“Thanks Gabby. I’ll ride back to the house with Matt.” I called over my shoulder getting out of the passenger seat of our ambulance truck. She waved bye to me as I quickly went inside the school. Moving down the hallway I found my brother's older son Griffin sitting outside the principal's office. Putting a hand on my hip I shook my head at him asking. “Is Casey already talking with him?”

“Yes, aunt Y/n.” Griffin nodded before I opened the door and shut it behind me seeing Matt was already talking with their principal and hadn’t noticed I was there just yet.

“Believe me, Griffin and I are gonna have a long talk the minute I get off shift. This won’t happen again.”

The principal sighed heavily sitting at his desk. “I have to say, Matt. This whole childcare situation doesn’t exactly instill me with confidence.”

“We’re making the best of it.” Matt told the principal simply.

“And who exactly is we? If you don’t mind me asking?”

Waving to the pair I finally introduced my presence in the office, walking up to the principal I shook his hand sitting down beside my boyfriend. “I guess it’s time I introduce myself, I’m Y/n, Y/n Darden. Ben and Griffin are my nephews. My brother Andy was also best friends with Matt here, that’s why we were both asked to take care of them by their mother Heather.”

“And how exactly do you know Mr. Casey?” The principal shifted his gaze between the two of us.

Gently looping my fingers through Matt’s I responded knowing this all is a bit much, especially considering we aren’t even married yet. “He’s my boyfriend. And as I said a minute ago my sister in law Heather asked both of us to watch out for them until she gets out.”

“Well it’s good to know that neither of you is having to raise these two young boys by yourself.” The principal nodded and thankfully he let us take the boys home after that. Matt and I had called into our captain and let him know we weren’t going to be able to finish out our shifts tonight but that we would them up another time.

Once we all had finished eating dinner I sent the boys off to get ready for bed. Matt was cleaning up the kitchen while I went to check on the boys, finding that Ben was asleep but Griffin was still awake so I whispered into the room getting his attention. “Can’t sleep, buddy?”

“I miss my parents.” He sniffed beginning to let some tears fall down his face.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed I gently ran a hand down his back knowing it always made me feel better when my brother would do it when I was upset. “Yeah. I miss your father too, Griff. I’m going to tell you something that most people say but when I say it you should know that it’s the truth.”

“What’s that, Aunt Y/n?” Griffin asked me, looking up at me.

Tracing patterns on his back I sniffed back some tears that were appearing in the corner of my eyes when I began explaining to him. “The same pain that you feel about missing your father I feel it too. I lost my brother. A lot of people will try to understand or claim that they know what you’re going through and some do and then some don’t. But I can tell you right for certain that I understand 100% what you are feeling when it comes to missing your father.”

“Thank you, Y/n.” Griffin spun around and flung his arms around my neck, crying some happy tears.

Wrapping my arms around his waist I kissed his forehead gently holding him tightly against my body until I smelled the fabric of his shirt suddenly feeling sick to my stomach for some reason. “You’re welcome - urgh!” Separating myself from the kid I dropped down on my knees grabbing his trash can in the corner and puking the dinner that I had eaten.

Griffin jumped down from his bed running over to me with concern. “Aunt Y/n, are you okay?”

“Uh - I guess dinner isn’t setting right for me.” Wiping my hand across my mouth I cleared my throat, sending my nephew a weak smile. “I’m alright. You don’t need to worry. Now get some sleep, you’ve got school tomorrow.”

He nodded going back over to his bed and climbed underneath the covers. “Goodnight Aunt Y/n.”

Leaving the two boys' bedrooms I entered my shared bedroom with Matt going directly to the bathroom. Rummaging around in the cabinet until I found a box of pregnancy tests I had recently bought at the store. Locking the door I sat on the toilet peeing on the stick and waited for the results, hearing a knock on the other side followed by my boyfriend’s voice. “Y/n, Y/n, are you okay. Griffin told me you got sick a few minutes ago in his room.”

“Give me a minute, Matt.” I called back to him, reading the time on my phone and seeing the test should be ready. Slowly opening the bathroom door I found my boyfriend leaning in the doorway until he saw me holding a pregnancy test in my hands. “There’s something I gotta tell you. I know that you’ve always talked about having kids and I know we haven’t really been trying but it’s -“

“You’re pregnant.” A huge grin crossed Matt’s face, stopping me from finishing my sentence, scooping me up into his arms and connecting our lips in a passionate and slow kiss.

Matt signaled me to jump and I wrapped my arms around his waist still holding the test in one hand. He walked me over to the bed and I tossed the test onto the bedside table. We fell down onto the mattress finally breaking the kissing to catch our breath. “So you’re happy, Mathew?” I giggled watching him begin to remove his shirt and I shrugged my own over my head throwing it somewhere onto the floor.

“Hell yeah I’m happy.” He chuckled, nuzzling his nose with mine, helping me remove my clothes and I did the same thing to him until he was hovering over me completely naked. He scanned my face more so asking about me having his kid then having sex. “Are you okay with all this? I know your nephews are enough of a handle right now.”

“We’re first responders, Matt. Having a baby has to be easier than the things we face on a daily basis.” Laughing playfully I wrapped my arms around his neck drawing him in for a kiss. He slowly slid his body into mine and the maitress began squeaking underneath our movements.

Matt bent his head down leaving kisses down my neck until he reached the crook of my neck, I moaned instantly when he kept kissing that particular spot. “I love you, Y/n - you’re gonna be a mama.”

Grabbing the sides of his face I pressed his forehead against my own. “Love you too. You’re going to be a daddy, Matt Casey.”

When he moved to the second car, he caught sight of the badge- GAFFNEY CHICAGO MEDICAL CENTER PERSONAL- before his eyes moved to the woman, who was awake and alert trying to get her bearings. She was a little bit younger than him, with curly brown hair pulled up into a bun, giving him a clear view of the cut she had on her forehead. 

“And you are?” He asked as he moved forward to help her up. He felt her stiffen momentarily as she glanced up at him.

Then the girl coughed, “Sarah Reese. Fourth Year Med Student.” 

As soon as the words passed through her lips, a pleasant burn came over the upper part of his arm where he knew his words to be. He had never experienced what happened when his words grew dark, but he had treated enough patients to know his words were darkening to black right now. 

Connor Rhodes had just met his soulmate.

But now was not the time to dwell on that. Now, there were dozens of people who needed his-their help. He pulled her up, keeping a steadying hand on her arm when her knees buckled. “I’m okay. I’m okay. Far as I can tell the cut isn’t too deep. But I think my arm popped out of its socket when I fell and I’m not concussed. It’s 2015. I’m on my way to Chicago Med to start my ED rotation. Grew up in New York.”

His soulmate-Sarah Reese was right. Her left arm was popped out of its socket. He gripped it and pinned her with a sympathetic look, “I can pop it back, but it’s going to hurt.”

“Okay. Just do it,” She nodded. 

“On three. One, two…” Connor didn’t say the other number, before he moved, snapping her arm back into place. 

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”

“Sorry, sorry. But how do you feel? Can you move your arm now?” Connor asked. She could. It was a little sore now, but manageable. She told him as much. 

“Then do you feel up to getting some practice in before your ED rotation? We have a lot of people that need help.” Connor half asked half told her. 

“Guess, I can’t say no with the number of injured people. But technically, I’m not supposed to perform procedures without a Chicago Med doctor supervising.”

“Good thing, I’m Chicago Med’s new trauma fellow. I start today too.” He said his thumb, rubbing her left wrist to try and find her pulse, just to be sure she was okay, but she flinched and Connor soon saw why. Banded like a bracelet around her wrist were the first words he had ever spoken to her. ‘And you are?’

He opened his mouth to apologize. Touching someone else’s words was highly frowned upon.  Even though he was her soulmate, he didn’t know her like that yet. She waved her hand backward, waving him off, “Let’s get moving.” 

And moving they did. Sarah was a little hesitant with procedures and it grated on Connor’s nerves at first, because people needed help before he remembered today was her first day of her ED. This was probably her first experience with treating people outside of a textbook, especially to this degree. 

“You good?” He asked in between people, glancing back at her. 

“Yeah,” she answered him before turning to the woman on her phone as they passed her, “Miss, are you calling 911?” 

“Yeah, they said firefighters and police should be here soon.” 

They continued to press forward. Only to stop a moment later when they saw one of the train cars. It looked like an accordion in a way, being half on the train tracks and half off of it. But that wasn’t all. The was another car after it. It looked as if it had been tossed on its side like a toy instead of the real thing.  There was a yellow electrical pole going through it. 

“Oh, this just went from really bad to catastrophic. ” Connor mumbled more to himself than anything. His soulmate, however, turned back around to the woman calling out, “Ma’am? Can I use your phone? I dropped mine when I fell.”

“What are you doing? She said she already called 911.” Connor said, after checking the car for any major injuries. Biting her lip, Sarah pressed the phone to her ear, “I know. I’m just trying to give us a leg up.”

The line trilled and trilled before going to voicemail. Sarah sighed, shooting a text off to the same number then she tried to call again. This time the person picked up. 

“Can’t talk right now Sarah. I’m on my way to a call.” Kelly’s Severide’s greeting was brief and to the point. 

“The train derailment.” It wasn’t a question. With the size of this crash and the number of injured people, there were bound to be at least three firehouses on their way, if not more. 

“Yeah, but how would you know? We just got the call about a minute ago. Not enough time for Chicago Med to get wind of it yet.” 

When Sarah was silent, her step-brother sighed heavily. “You were on the train, weren’t you?” 

“Technically, I’m still on the train.” 

“Shit Sarah, we really need to get you a car,” Kelly swore. 

“We can debate that later. Right now we have a lot of people who need help and that’s just who I saw. We still have two whole cars that we can’t get to. It looks like an EMS plan 2. Mass Casualty,”

Kelly swore again. “I’m buying you a damn car.”

“Accidents still happen with a car,” Sarah told him before she hung up. Handing the cell phone back to the woman she thanked her. 

“CFD should have some idea of what to expect now.” She said to no one in particular as she turned back to survey the scene. She could faintly hear the sirens. It wouldn’t be long now.

An hour and a half later, after narrowly avoiding Kelly, Shay, Andy, Brett, and anyone else she saw of 51. Or any of Kelly’s other friends from other firehouses; Sarah was in an ambulance on her way to Chicago Med, trying to keep a little girl calm as she yelled for her father while Connor was in the ambulance ahead of her treating a man they found in the car on the ground. He had major crush injuries.

“My daddy! You have to go back for my daddy! I want my daddy! I love my daddy!” The girl continued to wail 

When Sarah arrived at the hospital, a doctor took over with the little girl and Connor called for her to assist him. 

“Can you do a Cortis line in the groin?” He asked as she slipped on a pair of gloves.

“Mmhm,” she mumbled, stepping forward and because of the way her morning had gone, Sarah was quick to get the line set up. But when it came to getting the line in-she couldn’t.

“I can’t find a vein!” She panicked, her hands shaking so much from the adrenaline finally wearing off from this morning. A woman sighed, “He’s a patient, not a pin-cushion.”

Her hands shook even more. The patient flat-lined and Sarah’s heart fell to her stomach before a hand reached over and gently pried the needle out of her hands, sticking it in one go. Connor’s voice appeared behind her back, “Okay, charge to 100. Clear!” 

Everyone in the room echoed him as they took a step back. The monitor continued to flatline. Her soulmate (and if it hadn’t already been a disastrous morning Sarah would cringe at how bizarre that sounded even in the comfort of her own mind) called out again, “Charge to 200 and clear!” 

The monitor stopped its one long beep abruptly and instead started to beep. Not steadily, but close enough that they could work on getting it back to steady. 

“And he’s back,” Connor took his blood-soaked gloves off as did Sarah as she backed slowly out of the room while he addressed the nurses.

“Sarah Reese?” Sarah looked up to see an official-looking woman standing there. She wore glasses and held an air of professionalism in her black blazer and skirt with a white blouse and dark flats. The outfit brought out the warm hues in her brown eyes.

“Yes?” She asked nervously. The woman offered her hand, “I’m Sharon Goodwin. Chief of Services. We had decided you were a no-show when you didn’t show up this morning. But clearly, that wasn’t the case. Speaking of as soon as we have a doctor available, I’ll have someone stitch up your forehead. Other than that, do you have any other injuries we need to be aware of that need more immediate attention?”

“No ma’am,” Sarah accepted Mrs. Goodwin’s hand and shook it. Wincing slightly because her dominant hand was linked to her dislocated shoulder she had this morning. “And can I apologize for being late? This is not like me.” 

“It’s not like you could control a train coming off its tracks and Nurse Sexton vouched on your behalf. But I wanted to welcome you officially to Chicago Med and I’ll see if I can get a doctor to see you soon.” 

“It’s not that big of a deal I can-”

“I can do it,” a male voice said from behind them. 

“Doctor Rhodes,” the chief of services, turned to face Sarah’s soulmate. She offered her hand to him as well as she introduced herself again. “Welcome to you also. Oh, you’re hurt as well.”

“I’m fine. Is every day like this?” He questioned dryly and their supervisor responded in kind, “Well, some days we’re busy.”

He laughed as another ambulance rolled in with a frequent flier with Cystic Fibrosis, named Jamie. He seemed to be a little younger than Sarah, just entering his early twenties.

“I can wait,” Sarah assured the chief of services and Connor after Mrs. Goodwin asked him to look after Jamie because all of the other ED doctors were attending to crash victims. She shrugged, “Head wound isn’t going anywhere.” 

Connor narrowed his eyes at her. She rolled her eyes. How come he could claim to be fine with an injury and she couldn’t? “I’m serious. It’s fine. Blood’s dry and I’m not even feeling dizzy.” 

Then she walked away before he could argue with her. Soon she was pulled into another case. This one started with a mom running out of a treatment room, screaming that her daughter couldn’t breathe. 

Sarah moved without thinking about it. Pressing the code blue button, she started chest compressions. It would be later after she had broken the girl’s ribs, that it was the same girl from the ambulance ride.

“Hey, I‘m waiting on some test results for Jamie so I can sew you up now,” Connor said a little while later, then he paused when he saw the expression on her face. His soulmate seemed…lost for lack of a better word, “…Are you okay?” 

“I just broke a little girl’s ribs to restart her heart.” She said dimly, almost unaware of who she was speaking to or speaking at all for that matter. 

“So you saved her life,” Connor said slowly, slightly louder than he normally would when talking to someone right next to him. Maybe he could get her to focus on the fact that she had just saved someone’s life. 

“But I broke her ribs.” She repeated. Connor sighed softly, reaching out to grip her shoulder. He squeezed until his soulmate met his eyes. She had brown eyes. Which he knew already, but now he could take the time and study them. He was a sucker for brown eyes, but it seemed like he was a sucker, especially for her. They were soft brown like milk chocolate. And warm. So warm.

“To restart her heart,” Connor said in a serious but soft tone. He squeezed her shoulder again. Dimly he wondered if he would be trying this hard to make her feel better if she wasn’t his soulmate. “Broken ribs can always heal. We can’t always restart a heart. But you did that for a little girl.”

“I guess,” she mumbled and Connor had to accept that for now as he led her to an empty treatment room. He had her sit down on a treatment bed while he gathered what he needed to stitch her up. 

“You believe in them, don’t you? Soulmates?” She asked. He was cleaning off the dried blood from her forehead. 

“My mom and dad weren’t soulmates. But my mom had one. He died when they were in college. She always talked about how special and important soulmate bonds were. I guess somehow that got impressed onto me, being the one out of me and my sister to receive a soul mark. You don’t believe in them?” He didn’t have to ask. The way she asked said that she did. But Connor asked anyway. 

Sarah shrugged as he threaded the needle. “I’ve watched my mom go through two nasty divorces and I’m part of the two percent of the U.S. population born with a soul mark when neither parent had one. The only people around me that are soulmates or had met each other were my brother’s best friend and his wife. So I…I’m not quite sure what you want from me.”

At least she was honest. And to be completely honest with himself, Connor wasn’t sure what he wanted from her either. In the beginning, when he first received his mark, he wanted a relationship like his mother had had with her soulmate. But as the years wore on and he didn’t find her, he started finding other people. A few serious relationships and a longer than he cared to admit list of one-night stands. Yet the stories his mother would tell to him and his sister kept swirling in her head. 

He put numbing cream on her skin, before tilting her head to get a better angle for the stitches. Sarah hissed when the needle first made contact with her skin. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” He muttered to her out of habit. They sat in silence while he worked for a few minutes until…

“I know how to do a groin line,” she told him abruptly. But Connor didn’t even so much as falter in his movements as he tied off her wound. He nodded, “I’m sure you do. It was probably just your adrenaline wearing off.” 

“Your adrenaline was probably wearing off too. But you stuck it in one go.” 

“I have four years more experience than you do. It’s only your first day. Give it time and you’ll get there.” He paused, “You up for helping me now? I can stitch myself up. But I can’t tie off my wound myself from the angle I’m going to have to come at it with.” When Sarah nodded, he moved, changing his gloves,  picking up a new needle, and threading it. Then he stripped off his shirt and got to work.

“So can I ask you a question?” He asked while she put on a pair of gloves. 

“Sure…Oh wow. Your stitches are nearly perfect.” She said, watching as his practiced easy movements. She looked into his eyes, “Is that a trauma surgeon thing or a you thing?” 

Nothing he didn’t already know. So Connor smirked slightly at his soulmate, “I’d like to think it’s just a me thing. But it’s just years of practice. After my residency, I spent a year in Riyadh where I was paid very well not to leave unsightly scars.”

“So you’re not full of yourself at all,” she deadpanned. Connor's smirk morphed into a grin as he struggled to contain his laughter. Well, Sarah Reese wasn’t as timid as she seemed.

“Were you a firefighter before you decided to go to medical school?” He asked and to his slight surprise because she seemed to know about the CFD. While he hopped in the back of the first ambulance he saw with Jorge, he caught Sarah staying back to talk to a very tall, broad-shouldered man with dark umber skin and inky black hair. From the way he was dressed before he wrapped a firefighter jacket around his large frame, he seemed to be someone of importance.

“But you were talking to that man at the scene. You seemed to know a lot of their shorthand,” Confusion dawned in her brown eyes so he clarified, “The one with the white shirt?”

“Oh, you mean Boden. Yeah, he’s the battalion chief over at firehouse 51. But no. I’m not a firefighter. Probably should’ve been, considering how I was raised but I can’t run for shit. My brother is though. He’s a lieutenant. I guess some of what he’s been saying since I was twelve finally sunk in.”

Connor hummed in acknowledgment, pulling another stitch closed. “You said you were from New York on the train?” 

She nodded. “Yeah,  I moved to Chicago when I was ten though. Left for college and then came back to the city for medical school. Wanted to have more family around. You?”

“Chicago. Born and bred. Been away for a while.” He made the last stitch, before glancing up at her. “Can you pinch the sides together now?” 

“Well then welcome home,” she said with a smile and he grinned back.

There was a knock on the window before the glass door slid open. Sarah looked up and saw April standing there with a stack of clothes and a tablet. 

“Dr. Rhodes, Jamie’s scans came back, and oh, here are your scrubs. And Ms. Acosta, Jorge’s girlfriend is here.” She said, before pivoting to Sarah, handing her a set of blue scrubs. “And these are my backup scrubs, but at least they’re not bloody or covered in dirt.”

“I may need to start carrying a change of clothes with me because this seems to happen to me a lot at Med.” Sarah smiled gratefully at the nurse, “Thanks April.”

“Oh, and Herrmann and Andy Darden are here, dropping off belongings from the train. I think Darden is also looking for you though.” 

“Thanks, April,” she said once more. Shooting her brother’s friend a smile in thanks and then one at Connor, “And thanks for stitching me up. You probably saved me from a lecture that I really don’t have the energy to deal with right now.”

She paused by the door as she rolled her eyes fondly, “That’s big brothers for you though.”

Then she was stepping out of the treatment room, sliding the glass door shut behind her as she walked away. Connor glanced at the nurse. April, Sarah had called her. “She isn’t really as timid as she seems is she?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve known Sarah since she was ten. I went to school with her brother. It takes a little while to get her out of her shell, but once you do…” She trailed off while a smile slowly grew on her lips and Connor nodded as he looked down at the tablet. He understood what she was saying.

Andy had her phone. They found it during the overhaul and apparently he came to check on her because Kelly couldn’t. Squad Three had received another call after they finished helping Truck with the clean-up of their assigned train car. He hissed when he saw her forehead, after pulling away from the hug, he had pulled her into upon seeing her. 

“How many stitches?” 

“I don’t know. He didn’t say and I wasn’t paying attention.” 

“You know Kelly’s threatening to buy you a car.” 

“And how long has he been saying that? For the last four years?” Sarah rolled her eyes, “I want a car like what he has. I want a car where we rebuild the motor like we did when you were two were in high school.” 

“You want a 2007 black and yellow Camaro where we rebuild the engine.” Andy corrected with a smirk folding his arms over his chest, “Because you love the movie Transformers and want a Bumblebee.” 

“Kelly promised after I finished my first year of college,” Sarah laughed. Her brother’s oldest friend nodded with a snort, “I know. Who do you think has been going to car graveyards and car dealerships with him?” 

Herrmann called out to Andy and both he and Sarah turned. They were ready to head back to the crash site for the next load of belongings. She waved to the older firefighter as her bonus big brother planted a kiss on her forehead. As he made his way across the room, he turned and was walking backward when he called to her, “Oh! And Heather says you better be at the baby shower! She’s counting on you to keep her sane since Shay’s got baby fever these days.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there.” Sarah waved her hand flippantly and Andy laughed again as he turned back around jogging after Herrmann. 

“The central line. Can’t tell you how many times I missed it before I got it.” He said as he found the one person he had been searching for all day. She looked back at him, a frown pulling her lips down. She eyed him warily for a moment before she returned to her task. “I’m fine with him. I never miss.” 

Connor moved so he was standing more in the room, folding his arms. “Yeah, that’s because he’s the ideal patient. His life isn’t in the balance and you can’t hurt him.”

Sarah huffed, eyeing him again. She clicked her tongue, “If this wasn’t a requirement, I wouldn’t even be here.” 

She turned back around, the sleeve of her lab coat falling slightly, and now he could see his words on her skin. Still banded like a bracelet around her wrist were the first words he had ever spoken to her. ‘And you are?’

Connor forced his eyes to look away from her wrist and back to her face. “And where would you be?” 

“I’m a lab person,” she admitted quietly. Connor raised an eyebrow, “Pathology?”

“Maybe,” she admitted quietly. He nodded and then told her, “Every med student feels that way when they first start treating patients…I did.”

“You? Mister trauma?”

He chuckled quietly, “Hey, that’s Dr. Trauma. Most people call me Connor though. But yes, my first day dealing with patients I swore, when match day came up, I was going to pick pathology.”

“What happened?” 

”Somewhere along the way I just fell into a rhythm of things and figured out I liked helping people way too much to be in a lab all day.” Connor shrugged, “I’m not saying it’ll be the same for you. But don’t make any decisions yet based on your first day in the ED. Give it some time.”

Then he was walking away, leaving Sarah to stare after her soulmate. 

“Hey!” Kelly said, spotting his step-sister at the end of the shift. He smiled sympathetically at her, “Hell of a first day huh?” 

“Yeah. What are you doing here? I didn’t figure I’d see you until I got home tonight.” Sarah yawned, rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, I have a date-” Kelly Severide looked sheepish. He rubbed the back of his neck, “-with April. But these plans were made before this morning so if you want me to, I can cancel and take you home.”

She knew when they were made. She also knew her brother had been really excited about this too. And Sarah wasn’t about to let them cancel just because she had gotten hurt. “No. It’s okay. Go on your date. I’m just a little sore. Nothing I can’t handle and if I need anything, Shay will be there. I already talked to her.” 

Truthfully she didn’t know if Leslie Shay would be there or not. But she didn’t want her big brother to worry about her. And it seemed to satisfy her brother as he nodded. “How are you getting home?” 

“I figure I’d just take the bus,” Sarah shrugged, but Kelly shook his head and reached into his pocket, “Take my car. I’m sure April won’t mind dropping me home after.” 

When he dropped the keys in her hand, he saw her words. No longer dark grey but black. “So you met them? When?” 

“Yeah. Today on the train.”

“What’s he like?” There was a pause before her brother corrected himself, “Or she? What’s she like?” 

When Sarah said nothing, Kelly continued to squirm, “Or they? What are they like?” 

 “He, or at least I think so. He hasn’t corrected me otherwise.” Sarah laughed, before shrugging, “And he seems alright so far. But it’s only been a day.” 

After her step-brother surprised her and told her to keep an open mind about her soulmate, (Mister Made His Way Through Half The Female Population of Chicago) he pressed a kiss to her forehead as a goodbye, saying he needed to find April or she might think he stood her up. 

So Kelly’s advice was the only reason Sarah could think of that propelled her to offer Connor a ride home when she saw him start to leave for the night.

“Hey, my brother had a date tonight and left me his car. Do you want a ride home?” Her soulmate turned and blinked at her. Considering her. Then he nodded with a tired smile, “Sure, that’d be great.”