Who: Clark Kent and The Canary What: Running into burning buildings When: Tonight, September 28th Where: Out and about Rating/Warning: Low/none Status: Complete | Partner Thread
The flames roared loud enough that Sara could have heard it from blocks away, if she hadn’t seen the glow of the fire from further. The heat from it was immense, and she nearly shied away from it once she got there.
She couldn’t though, not really. There was a mother there, screaming about her child still being inside, and Sara thought she could see him in one of the windows. The firemen were already on the scene, but from all the people crying about their pets and their loved ones, they probably had their hands full.
Sara took a deep breath - smoke tinged but still fresh - and that was all the second guessing she did. If she was going to call herself a hero, she had to act like one. She plunged into the inferno.
Truck, ladder and ambulance were on the scene not even moments after the call came through. This? It was what Clark lived and strived for. Not people getting hurt, but the job. He loved working on truck and being able to help people. Make sure that they were safe.
Some of the other firefighters were getting demands about pets and some about their loved ones. Which had them all heading inside. The pets were saved, if they could find them, and the loved ones were brought out to the ambulance.
It's when he's heading back inside after the child that he notices a someone else head inside. Someone that definitely was not a firefighter. Nor anyone who was qualified to go into a burning inferno. They didn't even have a mask on. Which meant that it would be two lives instead of one that he'd have to pull out.
"You shouldn't be in here!" He hollers towards her, coming upon her. Even if he had no clue who in the world she was. Last thing he needed, however, was some civilian or person who wasn't qualified in any of this getting in the way of their job.
“Looks like you have your hands full,” Sara called back, needing to raise her voice nearly to a yell so that she could be heard over the roar of the flames. She wasn’t going to stop and have a conversation though - she might have been wearing a mask, but since it only covered her eyes it wasn’t helpful in anything except for hiding her identity. The heat was immense, and she was sweating hard under her suit.
She turned away from the firefighter, headed toward the room where she’d seen the faces in the window. In the room there was a small boy with his even smaller sister, huddled together in a corner, and for a minute, Sara hesitated. Carrying them both out wouldn’t be easy - she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to even manage it - but there was no way she’d be able to leave either one of them behind.
She grabbed the sheets from the crib, wishing that she had access to some sort of water supply, and quickly wrapped them around the children. Then she lifted them, one in each arm, and they buried their faces into either side of her neck. She began to make her way back out the way she came, slower than she would have liked, her head clouded with the smoke, knowing that the way would be nearly impossible if she ran into any sort of obstacle while carrying both of them.
To say that Clark was upset was an understatement. No civilian had any right being in a burning building. Much less without any gear on. Something that the woman didn't have. It was also a punishable offense too. Something that the city didn't take lightly to. Nor did she get to decide who did and didn't have their hands full, as it were.
Since she'd decided to be an idiot, heading into the building, it wasn't just those he saved there that he had to worry about, it was her too. Especially when the building itself wasn't in good enough condition for her to be traipsing around in it, doing her own thing. Whatever in the hell that was.
If anything, she was a distraction and nothing more. He does, however, find a few others in the building moving them out. "Get your head lower!" His voice rises above the flames even as he sees her head down a hall, one that he pulls her back away from momentarily as beams fall from above, not that far from them. She'd just have to get over him pulling her away from the falling beams and into a different direction.
"This way.."
Sara shot the fireman a small, grateful smile as he pulled her away from the hallway. She was a little disoriented, her brain not quite wanting to cooperate as she tried to think of an alternative way out, but he was pointing her in another direction and she was only too happy to follow his instructions.
Clark still wasn't exactly thrilled by what Sara had done. Not when she looked worse than what she had when she'd gone in. They'd need to check her out too, assuming that she didn't disappear on them. Something that he was afraid she might do. It wouldn't be the first time a civilian had done something like that.
Even going through the house, he makes sure that she keeps low. Once they're out he makes sure that the paramedics get the children that she'd pulled out of the house. "You need to get checked out." It wasn't really a suggestion.
Sara watched the kids go, smiling a little when their mother spotted them and ran crying up to them. She turned back to the fireman, dimly aware that he was talking to her, and she tried to make sense of the words she’d sort of heard but hadn’t quite processed yet.
“I will,” she said, her voice rough. Speaking was a little painful, though she managed to keep the grimace from her face. That didn’t mean that she was going to get checked out here. The next time the fireman took his eyes from her, she intended to disappear.
Clark was glad that the children were reunited with their mother. If anything had happened to any of those kids, he'd hate everything. So, despite the fact that Sara had done what she shouldn't of, he was glad that she'd managed to get the kids out safe. She, however, looked rough around the ages.
"Good. You don't look so hot," he tells her. Another fireman calls for him and he makes sure she's in the direction of the paramedics, then heads off towards his co-worker to make sure they didn't need anything else. To get other things settled.