him, place him in a basket, write up a quick note ("I am not just any koala! I'm actually Stark, turned into a koala, for real. I need someone to take care of me until I go back to normal."), wondered if she should just knock or something and then flee quickly? Which was pretty much what she did, finding the nearest spot to conceal herself until she could make sure someone actually did find him....

You know.

Before the raccoons did.

. . . Did someone just knock?

Travis went to look, saw the basket with something moving inside it, and said — quite loudly — “aw christ, not again!”

Look, just because dropping babies off at fire houses was an established thing didn’t mean that all the fire personnel were at all equipped to handle said babies.

Sorry, Stark and Summer, Travis’s first response was to creep up to the basket like he was waiting for a bomb to go off. It was nothing personal.

“‘I am not just any koala,’ — a koala???”

Well. Stark was definitely not sleeping anymore. He grabbed onto Travis’s arm the moment it was in range, leading to some terribly undignified yelping on Travis’s part before he managed to finish reading the note.

“Stark,” he said, peering into the koala’s face. “. . . Where the hell am I going to get eucalyptus for you to eat?”

It had been a while since Liz had stopped by the fire station but she figured she should really stop by and talk to Travis, especially with the pregnancy and everything.

“um…hi,” she said quietly, trying not to feel so nervous about being at the station.

"Hey Liz," Travis greeted with a smile. "How's it going?"

“I’m…I’ve been good, been rather busy actually,” Liz said with a small smile, still rather nervous as she considered how to reveal her news and why there might concerns, “I’m …well …I’m pregnant,” it was still a strange thing to say even now that she was getting used to telling people the news, “I’m a having a girl,” she added, “she’s Prompto’s,”

"That's amazing!" Travis said. "That's -- that's amazing, right? This is good news? I try not to assume."

“It’s …it’s good news, I do wish Prompto was here though,” Liz told him, nodding, “it … was a shock at first and it took a while to process but I’m trying to stay focused and busy,” she hesitated, “um …I just don’t know how my powers are going to go with the pregnancy though or …my daughter could be a pyrokinetic too,”

"That . . . could potentially be hard, yeah," Travis admitted. "Is that something she could potentially do from birth?"

He was just imagining the tantrums. They were terrifying.

“It’s possible,” Liz admitted, who had also been worrying about trying to calm down tantrums if her daughter had her powers when she was born, “I mean I didn’t start developing my powers til I was seven but I don’t know if she’ll have them from the beginning or develop them later like I did if she does,”

"So . . . I'm thinking extra fire-proof baby clothes are in order," Travis said. "And maybe a whole crib sprinkler system."

Liz nodded, “I’m also working on making a metal crib with Amaya, Dr. Lecter thought it would help be an outlet to focus on my powers as well,” she explained.

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