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Kiss Of Life

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Summary:

The title of the fic is from a SADE song CHERISH; lots of Station 19 couples drama (seasons 2/17 current season 3). Look for more favorites as the fic develops. Most of what I/We post probably will be between 100+ long. We
accept requests for characters to be 'paired'

SHOUT-OUT to BACNER Chapter 3 (ATF Agent)

Notes:

Chapter 1: I Call BABY

Summary:

Vicley cuteness

Chapter Text

Remember the bit where Vic and Dean were in the Chief's office, with the dementia patient? And to induce Dean to play
piano, Vic called BABY?

 

The two lovers, Victoria and Lucas, bask in the after-glow of some intensive and really satisfying sex. Both are about to go to
go to sleep when a loud DING from downstairs sounds, a signal that the casserole Vic had put in the oven to bake prior to their
 
bedroom antics has finished cooking and is ready to devour.

“Are you gonna get that babe?”, a sleepy Lucas mutters.

“Ahhh; NO”, answered Vic. “I’m calling BABY.”

“Sorry-WHAT?”

“Calling BABY. You asked for a baby, I agreed, I’m now pregnant: so BABY.” She dimples prettily at her husband to be.”BA-BY.”

“Leave it to YOU to call in this marker.” Luke grumpily rolls out of bed, stomps out of the room, still naked. When he returns ten
minutes later, he carries a bottle of water for each of them and plates brimming with helpings of casserole.

"This is a lifetime type marker, isn't it? You didn't mention that when we shook on it," the handsome Blonde Man sulks.

"Ha-ha! YOU didn't ask! After a long draught from her water bottle, she grins at her lover, cheekily, and says, "Thanks, Baby!"

Chapter 2: Kiss and Say Goodbye

Summary:

Jack and Andy come to terms with the end of their Friends with Benefits arrangement (NOT SO MUCH JACK). At her and Sullivan's home, she and he talk about the visit.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

X-Andy and Jack-X

“So…Sullivan? He’s the reason you spend so much time away from home? You’re keeping it ‘down-low’, for obvious
reasons.”

“Don’t be weird, OK? I’m still here for you, just like always.” Andy wants to be as reassuring as she can; she wants her friend
to know that he can still confide in her when necessary.

“Just…we were helping each other; that was the plan. And then suddenly, we’re not.”

“I know…I just…I can’t keep pretend-hating Sullivan anymore. Because I DON’T, and I never did. It was taking too much out of
me-being pissed at my Dad, and Maya, and YOU, for Eva, and even RYAN, for dying. And it WAS sudden. The realization
that what we’re doing was a bad idea, and that if we kept on, the messier it would get, ending in yet another disaster. That's what would
WOULD HAVE happened, Jack," she says, gently touching his cheek. “I was getting back at him, at Sullivan, with you, and that was wrong of me.
I hurt him more than I intended, and that hurt ME.

"I don't recall complaining", he says dryly. "I MEAN...keep usin' me, ya know?" The joke falls flat.

She shakes her head. "I...I can't do that...I don't wanna do that, Jack."

"Who's it hurting?", he insists, getting frustrated. "Wasn't there an over-lap during that Andy/Jack/Ryan triangle?"

"You. Me. Robert. And that/situationship' you mention--I shouldn't have let that happen", she retorts, gently. "Let's
ALSO recall how really incredibly confusing and MESSY that whole debacle was. And I'm not going there because I love him,
Jack. I’ve been in love with him for a while now. So that’s why. And I'm through discussing it, OK? Be nice.”

“Can you be careful, please? Talk about MESSY ! As long as we can keep talking. And you agree to be my wing-man...
wing-chick...wing WOMAN."

Andy finds that hilarious. "Sure. Thank you. I will be careful. And I already have someone in mind for you...down in dispatch-the curvy
brownette with the two-ton titties ...she mentioned you a few times at Joe's...her name's JULIA...'JULES'."

"Speaking of BIG RACKS", Jack whistles playfully. Then, he turns serious, and adds, "I really wanted to marry you, Ands. I really did."

" I KNOW , Sweet Man", Andy responds, smiling warmly, and a bit sadly. '"It's best this way...I wasn't ready then, and I am
now. You deserve someone who can give themselves to you FULLY, someone who can be ALL IN: someone who's NOT ME. It will happen; I
believe that, because I know that you're more than the 'pussy hound' everyone sees you as--you have a heart, and compassion, and so much
love to give to the right woman. Probably not Jules-she strikes me as a woman not quite ready to settle down, but I know other people-friends,
a few relatives-people OUTSIDE of '19'...SHIT: I gotta go..." The cellphone in her back pocket buzzed gain (for the sixth time).

"SULLI-VAN", Jack says, ruefully. "Can you say 'clingy'?"

"Yes, it's him and BE NICE!...bye. Be GOOD."

"Not a chance."

X-Andy and Robert-X

'3-1 count to Edwin Encarnacion...13 hr to this point, though his teammates aren't giving many RBI chances...fastball inside, ripped by
'Double E' down the left-field line, Shad Long Jr with good speed heading for third...' The card-key activator sounded, announcing his
girlfriend's arrival. "[Amorcito]" she called, walking into his man--cave.

"Baby," he answered with a smile of his own. "I ordered barbeque-it's in the oven."

"Oh-[que bueno]. I'm really hungry. Mariner's , huh? I hate to ask if they're winning..."

"Shock of all shocks they ARE-they're up 3-0," he told her. "You're gonna tell me how it went with Gibson?"

"He didn't like it of course-offered to SHARE; which I of course declined. That's why he applied to transfer to '23'. Peace of mine for YOU,
YOU, and less headache for me. And, being around me feeling as he does...it's just better for everyone."

"You working in the same station as him didn't concern me-AT ALL, by the way", he said pointedly. "Let's eat, I was waiting for you."

During the meal Andy said "I know that you weren't concerned about Gibson and me; I KNOW THAT...you had no need to be which YOU
KNOW. We're gonna be fine. And this is GREAT-[bien hecho] on the dinner order, Chief!"

Notes:

TRANSLATIONS
amorcito-darling/lover/my love
que bueno-very good/excellent
bien hecho-great job

Chapter 3: PWO

Summary:

A little follow-up with The FAB FOUR from episode 9, season 3 (lots of FLUFF). We'll have Tom Hackett and Damien Asante, along with the ATF, visiting the a-hole store owner who gave Vet KYLE so much shit in Poor Wandering One

Chapter Text

STATION 19

Andy Herrera has a warning for Robert Sullivan, her Boss and Lover, regarding communication in their fledgling
relationship. A late dinner at the Ripley’s, combined with a  few too many beers, resulted in Herrera and Sullivan sleeping
over in the Ripley’s spare bedroom:

“You had better start speaking up and stop hiding things, pinche SANGRON,” Andy warns her boyfriend. “If you
think that I may need to know it, DISCLOSE. As you see, I’m not running. What kind of partner would I be to take off
off at the first sign of problems? LIFE happens, two people in love, as we are, DO NOT hide things, or provide partial
answers…”

Vic yells from hers and Ripley’s bedroom: “OR OMIT INFORMATION!”

Sullivan yells back: “Ahhh…private conversation!”

Ripley: “A LOUD private conversation!”

Vic, remembering a word Herrera taught her when they first met. Meaning keep it down: “Yeah…BAJALE!”

Ripley: “Stand down, Mrs. Chief”

Vic: “Ohhhh…you’re backing up your FRIEND…OK, OK…does he have one of THESE between his legs?!”

(To his wife, watching her nimble fingers tease and stroke herself, he admits “NOOO-He does NOT.”

(And SO?)...A dozen seconds pass before Ripley yells: “YEAH…NO OMMITTING INFORMATION!”

Sullivan and Herrera, together: “Pussy! Weak ass…!”

Ripley agrees, laughing: “You GOT IT, Brother!” 

Andy loudly: “Can my Man and I go to sleep, please?!”

Vic retorts: “YEAH Let’s ALL go to SLEEP!”, putting extra emphasis on the word sleep.

STATION 19/THE INBETWEEN (C/O)

Jimmy Weilland is busy stocking shelves when Dets. Hackett and Asante walk in. “Mr Weilland? James Weil land?
Tom Hackett asks.

“Yeah? Who’s askin’?"

 

“Seattle Detectives: Hackett and Asante. We have a search warrant for these premises.”

“W-why? What is somebody saying I did?”

Asante says, “This is regarding the incident on Tuesday: when a customer acquired a live explosive from one
one of your shelves.”

A pretty Latina woman of about forty, along with a tall Caucasian Man, clean-shaven, and with a shaved head,
enter the shop as well. “Agents Serrano and Bacner, ATF, Sir. The search warrant the Detectives speak of is per
Title 23, Sub-section 921 of the Explosives Control Act. Agent Bacner will escort you outside while we conduct
our search. Please.”

Weilland scoffs. “Are you even in this country legally?”, he sneers, staring pointedly at Agent Serrano.

“Watch your step on the way out, Mr. Weilland,” Bacner says pleasantly, with an undertone of menace.

Chapter 4: I Call BABY (Pt2)

Chapter by ,

Summary:

Everyone's 'calling BABY!!'

Chapter Text

**Amelia Shepherd**

Amelia: Linnnnk!? 

Atticus: Yes? 

Amelia: Can we have some ice cream? 

Atticus: WE?! Who?! 

Amelia: The BABY and I 

Atticus: You’re really milking this with the baby… 

Amelia: Speaking of that…my boobs are really sore…and 

MY BACK-forgetaboutit! My ANKLES… 

Atticus: ALRIGHT, OK! Getting the ice cream!! 

++++++++

**Maya**

++++++++

After she serves Carina a hot plate of scampi, a five-months-pregnant Maya takes a seat across from her partner,
and sips tea while watching her eat. “Wow!”, the other woman exclaims, when her partner grabs some scampi
nd pops it into her mouth.

Maya grins. “BABY!”

+++++++++++++++++

**Victoria and Andy**

Ripley’s tirade about his pregnant wife ‘abusing’ the new ‘I call Baby’ protocols is in its tenth minute when his
his best friend finally interrupts. Sullivan, just as unhappily: “Herrera’s doing it too, now…there was only one
Macadamia nut cookie left--ONE--and she called BABY and grabbed it up!”

Andy, from the background: “YOUR SON wanted it, not me!”

“They’re ABUSING IT,” Ripley repeats, growling.

Robert chimed in: "ABUSO."

“They hate their babies, Ands,” Vic calls, also in the background.

“YOU, Chief: why do you hate your baby? Hmm, HMMM?!”

Ripley: “Do you hear this shit, Man?!”

“Not surprised”, Sully says.

Andy pounces. “You hate YOURS too, it seems. Imagine begrudging a poor hungw-y liddle baby a lousy
macadamia nut cookie!”

"I gotta get OUT OF HERE! The gym, at 19 Sul-20 minutes?”

“Already en route, Boss”, Robert responds.

“Bring your Little One a Snack!”, calls Hughes (Ripley)

Andy twists the knife: “Great idea...MR. SULLIVAN!”

Chapter 5: Our Love Is SO REAL

Summary:

Ava Behzadi and Ben Jones revel
in there love. (fluff and feels
not sex).

Chapter Text

"I was so thrilled when Sami was born, I did not tthink it
possible to be happier. And I was wrong: Adal and Adira
are MAGIC. I look at them, and I see ALL of the possibilities.
You know...Hamid was not always this way. He was loving,
compassionate. This city hardened him. After I got away from
him, it HAD TO BE providence that we met, you and I. I owe so"
much to you. You took me back, after I went to Canada with"
Hamid. You accepted Sami as your own. And this beautiful"
little boy and girl. You mke me love you more each day,"
Ben Jones."

"تو به من چیزی مدیون نیست" (You owe me nothing), Ben says.
"دوستت دار م و بچه ها. (I love you, and the children). You, and
Sami, and these two mean everything. EVERYTHING. I'll
tell you that every day. Thank you AGAIN for Adal and Adira.

"I can say the same, and I will say it. I always wanted Brothers
and Sisters for Sami...now I have. متشکرم (THANK YOU).

She sees that the babies are drowsing, making sure, as always
that they are as close as they can physically be; Sami is already
'out' on the sofa. Ava adds, "Let's put them to bed, so that I
can thank you in a different way." Ben is all in on that idea
(of course).

Chapter 6: An Ending...And a Start?

Chapter by ,

Summary:

A snippet that I may add to

Chapter Text

"OK, goddam! Showers, then THE BAR, right!?", Jack Gibson shouts. "The Bar!", his A-shift comrade's roar; steam soon
fills the main shower room, and sometime later the A Shift crew makes their way to their lockers to change into clean clothes,
all except TWO: Maya Bishop is one of the first to finish showering, and slips up the stairs and into her private bunk,
where Carina DeLuca is waiting; Andy Herrera Sullivan doesn't worry about being seen; she goes up the stairs in plain view of
everyone, and enters the Battalion Chief's office without knocking.

+++Later, at the bar+++

 

Andy appears alone, a few hours later, and joins her friends at the table. "Where's the Ripley's?", she asks. Cam brings her a beer
and she waves it off, asks for mineral water instead. Travis confiscates the bottle meant for Andy and in the same action explains
that the Ripleys are 'otherwise occupied'; a concerted 'ooooooo!' and lots of snarky comments from the group.

 

"What's this: no beer all of a sudden?" Jack leans in to ask his fellow Lieutenant.

 

"Ummm...yeah-is that okay?" she retorts.

 

"Just...not like you...you okay? We're obviously not DRINKING ABOUT IT-we TALKING ABOUT IT?"

 

"Not if  'talking about it' includes ways to get out of or end my marriage. I hope that you don't keep bringing that up,
or bring it up again AT ALL. That would mean that we'd have to end our friendship, Jack. My loyalty is to my husband now...OK?"

 

"Yeah....OK."

 

"Tell me about you and IN-A-RRRRA!"

 

"I think it might be going somewhere." He sneaks a look at her from the corner of his eye, gauging how she takes this news. She sips
her mineral water and nonchalantly checks her watch.

 

Thirty minutes later, Andy excuses herself and leaves the bar, climbing into a 2019 BMW X7, with license tags *MIZ SULLY*.

Blinking rapidly, Jack turns back to the dart game in progress.

 

+++Inara's Apartment+++

 

When Jack arrives at Inara's, she greets him with a full-on wet one, instead of the semi-chaste pecks he's accustomed to.

"What's this?", he asks, pleasantly surprised.

 

"Marcus is at Martha's or the night." And she presses her lean,

lithe body against him.

 

Chapter 7: The Ties That Bind

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Summary:

Jack has secured an apartment for Inara and Marcus; he keeps his own
place (it's a year lease) plus-Andy's old room can be Marcus' room during
'overnights'. The three have melded into a very close-knit 'family-type' unit.
Marcus' Dad is deceased, and he takes to Jack like duck to water

Chapter Text

Once Marcus is in bed after just ONE MORE STORY, Inara and Jack settle in the medium sized living room (both drink iced tea
(Jack decided on his own cut-back on beer). "Netflix or Hulu?" Jack asks, fingering the remote. "There's a program on Hulu about
firefighters on Hulu-all they do is drink and screw one another in between disasters."

 

"Sounds delightful!" The pretty divorcee chirps [kinda sarcastically].

 

"I'm gonna show you something", Inara says, as the fifth episode of Season Starts. "The guy with the stubbly beard-the one who
resembles a high school quarterback-he's hot, but that African American chick is waaay outta his league!"

 

Jack just grins. "What were you gonna show me?"

 

She pauses him an envelope. 'OKAY-don't freak out."

 

He slides out a square of paper, glossy, and squints at it. having never seen a sonogram, he's confused about he's seeing.

 

"I don't get it," he admits.

 

"I didn't do it on purpose!", Inara blurts.

 

"Do..what!?"

 

"I'm PREGNANT, Jack! The baby has to be yours-I haven't seen Ted in three months."

 

"A baby...yeah. Instead of getting angry, he scoots close and embraces her. He rests his face on her bosom, and she's shocked to
feel TEARS soaking through her sweater.

 

"Thank you", he whispers. "It's all I ever wanted...a family...Thank you."

 

"I'm happy too. Ted never wanted children,Thank God." Then she adds "Don't tell anyone yet, Jack. I'm healthy, and I don't
expect any problems carrying a child to term."

 

After awhile Jacks sits up and wipes his eyes. "A FATHER...Wow."

 

"That's something, huh? I'm hoping for a little girl."

 

"Yeah...that'd be nice." He nods happily.

"Only ONE QUESTION, and I'll never mention it again...Are you in love with Andy Herrera?"

 

"Andy...Andy and me have a...complicated history-in a relationship, she turned me down when I asked her to marry me; we
became FWB's after she and her 'main' FWB broke up-then she met Sulli-van. GOOD FRIEND-I love her like a friend."

 

"The other part is over?"

 

"Yes, Yes, and YES. We're having a baby. THAT'S what's up, O K?"

 

"Yes. OK."

Chapter 8: It's Gonna Be OKAY

Summary:

Tom Hackett (Senior Detective with the Seattle Police Department) is married
to Brian Currie (a private practice therapist in the same city) have an adopted
daughter, Cassie Bishop (former barista and current PD Consultant) who is dating
Damien Asante (former FBI profiler and current Detective 3rd Grade with the same
department). Tom isn't so sure about the pairing.

Chapter Text

#Tom Hackett and Brian Currie#

Lead Homicide Detective Tom Hackett hung his overcoat and fedora up neatly, placed his keys in the big ornamental bowl on
the table near the front door. A fast trip to lock his service weapon and badge in the gun safe in their bedroom and he joined
his therapist husband, Brian Currie in the kitchen. "Smells wonderful, Love," he said, the faint lilt of 'Brit' lurking beneath his
speech.

"CASSIE is the culprit", said Brian. "Though I couldn't convince her and Damien to stay and share...Babe, why the look? Are you not
okay with them dating?"

"Detective Damien Asante is junior to me. If things progress, I'd likely need to change partners, and he's very capable."

"I like him for her: she's calmer, more centered. I like the match, but I sense that YOu DON'T. It's not-"

"Not WHAT, Bri? Finish the question."

"Just forget it, Babe. I don't wanna argue. Let's forget it."

"Let's NOT. I'm not letting you go-you should know that by now."

"Can we not ruin dinner? Cassie worked hard on this, and I'm hungry. After dinner, I promise to continue my thought."

"Fine." They talk about their adopted daughter Cassie and how she continues to flourish, and Brian talked a bit about his
patients-without saying any names of course-and they laugh about the wider ones.

Finally, Brian said, "I meant to ask if Asante's race has anything to do with it."

"NO. Emphatically NO, and you should know that. You yourself have said that all of us have some racism in us, but my
misgivings about Cassie and Asante have nothing to do with race."

"Alright. As far as I'm concerned that settles it."

#Cassie Bishop and Damien Asante#

Driving home from Cassie's parents, Damien doesn't say much, and Cassie didn't push him. Ten minutes from her house,
though she said "It's gonna be okay, you know. With my dad-Tom."

' Why do you say that?"

"Because I want you to know that no matter what happens I want us to work. If Dad Tom objects I won't let him interfere. And
it's not racial; you know that, right?"

"He hasn't mentioned it to me except to say 'Cassie's my daughter; I don't want her hurt'. I told him not to worry. And I don't
know him well, but I'm a former FBI profiler: if Hackett was racist I'm sure I'd have figured it out by now. And should I run now
that you've admitted a certain level of commitment?"

"I'd stalk you incessantly. You'd never know a moment's peace until you come back to me. And I have ghostly friends, don't forget.
And malevolent spirits who owe me favors."

They both laugh at that, arms linked around each other's waist as they go up the steps to her house. "You're gonna get some," she
whispered, gently nipping his left earlobe.

He grinned like a Cheshire Cat...