boy, imma eat your lunch

tear

i, no word of a lie, couldn’t find tear anywhere. then i tried cry (no joy!), and then i tried break — we have a winner!

"What happened?" Maddie teased, sitting down on the edge of his bed. "Did Tommy make you watch a basketball game?"

"I wish," Buck grumbled, peeking out again. "Tommy picked up an extra shift so when Connor asked if I wanted to go out…"

"Ah," Maddie said, swallowing a laugh. Buck saw her shoulders shaking anyway. "I'll get the coffee started. And then you can look at the apartment I found."

"This is LA and you only found one apartment?" Buck asked, pushing himself up on his elbows. That put him on an angle to catch the sun coming through the break in the curtains right in his eye, and he winced.

"Oh, there are hundreds." Maddie waved a hand. "But this one has all of our preferred and optional requirements."

so i found condescend nowhere (but now i’ll have to use it somewhere!) so we are going with ‘mark’ instead - thanks for coming up with a word to sub in, alli!

“Maybe we should get Tim in here to look at it," Nancy suggested, grinning wickedly at him. "The last call was rough, but there's no reason that you should have taken this many hits from anything in there. Bruising easy could be a sign of a lot of bad things, you know. Maybe we should get you checked out—"

"Okay," Buck interrupted, shaking his head at her. "You and I both know that these are not from a call."

"So who's the vampire?" Nancy asked, leaning against the doorframe and blocking Buck in. "And are you going to see them again?"

"No one you know, and no," Buck conceded.

(Also I'm still giggling at the memories thing spitting the load bearing AU tag at me)

i’m thanking that for reminding me to poke my head in here! ha!

"I actually, for real, did not realise that that could catch fire," Buck promised, hurrying after her. "That wasn't a…"

"So what was 'a'?" Athena asked, unloading her bags onto the kitchen island.

Buck snorted despite himself. "Okay, I did know how to cook more than boxed pasta."

Athena dropped two bell peppers in his hand. "Wash, then dice."

"What are we doing?"

"You're making a salad, I'm starting the pot roast." Athena glanced up, obviously feeling the incredulous stare Buck was directing at her. "I try to come by once a month and make dinner for Bobby's team."

"That's new," Buck blinked.