A Heated Reunion

"Possible house fire located at..." came through dispatch just as Ivana Valdur, or Ivy to most, emerged from a meeting with her men on the new methods of fire safety prevention that were to be implemented over the following weeks or months.

Strangely enough, considering the island was a very progressive place, Ivy was the only woman in the department at the moment and she was also the current fire chief. A fact which had ruffled a few feathers when she was offered the job a few years ago. However, luckily for Ivy, she had a tough skin - in both the metaphorical as well as the literal sense.

"I'll take this one," Ivana stated. She was always willing to go out in the field. Office paperwork and scheduling were not a part of the job she particularly enjoyed. "Carl, you´re with me, Ixti too," she ordered as the two men in question hurried to get ready to ride out to the address of the potential house fire.


@Sashi

(I am allowing for you to kind of set up the type and gravity of the fire, how Ivanka is reacting, and so forth.)

"Oh my frickin' lord," Ivy breathed, her brow furrowing with concern when she suddenly spotted the plumes of dark smoke billowing in the distance as the firetruck raced, sirens screaming, to its destination. They were still a good twenty or thirty blocks away and the black smoke rising from the scene was quite worrisome, to say the least. Most modern homes could go up in flames in a matter of minutes given the right conditions, and that amount of smoke did not bode well.

Within minutes they arrived at the fire, and before the truck was even fully stopped, Ivy and Itxi were jumping off the sides and scrambling to unravel the hoses while Carl flipped the switch and let the water pressure flow.

"Is everyone out?" Ivy called out loudly to the people milling around as she put on her helmet and ran up the steps to the building, covering the distance in less than a second.

"No, the woman who lives there, Ivanka Stepanov, sh-she's still inside," a younger man told her, fear in his voice.

"Who?" Ivy asked a bit too abruptly when she heard the name. Surely it couldn't be, she thought as she clipped her helmet in place. The world was full of Ivankas, but as she turned her head and watched the flames start billowing, Ivana had a very strange feeling that it was who she suspected it to be.

"Ivanka Stepanov," he said again as he looked at Ivana almost strangely now, thinking there was something about her.

"Damn it," Ivy swore then and took off running towards the house before the man could say any more. The flames now threatening to engulf a window as Itxi started turning the hose on the area in question.

"It had so better not be her," she muttered, pulling her oxygen mask over her face as she entered the building and carefully but quickly started searching the lower part of the building for Ivanka.

(I'll let you do a short post if you like.)

Pushing open doors slowly as she searched the home, Ivana finally came to the source of the fire and found a woman, who she recognised almost immediately, lying unconscious on the floor, her clothes singed, small burns on her body, smoke all around her.

Feeling an immediate need to help and get her mother to safety, which overrode any other feeling Ivana was having at the moment, Ivy knelt down and gently picked her up, placing her own oxygen mask around Ivanka's head as she carried her through the smoke and fire to safety, stumbling a few times when she tripped over falling debris.

Once outside the burning building, Ivana shouted loudly for help and ordered, not asked, for someone to call the paramedics.

"You there," she yelled at a person standing by watching. "Come here," she ordered, "Watch over her until help comes," she said, not taking no for an answer, as she placed her mother gently on the grass. Ivanka, the Emerald dragon, bitchiest she-dragon around, looked so helpless and not scary at all, Ivana realised. The woman was not the mother she had once feared and avoided at all costs, and this knowledge was something that shook Ivana a bit.

"Make sure she stays where she is, and please don't let her get up or leave if she comes around," Ivana ordered, a little less brusquely now as she stood up and put back on her mask and went back to help put out the fire.

Ivana had gone home to change after they put out the fire and boarded up the house so that nobody could enter and possibly get hurt from unstable flooring or loose beams until the fire department could bring in an inspector to look for the cause of the fire. Afterward, she had then made her way down to the hospital to see how Ivanka was doing, told she was still unconscious by doctors, and had been there waiting ever since for her to wake up - actually quite worried about her mother - although, it would take wild horses to drag that out of her.

"You're awake," Ivana said evenly, smirking at the fucked up comment since she agreed wholeheartedly with it, as she re-entered her mother's hospital room. She had left a bit earlier to get herself some coffee and stretch her legs.

"How are you feeling?" Ivana asked her as she sat down in a chair and regarded the woman, her mother, Ivanka, in the hospital bed somewhat guardedly. Ivy was not quite sure what she was feeling right now about everything, but she had to admit she was relieved that Ivanka seemed to be alright.

Not too overly surprised by the question, Ivana looked at her mother and sighed in exasperation. Apparently, Ivanka was the same self-absorbed woman as she always had been, Ivana mused as she sat forward in her chair.

"I'm Ivana, one of the first born," she pointed out, "You know, one of the ones the family thought would amount to nothing and should have been married off in some family alliance," she told her, trying to see if that jogged her memory a bit more.

(Feel free to make up whatever you want, I am going with the "middle ages where girls are only good for breeding and making family alliances" sort of background idea).