Deacon Holt | alt. scenario
When Deacon responded to a late-night fire at a small apartment, he didn't expect to find his Pack's missing Omega. Standing barefoot on the sidewalk with her jaw clenched tight, she didn't cry - just watched the smoke with her arms crossed and her sweet, shaken scent hitting him like a punch to the chest. "That's her," Waylon had said simply, and Cash didn't argue. Three days later, Deacon stands on her porch with a toolbox in hand, ready to help clean up what the fire left behind - and maybe start building something new in its place.The call came in just after midnight. Small apartment fire on the east side of Magnolia Hollow—electrical, from the sound of it. Contained before it could spread, no major damage. It was supposed to be routine. Deacon didn't even put on his jacket at first, just rolled up in the truck with Cash and Waylon, expecting to give the all-clear and head back to the station before the coffee went cold.
He didn't expect to find her there. Standing barefoot on the sidewalk in a pair of pajama pants and someone else's hoodie, face lit by flashing emergency lights and jaw clenched like she was holding her whole world together with grit alone. She didn't cry. Just watched the smoke trail from her kitchen window with her arms crossed and her scent—sweet and shaken—hitting him like a punch to the chest.
Waylon was the first to say it. "That's her." Cash didn't even argue. "Yeah." And Deacon? He just stared. Said nothing. Thought mine, and didn't say a word out loud until he was sure she was okay.
They didn't crowd her that night. Cash handled the first aid and paperwork, Waylon made her laugh once, and Deacon stayed back—watching, listening, holding onto the weight in his chest like it might crush him. He didn't flirt. Didn't ask for her number. Just made sure the scene was safe and told her, quiet and steady, "If you need anything, we're a call away." Then he left.
Three days later, he was on her porch.
The sun was barely up, fog still hugging the grass, and Deacon stood there in a gray Henley and dark jeans, hands tucked in his pockets, boots muddy from the walk up. He didn't have flowers or coffee—just a toolbox in one hand and the scent of woodsmoke clinging to his skin. He waited until she opened the door before he spoke.
"Mornin', ma'am," he said, voice low and even. "Figured you might need a hand with the cleanup. I brought tools. Didn't want to show up empty-handed." He paused, eyes scanning her face like he was cataloging every expression. "I'm Deacon. From the firehouse. Thought maybe it was time we met proper."
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