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[catdadeddie]

christopher diaz week - day one: the future is your fave episode

2x04: Stuck

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[tarlosbuddie]

Christopher Diaz Week 2021

Day 3: Threads of Carla

As they slept, they started dreaming of all the invisible strings they had, and all the strings their friends have, and their friends have, until everyone in the world was connected by invisible strings.

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[bieddiediaz]

@chrisdiazweek day 4 - buck & chris

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[diazevan]

these little words (somehow they're changing us)

Christopher can make anybody smile, even when they feel like they can't.

Christopher Diaz Week, Day 7: ANYTHING CHRIS GOES + “I love you.”

Read on AO3 (This is a long one lol)

TW: For ‘Part 4: Harry’ there are mentions of a bully who teased Harry for having a gay dad. 

1: Bobby

Washing up, Bobby could turn his back on the team and couldn’t be asked a million questions about how he was feeling. At home, with Athena and May, they spoke to him with their gentlest voices, then at work, the team did the same, it was too much.

The anniversary of the fire was creeping up, the single worst day of Bobby’s life, that he wished he could lock in a box and throw to the bottom of a lake.

He knew that his family cared.

It was why Athena was up early to make him breakfast every morning, why Hen and Chimney let him win their Mario Kart tournament, why Eddie did the grocery run, and why Buck saved him the last cupcake from the bundle Taylor had dropped off to celebrate Buck and Eddie’s engagement.

Those gestures, Bobby didn’t mind, but it was the talking; the mindless head tilts and the usual, “How are you doing?”

There was no answer for that, unless he lied, nodding his head, and saying he was doing okay, but when he closed his eyes, he saw his kids laying across those white sheets.

Bobby celebrated – internally, of course - when Eddie asked if Christopher and Carla could stopover for lunch. He adored Christopher, and so did everybody else, it was impossible not to. So, while everybody was distracted by Christopher’s wonderous tales, Bobby could escape the constant questions and the worried glances.

Running his hand through the lukewarm water, Bobby turned off the faucet and turned, swinging open the dishwasher.

He skipped over to the table, gathering as many plates as he could with two hands.

Christopher grabbed his empty plastic cup and jumped onto his feet, “I’ll help!”

Bobby couldn’t help but smile, “Thank you.” He turned, starting to place the plates into the dishwasher, “Those cups can’t go in here, do you wanna put it in the sink for me?”

“Okay!” Christopher bounced over, tossing the cup into the water, “I’m very good at washing up.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows, “Yeah?”

Christopher lowered his voice, “Better than Buck.”

Bobby pressed a hand on his stomach, barking a laugh, “I bet you are.”

Buck couldn’t wash up, not without making a mess; Eddie couldn’t cook, even after many one-to-one lessons with Bobby. Together, it worked.

Christopher stood on his tiptoes, looking into the sink, “Do you want my help?”

“Sure,” Bobby held up his hands, “I’ll grab the other cups.”

Before he could, Christopher was hugging him, locking his arms firmly around Bobby’s middle.

Bobby knelt, folding his arms behind Christopher’s shoulders, letting the kid press his chin on his shoulder, “Hey,” Bobby hung his head back, “What was that for?”

“I don’t know,” Christopher lifted his shoulders with a shrug, “But I think you needed a hug.”

A warmth spread across Bobby’s chest as a grin gradually grew across his face, “I guess I did.”

Christopher patted his shoulder, “Love you, Bobby.”

Bobby lifted his hands, ruffling Christopher’s hair, “Love you too, kid.”

Standing to collect the cups together, Bobby searched the room for Eddie, he found him on the couch, grinning up at his fiancée who had laid his legs across Eddie’s lap, trapping him. Eddie locked eyes with Bobby, nodding slowly, with a knowing smile, he knew better than anyone that reassurance from Christopher was exactly what Bobby needed.

2: Maddie

Maddie understood that she couldn’t protect Jee-Yun from everything unless she planned to take helicopter parenting to the next most extreme level.

Jee-Yun was teething and despite knowing that her daughter would never remember the pain or the tears, it didn’t ease Maddie’s worry. She hated knowing that Jee-Yun was in pain, there was nothing she could do to soothe her, aside from cradle her, and buy her toys to chew on to her heart’s content.

“I know, baby,” Maddie pressed a kiss to Jee-Yun’s temple, “It sucks, doesn’t it?” Her daughter hung her head, wailing as loud as she could, Maddie tried to shush her, “Daddy’s sleeping.”

“No, Daddy’s awake,” Chimney emerged from the bedroom, with a yawn, he rubbed his eyes with the backs of his fingers.

“Oh, Chim,” Maddie squeaked her empathy, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not her fault,” Chimney clapped his hands, taking Jee-Yun into his arms, “It’s a part of growing up.”

She sighed, “But you have to work tonight.”

“I’ve had five hours,” He shrugged as he patted Jee-Yun’s back, “That’s enough.”

Maddie pressed her hands on her hips, trying to conceal a yawn, but it didn’t go unnoticed by Chimney, who raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to his shoulder, she jabbed a finger in his direction, “Shut up.”

Chimney laughed, “I didn’t say anything,”

There was a knock at the door.

Maddie narrowed her eyes, considering she hadn’t buzzed anybody in, she reached for the handle, pulling open the door.

She was greeted by three familiar faces; Buck, Eddie, and Christopher.

“Aunt Maddie!” Christopher locked his arms around her legs, greeting her in his usual fashion.

“Hey, honey,” She tapped his back as she darted her eyes up to her brother, “What are you guys doing here?” She asked through a yawn, “I thought you were venue hunting.”

“We are,” Eddie shrugged, “But not until later.”

Christopher headed inside, wearing a grin as he stopped by Buck’s side.

“So, we’re here…” Buck moved inside, pressing a kiss to Maddie’s cheek, “To help.”

Maddie raised her eyebrows, “Help?”

Buck pressed his hands together, resting them under his chin, as he turned on his heel, “Consider this an intervention.”

Maddie stepped closer to Chimney, “An intervention?”

Buck tilted his ear to his shoulder, “You two need sleep.”

“Desperately,” Eddie added as he pushed the front door shut, pressing a hand to his son’s back.

Chimney scoffed a laugh, “We’re fine.”

Buck snorted, “Sure.”

Eddie crossed his arms, “Is that why you look like you’re about to fall over?”

Chimney exclaimed, “Hey!”

“Now, there’s my favorite niece,” Buck held out his arms, scooping Jee-Yun, with a smile, not phased by her sobs, “Oh, no.”

Maddie sighed, “You really don’t have to do this.”

“We want to,” Eddie assured her, “You two deserve some time.”

“I mean,” Chimney met her gaze, “It’s basically free babysitting, right?”

“Yeah…” Maddie nodded, “Um, are you sure?”

Buck smiled, “Get some rest.”

Going into the bedroom, Maddie and Chimney fell onto their bed, not even bothering with the covers, curling into one another.

She couldn’t work out when she fell asleep, but Maddie was suddenly woken up, by somebody prodding her arm.

“What?” She turned, meeting Chimney’s tired gaze, “What is it?”

He raised his head, “Can you hear that?”

She couldn’t hear anything, “No.”

“Exactly,” Chimney mused, “Jee-Yun’s not crying.”

Maddie needed to see this, she sat up, crawling out of the bed, cracking the door open, and leaning her head out.

Jee-Yun was laying in the crib, blabbering happily, her eyes on the ceiling.

Eddie and Buck were dancing around the kitchen, finishing the washing up, while gazing into each other’s eyes, like they always did.

Maddie’s eyes found Christopher, who was kneeling beside the crib, poking his fingers through the slates, letting Jee-Yun grip onto one of them with all her might.

Christopher grinned, fascinated by his cousin, he sang, “Hey.”

Jee-Yun spun her head, watching Christopher, squeezing his finger as she did, she giggled loudly, staring at him like he held all the answers to the universe.

Christopher lowered his voice, whispering, “Love you, Jee.”

Tears filled Maddie’s eyes as she smiled, turning back to Chimney.

Jumping back into her bed, she couldn’t drop her smile.

Her family was the best.

3: Denny

Denny skipped into his bedroom, placing Christopher’s bag on the end of his bed.

They were having a double sleepover; two nights with Christopher, while Eddie and Buck were out wedding planning, which meant they could play games all day and talk through the night.

Christopher was having Denny’s bed while Denny took the inflatable mattress that they’d blown up by the window and covered in a spare quilt.

Denny bent beside the toy box, opening the lid, and searching for his new Star Wars Lego set to take into the living room. He stopped when he noticed something buried at the bottom, under the scrabble box, he dug his hands inside, pulling out a pink horse plushie, “Oh.”

It was Nia’s.

All his happiness was gone, Denny climbed onto his bed, laying on his side, hugging her horse under his arm as he let out a long sigh.

The bedroom door creaked, and Christopher asked, “What’s wrong?”

Denny hummed before saying, “Nothing.”

Christopher climbed up onto the bed, lying next to him, patting Denny’s arm, “I miss Nia too.”

Denny lifted his head, looking at his friend.

“It’s okay to miss people,” Christopher told him, “I miss my mom sometimes, but she’s not coming back, but she was here,” He squeezed the plushie, “Dad says that the important thing.”

Denny couldn’t imagine losing one of his moms; Christopher was one of the strongest people that he knew because he never stopped smiling.

“Nia is with her mom,” Christopher said, “She’s happy but she probably misses you too.”

Denny nodded slowly.

“You might see her again one day,” Christopher smiled, “That would be fun.”

“Yeah, it would,” Denny reached over, pulling Christopher into a hug, squeezing his eyes shut.

Christopher tapped his back, “I’m not going anywhere, Denny.”

“I know.” Denny scrunched his nose, “Love you, Chris.”

“Love you too.”

4: Harry

Harry was unloading the dishwasher, ignoring the glances that his mom and Bobby were sending his way as they muttered between themselves.

He knew he was in trouble, his parents had made that very clear when they collected him from school and grounded him, being suspended from school for a week was a big deal, he understood that.

He couldn’t tell them the whole truth, he knew how extravagant his parents were when they were angry, especially his mom. If he told Bobby, it would reach the station, and then everybody would be mad; he could already picture Hen and Buck storming the school with his mom.

Harry would rather handle it, by himself, and not stress his family out, yet. It wasn’t long until Eddie and Buck’s wedding, he didn’t want to put a dent in that, because it definitely would.

“Harry,” Bobby leaned on the kitchen surface, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” Harry closed the dishwasher, “I pushed Ben over; that’s all.”

“That’s all,” Athena muttered, shaking her head as she buried her hands in his pockets.

“We know you, Harry,” Bobby said, clearly being the ‘good cop,’ “You wouldn’t have just pushed him.”

Ben’s torments filled Harry’s head as he met his stepdad’s gaze.

Your dad’s got a boyfriend?

Harry shrugged, “It’s nothing, Bobby.”

That’s so gross.

Harry adored his family, that included David, and when Ben came for him, Harry saw red, pushing Ben to the ground; Ben had seen the engagement party pictures for Eddie and Buck on Harry’s Instagram, that added fuel to the fire, but Harry would defend his family until the end.

The doorbell rang.

Bobby hung his head, looking to Harry’s mom, “That will be the boys.”

Harry rolled his shoulders; he forgot that Buck, Eddie, and Christopher were visiting for dinner.

“Harry,” Athena said strictly, “Christopher’s gonna wanna play games with you, but no video games, you hear me?”

Harry nodded.

Athena put on a grin, skipped up the stairs, and opening the door, with a joyous, “Hey!”

“Sorry, we’re so early,” Buck said, “Christopher was very excited to see Harry.”

Harry stepped over with Bobby, looking up to the door, as his mom turned to face him, with a knowing glance.

“Well, Harry’s grounded,” She pressed a hand to her hip, “But if Christopher is okay with board games.”

“We love board games,” Eddie sang, “Don’t we, bud?”

Christopher jumped, “Yeah!”

“This way, Chris,” Harry nodded his head to the couch, pulling out the Scrabble and Monopoly boards from under the coffee table, as he sat down, leaning his back on the edge of the couch.

Bobby skipped into the kitchen, to prepare drinks, while the others sat at the dinner table, jumping right into talking about the wedding.

Harry was happy for the distraction while he played games with Christopher.

Christopher balanced his crutches on the floor before jumping down to see near Harry, he lowered his voice, leaning his head, “What happened?”

Harry lifted his hands, “I got grounded.”

Christopher muttered, “Why?”

“I pushed a kid over,” Harry told him as he got out the parts for Scrabble, laying the board across the table, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” The thing was, he did want to talk about it, he wanted everybody to know that he didn’t do it without a reason, but he couldn’t.

Christopher asked, “Was he a bully?”

Harry nodded, keeping his voice quiet, “Yeah.”

“Oh,” Christopher let go of a long breath, “Did he push you?”

“No,” Harry shook his head, “But—”

“He was mean?”

“Very.” Harry sighed, darting his eyes to his mom, who was caught up in her conversation, she wouldn’t be able to hear them, “Can I tell you what happened?”

“Yeah.”

“The kid, Ben, he was being mean,” Harry looked over at Buck and Eddie, before turning his face back to Christopher, “He said it was gross that my dad is gay.”

“That’s wrong!” Christopher cupped a hand over his mouth, shushing himself, “He can’t say that—”

“I know.”

Christopher held out his hands, “I would have pushed him over too.”

Eddie was on his feet, pacing over, “What did you say, Chris?”

Harry cursed their luck, he forgot that his parents could hear everything.

Christopher lied, “Nothing.”

“No…” Eddie shook his head slowly, “We all heard.”

Buck, like Bobby, seemed to take the role of ‘good cop’ so he stood back, crossing his arms, eyes locked onto the boys.

While Harry’s mom stepped over, stopping next to Eddie, the pair crossing their arms.

Christopher explained, “Harry pushed him because Ben was making fun of Michael for being gay.”

Harry sighed, slouching, as the adults were stunned into silence.

Harry’s mom met Eddie’s gaze, while Bobby clamped a hand on Buck’s shoulder.

“And—” Christopher breathed, “If somebody said that about you, I’d be mad.”

“Yeah, buddy, I know,” Eddie sighed gently, “Ben is wrong.”

“Harry,” Athena spoke softly, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t wanna hurt Dad or David.”

“Still, sweetheart…” Athena sighed, bending down to cup his cheek in her hand, “You have to tell us these things, so we can understand.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“And pushing him over, wasn’t the best move,” She scolded, “But I get it, next time, you come to me, or one of your teachers, okay?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, “I will.”

“We’ll talk to your school tomorrow,”

Standing up, Bobby stepped over, wrapping an arm behind her back, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Harry turned, tugging Christopher into a hug, “Thank you,” He whispered into his ear.

Christopher frowned, “Why?”

“For helping.” Harry pulled back, “I didn’t know how to tell them.”

“Ben has to be told off,” Christopher told him, “And he will be.”

“Yeah,” Harry tapped his friend’s shoulder, “He will.”

Christopher reached out, grabbing the bag of letters for Scrabble, he looked up with a smile, “Love you, Harry.”

Harry grinned, happy to have a friend in Christopher, “Love you too, Chris.”

5: Buck

Sometimes Buck would wake up, panicked by memories of the tsunami. In a few short months, it would be the third anniversary of when the wave came crashing down, and he couldn’t understand where the time had gone.

Buck could feel the rush of the water; the pressure gathering him up and pushing him back, away from Christopher.

The ringing in his ears, his heart racing in his chest, and his arms thrashing through the cold avoiding debris as he swept past, Buck remembered it all.

He leaned back in the chair at the kitchen table, slowing his breathing as his eyes found the clock on the wall.

4:48 am.

He was surprised he hadn’t woken Eddie when he got out of bed, his fiancé wasn’t exactly a heavy sleep, and usually, with the slightest hint of unfamiliar movement, Eddie would be up on his feet before Buck could reassure him that he was only getting up to grab a glass of water.

It had been two hours since Buck had left the bedroom, taking his place in the kitchen, to sit with a cup of cocoa and stare at the wall, thoughts running through his head, at a mile a minute.

Eddie hadn’t been distributed when Buck slipped away, likely because they’d had a long shift at work, and when they made it home, Eddie had been out like a light.

Buck rubbed his hand down his face, wanting nothing more than for Eddie to gather him up in his arms, and tell him that everything was going to be okay.

He knew that if he knocked on the door and woke Eddie, then he would be exactly what he would get; Eddie didn’t show it, but he was a softy at heart.

As much as Buck wanted that, he couldn’t.

Buck? Wait, what are you doing here? Are you okay? Wait, where's Christopher?

Memories of that day, that moment when he thought he’d lost Christopher and had to tell Eddie, they weighed heavy, keeping him sitting in the chair.

Me and Christopher, we were...at the beach, and--um...and listen to me, okay?

Oh, he’d never shake the look in Eddie’s eyes.

I swear to you... okay, I tried...

Tears filled his eyes, he brushed them away, bracing his fingers together and planting them on the table, as he slowed his breathing.

Buck had been in love with Eddie for as long as he could remember, but when that day, he thought any potential relationship was buried.

Eddie and Christopher were two of the most important people in Buck’s life, two who pulled him to shore while he was sinking fast. He let them down that day, let Christopher slip through his fingers, but his soon-to-be stepson was adamant that Buck was a hero, but he didn’t feel like one.

Shortly after the whole lawsuit debacle, Eddie caught Buck off-guard, asking him out on a date, and explained that he was done wasting time that they didn’t have.

Buck was sure that he’d never been happier, than in that very moment, and then a year later, Eddie asked him to marry him, that day quickly took the top spot.

Buck fiddled with his engagement ring, leaning his head against his hand as he shuddered, feeling like he needed to wade through water before he could make it back to bed.

Christopher’s tired voice caught his attention, “Buck?”

Buck plastered on a false smile, lifting his head, as he turned in his chair, “Hey, buddy.” He tried to clear his throat, but his voice came out hoarse, “What are you doing up?”

Christopher tilted his head, “Are you okay?”

Buck thought he could lie but as he stared into Christopher’s eyes he knew he could, but his words escaped him, so he simply shook his head, his lower lip trembling.

Christopher sped over, opening up his arms.

Buck crumpled to the floor, on his knees, collecting Christopher in a hug, tucking his forehead against his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Buck,” Christopher whispered in his ear, brushing his hand through Buck’s hair, “Nothing bad is going to happen.”

Buck squeaked, closing his eyes as he let out of a sob, “I’m sorry.”

“You can be sad,” Christopher assured him, “It’s normal.”

“Yeah,” Buck nodded as he clung on tighter, “It is.”

The bedroom door clicked open, and a half-asleep Eddie emerged, stopping by the wall, eyes on them.

Buck leaned, pressing a hand to Christopher’s cheek, “I love you, Superman.”

Christopher smiled, as wide as he could, “I love you too, Papa.”

Eddie raised a hand, laying it under his chin as he struggled to hide the fondest of grins.

Buck chuckled through his tears, as he clung onto Christopher, his feet finally on dry land.

6: Eddie

Eddie kept going to the mirror to make sure that his tie was positioned properly, if he sat still for too long, his leg started bouncing and his heart would race.

He’d been a groom before, but his and Shannon’s wedding was quick, not many people attended the ceremony, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision that the pair made together.

With Buck, Eddie knew that this commitment was one he was making, until the end; he and Buck were entangled, in more ways than one.

God, Eddie loved him, he really did; sometimes he’d focus on the time they’d lost while they were idiots who never discussed their feelings, but he couldn’t concentrate on that.

Buck was more than perfect because they were best friends first, and still were, to this day, which made that step to boyfriends, that much easier; Buck loved Christopher like his own, before he and Eddie were together, which was beautiful.

There's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you.

When Eddie had muttered those words, he should have realized, there and then, his true feelings but he left it too long, pushed his future further away.

He wouldn’t let that happen again.

That didn’t relieve the pressure that had rested on his chest, he was terrified of getting it wrong, or tripping up when he needed his balance the most.

He’d never considered the dangers of his job until he started counting the odds with Buck’s life, as well as his own.

He couldn’t lose another, his heart wouldn’t be able to take another blow, and Buck wasn’t exactly known for his level-headedness.

Despite that, since they started dating, both of them were far more responsible on calls, Bobby wished they’d been together since the beginning.

Christopher was sitting on the chair, in the corner of the room, dangling his legs in anticipation, “Are you okay, Dad?”

Eddie clapped his hands together, “I’m fine,” He rubbed the nape of his neck, “Just a little nervous.”

Christopher sang loudly, “It’s gonna be so cool.”

Eddie chuckled with a nod, “It is.”

“Pepa helped me with my speech,” Christopher beamed, happy with his Best Man role.

Eddie moved over, pushing Christopher’s hair out of his eyes, “You excited about that?”

“Yeah!” Christopher nodded, “Chimney is doing his first.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, knowing what that was going to entail, “He is, is he?”

“Then me!” Christopher exclaimed, “Auntie Karen typed it up on cards for me.”

Eddie smiled; this day was a serious family affair, “I can’t wait, buddy.”

Christopher chuckled, “Athena said Bobby will cry first today.”

“I bet,” Eddie sat beside him, breathing slow, leaning his arm against Christopher’s side.

“Dad,” Christopher held up his head, “You’re gonna be Eddie Diaz-Buckley, and Papa is gonna be Buck Diaz-Buckley?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Eddie smiled, he and Buck couldn’t wait for all the pranks they would pull at work with the name changes.

“Can I change mine?” Christopher asked, “To Christopher Diaz-Buckley?”

The pressure shifted off Eddie, for a moment, as he folded an arm around Christopher’s back, “If you want.”

“I do!” Christopher threw up his arms, “I love Buck.”

Eddie smiled, “I do too.”

Christopher leaned his head on his arm, “I love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, buddy,” He bowed down, pressing a kiss in Christopher’s hair.

There was a knock at the door, Eddie’s dad poked his head around, “It’s time, boys.”

Christopher held Eddie’s hand, tight, “We got this, Dad.”

As they piled into the corridor, and Eddie was met by a wall of his family, he let go of a slow breath, he was more than ready.

Meeting Buck at the altar, holding his hands tight, smiling with tears in his eyes, and seeing their son a couple of steps away; he’d never been happier.

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[chrisdiazweek]

it’s time for round two :)

10th May - 16th May

this is a week dedicated to the most iconic diaz and his sass/cuteness/downright awesomeness. whether you like writing, giffing, or just generally waxing lyrical about chris, please join in!

day one: the future is your fave episode

fic writers; chris in the future + "I don't do that anymore!"

gif makers; what's your favourite episode?

day two: the extended family

fic writers; chris and his extended family (eddie's and shannon's) + "Just don't tell your dad."

gif makers; chris has a large family, so show us your favourite scenes!

day three: threads of carla

fic writers; chris and carla + "I'll always be here, Chris."

gif makers; your favourite scenes between chris and carla

day four: buck and his buddy

fic writers; buck & chris + "I've got you."

gif makers; favourite buck and chris moments

day five: father and son

fic writers; eddie & chris + "You're the most important person."

gif makers; your favourite scenes or moments between eddie and chris

day six: the kids of the firefam

fic writers; chris and the firefam kids + "It'll be fine. I think."

gif makers; moments and scenes you love that showcase chris with the other firefam kids

day seven: the choice is yours

fic writers; ANYTHING CHRIS GOES + "I love you."

gif makers; chris and colours, chris and the firefam, chris and his dads, more chris, chris, chris. whatever gifs come to mind :D

don’t forget to tag with chrisdiazweek2021 to get involved. see you then ;)

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[half-bakedboy]

it’s not only children who grow (read on ao3)

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley & Christopher Diaz, Implied Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rated: General Summary: Realistically, Buck knew that Christopher couldn’t be all rainbows, kittens, smiles, and quick-wittedness, but everything had been going so good the last few days and Buck stupidly let himself forget that Christopher was a kid. He was a child with a disability, a dead mom, an injured father, and more traumatic events darkening his past than any kid should have.

Buck kicked himself for forgetting that as strong and brave as Christopher always looked, he shouldn’t have to be.

For @chrisdiazweek​ - day four: buck and his buddy and for @sugarandspace​ who sparked this idea in the first place 💜🥺

Buck glanced over at his phone in a panic. He knew in the back of his mind that he should call Eddie and let him know what was going on. If anyone was an expert on the ins and outs of Christopher, it was the man who had raised him. His dad, who was currently confined to a hospital bed, didn’t need the added stress and on top of it all, Buck was too nervous that Eddie would think he couldn’t handle the situation. Even just one phone call could let Eddie in on the fact that Buck wasn’t ready for the responsibility and have him running for the proverbial hills. Buck could handle it on his own - he could - and he would start by processing exactly what had happened.

One second, he was asking Christopher what he wanted for dessert if he finished his homework, and the next, Christopher was shoving the contents of the coffee table onto the floor and ripping the paper with his crutches as he stormed off. He shouted that he hated that Buck was the one taking care of him and that he just wanted his dad before he slammed his bedroom door so hard, Buck couldn’t help but flinch, unsure if the words or the door had caused the reaction.

Realistically, Buck knew that Christopher couldn’t be all rainbows, kittens, smiles, and quick-wittedness, but everything had been going so good the last few days and Buck stupidly let himself forget that Christopher was a kid. He was a child with a disability, a dead mom, an injured father, and more traumatic events darkening his past than any kid should have. Buck kicked himself for forgetting that as strong and brave as Christopher always looked, he shouldn’t have to be. His dad was in a hospital bed while he did homework and was parented by his self-proclaimed best friend. There was nothing easy about it.

He focused on that as he picked up the torn pieces of paper and sopped up the juice from a discarded cup out of the carpet. He poured another cup - with a cap secured on top of it - in case Christopher was still thirsty and stacked the papers neatly back on the coffee table, hoping that the rips were nothing a little tape and TLC couldn’t fix. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, feeling his own emotion welling up in his chest before he had a chance to push it down.

It surprised him. Being screamed at by Christopher, hearing him shriek in frustration and hate when all Buck was trying to do was give him something to look forward to, was not on his list of things he thought he would ever cry over. He figured it wasn’t just that, though. He was out of his league taking care of Christopher without Eddie around. Buck was the fun one; the guy who bought Christopher gifts and took him out for ice cream and played video games after bedtime as long as Eddie said it was okay. Buck couldn’t help but believe that everyone around him was kidding themselves if they thought he could be trusted enough to not mess the kid up even more than he already—

No, Buck wouldn’t let himself think that way. Eddie had constantly reminded him that Christopher was shielded from so much the day Buck saved him from the tsunami. Buck saved him, but Eddie wasn’t there to remind him or to tell him what to do next. Eddie was sitting in a hospital bed after Buck barely saved him , too.

Eddie’s words resonated through Buck’s head: You can have my back any day. There’s no one I trust with my son more than you. I love him enough to never stop trying. He should have known that even if Eddie wasn’t physically there, he would find a way to help Buck through the moment with just the memories Buck held onto so fondly. Buck reminded himself that Eddie trusted him with the most important thing in his life because Buck loved Christopher just as much as Eddie did.

He sat on the couch, replaying Eddie’s words over and over as he scrubbed his hands across his face, composing himself just enough to glance up when the floorboards creaked beside him. Christopher’s eyes were red and puffy and Buck hated that the sight made him feel marginally better. He hated that Christopher’s sadness meant that his own might have been justified. The boy’s lower lip was trembling, tears still brimming at the corners of his wide, dark eyes, and it took everything in Buck not to reach out to him.

“Dad usually makes me pick up my messes when I get mad,” Christopher said matter-of-factly.

Buck knocked the glass of juice on the floor. He wasn’t sure why he did it, maybe to give Christopher something to clean up later, but then Christopher’s laughter rang out through the small space and Buck didn’t care to figure out his own motives. Christopher threw his arms around Buck’s neck, nuzzling into the skin there with a soft sniff of his stuffy nose. Buck hugged him back tightly, rubbing small circles in between his shoulder blades as Christopher’s laughter turned into heartbreaking sobs.

He gripped at Buck’s shirt as if it was the only thing keeping him upright and Buck didn’t care that Christopher’s nails dug into his skin painfully or that his shirt was probably covered in little kid snot and tears. If Buck could have pulled Christopher inside of his body to shield him from all of the horrible things he had ever been through, he wouldn’t hesitate. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make sure Christopher was happy and secure and that thought alone reminded Buck exactly why he was the one taking care of Christopher when his dad couldn’t.

"I've got you,” Buck reassured, pressing a gentle kiss into Christopher’s hair. “I’ve always got you,” Buck repeated. He could feel Christopher trying to breathe through the shakiness in his chest, and when the sobs turned into hiccups and the tears stopped falling, Buck let himself breathe again.

They both took a deep breath together and Christopher backed off of Buck’s lap, glancing down at the mess he had made. “Can you tell me why you got upset?” Buck asked carefully, hoping it wouldn’t send Christopher into another tantrum or crying session.

Christopher sighed and pouted. “I don’t think I can finish my math homework and you said that I could only have dessert if I finished my homework,” he explained, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s the rule,” Buck said, which was unhelpful considering the glare Christopher shot at him. “Do you think that maybe I could help you and then we can both have dessert?” Buck offered. Christopher shrugged and stared at the papers on the table.

“Dad says you’re bad at math,” Christopher challenged. Buck let out a huff of laughter, holding his hand over his chest in mock offense.

“Well, he has horrible handwriting,” Buck countered to which Christopher nodded, trying to keep a smile off of his lips. “I am bad at grown-up math, but I’m sure I can help you with little kid math, or at least I can try,” Buck began, leaning into Christopher’s eye line for what he had to say next, “because all we can ever ask of people, including each other, is to try, right?” Christopher nodded slowly and glanced around at the mess he had made sadly.

“Are you going to make me clean up?” Christopher asked, pouting up at Buck with the most pleading eyes he had ever seen. He was about to cave when he remembered what Christopher had said when he first came out.

“Would your dad clean up for you?” Buck asked. Christopher shook his head and before Buck could instruct him further, he grabbed a few pieces of paper towel and rested them over the juice, sopping it up with a press of his crutch.

“Dad tells me that we need to think about how our actions make others feel,” he said as he stared down at the ground. Buck was pretty sure the juice was adequately cleaned so he leaned down to pick up and discard the trash.

“He tells me that, too,” Buck joked. He wouldn’t admit that there was truth to it. The number of times Eddie had reminded Buck not to be so reckless or make impulsive decisions because of how it made the team feel was honestly uncountable, but he wasn’t about to bring that up with Christopher considering where his dad was and how he got there.

“Did I make you sad?” Christopher asked, chancing a shy glance up at Buck. Again, he went to disagree, ensure Christopher that wasn’t what happened, but he had never lied to the boy before.

“I’ve been sad because I miss your dad, just like you. When you yelled at me, I wasn’t sure what to do. I knew that your dad would, though, but it reminded me that he wasn’t here,” Buck explained. Christopher nodded and Buck was grateful that he might have understood. Sometimes Buck stupidly forgot what a smart and intuitive kid he was.

“And that made you sadder?” Christopher asked, sitting down next to Buck and reaching for his torn papers. He chewed at his lip, considering them for a moment before he grabbed a notebook and started copying over the information onto a clean sheet. Buck was sure he wouldn’t have thought to do that when he was Christopher’s age.

“It did, but then you came out here and we talked and that made me feel much better,” Buck reassured, wrapping his arm around Christopher’s waist so he could lean back into it.

“My dad says that talking is really important and that just like we have to think about our actions, we have to think about our words, too, because they’re just as important,” Christopher noted as if he had memorized the advice and smiled up at Buck proudly.

“Your dad is a pretty smart guy, huh?” Buck asked, ruffling Christopher’s hair as he stood to refill the glass of juice that had now been doubly discarded.

“He also says that apologies are the most important, so…” Christopher tugged at the hem of Buck’s shirt and Buck crouched down in front of him, resting the glass on the table gently. Christopher rested a hand on Buck’s cheek and furrowed his eyebrows seriously. Buck’s heart skipped a beat at how much that look resembled the one Buck had been on the receiving end of from his father too many times to count. “I’m sorry that I made you sad and that I didn’t try to control my actions,” Christopher said.

Buck let out a wet laugh and pulled Christopher into another hug as he said, “You’re the most special kid I’ve ever met, you know that?”

“But do you forgive me?” Christopher asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as if he already knew the answer.

“Of course I forgive you, Chris. Do you think from now on, we can both remember that we’re a little out of our league here and work together?” Buck asked, holding out a hand for Christopher. He took it with an enthusiastic nod and shook it, giggles escaping his lips. After they had both settled, Christopher staring down at his work and Buck staring up at the ceiling and waiting for questions, Christopher patted his thigh hesitantly.

“Do you think daddy is going to be home soon?” He asked, fear laced in his tone. Buck rested his hand on top of Christopher’s, patting softly.

“Yeah, I do," Buck reassured. Christopher glanced up shyly, pressing his lips together in thought before he spoke again.

“Does that mean you won’t be around all the time again?” Buck thought he heard his heart crack.

“I’ll be around as much as you and your dad want me to be,” he answered honestly.

“So, all the time?” Christopher said easily. Buck chuckled and pressed his lips to Christopher’s head once more.

“You trying to soften me up, kid?” Buck challenged, poking at Christopher’s side playfully.

“You mentioned dessert if I tried...” Christopher trailed off, avoiding eye contact in favor of placing his now finished homework on Buck’s lap.

We can do this, Buck thought to himself as he read the work over, I can do this, for Eddie, and he really, really, believed it, too.

“I wish my daddy was here,” Christopher whispered after a few moments of comfortable silence. Buck nodded and gripped onto him a little tighter. Before he could respond and vehemently agree, Christopher pulled back and rested his forehead against Buck’s. “But I’m glad I get my Buck.”

“Me too, buddy, me too.”

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Christopher Diaz Week 2021

Day 4: Buck & his buddy

You still got me. ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere.

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Christopher Diaz Week 2021

Day 7: Free Day

Christopher’s Dinosaurs Pajamas

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[tarlosbuddie]

Christopher Diaz Week 2021

Day 1: Favorite Episode

Sink or Swim

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[bieddiediaz]

@chrisdiazweek day 5 - eddie & chris

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Christopher Diaz Week 2021

Day 5: Father & Son

Well, if I am it’s because… he deserves it.

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Christopher Diaz Week 2021

Day 2: Extended Family

Abuela

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[diazevan]

this is my family

Nobody can keep secrets from Christopher Diaz.

Christopher Diaz Week, Day 2: Chris and his extended family + “Just don’t tell your dad.”

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Christopher knew when his dad was lying; when he spoke, he would frown, his eyebrows connected in the middle.

Aunt Pepa did the same. So did Abuelo.

Christopher wondered if did it too, but he couldn’t check; not even in the mirror because when he lied to himself, it wasn’t the same as lying to other people.

Christopher couldn’t tell when Buck was telling a lie, his face didn’t screw up or change, his voice didn’t either.

When Buck had once jumped off the couch, chasing Christopher and Denny, telling them that he had X-Ray vision, his face looked the same as always. Even though it wasn’t true, he was only playing pretend.

Then Christopher caught Buck talking to Aunt Pepa in the kitchen, the pair of them grinning wide while keeping their voices super quiet. When Christopher walked inside, they stopped and started talking about work.

Christopher knew they had a secret.

Before Christopher’s dad or Buck could leave for work, Christopher grabbed Buck’s arm, “Do you have a secret?”

Buck hummed as he pressed his hands together, “No, I don’t think so.”

Christopher hummed, not sure if that was true or not, “Okay.”

Buck ruffled his hair, “See you later, Superman.”

“Bye!”

Christopher’s dad slid across the floor, onto his knees, pulling Christopher into his arms, “Have fun with Tía.” He leaned back, pushing his hand back through Christopher’s hand, “We’ll see you tomorrow night.”

Christopher grinned, “See you, Dad.”

“Yesss…” Buck was scrolling on his phone, “Bobby’s making waffles for breakfast.”

“Let’s get to them before Chim does,” Eddie laughed, he grabbed Buck’s hand as he swung the front door open, “Bye!”

Christopher ran over to the window to watch them as their car pulled off the driveway onto the street.

Pepa spoke up, “Do you want to watch a movie, mi amor?”

Christopher turned, “Can we watch Lilo and Stitch?”  

She smiled, “Of course.”

He made his way into the lounge, jumping onto the couch, grabbing his feet as he crossed his legs; Pepa turned on the television, scrolling through to Disney Plus.

She clicked on the movie before didn’t press start, “Should I get us some popcorn?”

“Yes!” Christopher threw up his arms in the air, “Please.” He got up onto his feet, “I’m gonna put on my PJs.”

“Good plan,” She smiled as she danced into the kitchen. Christopher raised his eyebrows; Pepa seemed happy, but more than normal.

After getting changed into his Spider-Man pyjamas, he jumped back on the couch, grabbing one of the blankets to lay across his lap.

Pepa bought over the bowl of popcorn, placing it on the table when she sat next to him, “You ready to watch?” She asked, still smiling.

Christopher shook his head.

She tilted her head, “Why not?”

Christopher held up his hands, “Do you know a secret?”

“No.” Pepa frowned, her eyebrows together, but she didn’t stop smiling, “I don’t.”

He knew it, “Yes you do.”

“Amor—”

Christopher put things together like a jigsaw, “Is it about Buck?”

She didn’t stop frowning, “No.”

“You were talking about it—” Christopher pointed, “In the kitchen.”

Pepa folded her arms over her chest, shaking her head, “I can’t tell you.”

Christopher jumped, “Please, please, please!”

“Christopher….”

“I won’t tell no one!”

“I’m sorry, mi amor, I can’t tell you,” She sighed, “Buck is gonna ask you tomorrow.”

Christopher leaned his back against the couch, as he thought. Ask? She didn’t say ‘tell,’ she said ‘ask’ and that was weird. What would Buck need to ask him? It was something happy, Christopher knew that; something good, not bad.

Since they started dating, Christopher’s dad and Buck asked him if he was all right with everything. If he was okay that they were boyfriends, all right with Buck moving into their house, and the answer to every single question was a big ‘YES!’

A cartoon lightbulb popped into Christopher’s head, “Does—” He stretched his arms, “Does Buck wanna marry Dad?”

Pepa squeaked, placing her chin under her chin, not saying a word.

“Is that the secret?”

“Hmmm…” She shook her head, nudging his side, “You’re too clever.” She squeezed his arm, “Just don’t tell your dad.”

Christopher rocked forward, excited, “I won’t.” He raised his pinkie finger like he saw Buck and Maddie do all the time, “Promise.”

Pepa linked her pinkie around his, “Gracias.”

***

Christopher couldn’t stop thinking about the secret; he didn’t ask Pepa any questions because he knew she wasn’t meant to say anything.

Buck would be his dad’s husband and that would mean he would be Christopher’s second dad; he already was, but this would mean that everybody else would know too. He could become Christopher Diaz Buckley or Christopher Buckley Diaz.

That would be so cool.

Christopher couldn’t wait and he already knew that his dad would say ‘yes.’

He was laying in bed, waiting for them to get home from their shift.

He’d spent a whole day, dreaming about a wedding, it would be so fun, and he couldn’t wait.

When he heard their voices outside, he jumped up in bed, wearing his widest smile.

“Hey, buddy,” His dad headed inside, closing the door behind him, “How are you?” He skipped over, taking Christopher’s hands.

“Good.”

“You have a nice time?” Eddie asked, running a hand through Christopher’s hair, “And did you do your homework?”

“Yes and yes!”

“Well done.” He got up, sitting at the end of the bed, with his legs crossed, “I need to ask you a question.”

Christopher whispered, copying his dad’s quiet voice, “What question?”

His dad smiled, wide, “Would you be okay if Buck and I got married?”

Christopher didn’t smile. Instead, he hummed, confused; he thought maybe Buck has already asked but that wouldn’t make any sense, because his dad was whispering.

“Buddy?” Eddie turned serious, “Is that not something—”

“Did he ask you?”

“No.” Eddie was telling the truth, “But I wanna ask him.”

Christopher shouted accidentally, “You can’t!”

His dad looked sad, “Okay…”

“You can’t ask him—”

“Bud, if you’re not ready for us—”

Christopher tapped his dad’s arm, “No, you can’t because he’s going to ask you.”

His dad stared at him, his mouth falling open, “Did—”

“Buck told Pepa, and I worked it out by myself,” He told him, “It was meant to be a secret.”

“Oh.” Eddie sighed, shocked, “Wow.”

“Sorry.”

His dad laughed, hand pressed against his belly, “Oh, don’t be sorry, amor.” He pressed a kiss on his forehead, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

There was a knock at the door.

Eddie called, “Come in.”

“What’s going on in here, then?” Buck asked, swinging the door open, “A secret meeting that I wasn’t invited to?”

“I told him that you wanna marry him!” Christopher couldn’t hold it inside, “On accident.”

He could hear Pepa yelp from the kitchen.

Buck turned his head towards his boyfriend, “Oh.”

“Is that—” Eddie squeaked, “Is that true?”

“Ummmm…” Buck pressed his hands together, “No.”

“Yeah, you do!” Christopher raised his arms over his head with a laugh; so that was it, Buck played with his hands when he lied.

Buck scratched his head, “I had a plan—”

“So did I,” Eddie said back.

“I like this better.”

“Same…” Eddie hummed as he reached for Buck’s arm, pulling him into a kiss.

Christopher chuckled before sticking out his tongue and saying, “Eww...”

“Ew?” His dad turned his head, “Did you say ew?” He jumped onto the bed, tickling Christopher, with a laugh.

Buck jumped onto the end of the bed, joining them, ending up, squished together in a group hug.

Pepa stepped inside, smiling, “I'm guessing congratulations are in order?”

Eddie spoke, happier than ever, "Yeah, they are.”

Pepa opened her arms, and Buck was the first on his feet, welcoming the hug; Eddie scooped Christopher up before joining the hug. Christopher leaned his head on top of Buck’s as he smiled.

Nobody could keep secrets from Christopher Diaz.

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[diazevan]

we stick together (and see it through)

After a bad call, Buck shuts down, but luckily, Christopher is there to pick him back up.

Christopher Diaz Week, Day 4: Buck & Chris + “I’ve got you.”

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TW: OG Character Death (Implied Drowning; child) & Panic Attack (Buck)

Bobby had rules.

Like the ‘Q’ word, Bobby was planning to ban the term ‘simple call’ because more often than not, when those words were uttered, the call seemed to take a nasty turn.

They were called to a house where a teenager collapsed in her bedroom.

While her mother was distracted, knelt on the carpet as the team were handling her daughter, she suddenly realized that her young son was unaccounted for.

The boy was only five, and among the chaos, he’d ventured outside, falling into the outdoor swimming pool, hitting his head.

Buck, who'd headed downstairs to grab the backboard, was the first to find him; he sprinted across the grass and leaped into the pool, locking an arm around the child’s front as he screamed for help.

It was too late.

Trying to hide the tears filling her eyes, Hen called it.

With a gut-wrenching scream, the mother collapsed to her knees, comforted by a shaken Eddie, who knelt in front of her, uncertain of what he could but say, he didn’t flinch when her face collapsed against his shoulder. Tears filled his eyes, thoughts obviously locked onto Christopher as he pressed a hand to the woman’s back.

When Buck stood, he wavered on unstable legs, held up by Bobby’s firm grip on his shoulder.

It wasn’t anybody’s fault.

Although Bobby could count seven people who would blame themselves. Including himself.

Buck slipped away before Bobby could say anything to help Chimney who’d remained upstairs to care for the daughter.

***

Parking the truck, Bobby was the first to notice that they had visitors.

An excited Christopher was hanging beside the main entranceway with Carla.

Buck muttered to Eddie, his voice hoarse, “Go and get him.”

“See you out there,” Eddie pressed a kiss against Buck’s temple before spinning to unbuckle himself.

With morbid curiosity, Bobby watched as Eddie shook off what he’d witnessed, plastered on a grin, wiped his eyes, and hopped out of the engine.

“Christopher!” Eddie sang, holding out his arms, kneeling to pull his son into a needed hug; Bobby knew that he’d seen Christopher in that little boy, which is probably why Eddie didn’t let go, lifting Christopher clean off his feet.

Another station has transported the daughter on Bobby’s order, his team needed time to breathe.

He was going to play counselor soon enough; Hen, Chimney, and Eddie insisting that they should have noticed that another child lived in that house, or Buck believing that he should have run faster.

When the truth was simple, a scared mother was spread too thin, and it led to the most unfortunate of accidents.

That boy died; long before Buck even reached the backyard.

Bobby unbuckled himself, gazing up into the mirror.

Chimney raised his hand, patting Buck’s shoulder, his brow furrowed in concern as he reached for the door, jumping out.

Running her hands over her face, Hen made her way out of the engine as she scrunched her nose with a defined sniff.

When Buck’s eyes found Christopher, he titled his head to his shoulder, hiding a muffled cry behind his closed hand.

Bobby’s heart jumped into his throat, he went to speak but realized he wasn’t sure what he could say.

Buck scrambled to undo his belt before sliding to the opposite side of the engine, jumping out and taking long unconfident strides towards the locker room, actively avoiding Christopher.

Bobby leaned his hands against the dashboard, cursing himself inwardly.

Swimming pool. Tsunami.

The boy. Christopher.

“Oh—” Bobby couldn’t believe it taken him that long to put two and two together, “Crap.” He jumped out, closed the door, and sprinted towards the locker room, “Buck!”

Buck was sitting on the floor, back pressed up against the lockers, and arms wrapped firmly around his locked knees.

Bobby slowed his breathing, gripping the doorframe a little too hard, “Hey, kid.” He said, using the softest tone that he could muster.

Buck’s eyes widened startled, and the gaps between each breath grew shorter, the action itself more labored.

Buck hadn’t dried off since diving into the pool, his forever growing hair was wet-through, dripping onto his pale face. On the scene, Hen had wrapped a foil blanket around him, but he must have brushed it off while they were driving back.

“Okay.” Bobby got onto his knees, in front of Buck, giving him enough space to escape if he needed to, “I need you to look at me, kid.”

Buck locked eyes with him as he panted through a strangled breath.

“Copy my breathing, all right?”

Buck shook his head, frantic in motion, only exalting his panic, “Bobby—”

“Buck.” Bobby remained gentle but spoke strictly, “I’m gonna need you to listen to me.”

“Can’t—”

“I know you don’t usually want to,” Bobby mused, “But I’m gonna need to you, this time around.” He held up his hands, raising them as he took a deep breath in, “Just like me, okay?”

It doesn’t take long for Buck to fall into rhythm with Bobby, but as the panic attack slowed, the delayed reaction to the cold kicked in, Buck’s teeth chattered as he spread his fingers across his knees.

It didn’t help that the station had the air conditioning at full belt to beat the California heat.

Bobby pulled off his turnout coat, “Come here, kid,” He beckoned softly, with careful hands he pulled against Buck’s shoulders, coaxing him forward, making room for Bobby to wrap the turncoat around him, “That better?”

Buck nodded, darting his eyes around, “Yeah.”

Bobby combed his hand through Buck’s hair, allowing formalities to slip away as he gave his pseudo-son the hug he needed.

Christopher’s worried tone filled the room, “Buck?”

Bobby moved, perching on the edge of the bench as he spun his head.

Christopher hung in the door with a concerned Eddie lingering behind, their eyes locked onto Buck.

Christopher didn’t waver as he tossed his crutches aside and moved around the bench, throwing himself into Buck’s arms, tangling his legs across his lap as he muttered, “I’ve got you.”

Buck froze, not moving as he scanned Christopher with his teary blue eyes. Studying him like he would disappear if he dared blink.

Christopher noticed this, reaching up to grab Buck’s cheek with his small hand as he instructed, “Don’t be sad, Buck.”

Buck’s lower lip trembled as he cried out a lie, “I’m not sad.”

“Yeah, you are,” Christopher told him with a frown, “But that’s okay!” He ducked his head, laying it against Buck’s shoulder, curling himself around him.

Buck crumbled, his forehead falling against Christopher’s side as he released a sob, “Sorry.”

Christopher breathed, looping his arm behind Buck’s neck, “You’re gonna be okay, kid.”

Buck gazed up at him, “You promise?”

Christopher nodded, “I promise.”

Buck melted, folding his arms behind Christopher’s back, closing his eyes as he held him. Relishing in his safety, knowing that he was alive and that he was okay; at least, one kid he fought hard to save, was safe, well within his reach.

“Proud of you,” Christopher muttered, earning a slight sad chuckle from Buck.

Christopher was, hands down, one of the cleverest people that Bobby had ever met, he learned from his surroundings, and the world was better off with him doing so.

Bobby blinked away tears, his eyes finding Eddie, who was leaning against the doorframe, tears running down his cheeks as he crossed his arms. He wanted nothing more than to gather his son and husband into his arms, but this was once of those times where he couldn’t.

Nobody would ever understand what Buck and Christopher went through during the tsunami, that was an experience the pair went through together, which meant at times, such as these, they relied on one another for support.

Christopher probably didn’t even realize that the help that he was providing, but Buck relaxed, the tension rolling off his shoulders as he melted into his stepson’s embrace, the grief of the day dissipating, even if it didn’t last, it would have been worth it.

Remembering the loneliness behind Buck’s eyes when Bobby first met him, and now seeing the family that surrounded him, Bobby couldn’t help but smile.

Even following a bad call, Bobby was proud that Buck was no longer finding comfort in self-destructive activities but with a support network that would never let him fall.

Christopher Diaz-Buckley would always be around to catch Evan Diaz-Buckley.

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[diazevan]

I won't sleep 'til you're safe inside

Christopher refuses to sleep until he knows Eddie (and Buck) are safe.  

Christopher Diaz Week, Day 1: Chris in the Future + "I don't do that anymore!"

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2019

Christopher wouldn’t sleep.

He kept his eyes open, looking at the ceiling as he wiggled his toes under the covers.

He wouldn’t close his eyes and head for his dreams until he heard his dad come home from work.

Pepa read him a bedtime story, tucked him in, kissed his forehead, and then left; Christopher squeezed his eyes shut, playing pretend. He knew he’d get told off if she knew he was awake, he had school in the morning and he would probably spend the day yawning, but he didn’t care.

He had to make sure that his dad was safe; he fought fires and saved people who were in trouble, but sometimes he got scratches or bruises.

Christopher didn’t like that. He hated it.

He knew that it was dangerous, but it was better than the army. Back then, his dad would be gone for months and they could only talk on camera. Now, his dad would come home almost every day which was fun. Still, Christopher wished that he didn’t get hurt.

His dad wasn’t the only one that he worried about. Buck was a firefighter, and Christopher’s best friend – not his dad’s best friend, people kept saying that, but Christopher was Buck’s number one best friend, and his dad was Buck’s second.

Buck had been hurt the worst when he got crushed under a firetruck; Christopher hugged him extra tight after that, and he was scared that his dad could get hurt like that.

When the tsunami happened, Christopher knew that Buck was a real-life superhero. Like Christopher’s dad was.

Christopher hugged his Curious George plushie under his arm as he darted his eyes around the bedroom; it was dark, but there was light in the corridor that came through under his closed door.

He snapped his eyes shut when he heard the front door open, “Tía.” Eddie sang, with a tired voice, “Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem, Eddie,” She said, “You know it isn’t.”

“How was he?”

“An angel, like always,” She replied, “What happened to your face?”

“It’s soot,” He told her, “Buck and I—it’s a long story.”

“Everything good?”

“Buck’s broke his nose,” Eddie sighed, “But not on the call.”

“Oh, that boy.”

“He’s Buck.”

“Well, you send him my best,” She told him, “I’ll see you on Friday.”

“Bye.”

The front door closed as Pepa left.

Christopher pulled the covers up, turning his face away from his bedroom door as his dad pushed it open.

“Christopher…” Eddie whispered, “Hey, buddy, I know you’re awake.”

Christopher spun his head, opening his eyes, “How?”

“Because I’m your dad,” He skipped over, kneeling by the side of the bed,  “And I know you too well.” He held up his finger, bopping his nose, “You should be asleep.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Okay,” Eddie sang with a laugh, “Were you waiting for me to get home?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

“You do that a lot, don’t you?” He asked, combing his hand back through Christopher’s hair.

“I do, but sometimes—” He paused, “Sometimes I fall asleep.”

His dad grinned, wide, “That’s okay.” He stepped up kissing his forehead, “I’m home, buddy, you can go to sleep.”

“Is Buck okay?”

“Yeah,” Eddie snorted, “He’s fine, just an idiot.”

“How’d he break his nose?”

“He slipped…” He told him, “In the shower.”

Christopher couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

“Buck is very good at his job,” Eddie explained, “But everything else, he has two left feet.”

Christopher teased loudly, “Like when you cook!”

His dad dropped his mouth open, “Hey!” He shook his head, “Get some sleep, Superman.”

“Night, Dad.”

“Night, Buddy.”

2026

Christopher was sitting at the dining table going through pamphlets about college. They were held together in a folder labelled in red ink; Christopher Diaz-Buckley.

He yawned as he leaned his head back; since entering his sophomore year, he was super tired, all the time.

Whenever he woke from a nap or starting falling asleep in front of the television, he was teased by his dad and Buck; Auntie Hen was right, since Christopher’s dad and Buck started dating, they were more annoying.

They’d been dating for six years, married for three; Christopher was happy, and he loved Buck, but sometimes they were the world’s most embarrassing parents.

“What are we looking at, hey?” Carla asked, reaching for a pamphlet, “San Antonio?”

“I spoke to them today—” He paused to look up at her, “And Orange Coast.”

Carla perched on the seat beside him, “Any favourites?”

He shook his head, “Nope.”

“That’s okay, honey,” She smiled, “You don’t have to choose yet, you’ve got over a year before you do.”

“I know.”

“You still wanna be a teaching assistant?”

“Yeah. I love school, and I wanna help kids like me.” He relaxed in his seat, “Teachers are like first responders, they are heroes too, right?”

“They are.”

Christopher yawned again.

Carla asked, “You think it’s time to call it a night?”

He answered immediately, “No.”

Carla gazed at her phone, “It’s half eleven.”

“I don’t have to go to bed until midnight.”

“Are you waiting for them to get home?” She asked softly, as she crossed her arms, “So, you know they’re safe?”

Christopher stood up, “I don’t do that anymore!” He defended as he headed into the lounge to sit on the couch.

Carla hummed a laugh, “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Christopher did wait.

He was scared that one day he’d wait and one of them wouldn’t come home or worse, neither of them.

He couldn’t lose his dad, he needed him; Buck had gone from being his best friend to his second dad, and that made sleeping even harder.

Christopher rested his legs on the coffee table, sighing heavily as he laid hands across his lap; he reached for the remote, turning on the television, letting it play reruns of Family Guy while he cast his eyes to the window.

His parents did get hurt; scrapes, bruises, and broken bones, but for six years, nothing too bad had happened. Only a couple of nights spent at the hospital.

Still, Christopher liked to know they were safe, even if that meant he pretended to be asleep, every once in a while.

Carla parked herself beside him, “You okay, honey?”

Christopher lifted his head, “Can I live at home when I go to college?”

“Yes, of course, you can,” She said, “As long as it isn’t too far away.”

“Cool.”

“Why do you ask?”

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, “Gotta make sure Dad and Pa are okay.”  

Carla lowered her head as she laughed, reaching up her hand to run it through his hair, “I know you do.”

“Maybe we could get them to retire!”

“Cheeky.” She nudged his arm, “Your dad is thirty-eight and Buck is only thirty-four!”

“Super old.”

She dropped her jaw, “I’m older than them!”

Christopher added, “But you don’t look it!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” She smiled, “You know that Buck wants to be Captain one day when Bobby retires—”

Christopher sighed a long breath, “I know.”

“You think he’ll make a good Captain?”

“Yeah. The best.”

She asked, “Then what’s with the long face?”

He muttered, “Want them to be safe.”

“I know you do.” Carla nodded along, “But they look after one another, out there, you know that.”

“They do.”

“And they do everything they can to come home to you,” She soothed her tone, “Who wouldn’t?”

“Thank you, Carla.”

“No problem, baby.” She got up onto her feet, “I’ve just gotta phone home.”

“Okay.”

She moved away towards the kitchen.

Christopher stared at the television, fidgeting the buttons on his pyjamas.

When he heard the key in the door, and the familiar voices of his parents outside, he jumped to his feet, running directly to the door.

Buck was the first to step through, and before he could even make it through the door, Christopher locked himself around him, “Hey, Superman!”

“Hey, Pa.”

Christopher’s dad stepped inside as he joked, “Oh, here we go, with the obvious favouritism.”

“I’m the best hugger in this family,” Buck shrugged, “And since Chris is almost taller than you now—”

“No.” Eddie said sternly, “He isn’t.”

“I am!” Christopher moved, hugging his dad, side-on, “Hi.”

“Hey, kiddo.” His dad, tapped his back, “Were you waiting for us?”

Christopher nodded, “Yeah.”

He didn’t need to hide it, they understood, and with them, safe inside, Christopher could sleep easy.

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our mistakes (they were bound to be made)

Christopher and Denny have to work together after Buck is knocked unconscious, while they're playing a game of hide and go seek.

Christopher Diaz Week, Day 6: Chris and the Firefam Kids + “It’ll be fine. I think.”

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Denny’s house was a maze, so meant it was the best place for hide and go seek.

Christopher was knelt behind the couch, covering his eyes with his hands, counting to twenty while Denny and Buck went to hide.

He bounced onto his feet, throwing his hands up into the air, “I’m coming!”

“Wait!” Buck’s squeaked, darting past, “I wasn’t ready!”

Christopher turned his head, rolling his eyes, “Buck!” He shook his head, “You’re out!”

Buck ignored the rules, running towards the dinner table.

Christopher opened his eyes wide, when he noticed that Denny’s electronic toy police car was in the middle of the floor and Buck was about to stand on it, “Buck, look out—”

Buck’s left foot trampled the car and the wheels slipped under it, which sent Buck falling backward, arms flying out as he yelled, he hit the floor with a loud crash.

“Buck!” Christopher shouted, he ran over, making his voice louder, “Buck!”

Buck’s eyes were closed. That was bad. He must have hit his head pretty hard.

It wasn’t like when Buck fainted in the garden at his party. That time, the adults were there to help, but now, there was no Dad, or Auntie Hen, or Uncle Chimney to save the day.

Buck only had Christopher and Denny, he was spending the whole day with them, while Christopher’s Dad and Hen worked extra shifts at the firehouse.

Christopher got onto his knees, poking Buck’s shoulder, “Buck?” He was scared, like when he couldn’t find Buck after he fell off the firetruck during the tsunami, and he thought he would lose him, like he lost his mom, “Buck?!” He grabbed his arm, shaking it, “You gotta wake up!”

Paisley skipped over, barking as she went, she stopped, nudging her face against Buck’s arm. When he didn’t move, she barked louder.

Christopher shouted as loud as he could, “Denny!” He kept rocking Buck’s arm, “Denny, we’re not playing anymore!”

There was noise upstairs as a door was opened, “What?” Denny called, “Why?”

“Buck fell over!”

Denny appeared, standing at the top of the stairs, “Oh—” He ran down quickly, eyes open super wide.

“He’s hurt.” Christopher scrunched his nose, he pointed, “He tripped on the police car.”

Tears were in Denny’s eyes and his chin was wobbling, “I left it out, I didn’t—”

Christopher remembered something his dad said once when he stubbed his toe on Christopher’s toy box, “It was an accident.” He told him, “It won’t happen again.”

“Okay—" Denny wiped his arm over his eyes, “We need to get help.” He stepped closer, “He’s not up, and that’s not good—that could be, um, a concussion, I think, that’s what Mom says it’s called.”

Christopher had heard the word before but wasn’t sure what it meant, “We should phone 911.”

“Umm…” Denny nodded, “Buck put his cell phone on charge, I’ll get that—” He ran into the kitchen, and then returned with Buck’s cell, “I’ve never done it before.”

“I have.” Christopher held up his hand, taking the phone, “When my Abuela fell over.”

Paisley licked Buck’s face, “Paisley…” Denny knelt by her, stroking her fur, “Don’t do that.” Paisley listened, laying her chin on Buck’s arm, almost like she was a guard dog.

Christopher pressed the emergency button on Buck’s phone, dialing 911, he placed the cell near his ear and waited for somebody to pick it up.

Denny reached out, squeezing Buck’s hand.

Something warm spread over Christopher’s chest when May answered the call with, “911, what’s your emergency?”

“May?”

“Christopher?” She sounded worried, “What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

“No,” He hiccupped, “I’m at Denny’s house, Buck is taking care of us, but he won’t wake up.”

“Who won’t wake up?” She asked, “Denny or Buck?”

“Buck.” He sniffled his nose, “He tripped over a toy car and hit his head.”

“Okay…” He could hear her typing, “Is anybody else there? Is Harry with you?”

“No, it’s just us,” Christopher shook his head, “Harry is coming over later.”  

“Okay.”

Denny squeaked, getting up on his knees, “Chris—”

Christopher lifted his head, clutching onto the phone, that’s when he saw what Denny could.

Buck was opening his eyes.

“He’s awake!” Christopher pushed his arm, “Buck, you okay?”

Buck’s blinked slowly, gasping out in pain, “Uh—Chris?” His voice sounded funny, “Den—”

Denny put his hand on Buck’s shoulder, “Mom said you shouldn’t move when you hurt yourself really bad,” He told him, “You could make it worse.”

Buck’s face crumpled up, “Okay.”

“Chris.” May called through, “You still there?”

“He woke up, but he sounds weird,” Christopher blinked tears out of his eyes, “I think he’s hurt bad.”

“He’ll be okay, Chris, and I’ll stay on the phone until help arrives,” She told him, “Your dad and Auntie Hen are already on their way with the team.”

Christopher could hear his heart in his ears, “Dad’s coming?”

“Yeah.”

Denny held up his head, “Is my mom gonna come?”

Christopher nodded.

Tears ran down Denny’s cheeks, “My moms are gonna be so mad at me!”

“Chris—” May spoke, “What’s happening?”

“Denny’s scared—” Christopher got up onto his feet, “But it’s okay, he’s got me.” He sat by Denny, wrapping an arm around his back, “It’ll be fine.” He whispered to his friend, hugging him, “I think.”

Denny’s shoulders moved, up and down, “I didn’t mean to hurt Buck.”

“It was an accident,” Christopher reminded him, “Your moms will know that, and we won’t ever leave toys out again.”

Denny nodded, “We won’t.”

“The team is one minute away, Chris,” May told him, “Do you think one of you can open the door?”

“Denny—” Christopher hiccupped, “Can you open the door?”

“Yep!” Denny got up onto his feet, Paisley followed, barking as she went, “Paisley—” Denny picked her up into his arms, and then opened the door, “You can’t go out there.”

The sirens of the truck and ambulance come from outside.

Denny jumped, running back over, “They’re here!”

“Who—” This time, Buck’s eyes were open properly, “Christopher?” He lifted his head a little, “Ow.”

“You fell over,” Christopher squeezed his hand, “But it’s okay.”

May asked, “Are the team there yet?”

Buck’s eyes found the phone.

“They’re coming in,” Christopher told May, “And Buck’s awake.”

“Good.” May sounded relieved, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Bye, May!”

***

Hen sped over to close the back doors to the ambulance as Chimney jumped into the passenger’s seat at the front. It had been a day of medical and nonsense calls, Hen thought that maybe somebody had jinxed them, but she didn’t say anything to her partner, Chimney had a history of overreacting.

She watched as Eddie pulled open the engine door, he looked bored out of his mind, but that was what happened whenever they worked a shift without Buck; Eddie looked as enthusiastic as a sad puppy.

“Wait—” Bobby held up his arm, clenching his fist to halt what they were doing.

Hen stopped, while Chimney poked out his head, and Eddie froze, one foot through the door, “What is it?” He asked, noticing the same fear in the captain’s eyes that Hen did.

“I spoke with dispatch,” Bobby kept his voice calm, “It was May, and um, the call was from Christopher.”

Eddie’s eyes were saucers, as he stammered, “I don’t—”

Protocol flew out of Hen’s head, “Is Denny okay?” She asked panicked, “Is—”

Bobby cut her off, “It’s Buck.” Panic had gripped him tight, but Hen could understand that Buck was his kid, at the end of the day, “He was knocked unconscious and according to the boys, he’s speaking gibberish.”

“Okay—” Hen calmed her breathing, “We better go, he could have a concussion.” She cast her eyes on Eddie as she headed to the front of the ambulance, he sent a nod her way as he clambered into the engine with shaking hands.

Hen trusted Buck with her Denny, with her house and dog, as much as everybody else, so whatever this was, it wouldn’t change that, because accidents did happen, but it didn’t stop panic from settling on her chest, trying to work out what could have happened.

It was meant to her mom who took care of the kids, but she’d gone to rekindle a friendship with an old friend, Buck jumped at the chance to help.

“I’ll drive—” Chimney climbed over the controls, taking the driver’s seat as Hen climbed into the passenger seat, “You okay?”

Hen nodded as he drove out of the station, “Just thinking.”

“It’s Buck,” Chimney reassured her, “He’ll be fine.”

Hen started second-guessing herself, wondering if either she or Karen left any shoes hanging around on the floor, that could have sent Buck flying. Maybe it was that damn carpet in the living room that they all kept tripping over, Buck could have caught that at the wrong angle and hit his head off the coffee table.

She clenched her fists, fear shooting up her spine. She could only imagine how Denny and Christopher were feeling, they were young, probably terrified, but confident enough to make a 911 call, that pride from that spread across her chest like wildfire.

She wished that she was in the engine with Eddie; to reassure him, tell him that everything was going to be okay, as much as they all loved Buck, Eddie was his boyfriend, they worked together brilliantly, but whenever one was hurt, the other was stuck in overdrive.

He had Buck and Christopher to worry about, fret over what could have done wrong if the boys would be able to move on from what happened.

Pulling up onto her own road, parking outside her house, was the strangest sensation and Hen felt unwelcomed by her neighborhood.

“We’ve got this, Hen,” Chimney opened the door, hopping out, as Hen spun, opening hers with a trembling hand, jumping onto the sidewalk below, which felt soft like carpet, under her feet.

Eddie moved over, slowly, without the confidence he usually had.

“Hey.” Hen caught his wrist, squeezing his hand, “It’ll be okay.”

The front door was open.

Bobby cleared his throat, holding up a bravado as he headed up the porch stairs, “Boys?”

Making it inside, reality didn’t crash around Hen, until Denny sprung up, wrapping himself around her with a loud exclaim, “Mom!”

“Hey….” She released Eddie’s hand, wrapping an arm around her son, “We’re here now, baby.”

Chimney’s voice was soft, “Hey Buckaroo.”

Hen lifted her head, eyes wide.

Buck was sitting, laid heavy against the wall, with Christopher, knelt beside him, holding his hand.  

“I told him not to move,” Denny said, “But he said he could.”

“Buck should know better,” Chimney shined the torch in Buck’s eyes, “Right?”

“I just hit my head,” Buck slurred, “Not too bad.”

“Sure…” Chimney teased, reaching behind the check for a lump, “Well, at least it’s not bleeding.”

Eddie didn’t say a word as he stepped over, crouching in front of them, “Hey.” He managed to say, smiling at them, “How we doing?”

Buck sighed softly, “We’re great.”

Christopher blurted, “I called 911!”

“Great job, buddy,” Eddie praised, ruffling Christopher’s hair with the palm of his hand.

Bobby bent down, eyes scanning Buck for further injury.

“Oh, hey Cap,” Buck smiled, “Sorry.”

“Accidents happen, Buck,” Bobby reassured him, “Just a shame it’s you.”

Hen chuckled, “Again.”

“So, what happened?” Chimney asked, checking Buck’s pulse, “Do you know how long you were out?”

“Umm, not long,” Buck scrunched his nose, “A few minutes, maybe.”

“You’re gonna need—”

“To go to the hospital,” Buck sighed heavily, “I know.”

“Athena is right,” Bobby crossed his arms, “We do need to wrap you in bubble wrap.”

“Ha.” Buck chuckled, “Maybe.”

Denny clamped his hand around Hen’s, not saying a word, “Hey, sweetheart.” She sang, “You’re being uncharacteristically quiet.”

“Denny’s scared.” Christopher spoke up, “That you’ll be mad.”

“Umm…” Hen was caught off guard, “Mad?”

“You can’t be mad,” Christopher told her, “It was an accident.”

The clogs in Hen’s brain were working overtime, trying to figure out what was happening.

“I tripped over the toy police car,” Buck explained, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Oh…” Hen understood, “That’s—”

“I’m sorry, Mom!” Denny exclaimed, “I won’t do it again.”

Hen didn’t have the confidence or time to be angry, “It won’t.” She used her calmest “mom” tone, gripping onto her son’s hand, “Buck’s gonna be okay.”

Christopher got up onto his feet, moving over, “Told you it’d be fine.” Denny moved forward, enveloping his friend in a hug.

Michael’s voice filled the room, “What the hell happened here?”

Hen turned on her heel, to find a concern Michael and confused Harry, hovering by the front door.

Bobby clapped his hands together, “Buck here, took a quite the tumble,” He pressed his hand to Buck’s shoulder, “But the boys saved the day.”

“Of course, they did,” Michael crossed his arms, “You doing okay, Buck?”

Buck waved his hand out, “Oh, I’m fine.”

Everybody rolled their eyes.

“Sorry, boys,” Buck said, darting his eyes from Christopher, to Denny, and Harry, “I was gonna take you to the carnival.”

“That’s fine, we can go another time,” Harry stepped inside, “We won’t go without you.”

Michael smiled fondly, eyes on his son.

“Well,” Hen pressed her hands on Denny and Christopher’s heads, “I think these two deserve a pizza.”

“I was going to meet David for lunch,” Michael said, “But I’m sure we’d be happy to welcome some guests.”

Eddie tilted his head, “You sure?”

Hen stuttered, “Yeah, we could—”

“Of course,” Michael held up his hands, “These two are the heroes of the hour.”

“That’s so cool!” Harry skipped over, hugging Denny’s other side, wrapping an arm back, holding onto Christopher’s shoulder, whispering, “You’re awesome.”

“Now,” A mischievous grin grew across Michael’s face, “Has anybody called Athena?”

Buck groaned, resting his head against Bobby’s shoulder as he squeezed his eyes closed.

“Oh,” Hen clapped, “Mama bear is going to come out.”

Bobby hummed, “I wonder if May’s called her.”

Buck blinked slowly, “May?”

“She took the 911 call.”

“Oh,” Hen laughed, “Small world.” She smiled, looking over to Eddie, who was fuzzing over Buck while simultaneously keeping an eye on Christopher.

Watching Denny, Harry, and Christopher, rock side-to-side, in their hug, the panic pushing against Hen’s chest, fell away.

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