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“I-I need you do to something for me. I—” There’s a terrible wheeze and Bobby can almost see the man’s pinched face, desperately trying to smooth any indication of harm. “I need you to tell—”
“No.” Bobby says strongly into the radio, his eyes never wavering from the collapsed building. He feels himself losing it – he feels the same terrible ache snake in his spine then he did that night, smoke clouding his lungs. “No, firefighter, you’re not doing this. We’re clearing debris and we’ll—”
“Please?”
It’s small, almost childlike.
How could he ever deny a dying man’s request?
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After reevaluating his career, Eddie finds himself in Texas. It’s alright, if not a boring existence. In his selfish moments, he longs for the adrenaline rush of a fire, the open air on his face. But he’s… fine. He has to be. Fine, that is. He moved for Christopher, his life in L.A. nothing more than a painful memory of what could’ve been. Eddie’s fine.When his Abuela watches the news, Eddie knows everything will change. A story about a firefighter, trapped in a building with kids. A firefighter wheezing goodbyes for those who have left him. A firefighter from the 118.
Eddie is not fine.
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Bit by bit, Buck stopped.
It began with the little things. First, he stopped checking his phone when he woke up. He used to do it everyday. He’d check for notifications on Chimney’s instagram, or maybe a new message from the 118 group chat. It wasn’t that anyone other than him texted at one in the morning, but sometimes he’d sleep past one of Cap’s old-timey GIFs or whatever.
Sometimes, Athena would text and greet him good morning. And a few weeks into knowing him, Chris would send a morning message begging for help, normally because Eddie was trying to make pancakes again.
So, with everything going on, Buck always made it a point that the moment his eyes opened, he would check his phone.
Until the first week after the lawsuit, and for the seventh day in a row, there wasn’t anything there except a pitfall in Buck’s stomach.
Nothing.
Never.
Not even a quick ‘hello’.
So, Buck ceased checking his phone. After all, why did he even need to?
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So really, after all the training, after all the years of call after call and day after day pulling people out of their worst nightmare, he should’ve known.
He should’ve known that dead weight doesn’t feel the way living bodies do. That every ounce of it doubles when it’s someone you love.
All he can think about is getting Buck back into his arms, keeping him there, holding tight enough as if he can force the life back into him by sheer proximity. The thought of letting the line slip through his fingers feels worse than dying, but he calls for more slack anyway, watching as the distance grows between them.
Those were priceless seconds he just wasted, he thinks.
He should’ve known better.
He should’ve.
Fuck.
Or,
Do you ever wonder what was going on in Eddie's head after Buck was struck by lightning?Or,
Eddie admits he loves Buck after Buck is struck by lightning.Bookmarked by Scarlet_Boy
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May: it's a weighted voting system, your vote has more weight if you have a queer parent
Denny: so i have the most voting power
Harry: which usually works out because denny is the most sensible of us
May: harry and i get one vote, denny gets two and chris gets an honorary vote
Ravi: why an honorary vote?
Chris: i have a bisexual buck
Denny: duhhhh
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Christopher starts shaking more violently then. “Buck jumped back in the water for me.”
There’s a protocol for a lot of scenarios, both in the Army and as an EMT. Eddie is used to knowing what to do, and how to do it; who to help, and where. Yet now, hopelessness splits through him like a bullet. Eddie doesn’t know what else to do other than hold his kid tighter and press his lips to his temple.
“Is that– Christopher?” Hen asks over his shoulder. The tiny pocket of universe that he’s created with just him, his son, and Buck’s name battering in his chest unravels.
Still keeping Christopher in his arms, Eddie rises to his feet. “I made Buck watch him for the day to get him out of the house. He– he brought him to the pier.”
“Where is he, Eddie?” Bobby asks carefully.
There’s a protocol for a lot of scenarios, both in the Army and as an EMT, but not for this.
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Evan Buckley can’t look his best friend in the eye and tell him he failed, so he doesn’t. He stumbles around a drowning wasteland looking for the brightest little boy he’s ever known, and when he can’t find him, he just… keeps on walking.
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