“Am I speaking with Mr Evan Buckley?” It’s a female voice, Buck can make out some noise in the background.
“Yes, who is this?” The uncertainty bleeds into his tone, but he’s not overly concerned straight away.
“This is nurse Prichard from Providence Memorial Hospital, you’re listed as the emergency contact for Mr Edmundo Diaz?”
“Is Eddie okay? What happened?”
“Mr Diaz was in a car accident, I’m afraid he’s suffered some severe injuries. The doctors require permission to perform life-saving—”
“Yes, yes. Do anything you need to do.” There’s no need to stop and find out what needs doing, only that Eddie needs it.
Two years following the sniper attacks in Los Angeles, the 118 looks very different; new members, old faces missing, growing families, the 118 changes and expands.
Everything turns on its head with one phone call, when Buck quickly discovers that two years-and two states of distance-doesn't mean fundamental truths are changed.
Eddie Diaz has always known he can count on Buck when he needs him the most, especially when it comes to Christopher. Can these distant best friends rebuild what trauma tore apart while facing an uncertain future?
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04 Aug 2022
Retired Navy Seal, florist and girl dad Evan Buckley volunteers with the American Humane Society to foster ex-military dogs. This time, he's been assigned Sunshine, a gorgeous golden retriever who has been retired from active duty.
When Eddie comes to pick up Sunshine after his tour, maybe it's not the only thing he'll pick up.
The guy is standing with his back to him in front of an open locker. He’s in the middle of changing and Buck doesn’t mean to gawk but then the guy turns to the side and-
That’s definitely the hot dad from Sophie’s school.
“Uh Carla,” he says vaguely, not entirely sure he hasn’t interrupted her. “I’ll have to call you back." He drops his phone back down by his side before she has a chance to reply, staring in dumbfounded bewilderment as Eddie Diaz pulls an LAFD shirt over his – very chiselled – chest.
“You know it’s rude to stare.”
Buck jumps, snapping his neck to the side to see Hen approaching.
“Do we need to get you laid?” she asks bluntly. “Should Karen and I take you out this weekend? I mean, first that dad at the kids’ school and now the new guy? Come on, Buck. Close your mouth.”
He splutters, tries to muster up some indignation at Hen’s comment, but then he catches sight of Eddie again, now buttoning up his over-shirt and instead all he can manage is-
“That is the hot dad from the kids’ school.”
In which Buck has a crush on the hot dad of the new kid in his daughter's class. The hot dad who also happens to be his new co-worker. Yeah, this is fine.
“Buck, Karen, and Eddie stayed on the couch and talked while the kids settled on the floor to draw. It all felt so wonderfully normal that Eddie found himself forgetting that he hadn’t just closed his eyes in serenity as he leaned against Buck.
That’s what made the spell breaking so painful.
“Dad! Look! I drew the firetru- Oh, wait, it’s okay you can see it when you’re all better!” Christopher said it so cheerfully, not even hesitating before going back to swapping out pens with Denny.
But Eddie felt it like a shot to the chest.
He couldn’t see his son’s drawings.
Buck and Karen had barely paused in the conversation, but Eddie could hear how strained it became, both of them obviously knowing exactly how heartbreaking the moment had been. Buck’s arm wrapped more tightly around Eddie’s waist, chin resting on his shoulder.”
losing your sight for a week sucks but at least eddie has buck to guide him through his healing or at least through his own house
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06 Aug 2022
He wonders whether he should’ve warned Eddie that he was on his way, but he won’t bother with it now. It’s the middle of the night, the neighborhood so comfortably still that it makes Buck squirm, and there’s nothing left to do but let himself in, the keys rattling in his grip and amplifying everything Buck doesn’t want to feel.
Buck opens the door and steps inside, toeing off his shoes as he locks up. The living room is lit by an infomercial that suggests Eddie isn’t watching anything at all, and Buck looks on curiously as the mound of blankets on the couch turns toward him.
“Took you a minute to come in,” Eddie mumbles.
“Yeah, no, I—” Buck sighs. “I just wanted to check. I—I wasn’t sure.”
“Sure about what?”
“Whether you’re okay.”
The blankets shift until they’re staring at the tv again. “I’m not.”
Set during s3/s4, featuring a lot of sex and angst and love and beautiful idiots (affectionate) who could always save themselves some trouble if they had one thoroughly honest conversation. Written for the prompt, "a touch when you’re falling apart."
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06 Aug 2022