A Backdraft fanfic
A/N: There are absolutely no Backdraft Fan Fics out there. So I took the liberty of writing one. I thought it might be nice to explore the possibility of Brian dying instead of Stephen. If you have never seen the movie, please do! Then you can read and review my story. I do not own Backdraft or any of its characters.
P.S. Irish rose, You rock! Thanks for all the support. I can't wait to read your fanfic on Backdraft.
The first half of the first chapter comes pretty much out of the movie, just as a recap and background.
"Where's 17?" Brian asked frantically, while fastening his turnout coat.
"I don't know." Replied the two firemen that were passing. Brian ran up to the next firefighter he saw.
"Where's 17?" Brian asked again.
"Seventeen's on the roof." Came the reply. Brian didn't even stop to thank the man before he started to climb the ladder to the roof. He didn't have to look to long before he found who he was looking for. Stephen and Axe.
"Stephen!" Brian yelled as he came closer to the two men. Stephen waved him away and continued his conversation with Adcox.
"Jesus Axe, you're a fireman. You're burning people. What were you thinking?"
"I saw the files Stephen. They were closing firehouses; they were killing our friends for money. I had to do it. I had to do it for the department." Adcox said.
"Did you do it for Tim, John?" Brian asked, glaring at Adcox.
"You shut up. You're dad would fucking puke if he saw how you shit on his department!"
"What would he say about what you're doing?"
"You're dad died; died saving my life. And they were killing our friends for money. What the FUCK would you do?"
Brian turned to Stephen and said, "Look you're his L.T. You've got to handle this." Stephen let this sink in and, yet he still seemed confused. The next thing that filled Stephen's ears sent waves of relief and panic throughout his body. The roof was collapsing in on itself. He turned to Brian and yelled, "Get to the side, Brian, It's gonna go!"
Brian turned and ran to the parapet and lunged towards a ladder. He only managed to hang on for a moment before he plummeted down into the darkness. He landed hard on his back and opened his eyes. Still in one piece, he thought to himself. He looked around and decided to follow the stairs. Another blast sent him flying through a window and into an elevator shaft. He hit the water and quickly began kicking towards the surface. When he finally did, he gulped the precious air and frantically called "Hello, can anyone hear me? 17? I'm in the elevator shaft. Help!"
He was about to give up all hope when he heard the unmistakable sound of wood splintering because of an axe. Moments later Stephen's head popped into view. "Brian!"
"Hurry up, I'm burnin' up in here!" Brian said. Stephen looked over and saw that the gas main had broken. He backed away from the elevator shaft and took a running start toward the gaping hole. Brian saw his older brother fly across the shaft and hit the wall, turning off the gas as he slid down. He plunged into the water and bobbed up.
"You alright?" Stephen asked
"Yeah. You alright?" Brian asked in return
"Uh huh. We gotta get out of here. This whole place is gonna blow." They made their way out of the shaft and thought the maze of canisters with volatile chemicals, waiting to explode, and seer their skin. They had almost made it out of the building, when a blade flashed in front of their faces. It was Adcox.
The blade missed Brian, but the handle didn't. He was knocked to the ground and his vision went white. When he could finally see again, he saw Stephen trying to talk some sense into Axe.
"Just put the ax down and we'll talk. Come on, we're Dennis's kids. John, please." Stephen pleaded. Brian stumbled forward to join his brother and they both tried to calm the elder man down. He finally sank to his knees and began to sob.
"I did it for him." Was all that Adcox was saying. Suddenly an explosion that hurt Brian's eyes and ears rocketed through the factory. He was knocked off balance and was hit by flying debris. He lay pinned, watching Stephen try to save Adcox from going over. He failed and sunk to his knees in defeat. Then thoughts of Brian popped into his head. He frantically looked around for his brother. He finally found him, lying pinned and unhurt. Stephen lifted the piece of jagged metal away from his brother's body and helped him up.
They were so close to the exit that they could see the night sky when another explosion ripped through the already weakened building. Brian looked upwards to see a barrel coming straight for them. Brian lunged at Stephen, knocking him out of the way. Stephen turned to see his little brother get bowled over by the huge barrel. He screamed his name and saw Brian crumple to the ground.
Within seconds, Nightengale and Santos were helping Stephen lit the heavy barrel away from Brian. Stephen leaned down and said, "Brian, can you hear me?"
"Yeah, help me up." Brian said. Stephen couldn't help but smile. He grabbed his brother's forearm and hoisted him up. Brian limped the rest of the out of the building, using Stephen as support.
"You sure you okay, probie?"
"Yeah I'm fine." There was no way that he could tell Stephen that he was really hurt. For one thing, it hurt too much to breathe, let alone talk, and another reason was that Stephen would have a shit fit. Stephen deposited him on the tailboard on 17's engine, and went off to get water for them from the Recovery Crew.
Brian could slowly feel his blood pressure dropping and his body getting heavy with exhaustion. The darkness was creeping around him like a cloak, Warm and comforting. He was so tired. He could see Stephen waiting for the water. There was so much he wanted to tell him. How he really didn't blame him for what happened in the past, with their mom and dad dying. Stephen had given up so much for him. So much to thank him for.
The darkness was clouding his vision now. He was fighting for every breath. Santos noticed his condition and leaned down.
"Bri, you okay, man?" He asked. Brian couldn't hold on any longer. He slowly slipped off the tailboard and collapsed in a heap on the ground. He could hear Santos calling for a medic. Stephen looked curiously at the area where the flourish of movement and noise was. He slowly walked back to where he had left Brian. He quickened his pace when he realized that it might be Brian. He was in a full speed sprint when he saw his brother's body on the ground. Stephen pushed through the crowd of firemen and paramedics that had gathered.
"What the hell happened?" He asked frantically. He leaned down to Brian and felt for a pulse. It was weak and thready and his skin was already mottled from critically low blood pressure. "Brian open your eyes! Open your eyes!"
Brian cracked his eyes open as he was being loaded into the ambulance. "Stephen?" He called out, so weakly that his voice was barely above a whisper.
"I'm right here Bri, I'm not going anywhere." He said, fear straining his voice. The medic uncovered Brian's abdomen to reveal a bruise that spanned from his navel to his pecks. He was bleeding to death.
"Stephen, I'm sorry for being such a bad brother." Brian said, his voice cracking as the tears of pain fell from his dirty face.
"No! Don't you ever think that! I love you, you're the only brother I got, so stay with me!" Stephen said with anguished love in his voice. "I don't want to be alone."
"I'm sorry I left. Tell Jen that. Please tell her for me. I never meant to hurt you either." He said though his labored breath and gritted teeth.
"You were really great in there. I'm so proud of you." He said, tears flowing freely now.
"I'm not afraid to die. I'm not afraid—" Brian choked out, but then was cut off by the blood that sputtered from his mouth. "Do you think Dad would be proud?"
"Oh God, Brian. Yes. Brian please, you're the only family I got left." Stephen pleaded.
"No more nightmares." Brian said unexpectedly. "No more bad dreams."
"Please stay with me."
"Sorry, got a lunch date with Dad." Brian said, before he finally let go of all the harbored pain.
Brian was escorted to the Cook County General Hospital, where the staff worked for a half an hour trying to revive him. It was no use. Brian was gone. The female doctor came out to break the news to everyone. Stephen recognized her from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"I'm Dr. Hunter. I treated your brother, Brian. He sustained serious injuries and despite the very best medical care, we were unable to revive him. I'm sorry." The doctor said. Many a time had he been in the place of the giving consoling and never before had he had a doctor say the lines that they must practice over and over again with such compassion.
"Would you like to call anyone for you? Family? Wife?" She asked, putting her hand on his back.
"No, thank you though." It struck him then that Dr. Hunter may have been related to the Hunter brothers, at another station. "Excuse me? Can I ask you something?"
"Are you related to Lt. Hunter at station 56?"
"Yes, he's my husband. He has a great deal of respect for you. And so do I. Once again, I am sorry for your loss. If you need anything just ask."
"Thank you." He said before turning to make the death announcement calls on a payphone. It was 2:30 in the morning and he doubted that the person he wanted to talk to the most was in the talking mood.
OK! That was the first chapter of a three chapter story (three is my min. If I get good reviews, I'll continue)