We started the season with a building collapse in 3x01 and ended the season with a building collapse in 3x18.
Started with Judd getting Paul out, ended with Paul not dropping Judd.
Also all the parallels with TK's Coma Carol vs Owen's Flashback and conversation with Gwyn.
Full circle for the season and full circle for the 1-3 seasons. It's like there was some planning involved.
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i'd say i saw it (911 Lone Star, Mateo Chavez, Gen, 1809 words, 3x18 missing scene)
They’ve all rotated in and out of Cap’s room a second time already, saying encouraging things with a lot of determination and no noticeable effect. Currently Tommy is in the chair at Cap’s bedside and Grace is standing behind her with a hand on her shoulder. Mateo looks at them through the closed glass door. Their lips are moving. He can’t hear them.
He wonders if Cap can, and so he wonders out loud: “Do you think talking to him does any good? Can he even hear us?”
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God, I can't believe they're actually engaged. the whole episode had me on a rollercoaster of emotions and I'm so happy they ended the season on a happy note. my babies are engaged. god, I wish I didn't have to finish this course before I can continue the Tarlos video I've got in the works. why does life have to get in the way sometimes?
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held me up when I was down - tarlos - G - 750 words
Just gonna…manifest a little something…pay no attention. PS Happy Finale Day
Everything is awful and simultaneously too loud and too quiet all at once. No one has changed out of their dusty turnouts or work shirts. TK tries not to pay attention to Marjan’s quiet weeping or how Mateo holds a rosary in one hand and Nancy’s own in the other. The tears he doesn’t want to shed are just behind his eyes. Paul has been sitting in stony silence and Tommy has popped out to call home. Grace flew in about fifteen minutes ago to find Judd and all TK can do is stare at the ticking of the clock and pray to an entity he’s not sure he believes in about his father’s life. He adds a prayer to his mom for good measure. TK isn’t ready to be an orphan just yet.
His name is called, breathless and familiar and TK looks up to find Carlos in the doorway to the waiting room, work-shirt unbuttoned one button to reveal the white undershirt underneath. Carlos has a duffle bag in his hand and his breathing is rapid, like he ran.
“Carlos?”
The duffle is deposited in the empty seat next to him as his boyfriend crouches down in front of him. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get here earlier. Brought you some things. I—” Carlos swallows heavily before clearing his throat. “I figured we’d be here awhile.”
TK’s thoughts have been on his father this whole time, but he tries to catch up. Sometime during his watch of the minute hand on the wall clock, in the back of his mind, he already counted how long he’d have to wait before Carlos would show up. “But your shift? You have another six hours.”
“TK,” Carlos says, his head tilting softly to the left, “It’s a family emergency.”
The words family emergency circle in his head. It’s not that he didn’t…know what they are building, it’s just the first time those words have been said out loud.
Carlos offers a small smile as he runs a hand over TK’s hair. “Besides, it’s not the first time I’ve abandoned a shift because a Strand is in the hospital. Pretty sure the captain is used to it by now.”
“Oh, I—Sorry…I didn’t…” TK lifts his hand to his mouth as he doesn’t finish his thought. I didn’t realize you left your shifts for me, seems like a silly thing to say because of course Carlos would. TK would do the same. But this isn’t TK in the hospital bed and he should have realized that it doesn’t matter who is in the hospital bed.
Carlos leans in to press a kiss to TK’s forehead. The word family keeps skipping across his mind as Carlos settles back on his heels. It’s like a piece of the puzzle just slipped into place. Or not just slipped, but more like it had slid there without TK realizing it and he’s just managed to move back enough to see the whole picture.
His boyfriend is beyond generous as he gently teases, “To be fair, you’re usually the one unconscious, and your dad and I handle this part.”
“This part sucks,” TK whispers, his voice cracking.
Carlos sighs and nods, his smile soft. “Yeah, it does.” His mouth dips to the side as he glances away to the clock. “We’ve probably got at least hour or two, if you wanna change. I can show you where the best bathroom to clean up is.”
Carlos says it like he’s offering to take TK out for a nice coffee, and TK manages half a smile because he knows what his boyfriend is doing. If the options are to wait in this uncomfortable chair in an awful room that smells of antiseptic and mistakes, or to let Carlos lead him to some privacy, well, there’s no choice really.
“I’d like that,” He says with a nod, sliding his hand into Carlos’s. He turns to look to his left and finds Tommy slid back into a seat without him noticing. “Cap-”
“I’ll call if we hear anything,” Tommy promises. “Go.”
It’s almost effortless to let Carlos pull him to standing. The duffle bag from home is already slung over one of Carlos’s broad shoulders and TK slides underneath the other. The words home and family continue to float alongside the prayers for his father.
When this is all over and his father is fine (because he has to be), TK knows what his next step is. He’s certain the question he is planning to ask was just answered.
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