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You’ve never looked more beautiful ||

@911couplesretreat Day 1

Rating is Teen+. Nothing explicit, just straight hurt comfort :)

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1.

Do cars float?

In order to appease her racing heart, she conceded that they did. She glanced over at Judd, who looked nauseous. He always had been sea sick. Just looking at a body of moving water bigger than a swimming pool got him leaning over a dumpster. She reached over and grabbed his hand, the car already submerged in pitch black darkness.

One. Two. Three squeezes beginning with Judd’s gentleness and echoed with Grace’s petrified ones. One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three. I. Love. You. I. Love. You. One. Two. Three. I. Love. You.

The words didn’t need to be said, even if they could be. The sound of sirens approaching was distorted by the water, but nothing could distort the subtle squeezes fading quickly as time passed.

—

Judd awoke with a violent start. The last thing he had been thinking about was Grace and her safety. He’d never been more terrified in his life. The steady beep of the monitors calmed him down, but he didn’t relax until he saw Grace in the bed beside him. Her curls were matted in places, and some of them were strung out halfway past her shoulders. The monitor next to her appeased his worry. Heart rate 74. Oxygen stats 99. He glanced around the room, half expecting Owen or someone else to be watching them sleep, but it was empty.

Judd attempted to maneuver out of bed, ignoring the twinge of pain in his ribs and the sharp sting of recent stitches. He had worse injuries and worse pain. He was fine, and would be finer next to his wife.

Grace stirred slightly as Judd took her hand. He’d decided within four steps that trying to climb into her hospital bed might do more harm than good for both of them. So he held her hand.

He couldn’t think to say to her, which was an awful feeling. Not being able to say anything to your soulmate, your best friend, was heartbreaking. So he just reminisced.

“Do you remember the time we both forgot our anniversary? January 31, and we’d both had horrible shifts. I had my hand on this dude’s heart, felt it beating in my hand and then it stopped. Worst call of my life. And yours, yours was worse than mine. Doucheba—sorry, I know you hate when I call people that. He calls 9-1-1 and harasses you for being what? A woman? A black woman? God, you told me about that, and I was livid. But you told me you forgave him. And then I realized I married a saint. I love you. I love you so much.” He was obviously rambling, forcing the silence to hide in the corners of the room fearfully. But he continued.

“So I called you and I said, how does Baron’s sound? I came home to pick you up, still in my disgusting clothes from work, and you. You looked amazing. I wanted to say screw Baron’s. But you said I had to buy you dinner first. So I pulled on the suit I had worn for our wedding. The pants were almost impossible to get on, but hell, I did it. And I never realized how just how lucky I was to have you as my girl. Obviously, you always been the prettiest girl I’d ever seen in my life. Smartest, funniest. I married up. I thought you looked the most beautiful that night. Hair and makeup flawless. Dress breathtaking. But now I’ve changed my mind, because every moment I look at you, you’ve never looked more beautiful.”

Judd leaned down to kiss her on the forehead and her hand squeezed his a second later. One. Two. Three. “I love you.” Her eyes fluttered open and her hand squeezed his again. One. Two. Three. I. Love. You.

—

A few days later, with neither Judd nor Grace released from the hospital, they were finally allowed to push their beds together. The pair hadn’t stopped holding hands.

They’d been told by doctors, their parents, a very concerned TK backed up by the 126, plus a few of Grace’s fellow dispatchers to take it easy. None of them were actually allowed in the room, but the energy over FaceTime was second to none.

“Take it easy. We dragged you out the freakin ocean, and I swear I will-” TK was cut off by Judd.

“It was a lake.” Judd chuckled only to aggravate his broken ribs.

Grace had fallen asleep in the call, her body still exhausted from the day. She’d taken the brunt of the damage, but all in all, they’d both made it relatively unharmed. Grace had a communicated ulnar fracture, a broken collar bone, a reinflated lung, and broken ribs. After four hours in surgery, she was going to heal up just fine.

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2.

One month later, the couple was cleared to return to their normal lives. Graces arm was still casted and Judd still laughed lighter to shield his ribs. Their first shifts back had been met with concern and pride from their coworkers. Judd was still benched, but Grace took a few calls. Including one from Judd.

“How does Baron’s sound?”

—

An hour later, Judd returned home to find himself transported to January 31 a few years ago. Graces yellow dress was exactly the same, but he’d bought a different suit for the occasion.

“You look amazing.” Judd took Grace carefully in his arms, his hand cupping the back of her head. “You’re so beautiful.”

“And you’ve never looked more handsome.” She saw the look in Judd’s eyes, and winked. “You’ll have to buy me dinner first.”

“You’re so beautiful when you’re teasing me.”

“I know.”

#911couplesretreat #911 ls #911 lonestar #judd x grace

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everybody hurts, and don’t pretend you’re different

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"Go to sleep, my dear boyfriend. Go to sleep, go to sleep," TK's singing voice wasn't recording studio worthy, but it was music to Carlos' ears. He was exhausted, but he hadn't slept in days. He lay in bed, staring at the wall, flipping the pillows over and over again, and more often than not, letting his mind race. He'd never been an insomniac, but he was beginning to blame stress less and less. TK usually fell asleep in seconds, but tonight he had left their bed in search of something else. He'd tried not to overburden Carlos with remedies to his insomnia, but the 13th night in a row of this kind of problem was getting a little ridiculous.

So TK returned with melatonin gummies. He held the bottle out to his incredulous and very handsome boyfriend. "No, TK, you know I don't take stuff like this,"

"And after almost two weeks of you getting no sleep, I don't care. Take the damn gummies." TK's unusual bossiness was not helping Carlos feel the mood to sleep. Carlos let his eyebrows raise and give TK a look of invitation. They caught eyes and with a slight shake of his head, TK had Carlos grabbing the bottle from him and swallowing a few gummies vaguely shaped like raspberries. For someone who said puppy dog eyes didn't work on him, Carlos sure did cave to them when it was his boyfriend making them.

Both of them fell asleep quickly, their bodies as close as possible under the covers. Their soft snores were almost in sync, just a beat off of one anothers'. They looked peaceful, mostly from lack of sleep. TK had a bit of a habit of holding things in his sleep. Sometimes it was the comforter, and other times the pillowcases. Tonight, his hands happened to be resting on Carlos's arm, unconsciously reassuring himself that everything was exactly how it had been when he went to sleep. Everything was silent, save the snores, until Carlos screamed in his sleep. His hands lashed out to pull himself back to reality and he lay there, trying his best to force air into his lungs slowly, calmly, and carefully.

"Carlos?" TK didn't seem scared, even though he was awoken by a literal terror-filled scream. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He took Carlos's hands in his, running over his knuckles with his thumbs.

"Bad dream." Carlos's voice was shakier than TK had ever heard it, but he smiled in the darkness. "Just a dream."

TK's hands didn't release Carlos's for a long time. He knew better than to force a conversation, but he still attempted to prove his willingness to listen. So stroking the knuckles of his boyfriend would have to do.

It was a while before either of them fell asleep. Carlos fell asleep first, despite his racing mind and deceptively calm heart rate. TK has forced himself to stay awake until Carlos fell asleep, eventually dozing off with Carlos’s head on his chest, their hands cradling each other unconsciously.

Carlos’s body stiffened sharply a while later, his knees flying up into fetal position, whacking TK on their way up. Carlos began to cry softly, rocking himself back and forth to calm down. TKs eyes flew open before pulling Carlos into his arms.

“Hey, I’m here, you’re okay. Just a dream. Just a dream.” TK could feel both of their hearts racing almost in sync. Carlos sniffled softly, batting his tears away with the back of his hand.

“I’m sorry, I woke you up again,” Carlos said, his emotion bleeding into his speech. TK wiped the leftover tears away with his thumb.

“You didn’t wake me up.”

“You always have been an awful liar.” Carlos smiled wryly. Sadly. Tears spilled out one at a time from his eyes, dropping onto TK’s forearms like puddles.

“Psh.”

There was a patch of silence, Carlos looking at TK with sad eyes. Every part of him looked sad, to be completely honest.

The space between them closed with Carlos’s headmoving to rest on Tks chest. “I dreamt I lost you.” Carlos didn’t think TK would hear his barely audible whisper. “Felt your heart stop. And I. I..I lost you.” Tears began to fall and neither one made a move to wipe them away. “And I couldn’t save you.”

TKs breath hitched a bit in his throat, and he thought he might begin to cry as well. “As long as I am breathing, you will never lose me. I will promise you that.”

As close as the two already were, TK pulled Carlos a little closer and pressed a kiss to his hair.

“I love you.” The three words were whispered by both TK and Carlos at the same time for the first time.

“I love you too.” It was easy. Like they’d been saying it to each other their whole lives, just as natural as breathing.

From that night on, melatonin gummies were off limits for both of them. But the late night affirmations were not, and were a frequent occurrence more often than not.

#tarlos #fanfiction #911

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Anybody who’s got metal rods, steel in their body, raise their hand.

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Laundry Day

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 Buck had overslept. Slept straight through his alarms, only to wake up 13 minutes before he needed to be leaving for work. Second time this week and, to matters worse, every single one of his LAFD shirts was balled up in the corner of his room. After pulling on the bottom half of his uniform, he sniffed the balled-up shirts. Rank, rancid, double rank, gag-inducing. The thought of wearing a disgusting smelling shirt made Buck's skin crawl, so he threw on a plain black shirt and hoped for the best. Hopefully, Bobby wouldn't see him before he could pull on an actual LAFD shirt straight from the dryer.

Buck pulled into the station's parking lot 11 and a half minutes later. He wiped a sheen off his temple and hoped Bobby wouldn't notice the stark lack of logo. He made a beeline for the dryer and grabbed one of the shirts from the pile in the basket. He hastily put on the first shirt that smelled like detergent, shoving his black shirt into his bag. Crisis averted.

Upstairs, Eddie, Bobby, Hen, and Chimney were deep in conversation about the "curse" a few days ago. "At least it's not like last time." Hen was saying. "Live power pole on one truck and the other one stolen."

"That was not the fault of the "curse", just an unlucky coincidence. The q word can't jinx you, it's just a word." Eddie shook his head, shoveling hot sauce covered scrambled eggs into his mouth. Chimney and Hen shared a look that said, 'He can not be serious.'

"Mhm. Just a coincidence." Buck raised his eyebrows, bringing the attention of his colleagues to him at the top of the stairs. "You wouldn't be saying that because the curse gave you a reason to ask out Christopher's English teacher or anything, right?" Eddie was smart enough to have his mouth full by the time Buck finished, as to avoid Hen's questioning eyes, Bobby's subtle brow raise, or Chimney's blunt questions.

"Is that why you said you had other plans?" Chimney almost threw his fork on the table in mock outrage. Hen rolled her eyes at Chimney's outburst. Bobby just went back to his eggs. Eddie just nodded and finished off his eggs, wiping the excess hot sauce off his plate with his last forkful.

"Good for you, man. We did save a life, you missed out." Chimney continued, trailing off as Buck moved to get a serving of eggs. No hot sauce, extra salt, extra pepper, extra garlic powder. And cheese. Lots of cheese. By the time Buck turned around, the entire table was staring at him. Their eyes moved from Buck to each other, having an unspoken conversation.

"What?" Buck quirked an eyebrow at their expressions. Bobby had his usual glint in his eyes, Chimney looked like he was about to explode, and Hen looked completely normal. Eddie, on the other hand, was staring a hole into his empty plate. The top of his cheeks were turning crimson, but no one was looking at him.

"Nothing. Eat your eggs." Hen shook her head and changed the subject. She'd seen the looks Buck and Eddie had shared, which were too intimate to be between two people who were "just friends". Also, Buck had a habit of watching Eddie's ass as he walked by him. So did Eddie. 'Watching his back' was their excuse.

--

“5 vehicle accident on South Seneca.” The words echoed over the intercom and every member of the 118 ran for the trucks. The day so far hadn’t been very eventful, and everyone was a little antsy. Squirrely, to be more honest. Eddie squirmed in his seat uneasily and Chim looked like he’d swallowed a lemon. Hen kept giving him knowing and pointed glances. Buck, on the other hand, was raring to go and about catapulted out of the truck as soon as it pulled to a stop.

The scene was messy with news vans, reporters and civilians surrounding the wreckage. The wind wasn’t helping, biting everyone deep. You’d think people wouldn’t be watching a car accident with that kind of weather. Luckily the police were already backing people away, and the 118 and the 223 could get to work extricating people.

In the middle, one car was essentially crushed from 2 sides after running a red light straight into the path of the three oncoming cars, hitting another on its way to a stop. Two of the cars were crumpled like sheets of paper, another was heavily dented by the force of getting t boned. The fourth car was barely scratched, with all the damage of a fender bender. The fifth car in the middle was smashed in both directions, with the passengers side door hit head on and the back seat drivers side in the same condition. The hood was rippled and smoking fervently. It looked awful, but it would still be flooding television stations on the 6 o clock news.

“Buck, Chim, we’ll check on the far side. Hen and Eddie, ditto.” The 118 moved quickly to the far side and immediately everything else was forgotten.

“LAFD, you were in an accident. Are you in any pain?” Buck and Eddie repeated each other, receiving vastly different answers.

“My daughters are in the backseat, Sophie who’s 2 and Marisella who’s just a baby. I’m fine. Check on them.” Said Buck, Chim and Bobby’s driver.

A baby wailed in the backseat, and the other girl, a toddler, was silently staring at these strange men. Buck raced around to the passengers side door, struggling futilely with the handle.

“It’s automatic.” The driver winced, springing Chimney into action to pry off part of the door. The door slid open on the other side and Buck immediately reached in and unbuckled the toddler from her seat. She seemed relatively unhurt, save a few bruises. Buck handed her off to Bobby and crawled to the other side for the baby, wailing profusely. He unbuckled her with the grace of an uncle who had been practicing and carried her against his chest, attempting to protect her from the wind, which was only getting colder.

Chimney was not having as good of luck extricating the father. The seatbelt was cutting a deep scar in his thigh and every time any thing would move blood would trickle out from around the polyester. Chimney very carefully slid a square of gauze under the belt and simultaneously cut the belt from causing more damage. Blood quickly soaked the gauze and Chimney maneuvered another piece to soak up the blood. “Hold this, sir, please. I’m going to place a tourniquet above your hands and you should stop bleeding.”

The fathers face was turning staunch white, and Chimney but his tongue. He’d have to work fast. And he did. 5 minutes later, the father was out on a stretcher.

In the next car, Eddie and Hen were dealing with an irate woman, who kept exclaiming she would be sueing. The driver, the state of California, LA first responders, God knows who else. She seemed unhurt, but was stuck on both sides. Her drivers side door was stuck, though not intruding on her seat. The rear passengers side door was the most realistic plan to get her out. Eddie climbed through that door and Hen attempted to coax her to follow him from her place just behind the drivers door.

“Why can’t you just remove my door?” She protested and both Eddie and Hen had to force themselves not to roll their eyes or snipe back with a comment.

“Even if we did, ma’am, there is still another car blocking us from getting you out.” Hen replied calmly.

“Tow it.”

“We cannot do that until everyone is cleared from the accident scene, ma’am.” Eddie said. “ please just come this way.” He offered his hand. She only relented after a sigh so loud it seemed painful and crawled her way out the door. Not even her blouse had a stain on it.

After she was escorted to the hospital in 331’s ambulance, hen and Eddie shared a look that simply said “some people.”

“I wonder if she’ll sue.” Eddie wondered when the 118 was headed back from the scene to the station.

“I doubt it.” Bobby said somberly. His voice changed slightly for his next statement. “ everyone is stable and south Seneca is open for traffic.”

—

“The 6 car accident on South Seneca that occurred at 4:37 pm involved 0 fatalities and no critical injuries. South Seneca was reopened for full traffic at 6:59 pm.” Pictures cycled the screen, of the cars, the 118s ladder and various other ambulances. Then there was Buck carrying the baby Marisella. The top of his turnout was peeking over his shoulder, protecting the child from the bitter wind. But the most interesting part of the picture was the name plastered on his back.

Diaz.

“Good job, Diaz.” Chimney clapped his hand on A bewildered Bucks shoulder. Both Buck and Eddie were turning red starting from the tips of their ears, and neither of them would live it down.

—

“Were you attempting to grab my shirt or was it just a lucky grab?” Eddie leaned against the door frame at the end of shift and stared at Buck who was pulling on a hoodie.

“In your dreams, Diaz.” Buck rolled his eyes and smiled into the locker, which was not unbeknownst to Eddie.

“Just in yours. Diaz.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Buck turned to see Eddie giving him a smirk. Oh what he wouldn’t give to wipe that smirk off his face.

#buddie fics #Buddie #buck x eddie #911 fanfiction #911

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September 17

TK had been looking forward to asking Alex to marry him for weeks now. He'd agonized over buying the perfect ring, reserving their table at the same restaurant they'd had their first date at, and finding the perfect way to ask him. Should he write out a damn ballad? Maybe short and simple? Traditional get on one knee approach? Say it through a kiss? Google was not helpful in the slightest. Maybe he should just wing it.

Yeah.

TK's first clue should have been Alex not remembering that this place had been their first date.

But he'd been too caught up in the revelry of asking his boyfriend, his best friend, to become his fiance. He'd held the ring, shiny and classy like Alex, and toyed it around his fingers. He was nervous, okay? Maybe his dad had been right, earlier, with the suggestion of moving in together first. He was about to call Alex, tell him there had been an emergency at the station, and cancel, but then TK saw him. There'd always been a sparkle radiating off of Alex, and TK had loved it.

TK was excited. He proposed just the way he had practiced. A simple, "Alex, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?" It was classy and TK was excited to ask. The rest of the restaurant had stopped and watched TK's heartbreak. Alex had shaken his head no as soon as TK got up from his chair and got on one knee. He'd said, "TK, please, I need to explain first."

Alex had told him there was someone else. Mitchell. God, TK was angry. Angry at Alex for keeping that from his boyfriend. Angry at himself for thinking he could fix the weirdness with a proposal. Angry at himself for thinking he was ever worth choosing. He'd been so stupid.

Later that night, he'd traded the ring for cash and the cash for oxycodone. He hadn't touched a pill in years, but he couldn't fight the craving for it. Anything to make the world stop. Anything.

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September 18

TK had stared at the baggie on his coffee table for hours. He hadn't slept, just stared at the damn pills. If he would have looked in the mirror he would have seen his bloodshot eyes, swollen beyond belief. Just staring at the pills, having them here, was making TK feel like what he imagined a rabid dog felt like. All he wanted was to take the pills. They were sitting right there. Right there.

Owen had known something was up when TK didn't show up for his shift. TK was known for being early, or at least never late without a call. It had been an hour since 8, and there was a foreboding ache in Owen's ribs. Before the thought had even crossed his mind, Owen was ringing every doorbell outside TK's apartment. His knocks had gone unanswered. His calls went straight to voicemail. "I need the ladder ambulance at 2735 West 7th, apartment 105. And bring the battering ram." He'd expected the sight, TK on the floor, small white pills littering the floor. He'd never forget the way TK had apologized.

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Present Day

"What's on your mind?" Carlos whispered to TK. TK lay quietly in Carlos' arms, his eyes glazed over and his left arm tucked under Carlos' leg. He hadn't said much of anything all night but curled up closer every time Carlos made a move to get off of the couch.

"Nothing much." TK's voice was muffled by Carlos' sweats. TK's sweats, actually, that Carlos had been "borrowing" since the last time TK had stayed over. Carlos ran his fingers through TK's hair, to which Tk's response was a subtle purr of contentment.

Maybe he would fall asleep, Carlos thought, he sure looked like he needed it if only judging by the bags under his eyes. Picking up 3 double overnight shifts in a row would do that to you. Carlos smiled at the thought of his boyfriend's selflessness, a quality he'd always admired. TK's chest rose and fell in time, and evened out as Carlos continued to run his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. It smelled like apples and smoke, a scent Carlos knew by heart. It was his favorite smell, passing even sopa fresh from his Mami's kitchen.

TK eventually had fallen asleep, safe and warm and loved, on Carlos' leg and couch. He'd looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so handsome. There was no place either member of the couple would rather be than right here. Carlos had fallen asleep too, his hand curled around the back of TK's neck as if to remind him, even in sleep, that he was still here. Carlos was awoken a while later by the sound of TK crying. TK's eyes were pressed shut, but his arms were still holding on to Carlos' leg for dear life. There was a second of Carlos waking up and orienting himself. His instinct pulled a still sobbing TK into his arms. There was nothing he could do, except to pull his hurting boyfriend into his arms.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," TK buried his tear-stained face into Carlos' shoulder, embarrassed. Carlos' arms moved slightly for TK's face to rest, but they never let go.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Carlos stroked TK's incredibly tense shoulders with his thumbs, willing the tension to go away. TK had stopped crying, but he didn't move to look at Carlos, instead just lying in his embrace.

"Mi niño dulce, por favor mira," Carlos had a bit of habit of speaking in Spanish, even if TK couldn't understand what he said. TK shifted to look. His face was red in patches and his eyes were puffy. Carlos took TK's face in his hands and whispered, "I love you and everything you are. Everything you hide and everything you will ever be."

"I was remembering Alex," TK couldn't look him in the eyes, a rogue tear threatening to fall down his cheek. "I love you. But I was remembering Alex. I'm sorry." Carlos leaned over and kissed TK softly, daring him to apologize again. His hands never left his boyfriend's jawline.

"Did I ever tell you about Riley?"

TK shook his head without shaking out of Carlos' embrace.

"He was the first person I dated after coming out. I thought I loved him. He both cheated on me and another girl,"

"Carlos, that's awful,"

"It was. But then I enrolled in the police academy because I knew Riley would never get in. He always said it was 'beneath him' because he couldn't pass the written exams,"

TK smiled a little, while a tear spilled out. Carlos wiped it away with his thumb.

"You don't need to apologize for remembering things, amor. I love you. Siempre."

"Siempre." TK kissed Carlos back with a soft acceptance that everything for him.

#tk x carlos #tarlos #911 lonestar

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Most Friday nights have a set routine in the 126. Shower. Eat. Drink. And it's heavy on the third step tonight. TK and Marjan both abstain, for completely different reasons, while everyone else is indulging themselves. One might even say overindulging themselves. Marjan and TK exchange a sly glance over the different types of drunk their colleagues are. Judd, the secret drunk. Paul, the competitive drunk. Mateo, the reckless drunk. And Owen, the almost sloppy drunk. He hadn't done anything permanently embarrassing. Yet. Of course, who knows what kind of trouble those four would get into.

The bar was jumping and everything seemed a little bit hazy. Paul and Mateo were having a spirited discussion over whether Batman or Spiderman was the better superhero. Neither one was winning. Judd was grinning into his phone. Scratch the secret, Judd was definitely the affectionate drunk. Based on his obvious swooning over his wife, that much was obvious. Owen was ordering up another round of tequila, and downing the shot glasses like they were glasses of water. Marjan and TK hadn't moved from their table, mostly just watching other people in the bar. TK was chewing on his straw, and Marjan just twirled her spoon between her fingers. Usually, Friday nights were less of a night of getting absolutely hammered for the 126, but this had been an extraordinary week. No one could blame any of them for forgetting the present for a while. Except TK was an addict, and Marjan was Muslim. Drinking wasn't exactly something on their bucket list.

They were relieved when their phones buzzed and chimed. "Structure fire. In the 400 block of Hubbard Boulevard." TK read aloud. "Is that us?" Marjan looked around at Judd and Paul, Mateo and Owen, and sighed. She raised her eyebrows in the way she did before every call. "For us, maybe. Not the rest of the guys." Owen was being cut off by the bartender. There was definitely a story there, but that would be for another time. Judd was still grinning on the phone with Grace. Mateo and Paul had moved on to another debate on the soup status of cereal.

"Call 'em a cab?" TK asked, clearing his basket, which was empty except for mozzarella stick crumbs and a smear of marinara sauce.

"Yeah." Marjan gritted her teeth to leave them here without a designated driver from their station, but Uber was a thriving business in the world of drunk first responders.

TK and Marjan each shot off a message in their shift group chat to explain their absence, whenever it would happen to be noticed. Marjan hopped into her Jeep and TK into his coupe. They arrived at the station 12 minutes later, a record time for both of them. There was no guarantee they'd even be needed, but it was always better to have too much help than not enough. Especially on a structure fire call, as busy of a neighborhood as Hubbard tended to be. Both engines, the aid car, and the ladder truck were long gone by the time Marjan and TK entered. They probably should have expected as much, so after a few seconds of eye contact and a noncommital shrug from Marjan, the two of them moved outside. Turnouts and gear in hand, they made their way to Hubbard Boulevard. They'd be more help at the scene, than rummaging through the pantry back at the 126.

--

When Marjan and TK arrived, the top three floors were in flames. The fire stood out starkly against the black and starless sky. Both of them took a second to get a handle on the scene. It wasn't the first time either of them had shown up to calls while off duty, but it still felt slightly wrong to be here without Judd, Paul, Mateo, and Owen. Tommy was around here somewhere, they both knew, which was slightly settling for their nerves. It was an unspoken resolution between them to stick together.

"There's incident command, over there." TK bounded off like a puppy, and Marjan had to run to catch up with him.

"Where do you want us?"

There was a brief moment of hesitation on the incident commander's face, but it was quickly replaced by a grave overtone. "Tria--" His thought was interuppted by an explosion from the blazing building. The smoke, despite its blackness, was illuminated against the sky. The flames jumped between the original apartment complex and the one next to it, causing the flames to lick up in intensity. Marjan and TK glanced uneasily at each other and then immediately back at the incident commander.

"Evacuation!" The incident commander ordered the crowd of firefighters who were crowded around him. "Everyone out!" Marjan and TK waited for the crowd behind them to disperse so they could do their jobs.

--

The building had 12 floors, and according to the building manager, every apartment on the top three floors was rented by someone. Luckily for them, there only happened to be 8 rooms per floor. "Suites," the building manager had explained. "Top-down," Marjan whispered to herself, before joining TK in climbing the stairs. They moved quickly up the flights of stairs, along with 12 other pairs of firefighters.

"Austin FD! You need to evacuate!!" TK banged on the left side apartments on the top floor, while Marjan had the right side. A mere few doors opened and TK and Marjan rushed to escort the coughing occupants down the stairs. Smoke was quickly filling up the hallways and stairwells. The constant coughing didn't escape either of their ears, but the first 6 apartments occupants made it safely halfway down. TK and Marjan passed them off to the pairs on the 6th floor and made their way back up to the top.

"Austin FD! You need to evacuate!!" The final 2 apartments still hadn't had anyone escape them. No one. It was 11 o'clock when Marjan and TK had left the bar, and it was bound to be at least past midnight now. Marjan and TK banged on the doors, desperately trying to get the last people out. There was a faint cry from behind one of the doors. The door was locked, but in a swift kick the hinges gave way and the door fell against the floor. Marjan and TK stepped through, trying their best to scream loud enough for whoever was home to hear them.

The whine returned, and Marjan and TK picked up their pace to search the place. There was no one in the kitchen, the living room, the small dining room, or the closets. "Austin FD!! Anybody here?" The north bedrooms were empty too, and Marjan had even gone as far as to check underneath the beds. She'd done that as a little kid, and there was no way she'd forgive herself for letting a child get past their search. "There's nothing, Marj!" TK said once they met up in the living room again.

"Austin FD!! Anyone here? Please call out!!" They yelled in unison one last time. They had to leave the obviously empty apartment behind, but not without an inkling of doubt in their minds. The pair didn't hesitate to kick down the door of the last apartment on the 12th floor. The smoke was beginning to occlude their vision and the heat penetrated their turnouts. But there was still one apartment left, and there was no way their comfort level was going above someone else's life.

"Austin FD!!" TK's voice was growing hoarse, so Marjan continued his calls. "Anyone here? Please call out!! Austin FD!!"

"Over here!!! Please, I'm over here!!" The voice was so faint, both TK and Marjan struggled to hear it. It was coming from underneath a table in the middle of the living room. The flames had scorched a massive black stain into the wall and the heat had only gotten worse. It was much worse for the man trapped under an overturned table. TK and Marjan lifted the table up on the count of three, and the man gasped for air. It was hard to see in the hazy, smoke-filled air, but Marjan could clearly see the piece of the glass top sticking out of this man's diaphragm. He shuddered with every breath, and blood had already soaked his sweater.

"I'm Marjan, what's your name?" Marjan knelt to the floor, nodding subtlely at TK, who had read her mind.

"I'm Lucas," his voice had a desperate, gasping quality.

"Are you up to walking?" TK yelled it over the roar of the flames, which were only getting closer. Lucas pulled himself to his feet, every movement causing more blood to spill out of his body onto his clothes. "Is there anyone else here with you?"

"My sister!" Lucas gasped in shock, obviously appalled at himself that he had forgotten.

"What's her name?"

"Amy! She's in her room on the east side, please save her, please!" Marjan shifted Lucas' weight on to TK. Her nod seemed to say, 'I got this, save him,' His nod in return, 'i'll be back for you'

She ran off to the east side of the apartment. Marjan called out for Amy, hoping she'd find her before it was too late. "Amy!!" Marjan moved from room to room. The ceiling began to splinter off, raining down wood and flames. Marjan began to panic slightly when she reached the second bedroom and there was no sign of Amy. "Amy!!!!"

There was no one in any of the bedrooms, no one underneath the beds, or in the bathroom, or in any of the closets, or anywhere. "Amy!!! Amy! Amy!!" The name echoed over the sound of raining flames. "Amy!" Marjan couldn't let herself give up, because Amy had to be here somewhere. Somewhere.

"Amy!!" And then everything was fire and smoke and black.

--

"Marjan, get up!!" TK's voice was broken by the fire hissing. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up to stand. "We have to go, Amy's not here." His voice pled with her until she moved. Marjan made a sound of pain and looked down. She'd been hit with a board, she knew in that second that was why everything had gone black earlier. How much time had passed? She hoped not long, because oxygen tanks didn't last forever.

TK was as much leaning on Marjan as she was on him. They'd made it down 2 floors when another board from the apartment about fell into their path. Marjan had mustered enough strength to force TK over the board and all of its nails. The telltale sign of their oxygen tanks being at dangerous amounts depleted rang out. Marjan bit down the pain in her leg and looked at TK with a look of anguish. His shoulder was dislocated and hanging limply at his side. Their eyes locked and the simple bond forced a bit of strength into both of them. The ring of their oxygen tanks continued to get louder.

7th floor. The ring had become a bit of a dull boring sound. Marjan shook her head at TK. The sort of mindreading those too had when they worked side by side was mesmerizing. There was no time to dwell on the worst sound in existence.

4th floor. The ring has wormed its way into Marjan's brain and all she wanted was to go down. TK looked about the same. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. It is only 4 more floors. Keep going. Marjan fell to her knees first, with TK about 20 seconds behind her. They crawled, desperate to make it out. Keep going.

TK felt his eyes close. He was desperate to sleep, and it would be so easy to do so. If he was in New York still, heartbroken over Alex maybe he wouldn't have any kind of attachment to making it out. But now, with Carlos, and the 126, he'd never wanted anything more. He hadn't prayed in years, but he prayed for that one wish.

Marjan didn't feel a thing, but her eyes wouldn't close. She stared at TK, who looked so peaceful. A rare occurrence. She was desperate. Marjan, the unattached, didn't want to go. She prayed. For salvation. She didn't want to die, but it would be so easy to lay down and give up the fight to stay.

Marjan's eyes were still open when they were dragged to safety. She was too weak to take her helmet off, so someone did it for her. She sputtered, violently gasping in the air, luckily smoke-free. TK had the same reaction, his cheeks wet with tears. Of pain. Or gratefulness. Marjan's cheeks were wet too, but she didn't realize it.

Tommy had quickly taken over their care, forcing both of them to put on the oxygen. She looked so fierce that neither Marjan nor TK would have challenged her, even if they felt at peak performance. Tommy popped TK's shoulder back into place, air splinted Marjan's fracture and very sternly told them they needed to be checked out at the hospital. Judd had always said, "Tommy's only demanding when she cares." If he was here he'd probably treat them the same way.

Speak of the devil. Judd seemed to have worried off about all of his alcohol consumption, just like Owen.

"Holy hell, what happened to you guys?" Judd said, his eyes vibrating between TK with a stark white sling and Marjan with an air splint.

"Just the usual day in the life of off-duty firefighters." TK snarked back while adjusting the oxygen mask.

--

Marjan and TK had both been instructed to stay the night because they were at such high risk of developing worse complications than smoke inhalation. They were in rooms right next to each other, and the rest of their crew (plus Carlos), had promised to come to visit them in the morning. TK had walked over because Marjan had a double break in her fibula. She probably would have wheeled herself over to Tk's room, but both Mateo, Paul, the nurses, and her doctor had all but restrained her to the bed to keep her from doing so. Not that Paul and Mateo could have done so from their houses, but they'd been very passionate over facetime.

TK had stayed in Marjan's room even after the staff had left. "I heard that Lucas has dementia. Amy is his sister, who passed away 4 years ago." TK said, looking straight at Marjan.

"She was never there." Marjan finished his sentence for him, but still left out what they were both thinking. There had been someone to save until the person to save became them. Marjan smiled because she'd never forgiven herself if she had left someone inside a burning building to die.

"We got everyone out."

"I know." That was the first thing Marjan had asked when they'd been dragged out of the building. TK quietly raised an eyebrow, because there was something off about Marjan. Usually, she was quippy and smart and fiery. Now she was just not. Maybe she was just tired. He couldn't blame her.

"Remember my fiance?" Marjan said after a slight break of silence. TK opened his eyes to look at her. He nodded, curious to see where this was going.

"He accused me of never being in love with him."

"Were you? Are you?"

"Maybe?" TK raised an eyebrow, beckoning her to elaborate. Marjan cleared her throat, pressing her palms calmly against the white sheets. "He dumped me. Though I think I might be in love with him. I don't know. I've never been in love."

"I was in love with my ex. His name was Alex, and I asked him to marry me. He said no." TK turns his face away, sniffing twice and then clearing his throat. "I can't tell you if you're in love with Salim. Only you can decide that."

Marjan took a shaky breath. This was not her usual realm. She liked to deal with facts. Emotions were messy and complicated, and it was not her forte in the slightest.

"I always thought that I would marry Salim after he finished dental school. I'd have time. We had a plan." She laughed wryly. "None of that now. He said he loved someone else. Madison. So I went to his hotel room and I told him I loved him."

"Oh?"

"And he kissed me."

"Oh!"

"But I didn't go to his hotel room for that. I honestly don't know why I did it."

"Do you regret it?"

"No. I don't."

"Did you lie when you said you loved him?"

"No. At least I don't think I did."

TK is silent. He looks at her, in a way that is slightly intimate, but not probing. Marjan sighs and slowly cracks each of her knuckles in perfect succession.

"I wasn't lying when I told him I loved him. But I didn't tell him how I love him."

TK still doesn't reply. He is partially thinking and partially listening. Marjan bites her lip in a way that makes her seem ashamed, which is not like her.

"How do you love him?" TK pulls Marjan out of her bubble of shame with his question. She isn't sure she has an answer, but she does. She just wants to hold it like a treasure for a moment.

"I love him like a friend. Closer than a brother." Marjan looks at TK like he is going to think she is crazy. He doesn't, because that was how he felt about girls he was supposed to want to be with.

"That's how I described how I felt about girls, Marjan."

"What?" Marjan's face completely changes from shame to something like awe. She shakes her head slowly, in disbelief. "But I feel that way about everyone. I've never looked at a girl, or a guy, and wanted to be with them. It's just Salim. I wanted it to be like the plan I always envisioned."

"Life never goes according to plan. Wasn't our plan tonight to drive 4 drunk guys to their houses so they didn't kill anyone on the roads? And look where we are now?"

"I know. But I just wanted one thing to work out exactly the way I envisioned it when I was 12 years old."

"If life was the way I envisioned it when I was 12 years old, I would be living in New York, my parents would not be hovering over me like chickens, and I would not have the incredible life I have now. Carlos, the 126. Sometimes plans change for the better, Marj." TK reaches out and takes her hand. She squeezes it with a smile on her face.

TK is right. 12-year-old Marjan's plan did not include becoming a firefighter or living in Texas, or anything that had happened in the past year and a half. Plans change, even in love.

#911 lone star fanfiction #911 lonestar #marjan marwani #ace #tk strand #911 lone star #911

[marvel-medigeek-fics]

— When in Rome —

“Jesus Buck, how many bottles of conditioner did you bring? We’re only going to be here for a week.” Eddie pulled out 6 bottles of assorted products and set each of them on the bed with an eye roll.

“You try and keep this hair looking flawless without it. Besides, I’ve seen your shower.” Buck retorted, with a snort.

“Shut up.”

“Buck! Eddie! Hurry up!” Carlos and TK said from outside the door. Buck threw the bottles in his suitcase while Eddie leaned his hand on the doorknob.

“Come on! I’m starving!” Eddie whined mockingly.

—

The restraunt is packed and the four men are lucky to get a table. Buck and Eddie on one side. TK and Carlos on the other. The latter is not subtle about anything at all. The former still won’t admit they even have feelings for each other, yet they went on vacation together.

20 minutes later, after the food was presented and TK finally stopped laying on Carlos’ shoulder to eat his food.

“So how is California? Had any good disasters lately?”

“The dam broke. Again. And there was a meteorite.” Buck began.

“Don’t forget about the exploding food truck and assorted other crashes and explosions.” Eddie continued.

“Beat a volcano, buddy.” Carlos said, between bites.

“So it is true everything is bigger in Texas.” Buck remarked with fondness.

“Yes. It is.” Carlos and Eddie said at the same time. Tk had to fight to control his laughter.

—

An hour and three pitchers of raspberry lemonade later, Carlos signaled for the check. The waitress set the bill on the table with a quick, “Do y’all need split bills?” She glanced at Carlos and TK, and shifted her gaze to Eddie and Buck. Her gaze hung in the air until Carlos abruptly spoke up “I’ll pay.”

“Thanks.” Buck whispered. Poor thing turned 8 shades of plum and crimson. Eddie almost looked the same, but his complexion looked less conspicuous because of obvious reasons.

“Absolutely, California boys.” TK grinned softly, sharing a kiss with his boufriend you just saved Eddie and Buck from an embarrassing story to tell later.

The four left the restraunt, the situation with the check forgotten for the moment.

“Yeah he is definitely the one we all worry about. He got crushed by a ladder truck. And then almost died in a tsunami. Also, he’s the youngest. If that tells you anything.” Eddie smirked at Buck who was rolling his eyes softly.

“He and TK are two peas in a pod then. Stop landing yourself in the hospital babe. You’re 26 and you’ve been in the hospital more times that I even want to know about.”

TK shut him up with a kiss, while Eddie and Buck looked at each other in a way that can only be described as faraway repressed pining. So much to say and no way to say it. So they each forced a smile.

—

Later that night, as the sun set and the four of them: one pair a couple and the other, just friends, as they always said. Carlos and TK had one room of the little bungalow and were doing nothing except lazily tracing circling over each other’s ribs.

“They’re definitely pining, right? I’m not just making mountains out of mousetraps?” TK said softly, referring to their California friends.

“It’s make mountains out of molehills, T. But yes. There’s is no hiding that pining. Even Judd said something about when they were here a few months ago.”

“Tell me about it. If even Judd can see that, they must be the last ones to know.”

“Or they’re just lying to themselves.”

—

There is a certain amount of tension between Eddie and Buck still. From the lawsuit, from quarantine, from hiding in mutually exclusive bubbles.

“How’s Christopher?” Buck said after clearing his throat loudly.

“He’s good. Online school is taking its toll, but his grades are solid. He seems happy.”

“That’s good. I’m glad.”

“Me too.”

—

All four of the vacationing housemates were awoken by a scream. Multiple screams.

“Who’s screaming? What’s wrong?”

“They’re from next door. Shit.”

The four of them ran to the next house and since Carlos got there first, he was the one who banged on the door. Whoever was screaming was still screaming.

The door splintered open as TK broke it open and the four of them stopped dead in their tracks. A bird was flying around the room squawking incessantly.

“Whoa. A birdl.” Buck said, raising his eyebrows in insane surprise.

“Ma’am, what’s your name?” Eddie said, obviously more into the logical side of situations.

“Hope! Can y’all get the bird out of here? Like yesterday!” She stood on top of the divider between the kitchen and the living room, shaking like a leaf.

“Do you have a net of some kind?” Buck said, quickly peeking around for a random butterfly net sitting around.

“Why the hell would she have a net?” Eddie said briskly, holding a laundry basket from the bathroom.

In the other part of the room, Carlos and TK were getting a terrified Hope down from the ledge. Buck and Eddie were running around like chickens trying to catch this bird. The bird went down when they went up. And up when they went down.

“Maldito pajaro.” Eddie said under his breath.

Buck leaped for the bird and slammed the basket to the floor with a still squawking and writhing bird inside the plastic basket.

The two of them slowly and carefully maneuvered the bird to the door way. Hope, TK and Carlos were watching from the window.

The bird luckily flew away from Hopes house and not back into it. Poor Hope almost collapsed in relief into TK and Carlos’ arms.

Buck and Eddie stayed outside for a Moment. They justified it to themselves that the breeze felt nice and the beach was clear.

“Nice dive, Buck.” Eddie said, his voice wistful and his eyes sparkling. He cleared his throat, but the gummy feeling wouldn’t dissolve. “I’m proud of you.”

“What’s that?” Buck pretended not to hear, just for Eddie to say it again.

“I’m proud of you. Partner.” The word partner was difficult for Eddie to say, and it took everything for Buck not to mention the clear desire for his word to be something else. He’d even settle for friend.

“Thanks. Partner.”

—

“They’re together, right?” Hope said after she’d calmed down enough to not have a nervous breakdown.

Both Carlos and TK shook their heads.

“You’re kidding. They’re so together. They fight like a married couple.”

“We know. But they’re not together.”

“They should be.”

“Yeah. They should.”

—

The two of them stood in silence. Despite the tension between them, neither of them wanted to go inside.

“I don’t want to be just partners!” Eddie said in a rush.

“Me either. Friends at least.” Buck replied, twiddling his thumbs.

“Everyone thinks we’re together., anyway.”

“They do?”

“Yes! Did you not see the way that waitress looked at us? Or the way Hen gives us those eyes when we stand really close together?” Eddie said with fond exasperation.

“I like you, Eddie.”

“Obviously I like you too.”

“No Eddie I mean I want to be with you.”

“I love you too Buck.”

“Oh, really?”

—

“Are you sure they’re not together?” Hope continued, her eyebrow quirked at the impossibility of her statement considering what Eddie and Buck were doing outside.

“Guess we were wrong.”

#911 fanfiction #911 fics #911 fox #buddie #buck x eddie #tarlos #tk x carlos #911 lonestar

[marvel-medigeek-fics]

Marjan walked into the 126, sipping coffee to chase down the four Tylenol she'd taken before locking up her Jeep. She'd woken up with a pounding headache and the telltale signs of the second day of her period. Nothing she couldn't handle. After all, she'd never live down sitting out over something like this. Especially not when she worked with men and worked her ass off to prove herself worthy of walking alongside them.

She'd just avoid overdoing it. Easy enough.

--

The first call of the day had come in hot, with no room for extra pain. A load-bearing beam had been demolished, leaving two construction workers and the couple who lived there trapped under the rubble. All had survived, with only 2 broken legs between the four of them, and a few broken ribs. Could have been a lot worse, but they were all in a fair amount of pain, and Marjan couldn't help but feel guilty about her own pain. She attempted to push it down further and swallowed a few more Tylenol back at the station.

3 draining calls later, her headache was back with a vengeance and her cramps hadn't died down in the slightest. In fact, they seemed to be getting worse. She'd dealt with worse, of course, so this was nothing. At least that is what she kept telling herself. Marjan could smell Paul's cooking from upstairs and without realizing it she had unintentionally not eaten anything all day. And there it was, the source of her problem: hypoglycemia.

Paul was making turkey sausage rigatoni, one of Marjan's favorites. Paul, being the absolute dork he was, was singing along to the radio and using the spoon as a microphone. Mateo was doing the same thing with the salad tongs, and Judd was filming them and laughing. TK was laughing too, but probably because of something Carlos said rather than his hilarious colleagues. Owen was looking at his crew while doing paperwork and chuckling into his pen. Marjan leaned against the doorframe, trying to hold back a reaction to a cramp. Which were only getting worse.

"How much longer until dinner? I'm starved!" Marjan yelled over the country twang, almost making Mateo and Paul drop their utensils.

"10 minutes!" Paul yelled back, still dancing to the radio with his lower half.

Marjan took this opportunity to make herself more coffee. Not only was she hypoglycemic, but she was also exhausted. Not that she usually drank coffee, but she needed the bit of energy it was sure to give her.

"Whoa, Marwani, two cups? Who are you?" TK said, after saying a quick goodbye to Carlos when his radio went off.

"I'm tired, Strand. And can you blame me?" She was referring to one of her earlier saves today where she was the one to cut a hanglider out of a tree.

"Impressive, yes. It's still not like you to drink coffee." TK just raised his eyebrows and went back to chewing on his straw and sipping water.

"Yeah, Marjan, I thought you got your adrenaline from rescues. The natural way, as I believe you said once." Paul said, setting down the skillet of food. Mateo, setting down the salad, and Judd, setting down a roll of paper towels, both sat down after Paul. The whole table dug in. And even though Marjan had thought she was hungry, smelling the pasta almost made her want to throw up. But she took a bite, slowly forcing herself to choke it down. She forced a smile when Paul met her eyes in concern over TK's head. She was fine. She had to be.

--

After dinner and an agonizing hour of Paul watching over her like a hawk, Marjan finally escaped to the bathroom. Nausea from earlier had sort of subsided, but she still had to force down the bile in her throat. She just hoped there would be a call before she couldn't hold it down anymore. It burned a little bit, but not as much as the shame that lit her mind on fire. She breathed a sigh of relief when the Klaxons went off.

She ran downstairs, her abdomen still stinging with pain, but adrenaline was already beginning to dull it. The next call was a fire, which was great for forcing Marjan's mind off of her own selfishness.

"Whoa." The ablaze building lit up the dark sky. Sometimes it was pretty to watch something burn, but not tonight. 14 people were still trapped on the upper floors of the apartment complex, which was skyrocketing Marjan's adrenaline levels. Honestly, she felt great.

"We're going in!" Owen yelled it over the hiss of water pressure and the 6 of them went into the blaze. Usually, in a fire, everything seemed to be overwhelming, but today, the fire seemed dead silent. There was no crackle, just compressing heat.

"Austin FD, anybody in here?" Mateo yelled it through the door, his fist rapping against the wood.

"In here!! Help us!!" was the reply from inside.

"Mateo, Paul," Owen ordered, the two of them already forcing their way inside.

The remaining four trudged on. "Help! Please!! I'm in 654!! Please!!"

"Marjan, TK,"

"Got it, Cap!" TK chirped, "I'm going to kick down the door, back away if you can!!" The door flew open with a startling amount of force.

"Over here!! Under the table!!" The frantic voices called again and the duo moved to the terrified teenager.

"What's your name?" Marjan asked, biting her tongue so hard she could taste iron.

"I'm Mckenna."

"Are you the only one in the apartment?"

"Yes!" Mckenna cried out in pain, clutching her shoulder. There was a piece of glass embedded in her shoulder, and it was no wonder neither of them had noticed the shard. It was caught underneath her shirt, but since Mckenna had moved, so had the glass. Blood soaked the front of her blouse. "TK, gauze. Please." TK pressed the roll into Marjan's palm and she quickly wrapped up the wound with perfect precision.

"Let's get out of here." TK and Marjan carried Mckenna down the stairs. All three were lucky Marjan's legs didn't buckle, no matter how much they felt like they would. They passed Mckenna off to the EMTs and her sobbing parents.

"All good?" Marjan and TK asked each other at the same time.

Both of them nodded, and at least one of them was lying. Which would only become obvious when Marjan threw up into a trashcan immediately after passing the last victim, Alex, from the 8th floor off to the EMTs.

Judd happened to be the only one who noticed, which was lucky for her. "You okay, Marwani?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just shook my stomach around too much." Marjan forced her lips into a smile, to make Judd believe her. He didn't, but he knew better than to question Marjan when she had the 'fight me' glint in her eyes.

"Just take it easy. I don't want to clean up anybody's puke."

"Who says you would have to do it? Probie would." Even in excruciating pain, her quippy mouth was not impacted.

--

Back at the station, Marjan turned in early after convincing herself she didn't need any more Tylenol. She covered herself with every blanket in the fire station to no avail, she was still freezing. She moaned quietly, as to not alarm any more people she probably already had. She finally fell asleep with a dull sheen over her forehead.

"Marjan! Wake up!" TK was standing over Marjan when she woke up shaking violently. Her unwavering cramps had brought friends, but she bit her tongue again until she bled. Iron tastes better than pain.

"What?" Marjan groaned.

"Are you okay?"

"What? Of course! I'm fine!" She threw the covers off of the bed and stood up, blinking away dizziness and letting her eyes focus on her crewmates. Paul and TK were in the front, and Mateo, Owen, and Judd were making up the perimeter. Paul placed his hand on her forehead and shook his head slowly.

"No, you're not. You obviously have a fever. At least 100 degrees, if I'm not mistaken."

"You can stay here and sleep, Marjan, but you're not allowed on any other calls today," Owen said, his eyebrows heavy with worry and concentration.

"You're benching me, Captain?" Marjan looked at Owen with sad eyes. Her face was paler than usual and drenched in sweat. She looked awful.

"If he won't, I will." Mateo, who usually was painfully reserved about being bossy, put steel behind his voice. He looked like he was about to cry from worry, but his voice didn't shake and he stared Marjan down. His arms were crossed, and Marjan mirrored his stance.

"You can't bench me, probie," Marjan scoffed, before swaying and about falling into TK's arms. "I'm fine!"

"No, you are definitely not. Now sit down, before I send you to the ER for fluids." Owen locked eyes with her until she reluctantly sat down on the bed, her defiance waning. It was all gone the next time a wave of pain erupted through her abs causing her to scream. She grabbed the trashcan from the bedside table and puked violently into it.

"Go get Tommy. Now." Judd's voice was steel, and everyone else sprung into action. Leave it to Judd. Marjan groaned gutturally, a sound that broke Paul's heart. Marjan was his best friend and he'd never seen her in so much pain. So much pain that she was crying and moaning. And he had a hunch. McBurney's point.

"Ow, Paul, quit."

"You have appendicitis, girl, why didn't you say anything?" was Paul's reply, just as Tommy checked her out.

--

3 hours later, Marjan was out of surgery, and the entire 126 was sitting in the waiting room. They had done it for TK, and they'd sure as hell do it for Marjan as well. Grace had brought the entire station donuts because, in Judd's words, it was always an appropriate time to have donuts. No one had disagreed, and they all needed a bit of pick me up. Marjan having appendicitis had been a bit of a rollercoaster for all of them. Especially when they had realized her appendix had partially burst, which had caused a bit of perontinitus. Most of the 126 had been afraid she'd die because no one noticed the pain she had been in all day. It had been touch and go for a moment there and they were all a little on edge especially after TK's coma after getting shot. The incident was still fresh in all of their minds, and no one wanted to relive it. But here they were.

TK was pacing so much that he'd probably walked a marathon since they'd got here. Judd and Paul were moving too, both jiggling their legs like the world would end if they stopped. Mateo was completely still, hugging a pillow to his chest. And Owen was talking to Marjan. Her heart rate was good, ditto on blood pressure. She was just sleeping. Which fried everyone's nerves. If only she'd just open her eyes.

"One of the female nurses redid your hijab. Her name is Lily, and she says thank you for saving her sister, Mckenna. Small world, huh?"

She twitched.

"Guys!" Owen hissed and the other four men plus Grace moved quietly into the room. "Marjan?" Paul's voice sounded brittle, but he took her hand softly and squeezed it. Marjan's fingers curled around one of Paul's and she squeezed. Paul's tears shone on his cheeks as Marjan's eyes fluttered open.

"What happened?" She croaked out.

"Your appendix ruptured. We almost didn't catch it in time." Judd said over the deafening silence reverberating around the room.

"So that's why my Tylenol didn't work." She remarked.

"You were taking Tylenol for pain all day, and you didn't think to tell us?" TK said slowly, his fingers tapping on his elbows like he was disappointed. Maybe he was.

"I am female, Tyler Kennedy," Marjan said. "Think about it."

--

Paul stayed the latest with her because everyone else had early mornings. He sat in the chair beside her bed and held her hand. Paul had his appendix out when he was 22, and he knew how lonely it felt to sleep in a hospital room with no one watching over him. So he stayed and held her hand while she rested.

"I'm glad you're okay. You scared me for a while there." Paul whispered to Marjan.

"Me too, Paul. Thank you for staying with me."

"Of course."

"I have one more favor to ask, though."

"Which is?"

"Ice cream? Vegan cookie dough? Please?"

"In the morning." Paul shook his head fondly. "Everything is closed, and you should get some rest."

"Fine. I expect to see you here bright and early tomorrow with ice cream."

"I won't let you down." Marjan was already asleep by the time that he replied, snoring softly in time to her heart rate.

--

And of course, the next morning, Marjan awoke to vegan cookie dough ice cream on the bedside table along with a metal spoon and a giant get well soon card signed by every member of the 126, Carlos, and Grace. Along with a letter from Mckenna, who said Marjan could visit her anytime she wanted to, in room 216. Maybe being benched wasn't so bad.

#9-1-1 fanfiction #911 #911 lone star fanfiction #911 lonestar #marjan marwani #paul strickland #Paul & Marjan #sick fic #lonestar

[marvel-medigeek-fics]

“Aunt May!”

May smiled at the toddler, who was hanging on her ankles. She ruffled the girl’s hair. May and Bridget, Maddie and Chimney’s daughter, had a special bond. Ever since she came out of the womb, and May had held her for the first time, there was a fierce desire to protect this small child from the dangers of the world.

Terrible people run amuck. Which May knew incredibly well, for her 4th year of being a dispatcher. Maddie and Chimney and Buck obviously knew this too, but May was overprotective on a whole other level.

Bridget liked May the best though, a fact that Buck was incredibly jealous of. Not May’s fault. The kid just liked her more. Indicated by the way Bridget held on to Mays legs every time May appeared at Maddie and Chimeys apartment.

“Hey Bridgie!” May scooped her up and squeezed her tight. “Dinners ready!” After a bit of an ultimatum from Athena, May had sort of run to Maddie. Spilled it out over break one day, and Maddie had offered. Chimney had concured. And Buck had offered too, once she texted him about it.

“Smells good, May. Thanks for cooking.” Chimney said. In between mouthfuls of food, both Buck and Maddie nodded vigorously. Even Bridget enjoyed the food.

“You’re welcome,”

“Thanka Aunt May.”

“You’re welcome, Bridgie.”

—

“No! Qi is not a word.” Maddie retorted at Bucks game winning word.

“Hey Siri, is Qi a valid scrabble word?” May asked her phone, winking at Buck.

Maddie rolled her eyes when Siri rebuttted her claim. (A/n: yes Qi actually is a valid scrabble word) “it’s okay, darling. You’re still beating me.” Chimney said, pecking her lightly.

“Yay! Mommy wins, Daddy!”

“Yeah, Bridgie. Mommy did win.”

The whole table was smiling, because they were surrounded by people they loved, because they had a coinciding night off, or for a combination of the two.

“Time for bed, honey bunches of oats.” Buck said after an episode of my little pony and a half asleep Bridget yawned for the 6th time.

“Nooo, Uncle Bucky. Nooo.”

“Yesss, bridgie. Bed time.” May replied, sharing a glance with Buck. The two of them moved in on either side of their niece and picked her up in their arms, swinging her gently until they placed her on her bed.

“Time for bed, Froot Loops.”

“Buckyyy.” Bridget whined.

“Bridgieeee,” May replied, wobbling her voice like vibrato.

“Mayyyy,”

“Time for bed, baby.” Chimney and Maddie said from the doorway.

“But Mommyy...”

“Time for bed, baby.”

“But Daddy...”

Chimney had mastered the look that all dads adopt when they become dads.

“Goodnight mommy. Goodnight daddy.”

“Tuck her in will you?” Maddie whispered, winking at Chimney who was grinning.

“Sure thing. Love birds.”

Buck and May tucked Bridget in with force so she wouldn’t interrupt her parents. “Goodnight Raisin Bran. I love you, niecelet.” Buck said kissing her forehead.

“Goodnight, Bridgie. I love you.”

“Ilove you May.”

“Goodnight.” But Bridget was already asleep.

—

“She said she loved me. Take that.” May said to Buck when she returned to the living room.

“She still loves me more.” Buck replied, texting. Mays phone dinged with a picture of Buck and Bridget together.

“That’s cute.”

“Obviously.”

Mays phone dinged again. A picture of Chris and Eddie, Buck and Bridget.

“That’s goals. You and Eddie.”

“We’re just friends.”

“I know, Buckley.”

For most people, it would be wierd to sit on the couch of your best friends/brothers sisters house and talk about relationships. But this was the Buckley way. At least the Evan and Maddie way.

Which now constituted May and Eddie and Chimney and Christopher and Bridget. Family was a funny thing.

“Thanks for offering to let me crash at your place.”

“No problem.”

“I’m serious. Thanks.”

“It’s no problem. May, I wasn’t kidding when I said the offer still stands. You must get tired of sleeping on the Han’s couch.”

“You’re just jealous that Bridget likes me more than you.”

“In your dreams, Sis.”

—

#Maddie Buckley #Evan Buckley #May grant #chimney Han #baby han #madney baby #future fic #911 #911 fics #Maddie and Buck #family #firefam feels #feels #family feels #found family

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147 days

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147 days. That’s how many days it has been since Buck transferred to station 219. He has new friends now. A new captain, who isn’t Chimney. He has gotten used to his new place, works in harmony with his new crew. But he still misses the 118. He doesn’t regret transferring, because he saves people again, but he misses his old station nonetheless.

147 days. That’s how many days it has been with the new recruit. When Buck was a fresh hire, Hen had compared Buck to a golden retriever. The recruit that replaced him was a cat. Moody, moody and moody. Some days the guy was extremely chill and rolled with the punches. Others, he was downright mean. They couldn’t fire him, he was too good. Too good at avoiding trouble, that is. He knew just when to bow out and lay low, and for such, he never got written up for insubordination.

147 days. That was how long it had been since the badass under pressure brothers had worked together. Now Eddie was like a lone wolf. Since losing the golden, he was a little more tough. Where Buck had softened him a little, he had turned into steel after Buck transferred.

147 days. That was how long it had been since Hen had had someone to tease. Sure she could tease Chim or Eddie or even Bobby, but there was something about the banter she had with Buck that made him hard to replace.

147 days. That was how long it had been since Chim had seen Buck apart from his sister. Buck didn’t live on his floor anymore, so the only place Chim saw him was when he was with Maddie. Though he was the one to spend the most time with him, Chim still missed his little brother. He was a bother sometimes, but he was still family.

147 days. That was how long it had been since Bobby had seen his pseudo son. He missed the blond, his quickness, his kindness, his hopefulness. Buck affected Bobby in every part of his life, and it was hard to be okay with not seeing him around the house anymore.

The 118 missed Buck, even if they didn’t admit it. Buck missed the 118 and he’d be the first to admit it.

—

The 118 had been normal when the last earthquake hit. That seemed so long ago, but really it had only been a year and a half. Buck had a new partner this time: Paige Marcino. The 219 had been called to a school, and Buck’s heart panged to think of Christopher. He missed the kid, but there was no time to dwell on that. Buck had a job to do.Most of the classrooms were emptied already, and Buck and Paige were on the last classroom. They had just gotten to the doorway when the floor began to shake. 

"Get down! Everybody get down!" The kids had seen the firefighters and moved too soon. Much too soon. The ceiling cracked and began to crumble to the floor. Paige and Buck both dove over the unprotected kids and waited for it to stop. It finally did and Buck let out the breath he had been holding. 

"Everybody okay? Anyone hurt?" Buck called out to the silent and terrified children. Paige seconded his words and everyone answered except for one. 

"Jeremy?" The teacher said. One of the children pointed to the broken teacher's desk. Buck and Paige both headed toward it, bracing themselves. The kid had a piece of metal sticking from his thigh. His eyes were closed and he was growing paler by the second. 

"Paige, take the kids out. I have this." Paige nodded and began gathering the kids up. Buck looked in her direction for a second, but then turned his attention to Jeremy. 

"Hey, kid. What's your name?" Buck tried to keep his voice light and steady. 

"Jer..emy.." The kid said, grimacing in pain. "What..happ..en..ed?" 

"There was an earthquake and you got hurt, buddy."

"How..hurt..?" Buck debated whether to tell him the truth or hide it from him. 

"You have a piece of metal in your thigh." By the time the kid could even process it, Buck had the tourniquet fastened securely and was checking him for other injuries. None. Good. "I'm going to get you out of here, kid. I don't want you to talk very much, but try to stay awake. Okay?" 

The kid nodded in reply, and Buck began to carry him out. He was mindful of the piece of metal and tried to keep it still. It wasn't easy, especially with the twinges of pain in his leg. Why did it have to be today? But he made it out, and the kid was good. He was breathing better, the tourniquet doing well at stemming the blood loss. The kid made it, but Buck wasn't sure about himself, that he'd make it through the day.

---

The 118's first call was to a mall. This was tricky for a number of reasons. Number one, it was Saturday. Number two, it was 2:47 when the first quake hit. Number three, the newest recruit had already refused to go in. They were down a member and up against a delicate building filled with people. One step at a time, Hen kept saying to herself. The first step would be going in. Second step, dealing with the reality. People were dead. Two main support beams had crashed through the middle of the building, pulling down most of the room and crushing the middle of the mall. Bobby had split up the paramedics, and instructed the pairs to split up. Cover more ground, hopefully save more people. 

Hen was with Bobby and they went right, climbing over the shredded metal and splintered fabric. On their right was the pet store, complete with cats meowing and dogs thrashing at their kennels. Bobby radioed for a few more hands to transport the animals and Hen headed to the clerk. 

“I’m Hen, what’s your name?” Hen said, surveying her patient for any injuries.

“I’m Naomi and I’m okay, but my boss, Felix? How is he? He’s in the back.” 

Hen craned her neck around the counter and saw the man, a metal cage punctured into his stomach. She ran to him and began her training. Airway, breathing, circulation. He was breathing well. Good, good. She looked around for something to take apart this cage, and her eyes settled on the wire cutters across the room. Perfect. She ran, scooped them up and began cutting off the cage. Felix’s eyes sputtered open and the first words out of his mouth were about his pets. 

“People are carrying them out right now, sir. Try not to move, you have a cage impaling you right now.” Hen pressed her gauze to the puncture wounds, trying to keep the door part from moving and esasperating the direness of being impaled in three places.

By the time the owner was on a backboard, Bobby had already moved all of the animals out of the building. “At least you’re not allergic to cats,” Hen said, looking over the store one last time before moving on to the next one.

--

The 219 was putting out little fires for their three calls, until they were called to the mall. It wasn’t that Buck didn’t want to help people there, it was that this made him miss his old station. As terrifying as the elevator thing was, he missed it. Paige was great, but she wasn’t Eddie. She wasn’t Hen, or Chim, or Bobby. But that ship had sailed, and Buck joined a new one. But he missed the old one sometimes. 

He missed the 118 even more when he saw their numbers emblazened on their ladder truck. Not the one that crushed his leg of course, but the numbers were the same and the memories came rushing back. 

There was no time for that. Buck had work to do. The 219 went around to the other side. Meet in the middle. The first store on the that side is a bookstore. And it’s a mess. Books are strewn everywhere, along with the shelves and everything else.

“LAFD, anyone here?” Paige called to the silence.

“Back here!” A cluster of voices called back. Buck sneezed his way to the people clustered in the back room of the store. Both him and Paige realized what was so wrong bout this at the same time. 

There happened to be a giant beam only held up by a steel bookcase and sheer luck quivering over them. Buck and Paige both knew the odds of coming back from a beam like that. They were fair, not terrible, normally. Unless of course there was a possibility of another aftershock, two aircondititioners stacked over the beam each sticking out at dangerous angles, and only one way out. 

“We’re going to need back up. North east side. Up to 20 people stuck in a back room, unstable conditions.” 

Paige had a way of jumping into things even quicker than Buck did. But she hesitated today, carefully locating the open entrances. Besides the regular door, there happened to be two partial openings that were created when a portion of the room caved in. There was even less of a chance of getting someone out of those, especially with the rest of the room still covered them and the possibility of another aftershock. The last aftershock has still been a 3.2 and had brought down even more of the room. A few more, and there would be no more saving. 

The 20 or so people stuck back there seemed to be a group of college aged nerds, who all seemed pretty nonchalant. Better than belligerent, as Buck liked to say. Paige was doing her best to find the most stable way to get them free, while Buck explained the situation to the backup that had arrived. 

A concensus was reached to get people out of all three excapes at the same time, as quickly as possible. Each had their challenges of course, and a lot of luck would be needed. 

Buck and 2 others took the beam route. The gap was barely wide enough for them, but they made it. If Buck’s nerves hadn’t already been fried, they would have been. 

The center team managed to get three out before the building started shaking. The backup team of 4 from the 442 left behind half of their people, and the other two took the rescued people to the outside of the mall. Paige, Buck, and the two others (Kylie and Zach) stayed behind. Buck and Kylie were stuck on one side, while Paige and Zach prayed and stayed out of the path of debris. Buck and Kylie had no such luzury. Each of them protected the 6 people left. 13 had gotten out of the 19 that were originally there. 

The rumbling finally stopped, and Buck could breathe again. “Everyone okay?” Buck and Kylie almost frantically asked everyone of their future rescues. Everyone said they were fine. Good. Good. Good. 

There was a wet stain spreading across Buck’s shoulder, but he didn’t think about it. He couldn’t. Until all of the innocent people were safe. Luckily, the aftershock had moved one of the side paths to be more accessible and everyone got out in one piece. 

The store looked like a disaster area, but neither Buck or Paige gave a shit. They, along with the 442, had gotten those people out. 

“Buck? You’re bleeding.” Zach got Buck’s attention over the ringing in his ears. “There’s a piece of fan blade in your shoulder.” The words made his adrenaline plummet and the world went dark. 

--

Almost all of the 118 was still inside the mall when Buck got dragged outside by Paige, Kylie and Zach. It was a newsworthy story, obviously, because channel 12 seemed more concerned about this unconsciousness man, that the damage of the mall, which seemed to be crumbling by the minute. 

The 118 thought about Buck throughout the day. Eddie missed his partner, and the easy mind reading thing they did. His new partner, Linc, from B shift, almost clicked with the mind reading wavelength. But the last time Linc, has tossed the axe Eddie needed, it landed four feet from him and threw off the whole balance. So, yes, Eddie missed Buck. But only for his axe throwing skills. 

Bobby missed the way Buck would selflessly throw himself into danger, damning the consequences. His replacement hadn’t even come in to the mall, instead getting an assignment from incident command to do triage. Yes, Bobby was pissed, but mostly at himself for letting Buck get away.

Hen missed Buck, and the way his presense made everything less shitty and depressing. Maybe it was the hair. 

Chimney had been tagged out by Hen, who claimed she needed to be inside someone, absorbing adrenaline from the air in order to calm her nerves. Because he was a good friend, Chim had obliged her request. He was very much surpised to see Buck with a fan blade stuck in shoulder being loaded into his ambulance. He missed Buck too, but didn’t want, need or expect to seem him this way. 

--

After dropping Buck off at the hospital, and making it back to the mall, where things were settling down a little, Chimney shot off three quick texts. One to Maddie, telling her her brother was in the hospital. One to the fire A shift group chat telling them Buck was in the hospital. And one to Buck, whenever he would happen to get his phone, apologizing for the icey feelings between them.  Buck probably wouldn't see it, because that fan blade would definitely require surgery. Buck, of course, would claim it to be just a scratch. Would 219 react the same way 118 would? Doubtful.

Bobby would look vaguely amused and shift his gaze periodically to make sure Buck wasn't overdoing it. Eddie would probably say shoulder injuries are a bitch, and he would be right. Hen would have some smart quip to fire back with and Chim? Before Buck left, Chim would've joined in with Hen in teasing the newbie as everyone still thought of him, even though Eddie had been there less time. 

But now, Chimney was keener to notice the nuances of Buck nursing his shoulder or looking away in embarrassment. Things had changed since Buck transferred, sued the station, and Bobby himself. Somethings need space in order to be mended.147 seemed like a good number of days of space. At least for Chimney. Say what you will, but Chimney was a little impatient. 

Once all of 118 was back at the station, Chimney quickly rattled off the situation with Buck. Each member had a varying look of concern for their estranged member. Bobby looked like his normal stoic self, but he had the telltale look of concern that was reserved for Buck. Hen looked stunned and immediately exclaimed her plan to visit him after the shift ended. Eddie looked wistful, in a way, and instantly agreed to accompany Hen. 

So the four of them, four hours later, appeared in Buck's hospital room.When Buck awoke, he was slightly surprised to see Bobby, Chimney, Hen, and Eddie crowded around the right side of his bed.

 "Hey, guys. What's goin' on?" The four of them looked at each other with confusion, until Maddie appeared in the doorway.

 "You had shoulder surgery because you got an air conditioner fan blade stuck there." She sipped her coffee to keep from answering any other questions. She seemed to part the Red Sea because the four of his former coworkers parted for her swagger, leaving her a space in the middle of them.

"Why are you guys here?" was Buck's next question.

"We heard you got hurt, and wanted to visit you," Eddie answers after no one else speaks. Eddie says it like it's simple when it isn't. Maddie sips her coffee with raised eyebrows, especially at Bobby's obvious apprehension. Buck mirrors Bobby. What's unspoken speaks louder than the questions Buck explicitly asks.

There are a few minutes of silence. Save beeping of machines and whoosh of doors, there is nothing except for heavy impending thoughts weighing on everyone's mind.

"I'm sorry," Bobby says with an air of finality. It comes out smoothly, but quickly. It's been on the tip of his tongue for months, but the courage hasn't been. All at once, everything seems to settle. Buck looks at Bobby like he's a person to him again, and Bobby doesn't look so much like a lost puppy. No one else says anything, and the words sit heavy in the air.

Maddie, Eddie, Chim and Hen all simultaneously decide to leave the two alone to delve into the things that went so wrong 147 days ago.

--

"I'm sorry, ahem, for keeping you away from firefighting after you were cleared. I was scared and I hurt you, because of my, ahem, fear. " Bobby almost seems desperate. Desperate to fix what he broke, and mend what was lost. He stumbles over the words, almost begging for Buck to accept.

 A moment of contemplation occurs between them until Buck reaches out his hand. Bobby stares at Buck's olive branch like he can't believe that this is really all it took. Amazing what a true apology will do.

"I forgave you a while ago. I understood where you were coming from after Maddie explained it, but it took me a while to accept that you didn't do that out of malice. But I forgive you. Don't get me wrong, I'm still dealing with being pissed at you for that, but I forgive you because I understand your reasoning now." Buck says it with clarity. He's grown up in 147 days because Maddie dragged him to therapy, even though she won't go herself.

"I want you back at the 118." Bobby blurts out, after a fairly lengthy conversation about the 118 since Buck's been gone and the 219 in its place.

"Are you sure?" Buck looks incredulous at the prospect of going home. At least, to a former home.

"Yes. We don't work without you! Of course, it's your decision, and I, and everyone else, will respect your decision, whatever it may be. But I want you back.”

"I'll think about it." Buck already knows the answer to Bobby's prospect, but a lot of things go into making a change like that. Logistics, for one, which Buck has never liked too, too much.

--

Maddie is the first one to return, still sipping on her coffee. She stares at Bobby with carefully veiled vengence, and Buck with tender concern. "I'm good, Mads." Buck smiles at his sister, answering her unspoken question. He's speaking a zeugma, answering both physically and mentally. After all, being back with the 118 was all he ever wanted for months. He'd fought fiercely to not need the 118, the people or the station, and he didn't necessarily need the 118 after being with the 219.

 But he wanted it, and he'd damn sure take the chance. There's no one else he'd rather do the job he loved with. Paige was nice, but she was no Eddie. Badass under pressure brothers had no competition in Buck's heart and mind. Hen and Chimney were family from the moment Buck had joined the station. Bobby had been as well, which would take a while to recreate their former relationship. And 118 was home. 219 was just a job. So he'd already accepted Bobby's offer in every sense except literally.

Yes is the first thing Eddie, Hen, and Chim hear as they bring in the food they snuck for Buck.

"What?"

"Buck is returning to the 118," Bobby says, looking to Buck for approval.

"Prodigal son is back!" Hen cheers, handing Buck his favorite candy with a finger to her lips and a grin on her face.

Chimney grins as well and sets an ice-cold bottle on the table. Eddie looks the most stoic with a barely-there smile playing on his lips. He's never been a grinner, of course.

But Maddie only sees her brother at this moment, looking his happiest. The 6 of them are happy, because the family feels complete again, with the cracks finally mending after 147 days.

#fanfiction #9-1-1 #9-1-1 fanfiction #buck #evan buckley #non canon compliant #firefam #911 #911fox #911 on fox

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A Brief Update of Sorts

I’ve been off of Tumblr for a while. Maybe you noticed, maybe you didn’t. I’ve been incredibly busy with my real, in person life. I’ve also been struggling with anxiety for the past few months. I don’t remember the last time I posted, but it’s been 6 months at least. But I’ve finally at a place where I can put out more content for all of my loyal, or one time readers. Hopefully this will be the beginning of a new theraputic era of my life, as I’m working very hard in school and in my job and need a bit of escape, whether it be writing on my personal blog, my fanfic blog or poetry that I’ve come to dabble in quite frequently.

I hope you all stick around in 2021, because I’m hoping to post at least something to redeem my last failed piece on AO3 (sorry, if you’re familiar) 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Henrietta "Hen" Wilson/Karen Wilson Characters: Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Karen Wilson, Athena Grant Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University Summary:

This is a college au, where Hen is on the film crew, and Karen is a cheerleader.

#911 #911 fanfiction #fanfiction #henren #hen x Karen #college au #au #alternate universe #9-1-1 #9-1-1 fox #911 fox #henrietta Wilson #hen Wilson #karen Wilson

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/24384244/chapters/58814050

Repost because trying to delete all the formatting marks was about to take me literally forever soooo, shameless repost

#fanfiction #9-1-1 #9-1-1 fanfiction #911 lone star fanfiction #911 lonestar #911 ls #911 #tarlos #superhero au #au #alternate universe

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Not writing!! So if you only want to read fic from me go ahead and scroll past.

Anyway, writing has been a struggle lately. I can’t seem to make any headway on any of WIPS. Or get any new things started.

Sooo, I have favors to ask!

If you have a prompt: send it my way. If you have headcanons you want to see: send them my way.

Like, please!!!!! PleaSSeeeEee no one will probably answer this with something but it’s worth a shot

Now back to your regularly scheduled scrolling! Cheers!

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For Maddie, work was a welcome distraction from the hovering of her brother and her boyfriend. Josh’s looks bordered on slight worry, while Buck and Chimney stopped just short of hellicopter parents. She moved the wrong way and their mother hen instincts exploded. Frankly, it was exhausting.

But tonight Maddie was due for a surprise. When she set her things on the counter in Chimneys apartment, Albert was waiting for her. He popped up from the couch like a spring loaded toy, and grinned in a way that was almost suspicious.

“Chimney has a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.” Albert hopped from foot to foot in anticipation, looking at the door excitedly. A few seconds later, Chimney came out of the room dressed to the nines. Maddie’s lip curled up when she saw him.

“You look handsome.” Maddie said, showing her satisfaction by kissing him. Albert turned around to avoid the show, his grin never leaving his face.

When they finally stopped, Chimney whisked Maddie into the room. Laying on the bed was the green dress she had worn when she met the Lee’s. It was the dress that had made Chimney realize he loved her and he wanted her to wear it on this night.

Once she had put it on and come out looking flawless, as always, Chimney took her hand and led her to the beginning of what would hopefully be the best night of both of their lives.

Chimney had been planning this night for weeks, with a lot of help from Bobby, and a lot of pep talks from Hen. Eddie had pulled the strings for the reservation, and everyone had kept Buck completely in the dark about any of the details. He knew Chimney was proposing, because Buck had picked the ring and given his blessing. He just didn’t know when, where or how, Chimney would be proposing.

Chimney couldn’t keep his eyes off of Maddie while he drove to the restaurant. Twice, Maddie course corrected the wheel to keep them from causing a crash. Chimney refused to tell her where they were going, until he pulled up outside.

“What should’ve been our first date.” He said, after parking and giving Maddie a kiss. How do people have self control when their women looked this good? Of course, no one was a pretty as Maddie in Chimneys eyes.

The two of them walked hand in hand to the door, their steps syncing. That is until, the screeching of brakes grabbed their attentions and a scream pulled them into an emergency.

“Hey, can you hear me?” Maddie said to the woman laying on the ground.

“Yeah. I’m Darcy.” The woman said. Her date was directing the car that almost hit her, before he grabbed her hand and relayed what happened.

“My ankle gave out. I shouldn’t have worn heels.” Darcy said, sitting up and wiggling her toes. “I’m fine, Brad.” She accepted the hands of Chimney and Brad, who helped her to standing. Her ankle didn’t look particularly bad, but both Maddie and Chimney advises the couple to forgo their plans to go to the hospital.

They were about to go inside when they heard another scream. Neither of them could ignore it as it continued. “Never a dull moment.” Maddie teased, searching for the source of the screams.

Coincidentally, the screams came from the car that almost ran Darcy over. “Help!!! I think I’m in labor.”

Maddie and Chimney exchanged a look. “I’m chimney and that’s Maddie. How far along are you?”

“32 weeks.”

“Is there anyone you can call to take you to the hospital?” Maddie asked, letting the woman squeeze her hand.

“I’m supposed to be getting dinner with my sister for her birthday. She’s going to be so pissed I’m late.”

“What’s her name?” Chimney and Maddie had the same thought, and as soon as the question was answered, he ran inside to find the sister, Elizabeth.

Maddie stayed with Fiona, who had told Maddie her name after answering Chimneys question. By the time Chimney came back with Elizabeth, Maddie had realized their wasn’t time to go to the hospital. This baby was going to be born in a restaurant parking lot.

“I guess our real first date will have to wait.” Maddie looked up at Chimney, and into his eyes, his expression a mix between pride and sadness. But they both knew that helping this woman was more important than any date.

Less than 30 minutes later, there was a new baby in the world, and a very thankful family. There was also a rescheduled reservation, and Maddie and Chimney eating McDonalds fries in the hospital parking lot.

“I love you. And I love you too.” Chimney said to two of his favorite people in the world. Maddie kissed his forehead and covered his hand with hers. Little miss or mister kicked in reply, causing both Maddie and Chimney to grin, and kiss, the salt of the fries the only thing they tasted.

When they pulled apart, smiles dancing on both their lips, Chimney was holding a box. He snapped it open, causing Maddie to gasp.

“I know you public proposals make you squirm, so I hope this is private enough. I love you, Madeline. You give me all the joy I could ever hold, and you’re the love of my life. You’re the only girl for me. I want you, and only you. So, will you marry me?”

Maddie rushed forward to kiss him, skimming his jawline with her hand lightly. Chimney cupped her cheek as he pulled back. “Is that a yes?”

“I’ve never been happier to say yes to something.”

—

“So that’s the story of how Maddie and Chimney got engaged.” Josh said, sipping his coffee and looking at Maddie with the level of happiness reserved for his best friend.

“Definitely not how Chimney planned it.” Maddie said, laughing as she remembered Chimney telling her how he planned to propose: at the top of the stairs when they both were in their pajamas. Of course, Bobby and Athena had convinced him to at least wear some pants. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

In many ways, the proposal was exactly like their relationship: never a dull moment, and at every important moment, there happened to be an emergency. Oh, the stories they’d be telling their children.

#madney #911 #911 fics #911 fanfiction #fanfiction #9-1-1 #911 fox #maddie x chimney #chimney x maddie #proposal

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Eddie: Can you do something for me?

Buck: Yeah, sure, what do you need?

Eddie: Chris brought home a tree, can you help him plant it?

Buck: Be there in 5

—

It’s a little longer than 5 minutes before Buck gets there. When Eddie opens the door, he’s surprised to see Buck holding a bag of potting soil, another bag of garden tools, and a plastic watering can.

“You went all out.” Eddie says, taking the bag of tools and then muttering confusedly.

“I highly doubted you even know what a trowel is, much less have one.” Buck teases, pointing to it in Eddie’s hands.

“So that’s what this is.” Eddie says, while Buck surveys the tree.

“Do you know what kind this is?” Buck asks, morphing into his gardner persona.

“What kind of tree is this, Chris?” Buck turns around to see Chris grinning at him.

“It’s a redbud.” He says proudly.

“What do you say I help you plant it?” Buck says, spinning the trowel around his fingers.

“Because Dad has a black thumb?”

Buck stifles his laugh, but not before Eddie shoots him an unamused look.

“Yes, because I have a black thumb.” Eddie hands the tree to Buck and dramatically carries the rest of the supplies out to the yard.

It takes Christopher and Buck a long time to decide on a space. Buck is finally satisfied when they settle on a spot in the front yard.

Buck all but forces Eddie to help him dig the hole. Even Eddie saying “I might curse it.” doesn’t let him off the hook. 20 minutes later, there’s a mound of dirt and a hole perfect for the tree.

Buck and Chris plant the tree while Eddie watches fondly. Buck doesn’t notice any of the pictures Eddie takes, he’s too busy enjoying the afternoon, and enjoying helping Chris.

Buck and Chris pack the soil, and water the little tree. Eddie doesn’t think it should be called a redbud, it’s not red, but he never did know much about plants. If Eddie makes trees they’d all be called tree. Maybe Groot, if he felt crazy that day.

“Do you like it, Dad?” Christopher asks a while later.

Eddie blinks a few times to clear the vision of wherever he drifted off to. “I love it, buddy.” The little tree isn’t much to behold, but Chris helped to plant it, so he loves it.

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1 Year Later

Eddie and Christopher have posed next to that tree every holiday. They invite Buck to join them, though a couple times he already had plans with Maddie.

The tree grows steadily, and by the time it’s one year old, Eddie thinks he has feelings for the man who helped his son plant it.

2 Years Later

Eddie and Christopher continue to take a picture next to the tree every holiday, and on Easter it has a few red buds. So that’s where it gets the name.

Buck and Eddie had their first kiss next to that tree on New Years Eve. Not at midnight, but it stil felt like fireworks went off in the background.

3 Years Later

Buck and Eddie and Christopher now pose next to the tree every holiday. Together. They tried kissing in a few, but Chris quickly pulled a stop to that. Except on Christmas, when he asked Abuela to tie mistletoe to the highest branch.

Every holiday seems to get better for the three of them. They all seem to love each other more as the calendar rolls by.

4 Years Later

The tree is taller than Buck now, and Christopher gets a kick every time Buck tries to be taller than the tree. Eddie just takes the picture.

Exactly four years after Buck and Chris planted the tree, Eddie proposes. Classic ring in the tree.

5 Years Later

Athena marries them under the very same tree, and it makes its way into their vows. “I’m so glad you never made like a tree and leafed me.” Guess who said that. Christopher and Maddie stand up with them.

The entire 118 is in attendance. Bobby, Athena, May, Harry, Michael, Dr. Hale, Hen, Karen, Denny, Nia, their newest foster child, Maddie, Chim and their daughter and son. Eddie’s family makes up for Bucks lack thereof.

That tree is the backdrop of their lives together, and none of the Diaz-Buckley’s would have it any other way. Especially not Christopher, who proudly claimed it was his tree that set his dads up.

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Outside the firehouse, rain patters on the roof, echoing through the quiet building. The stars are invisible past the lights of Los Angeles, but they are smiling down on the 118 leaning on each other.

It has been a long day, every person affected in starkly different ways. The first call, involving a swimming pool, pulled Buck right back to the tsunami and all the horrors that came with that day. No one says a word about the tears that spill down onto Buck’s clothes. They just let him lean on them on the way back.

The second call pricked Hen’s heart and held Eddie in a chokehold. This girl didn’t play the cello, but Hen can’t help but see Evelyn in her eyes. Eddie can only see Shannon, the woman he wasn’t good enough to save. This girl, Talia, had a guardian angel. Her survival held both Eddie and Hen upright until they could lean on their family.

Chimney saw himself in the 3rd call of the day. Same car, crushed like a soda can. Same material flung through the air, into the mans arm. The scar burns with the memory, and Chimney counts his blessings. Maddie, their baby, Bobby, Buck, Hen, Eddie, family, Albert, Maddie and Hen again. That rebar changed his life. And this guy never had a chance, he’s dead before they even extract him. He holds Hens hand on the way to their second home.

Bobby lights a candle for Marci and blows it out before anyone sees him. Today would have been her birthday, and misses her a lot today. He misses her everyday. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Buck lays his arm across his shoulders and the rest stand behind him, each showing their love or gratitude or plain old pride with a touch.

A while later, the couch is jammed with 5 people. Bobby is in the middle, Hen on one side, Eddie on the other. Chimney and Buck have the arms, but lean heavily on their friends. The rain lulls them to peace and their friends next to them ground their scattered emotions of the day. They all needed somebody to lean on today, and luckily, they don’t have to look far.

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