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That girl can take a gray sky and paint it blue

She can put the smooth in a 90 proof

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There was very few things in this world that Felicity loved or shared an emotional attachment to. Her bakery of course, was her ‘baby’, but even that wasn’t fawned over and adored the way her black cat Rogue was. She had found her when she was looking for places to open her business, the tiny kitten was hiding behind a dumpster in the back alley. So of course, being the typical female; she just had to rescue her.


The cat was her favorite being in existence, so when she woke up alone she was really confused. She knew she should have paid more attention when she stumbled in last night. Maybe she just shut her out of her bedroom? Though, Rogue was the vocal sort when she wanted company, and she hadn’t heard her at all so far. And that wasn’t normal for her at all.


After about thirty minutes Felicity was walking the hall and checking with her neighbors to see if they’d seen her cat. Finally someone’s child recalled the cat rushing out the maintenance entrance while they were working on the elevator. Just her luck.


Without much more to go on, Felicity simply went outside, looking rather ridiculous in her multi colored knee socks, high waisted shorts there were covered in a floral pattern and a white cropped tank top; very clearly having rolled out of bed to find her cat and not bothering with her outfit. Her blonde hair looking exactly as one might expect after just waking up; a bit wild. But she truly didn’t care, not when she couldn’t find her precious Rogue.


After another ten minutes, someone told her they thought they heard a cat meowing on the other side of the apartment complex. And sure enough, it was Rogue! The poor cat had been chased into a vent shaft at the base of the building, but Felicity couldn’t reach her. And clearly frightened from her time outdoors; Rogue wouldn’t budge. And the more she tried, the more stressed out she could feel herself growing, so Felicity sighed and looked up the non-emergent number. “Hey, so this is a bit embarrassing but, my cat is stuck in a vent shaft under my apartment building and I can’t get her.” And she tried, her once white shirt was covered in a mixture of dirt and dust from her lying on the ground to try. After getting her information, she was told someone would be sent to help, barring anything more emergent taking place. Until then, Felicity just kept trying to talk calmly to Rogue, who just kept meowing one of the most pitiful sounds Felicity had heard from her. “It’s okay Roguey, someone’s on their way.”


Just when had she become the crazy cat lady? She grabbed her phone and sent a text to Tawny, knowing she would find this quite entertaining. Not even quite noon and she was getting dirt all over her shirt.

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[Mason Lancaster]

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But I found out the hard way

Nothing is what it seems

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There were very few calls that Mason could think of that he hated going to more than stuck cats. When he heard the tones come out and read the print out before leaving the station, he groaned. Usually someone ended up getting scratched or bitten, and the cat would be just fine without their intervention. Cat people just had a tendency to panic over shit like their cat climbing too high in a tree or hiding under the house. [break][break]

As they got enroute, Mason listened to the updates over the radio. Okay, maybe this one was different from most of the other cat calls. This cat got itself stuck in a vent shaft. That was a little more urgent than most of the animal calls they got sent on. Mason wasn’t heartless. He knew that there could be emergencies with pets, but most of the time when they got sent out it was something the owner could have handled on their own. [break][break]

It wasn’t long before they were on scene. Just a handful of minutes from the station to get there. Mason hopped out of the fire engine, carrying a bag of tools he might need, and made his way over to where the disheveled blonde woman was standing, back to his direction. She had to be the cat’s owner, he didn’t see anyone else waiting outside. [break][break]

“Ma’am, you called about your cat?” Mason set down the bag of tools and looked toward the vent shaft he could hear meowing coming from. Sure enough, wedged down in there, a very grumpy looking cat stared back at him. It wasn’t until he looked back at the owner that he realized he recognized her. “Felicity?” He tried not to grin, but he couldn’t keep one corner of his mouth from twitching upward. This kind of call, as routine as it was for him, was likely way more stressful for her. Her beloved cat was stuck, after all. “Let’s see about freeing your cat.”

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[Felicity Everette]

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That girl can take a gray sky and paint it blue

She can put the smooth in a 90 proof

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of course Felicity knew to be expecting some form of emergency response worker, but she hadn’t expected to recognize the voice. Of course, it would be just her luck to end up being labeled the ‘crazy cat lady’, standing outside her apartment in her now dirty pj’s. She tried so very hard not to let her embarrassed flush take over her cheeks, but then she turned to face the familiar voice, and she wanted to disappear.

”Mason, hey!” She awkwardly sort of shifted on her feet, now also very aware that she had neglected to even put on shoes before venturing out of her apartment. As if she didn’t already seem ridiculous for calling emergency services for help with her cat, now she was also in dirty multiracial colors knee socks too. If she had ever wished for the power of invisibility, it was now. Instead of being the cute blonde bakery owner, she was going to be remembered as the odd cat lady.

Fucking great.

Felicity brushed some loose hair behind her ear and tried to manage a less than mortified smile of appreciation at his presence. ”I really appreciate your help, her name is Rogue. She not an outdoor cat… I think I accidentally let her out when I got in this morning.” She admitted, trying so very hard not to admire just how good he looked in his uniform.

He always looked so damn good.

She tried to will away her rosy cheeks, but failed miserably. Of all the times she’d spent wishing she could run into him outside of her bakery so she could actually flirt with him, he had to be the one to answer the call for helping with her cat. When she looked like a mess and-

Felicity slowly crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t even have a bra on. If there was a god; she had a cruel sense of humor. With him there she tried not to pace about as she had before, because at least there was a sense of calm that him and his tools brought to the situation. But damn; did he have to look like such a dreamboat while he was teaching her cat? Especially when she didn’t even look remotely cute herself. Tawny was going to get a good laugh over this one when they hung out next.

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[Mason Lancaster]

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But I found out the hard way

Nothing is what it seems

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It seemed like recognition dawned on Felicity just as it had on Mason, and he could see the faint pink tinge to her cheeks as she fully realized the situation. It didn’t take a genius — or Freddy, who was slowly meandering his way from the engine over to them — to figure out that she was embarrassed, probably from the state of her appearance. Every other time Mason had encountered Felicity, it had been at her shop. She was always very well put together. [break][break]

It wasn’t like Mason would judge her for it, but he could still understand. People clung to dignity. In his line of work, he’d encountered people in all states of dress (or undress), and it was almost always the same. Mid emergency, but all they could focus on was looking a mess. He supposed it would be even more uncomfortable for someone who knew him or one of the other crew members. [break][break]

“Felicity? Bakery lady Felicity?” Of course, Freddy had to speak up, probably making things worse. “Yeah, but let’s focus here, Benson.” Mason tried to redirect his attention, trying to keep things from getting any more awkward. [break][break]

He couldn’t help but notice the way Felicity shifted. Clearly, she was not having a good morning already. “Alright. Let’s see what we can do to get Rogue out of there without hurting her.” Or themselves. Cats tended to turn into little balls of razor blades when they were upset. “Benson, better glove up, just in case.” He was usually quick enough to pull his hand back, but he couldn’t trust his buddy to have the same reaction speed, naturally. And the last thing he wanted to spend the morning doing was stitching up Freddy’s wrists from cat scratches. [break][break]

“It’s just a cute little kitty, man. It’ll be okay.” Freddy looked into the vent shaft at Rogue. He was way more of a cat person than Mason, he’d even tried to talk Mason into getting a cat back when they were roommates. “Suite yourself.” Mason wasn’t going to argue with him. He’d known Freddy Benson all the way back to when they went through the fire academy together. Man was stubborn, and a bit of a show off. He liked people (especially cute girls) to think he was a tough guy, even though he was a big old softie. [break][break]

First thoughts, trying to reach his hand in and pull the cat out. Mason crouched in front of the vent shaft. He could see Rogue, maybe he’d be able to reach her and gently try to pull her free. Maybe. [break][break]

Getting his hand anywhere close was met with a hiss, and he pulled back. “So, do you have any way you normally attempt to calm Rogue?” He glanced back at Felicity, another smirk threatening to show as he noticed she was now cross armed, even more pink cheeked, and looking cuter than she probably thought she did. Now was not the time for those kinds of thoughts though, he had a job to get done.

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[Felicity Everette]

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She can put the smooth in a 90 proof

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The petite blonde tried to brush some of the dirt from her shirt, trying to give herself anything else to focus on but just how good Mason looked. But of course her embarrassment wasn’t limited to just being seen by one attractive firefighter; no another one walked up! She might have worried her ears were likely to catch fire from the heat if she hadn’t heard him repeat her name. She tried not to smile too much at hearing that, though she couldn’t help but wonder the context of the conversation for Mason to have mentioned her.

Likely just strictly in the context of her business. She wasn’t about to let herself think more than that. Especially not when now she’d likely be remembered as ‘cat lady Felicity’ instead of ‘Bakery lady Felicity’.

Oh well.

She gave a sort of awkward wave to the second firefighter and rocked up onto the balls of her feet as she tried to relax and not melt into a puddle of embarrassment. Especially when right now she ought to be more focused on Rogue and getting her back safely. She steeled her nerves enough to at least stop from worrying so much about herself and just looked appreciative of the men there to help.

“She not normally so aggitated, I’m sorry.” Felicity said with an apologetic look at the men as they pulled gloves on. While Rogue wasn’t typically aggressive, she wasn’t shy about using her nails when she was irritated. Like during storms.

“Oh… well when she’s frightened and hiding after a storm I can usually get her coaxed out with some treats and-” She paused, her gaze drifting between the two men with a bit of embarrassment as she continued. “Ask her if she wants to get high.” If the ground could just open up and swallow her now, Felicity would be thrilled.

“It’s what I say to her before I give her catnip.” She said, running a hand through her hair and laughing now at herself because she knew she sounded ridiculous.

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[Mason Lancaster]

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But I found out the hard way

Nothing is what it seems

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Clearly, Freddy wasn’t taking the cat’s plight seriously. He was more focused on what he considered a situation with Felicity. Mason knew his buddy was likely to talk about this for the rest of the day. What luck it was that they were the ones to respond to her call. How it was a sign or something. It wouldn’t be the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last time. [break][break]

Instead of letting Freddy shift the focus, Mason just got to work attempting to rescue Felicity’s cat. [break][break]

“It’s alright. She’s probably scared, especially if she isn’t usually outside.” Mason motioned to Freddy. “Benson, take that side, let’s see if we can’t coax her out.” He hoped no one would end up getting scratched today, but he was fully expecting this to go south quickly if the cat decided to unleash her claws. [break][break]

This is why he was much more of a dog person. Max never left him nearly needing stitches. [break][break]

Mason couldn’t stop himself laughing when Felicity told them about the catnip, asking the cat if she wanted to get high when she gave it to her. “That’s actually pretty funny.” He knew not everyone would get that sense of humor, but he could see from Freddy’s own facial expression, trying to hold back laughter as well, that they were the right group to be entertained by it. [break][break]

“You don’t happen to have any catnip with you now, do you?” Freddy asked, glancing into the vent shaft to get a look at the stuck kitty. “Might make her like us a bit more.”

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Felicity tugged at the hem of her top, the continued feeling of self-consciousness about her outfit as she stood outside in her socks. She hadn’t expected this morning to involve a rescue mission, let alone in front of Mason, whom she’d hoped to encounter outside of the bakery for a while now. But perhaps, not like this? Yet here they were, and her cat’s safety came first, no matter how embarrassed she felt.

When Freddy asked about the catnip, she gave a small, awkward laugh, trying to mask her nerves. “Uh, yeah, I actually do,” She said, a little surprised at how ridiculous the situation had become. “I wasn’t planning on starting her day off with a high, but desperate times, right?”

She gave an apologetic look as she moved quickly back into her apartment, mentally kicking herself for not at least grabbing a robe or something more presentable.

Or shoes.

Though, doing so right now would just draw more attention to herself, and she wasn’t only back in her apartment to retrieve the catnip. After a moment of rummaging, she located the bag of catnip, and headed back down to the ground level, and outside. Trying to ignore the fact that she was still only wearing her colorful socks in front of Mason, again.

Handing the bag to Mason, she forced a smile, though her cheeks were starting to flush. “Here you go. Hope this does the trick.”

She glanced at Mason, noticing his easy laugh and how comfortable he seemed. It was one of the things she liked about him—he could make even the most awkward situations feel less intense. “Thanks for taking this seriously,” She added, her tone softening. “I know she’s just a cat, but she’s pretty important to me.”

As Mason and Freddy continued their efforts, Felicity leaned against the wall, trying to stay out of their way while silently hoping she didn’t look as flustered as she felt. She couldn’t help but steal a glance at Mason every now and then, wondering if he noticed her nerves.

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[Mason Lancaster]

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But I found out the hard way

Nothing is what it seems

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As they waited for Felicity to go and get some catnip, Mason got closer to the vent shaft again. He stuck a gloved up hand half inside, and was met with hissing. He pulled back, and shook his head. “I just want to help get you out of there, girl. You’re gonna be okay, you’ll be back with your human soon enough.” He cooed to the cat, probably sounding ridiculous to anyone listening.

“You gotta be the boss, Mason.” Freddy smirked and moved in front of the vent. “Just reach in and pull her on outta there.” [break][break]

“Well, go ahead, hot shot.” Mason teased his friend. [break][break]

Freddy didn’t need more coaxing. He wanted to be a hero, to save the day for Felicity. She was a cute girl and she had called for help. This would be their easiest call of the day. Freddy leaned in and put both arms in the vent, met with hissing and a scuffle. “Fuck!” He pulled back, no cat in his hands, but now sporting a nice little scratch on his forearm. [break][break]

“Serves you right, show off.” Mason shook his head and laughed quietly. “I’ll clean that for you when we get back to the rig. Doesn’t look too bad though.” He assessed his friend’s wound quickly. “Well, I supposed now you really will get to be her hero, if you can get that feisty beast to come out of there.” [break][break]

Mason rolled his eyes, but didn’t have a chance to respond before he heard socked footsteps coming back toward them. “Of course. I’ve got a dog, I get it.” Mason waved off her thanks. Appreciated, but wholly unnecessary. “Does your cat like dogs, Felicity?” Freddy questioned her as Mason took the cat nip, sprinkling some inside the vent shaft. He made the decision to ditch the gloves and rubbed some in his hands as well. Maybe that would be less scary for Rogue, maybe it would help draw her just close enough that he could pull her out safely. [break][break]

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“You really don’t have to answer him.” Mason glanced back. “Freddy, stop being useless and grab a towel from the bag. If I get her, I want to wrap her up so she can get safely back inside.” Freddy mocked an offended look, then grabbed the towel to have it ready. “You know, he’s not always this serious.” Freddy winked at Felicity as Mason prepared to stick his arms in again, in another attempt to pull Rogue free.

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Felicity couldn’t help but wince when she saw the scratch Freddy had earned for his efforts. “Rogue’s got a mean left hook,” She offered softly, trying to hide the smirk that was tugging at her lips. She handed the catnip to Mason, feeling a bit more at ease now that the situation had some humor in it, even if Freddy wasn’t exactly the hero he wanted to be.

At Freddy’s question, she nodded. “Yeah, actually. Rogue loves dogs. She’ll curl up next to any that come around like they’re her best friend.” She glanced at Mason, suddenly feeling more self-conscious again. “I guess she’s just not a fan of being stuck or manhandled by... well, anyone right now.”

As Mason sprinkled the catnip and rubbed it between his hands, she couldn’t help but admire how focused he was, the way he took charge of the situation without any need for showboating. It was different from Freddy’s approach, and she appreciated it.

When Freddy made the comment about Mason not always being so serious, Felicity chuckled, though her eyes stayed on Mason. “I think serious works for this situation.” She replied, trying to keep her tone light.

She watched Mason carefully, hoping the catnip would do the trick. “Thanks for sticking with this, by the way.” She said softly, her voice quieter now, as if she didn’t want to draw attention to her gratitude. “I’d hate to have to call animal services and make this whole thing even more of a disaster.”

Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her pajama top, trying to calm the nerves that were creeping back in. She didn’t know if it was the fact that her cat was still stuck or that Mason was here. But whatever it was, it was hard to shake the flutter in her chest as she watched him work.

Rogue, for her part, had stopped hissing. Maybe the catnip was working, or maybe she had decided Mason wasn’t so bad after all. Either way, Felicity held her breath, hoping her stubborn cat would finally come out.

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[Mason Lancaster]

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Freddy smirked when Felicity commented about the cat, clearly taking in the scratches on his arm. “It’s okay. Won’t slow me down at all.” Even when he was trying to be a wingman for his friend, Freddy couldn’t help his arrogant flirtation. He expected his charm to just win over anyone, without much more than minimal effort on his part. [break][break]

When she mentioned that her cat loved dogs, Freddy tried to hold in his laugh but failed. Mason rolled his eyes. “You’re just encouraging him.” Mason shook his head, and Freddy continued to laugh. “No, no. It’s good to know. What if her cat hates dogs? That would be a tragedy.” [break][break]

Mason knew the reason why Freddy was asking, though it wasn’t like he expected Felicity to just jump to the conclusion that he had a dog, and that Freddy was trying to meddle, pushing Mason to acknowledge that the cute bakery lady was indeed cute, that some of their previous interactions may have been on the flirtatious side. But Freddy thought everything was flirty, so Mason wasn’t sure if he wanted to follow where he was leading. What if he was wrong? It had happened before. And Mason didn’t want to make things uncomfortable. [break][break]

So instead, he focused on the task at hand. They were there to help, to get the cat out of the vent shaft if at all possible. Not to chit chat with the caller. Definitely not to flirt with her. Even if she was someone he’d met before, someone who might or might not mind. It wasn’t professional. [break][break]

“Nah, we got you. No animal services needed.” Mason didn’t have anything against animal services, other than the fact that it was a hassle to deal with them sometimes. They could take forever to respond, and then they could be a bit judgemental about situations that pets wound up in. He tried to avoid dealing with them when he didn’t need to, though some things he just wasn’t willing to handle. Like calls about snakes or exocit pets. He got their help on those. [break][break]

Thankfully, the catnip seemed to be working to calm Rogue. She stopped hissing and sputtering at him, and he risked moving his hand even closer, testing her temperament. She didn’t move away or post up, so he started scratching her chin, trying his best to relax her. “That’s a good girl. That’s it.” He cooed quietly to the cat, much the same way he would talk to Max from time to time. [break][break]

When she was starting to purr, Mason risked closing his hands around her again. He was pleasantly surprised that she allowed him to pull her free without any more protest. “That’s a good kitty.” He continued to scratch her head, between her ears, and try to keep her calm. “See, it’s not so bad, right?” [break][break]

“Mason the cat whisperer.” Freddy joked. “Not at all.” Mason shook his head, then looked toward Felicity. “Do you want to take her, or do you want me to carry her to the building since she’s being all calm now?’

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[Felicity Everette]

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That girl can take a gray sky and paint it blue

She can put the smooth in a 90 proof

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Felicity felt her face warm a little at Freddy’s comment, but she tried to laugh it off. “Well, let’s hope you don’t need a bandage, then,” She joked, though her eyes kept drifting toward Mason. He wasn’t playing up the situation like Freddy, just handling it with quiet focus, which somehow made her like him even more.

When Mason got Rogue to purr, Felicity relaxed a little. Rogue was safe, and despite her being stuck, it seemed she wasn’t too traumatized. Felicity let out a relieved sigh, her smile softening as Mason continued to soothe her usually diva-like cat. “I can’t believe she’s letting you do that,” She said, shaking her head in disbelief. “She’s usually a bit more… difficult.” She gave a small chuckle, feeling less embarrassed now that the crisis was more or less over.

At Mason’s offer to carry Rogue, she hesitated for a second, glancing down at her pajama-clad self. “Honestly, if you don’t mind, that would probably be best,” She admitted with a wry smile. “I’m afraid she’ll make a run for it if I try, and I’m not exactly dressed for chasing her around the block.” She tugged at the hem of her shirt, clearly self-conscious about her outfit, but grateful for Mason’s help all the same.

“Thank you, though, really,” She added, meeting his eyes briefly before looking away. “You’ve been a lot more patient than I managed to be.”

Freddy’s “cat whisperer” comment made her chuckle again, but she found herself more focused on Mason than Freddy’s playful banter. As Rogue purred contentedly in his arms, Felicity felt a strange mixture of relief and nerves. Having him there, helping her with something as silly as a stuck cat, felt oddly significant, even if it was just a small moment.

“Hopefully she won’t make a habit of this.” She said lightly, though a part of her didn’t entirely mind the idea of Mason coming to her rescue again.

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[Mason Lancaster]

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But I found out the hard way

Nothing is what it seems

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Of course, Freddy kept at it. If Mason didn’t know better he would believe that Freddy was determined to embarrass him. However, he was more than aware of the fact that his friend believed he needed help, that he needed someone to push him out of his comfort zone and make him realize that sometimes, it really was flirting. It wasn’t that Freddy was wrong. He was hopeless. Mason just wished he would realize that this was not the right time for it. [break][break]

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As they started toward the building, Rogue squirmed a bit in Mason’s arms. He started petting her, hands still smelling strongly of the catnip he’d rubbed them in. He was going to have to scrub to get the smell out, but that was okay, he didn’t mind all that much. “She was just scared.” He shrugged. “At least you found her pretty quickly. I can only imagine how much more agitated she’d have been if she’d been there a long time.” [break][break]

It wasn’t far to the entrance to their building. “I’m gonna go do the report.” Freddy announced as they approached. “Felicity the bakery lady, it was a pleasure. Your cat is a little terror, but that can be overlooked.” Freddy started toward the truck, and Mason shook his head. “Sorry, he can be too much sometimes.”

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