Thank you all for the lovely reviews! They mean so much to me! Another very special thanks to all the people who are starting to come out with new Station 19 stories. I need all the Andy and Sullivan stories I can get during this quarantine.

So I wrote this first part because I predict Jack and Jo as a couple will happen. Her name was on Bens list of doctors and I think it was for a reason I think she's gonna help Ben or fill in on the truck for Jackson.

I know Jo and Jack met in the Greys episode with the firehouse baby but for the sake of this story, they didn't mostly because I forgot it happened till I wrote this.

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Captain Herrera was the closest thing Jack had to a father. Jack was reminded of the pain he felt losing his almost adoptive father, but this was different. With his adoptive father, Jack mourned what might have been. But with the Captain, he mourned what was.

He had no desire to go home, but couldn't remain at the firehouse after everyone else went home, the next shift wouldn't stop staring at him, offering their condolences. Shit, he didn't want to deal with.

So He took more groceries to the woman in the Christmas Tree Fire. But eventually, he had to let her go to bed. That's how he found himself at Joe's Bar. It was quiet for a Tuesday and as he ordered a beer he glanced around the bar.

"You waiting for someone?" A sweet voice called as she came up behind him.

Jack turned to see a gorgeous brunet take a seat beside him. He shook his head. "Nope. I'm alone."

The girl nodded. "Me too. You look like you need to talk." She turned to the bartender. "Two shots of whiskey and a beer please." The bartender complied. She pushed a shot towards him. They let the glasses clink and tossed them back. "So talk."

Jack nodded, "You got a name?"

The woman smiled, "Jo."

Jack smiled, "Jack Gibson. You got a last name, Jo?"

She shook her head, "That's a long story. But basically no. I'm just Jo."

"I get it." Jack said thinking of his time in foster care and the last name from a mother who hadn't cared enough to stick around long.

Jo grinned, "Nice to meet you Jack. So what's up?"

Jack took a sip of his beer, "I almost died today." He felt his breath quicken, "Actually my whole team almost died. I'm a firefighter. And we went to a call and got stuck inside a storage facility without enough oxygen." He paused, "I was a foster kid, and besides one year when I almost got adopted I've never had a dad. But my old Captain he trained me. Taught me everything I knew. He was like a dad to me. And he died today. Willingly. His whole team, including his daughter, was inside, so he vented an unstable roof knowing he'd die. And fell through. Then we get back to the station and it turns out my roommate, a girl I was in love with, maybe still am, well she secretly married my bosses boss. And all my other coworkers have people. Roommates or significant others, and I have an old lady named Maureen who burned down her Christmas tree and goes to bed at 9 PM."

Jo nodded and her eyes met his. "That sucks."

Jack smiled slightly, "Yeah. What about you?"

Jo sighed, "I get it." She paused, "I was a foster kid too. Lived in my car in high school. Overcame all sorts of shit to go to medical school and become a doctor. And I met this guy. A guy I thought would fix everything. And for a while, I thought he did. We got a place together, got married, and I finally had a person. I was institutionalized and he was there for me. Then he leaves me for his Ex-Wife. Some tramp who had his kids in secret. And he left me everything, divorced me, but left me the house, cars, money, shares in the hospital, and his stupid name. And I don't know who I am or what to do next. The closest thing I have to a person is a gay resident living on my couch."

Jack put his hand on hers noticing the left hand still had a tan line from her ring. "I'll be your person if you'll be mine."

Jo smiled widely, "Yeah?" She held up her beer with her other hand.

He smiled and held his glass to hers. "Sure, we foster kids gotta stick together." He paused, "You know, you don't have to have your ex-husband's name."

She nodded. "I know. My real name is Brooke and I was left at a fire station as a baby. I changed my name to get away from my abusive husband after medical school. So I became Jo Wilson. And because I had no attachment to Wilson when I got married I changed it to Karev. Now I want nothing to do with the name. But Wilson just reminds me of when I was hiding." She laughed, "I put a sticky note over my name on my lab coat. So I'm just Doctor Jo now."

"Why not just pick a new one?" Jack asked. "I looked into it once. Gibson never had much meaning to me either. It's a few forms and you might have to speak with a judge.

Jo nodded, "I've thought about it. But I don't know what I'd use. I'm going to do amazing things, win awards, cure diseases, save lives. So I need my name to reflect that."

Jack pulled out his phone, "Googling cool last names. Bierman, means man of beer. Hanlon- Light, radiance, warier. Oooh, Stark."

Jo snorted and let out a giggle, "I'm not a character in Game of Thrones." She paused, "Hanlon. H-a-n-l-o-n?" She spelled.

Jack nodded.

Jo smiled. "Josephine Alice Hanlon. I love it."

Jack grinned, "Yeah?"

Jo grined back at him, "Yeah. It's strong, not too crazy but not to mainstream." She held out her hand, "Jo Hanlon."

Jack took her hand in his and shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you Dr. Hanlon." He was surprised by the electricity that coursed through his veins as their hands touched and knew in that moment they'd have to be more than friends one day. But for now, friendship seemed to be all they could handle.

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Robert was restless as he drove home. He hurt, physically and emotionally. At a red light he glanced at Andy. She'd been staring blankly out the window for several blocks. As they pulled up in front of his condo she sighed but she didn't speak until they started towards the door. "This doesn't feel like home."

Robert looked at her his hand pausing in his efforts to unlock the door, "Do you want to go to your place?" He felt confused. They had talked about her moving in with him to his condo, the one she found ugly, until they found a place together.

Andy looked around. "I've always thought of home as where I grew up. And when dad sold the house I just pretended it didn't happen. But it didn't really matter because I had him. And he always felt like home. He and I had shared memories of Miami, Ryan too. But now, now they've all died.

Robert felt as if he'd been kicked in the gut. But when he paused he realized what she meant. He opened the door and ushered her in with a sigh. "Claire, was my Ryan. We grew up together. And when she died, I felt like my entire family died. Because it seemed like every memory was gone. I thought starting fresh would help. But running does nothing." He paused, "There will be things only you remember. But that doesn't mean you'll forget them it just means you have to share them."

Andy let out a teary laugh. "Ok. Well when dad first saw this condo he called it a concrete block. Said it was the ugliest thing he'd ever seen."

Robert chuckled, "It's modern."

The corner of Andy's lip twisted, "I think I'm going to cry again." She whispered. "I thought I'd have time to prepare for this mentally. I thought I had more time." She let small cry and found herself sobbing. "I'm sorry."

Robert took her hand. "Don't apologize for crying or being sad. It's normal. I understand your pain and I've felt it before. I've lost my parents and when I did someone told me it was just the circle of life. And at the time it seemed crass and- well I lost it on the guy that said it. And even though that might be true that doesn't make it hurt less. You can be sad, and you can share that sadness with me." He took her hand, "Let me help you carry the burden."

Andy moved into his space and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you." She choked out before another sob escaped.

Robert held her tightly because it was all he could do for her. His heart broke for her loss. But he couldn't help and be thankful for Pruitt Herrera's sacrifice. Because of him, Robert still had her, they both had their lives.

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Vic found herself lost in thought on the drive home. Thoughts of Lucas, Jackson, her team, her former captain, baby Pru, and Dean filled her head.

She realized during her time on the top of the fire truck, that just because she'd moved on from Ripley didn't mean she was over him.

The drive was short and as she parked the car and headed for the door she paused turning back for the bag of takeout she'd procured.

"I'm home and I brought pizza!" She announced as she entered. The word home surprised her as it came off her lips but felt wonderful.

The living room was empty and Vic moved through the house to Pru's room.

Dean looked up. "Thanks. I just put her to sleep." He said softly. "I can't seem to leave her room." He couldn't stop watching her, making sure she was alive. Making sure he was alive to see it.

Vic nodded, "It was a close call today."

Dean looked at his daughter and then back at Vic with teary eyes. "The closest."

Vic felt her eyes mist, "Yea." She set the food on the floor quietly. "I don't want to be alone yet, so I'm just gonna eat on the floor of the baby's room like a weirdo."

Dean smiled, "I'll be weird with you."

They ate quietly and when the baby woke up to eat they sat back on the floor together while he fed Pru. "I thought about you when I thought I would die. And what would happen to Pru if I did. I knew you'd take care of her, and if your willing I want to make you her guardian if I die."

Vic was speechless, "Yeah. Obviously. But I could have just have easily been in there with you."

Miller nodded, "And I don't know if I can fight fires knowing both her dad and backup guardian might die. But I also know that Pruitt Herrera recruited me, and I'd let him down I'd I quit. So I'm torn between two people I love."

Vic sighed, "Yeah." She whispered quietly. She loved firefighting, but why did it have hurt so badly? How could something so good and wonderful be so cruel and painful?

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I'm not sure if I will continue this through the funeral but I had reactions from Jack and Dean in my head and knew I wanted to do at least this chapter. Thanks for reading!