Written for @911crackweek Day 5: Non human outsider POV
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The explosion comes from deep within Ladder 118. She feels her walls expand and contract and she’s barreling through the pavement sending everyone inside flying. She ends up on her side, collapsing in the middle of the street.
She tries to keep tabs on everyone and she senses most of her firefighters are out safe.
Most.
She panics when she realizes someone is missing from the headcount and a teenager is running around her with a bomb strapped to his chest.
Buck wiggles underneath her and Ladder 118 groans in frustration. She has landed over own of her own.
Maybe even her favorite firefighter.
And she might be killing Buck, but there’s nothing she can do about it.
“Get me the captain!” the teenager yells.
Ladder 118 knows Captain Han is here. She has faith in him, he will save them all.
Then the teenager sees Captain Han, but he doesn’t want him… he only wants Bobby and Bobby is not-
“Freddie.”
A wave of relief takes over her the moment she hears Bobby’s voice.
That’s the boy from that restaurant fire. Ladder 118 doesn’t know him, but she’s heard Bobby talk about him and his father.
“Thought you’d be on the truck.”
“I’m here now,” Bobby replies.
Ladder 118 slips in and out of consciousness. She fights it, but can’t stay aware of her surroundings for more than a few seconds at a time.
“What about him?” Bobby demands and Ladder 118 only wants to keep Buck safe right now. She knows she’s gone, but Buck still has a chance. “He’s got parents, a sister, a girlfriend and he never did anything to you. He wasn’t even a firefighter when your father burned down that restaurant.”
Everything turns black again.
She wakes up with Captain Han standing beside her.
It’s over.
Is it over?
“Just hang in there, Buckaroo.” Captain Han’s voice gives her a sense of security. A certainty that Buck will be alright.
“Alright. Let’s try to lift this off him, yeah?”
They are trying to move her, lift her up but she’s too heavy, they know she’s too heavy and she can’t help them at all.
“We got anything on the truck we can use for leverage?” Bobby asks, but no, she doesn’t have anything in her to help.
She’s helpless and she’s going to end up taking Buck with her.
A swarm of civilians surround her after a few minutes and Buck screams in agony.
“He’s almost clear. Hold it.” Captain Han yells while still holding on to Ladder 118.
“Keep pulling!” Someone else eggs them on.
“All right. We got him out. We got him out,” Eddie reassures the group of people.
Buck is safe in Eddie’s hands and nothing else matters anymore.
Darkness unfolds around her as she hits the pavement one last time. It’s Eddie’s turn to take care of Buck.
Evan Buckley has a good heart, it’s not a secret. So when he finds a stray dog, he can’t let him in the street. It’s a dalmatian, the symbol of firefighters. Buck needs to convince his boys to adopt the dog. Christopher falls in love the second he meets Jax, but Eddie needs a little more convincing.
I just read this which is hilarious, because it got me thinking about something that was peak dumbassery by the both of them in the actual god damn show.
Remember when they’re helping Maddie move? The pizza boxes on the couch. They were literally going to be so dramatic like the firefighters they are and get the saws and jaws to get the couch through the door without dropping the pizza. Neither one of them thought to like just stop and take the pizzas inside.
Nope, they were still trying to bring it all inside at the same time. Come on, though, one full stride over the couch (if it was blocking the door) and Buck would be inside and then Eddie hands him the pizza. Or they call for Maddie who is the sensible one to grab them and take them inside.
So basically yes, they’d probably would get into a lot of dumbass things together, because there were several other LOGICAL options to get that pizza inside.
Also let’s not forget Eddie “storms off in a vertical train” Diaz.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Characters: Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Karen Wilson
Additional Tags: Crack, 9-1-1 Crack Week (9-1-1 TV), 9-1-1 Crack Week 2020, day 7: free choice, Mind Reading, Eddie Diaz is a Mind Reader
Summary:
Eddie has a new talent, which may end up being very useful.
My contribution to @911crackweek 2020! This was so fun to write and @matan4il and @adamngoodbuck did an amazing job organizing! Everyone who contributed had amazing content and I’m so glad this happened! Hope y’all enjoy!
The kitchen floor is too cold for his feet. Buck walks on his tiptoes until he reaches Eddie, who’s sitting on the floor right in front of the fridge. “Eds? My cheeks are melting, Eds.”
Eddie doesn’t answer and Buck takes a step closer, kneeling beside him. “I can’t move my arms, Eds.”
Eddie is silent. Too silent. Buck drags his knees over the cold, cold floor to face Eddie and finds him eating ribs out of the container, fridge’s door slightly open.
“I don’t like this,” Buck complains.
Eddie doesn’t answer, instead, he puts a rib in Buck’s mouth. “Eat.”
Chris coming home for Thanksgiving is a miracle. He’d said once and again that he didn’t think he’d make it, that college stuff and things were going to keep him too busy.
The surprise is overwhelming, but they know it’s him in an instant. The way Chris opens the door makes a particular clack no one else manages and when they hear the door open and slam shut, Eddie and Buck rush together to meet him.
“Superman! You made it!” Eddie’s voice is shaky. He can’t hide his emotion to have their son with them for a few days. Buck’s a ball of excited energy, almost vibrating beside Eddie.
“Dad!” Chris hugs Eddie and they both get enveloped in one of those Buck hugs that make everything click into place. “Bucky. Hi.”
“Welcome home, kid.”
“Thanks. I’ve missed you,” Chris replies, laying his head over Eddie’s shoulder.
“Listen, you have no idea…”
“Izzie?” Eddie cuts Buck off.
“She gets here tomorrow afternoon, but she sent a gift for you.” Izzie knows them well enough to bake something for them every single time Chris visits. This time isn’t any different, and even though she’s coming to celebrate with them, she sends the goodies with Chris before her arrival.
“Oh?” Buck’s arches an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“Don’t act all surprised… It’s your favorite.”
“Brownies?” Buck’s eyes are shining and Chris chuckles.
“Yes, brownies.” He opens his backpack and takes the container with the brownies out. “Just- don’t eat them all? Leave some for tomorrow?”
“You wound me, Christopher.”
“Buck…”
“Fine, I won’t eat them all.”
As Chris goes to his room to take a nap, Eddie and Buck start planning and organizing everything for Thanksgiving dinner.
The brownies are waiting for them and Buck decides to open the container and grab one.
“Just one, Eds, come on, don’t look at me like that, you know you want it.”
“Fine, give me one.”
What wrong can a brownie do?
What wrong ... they have to laugh.
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“Dad? Buck? You in here?” Chris calls out as he takes a step into the kitchen and comes to a full stop when he sees them.
They are shoving food on their mouths sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.
He takes out his phone and makes a call. Waiting for Izzie to pick up the phone, he can’t stop smiling at the sight before him and his cheeks start to burn.
“Izzie? Fuck, Izzie... I think-” he cackles. “Izzie, shit. I think we screwed up.”
“Those brownies? We mixed them up and-” he snickers and takes a step away from the kitchen. Luckily his dads are too in the zone eating leftover ribs straight out of the fridge to notice him. “Fuck, okay, I think we ate the brownies that were meant for my dads.”
“Chris, why the fuck- Jesus, no. Now I can’t show my face around there, at least for like a century okay? It was nice knowing you…”
“Izzie, come on.” Chris feels a bit guilty, and a lot amused.
“Why, why on earth… God, the universe hates me. I just try to do something nice, and- we fuck up like this. Jesus. Why?” Izzie groans, frustration pouring out of her in waterfalls.
“They can’t resist the carbs. It’s their thing. You know this. It was your way to their hearts since the beginning...”
Izzie laughs and the sound warms Chris’s heart.
“You know? This is not the first time they-” Chris pauses. “These two, for real. Dumbest smart people I know, Izzie, I swear to god. They got dosed once before, like... ten years ago?”
"Okay, but you do realize how it all makes sense now, right? Why the ones we had didn’t do shit."
Chris hums in agreement and walks back into the kitchen. “I need you to see this. Give me a sec, I’m filming this shit. Call you in a bit.” He hangs up and turns the camera on his fathers. “Please, look at this,” he whispers into the microphone. “I just-”
That’s the moment Buck decides to lay down on the floor, rib secure between his teeth. He plops himself in front of Eddie and places his head over his lap. He stretches all of his long limbs over the floor.
“Eddie. Eddie.” Buck mumbles. “Eddie!”
“What?”
Buck jerks his arms over the cold tiles, making slow and wonky movements. “I told you my arms don’t work.”
A laugh escapes Chris as he continues talking to the microphone, trying to keep his voice down. “He looks like a very weird and wobbly stoned starfish.”
“So I know you’re both on duty...but if you come by again after we reopen...consider this a gift card.” He handed the card to Buck. “Have a treat, on me.” He said, with a small laugh
A grateful dispensary owner offers Buck and Eddie a sample of their choosing. The following weekend, a casual night of video games evolves into something more as the mildly aphrodisiac strain takes effect.
Thank you to the two the two discord users who helped with beta. There is no explicit content in the first upload but I may add a second chapter to finish up the story. This is my very first time uploading a fic and all feedback is appreciated.
A crack fic written for the prompt 'Breaking the 4th wall' for @911crackweek 2020.
Please avoid this fic if you are trying not to see any mentions of US politics or the 45th US President, but this is largely light-hearted crack, honest.
Rated G, Gen ficlet. The 118 assesses a patient for head trauma.