I was told there would be cake

I wrote this right after the finale and then didn't look at it for a while and then got distracted by AU prompts and I realized I should probably post it. You can read all about Buck and Theo needing a chopper rescue on AO3 here, and here's a preview:

Buck gingerly gets his phone from his pocket and sighs when he sees that it's smashed.

“Buck?” Theo calls tentatively, sounding terrified, and Buck wishes he could hug him and reassure him that everything's going to be fine.

Except Buck slipped on loose terrain and ended up in a fucking ravine in the Angeles Forest. He'd been trying to rescue Theo’s water bottle from rolling away when he'd knocked it off a rock, and he'd slipped. His side is killing him, his ankle is definitely sprained, and he's scraped up.

“I'm okay, kid!” he calls back. “Do not get too close to the edge or go anywhere, okay? I need you to make a big promise to me. This is really important.”

He looks up and sees Theo peeking over the edge, his face red and teary.

“Hey, I'm okay,” Buck says, trying for a grin. “I'm just not going to be able to climb out of here by myself. And I need you to stay right there so one of us can be safe.”

“O-okay,” Theo replies before a big hiccup of a sob.

Buck presses his forehead to the rocky face of the ravine and tries to keep himself from crying, too. He's stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere, and they haven't seen anyone all day. It'll take some from the parks department seeing his car in the lot after sunset before anyone gets called, and then it can take hours for search and rescue to figure out where they are. And Theo will be stuck in the cold and the dark, and it's Buck’s fault.

He feels his watch buzz and lifts his head sharply.

It's cracked but telling him it's detected a fall and asking if he wants to call emergency services.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, swiping across to call.

“9-1-1, what's your emergency?” an operator asks a moment later, and Buck pumps his fist triumphantly.

“H-hi, my name is Evan Buckley. My son and I are hiking in the Angeles Forest, I-I don't know our exact location, but I slipped and went into a ravine. My ankle is sprained, and there's no good holds to climb out. My son isn't hurt, but he's above me on the trail and alone with minimal supplies, and he's four,” he says in a rush just in case the call drops. “I'm going to need a helicopter, there's no road access, and they won't be able to land. I'm going to ask my son to take the emergency blanket from my first aid kid out to catch the sun. He's wearing a blue shirt.”

“Alright, Evan, we're going to get you some help. You might need to sit tight for a bit while we dispatch a helicopter to your location. Do you have water?”

Buck looks at the bottle next to his foot and the dinosaur on the side of it. “Uh, yeah. A little. My son has some, too.”

“And you said your ankle is sprained. Did you hit your head or your back at all as you fell?”

“Uh, n-no, I just banged up my abdomen and knees and hands. I have a first aid kit. Just a second.” He lowers his wrist and looks up. “Hey, Theo? Can you go into my backpack and get the first aid kit out?”

Theo disappears from sight for a moment before holding it over the ravine. “Do you want it?”

“Not yet. Can you put it on the ground and open it up? There's a square inside that's as big as a sandwich. I need you open that and take the big thing inside that looks like foil and open it up. Do not let go of that.” He waits for a moment and digs his fingers into the rock. “You got it?”

“It's hard to open!” Theo yells, then a few grunts of frustration. “Oh wait, there's a button.”

Buck smiles and sniffs back a rush of tears. “You got it, buddy, you're doing so good. Is it unfolded?”

There's a lot of rustling and then Theo is poking his head over. “I got it!”

He feels a swell of pride. “Awesome. Can you close the first aid kit and drop it on me? And then don't look over the edge anymore, I don't want you to slip. But you can talk to me, and I'll talk to you. I'm on the phone with 9-1-1, and they're going to send someone to help get me out of here, so we'll get to go home soon.”

“Is Aunt Maddie on the phone?” Theo asks.

“No, Aunt Maddie isn't on the phone.” Buck sighs and lifts his wrist again. “Are you, uh, in main dispatch? My sister's Maddie Han, she’s one of the managers.”

“I'm in a satellite center, but I can see if I can patch through,” the operator says. “You're doing great, Evan.”

Buck laughs and looks up just as Theo dangles the first aid kit over the edge. “Thanks. I'm a firefighter.”

“Yeah? What station?”

“The 118.” He catches the first aid kit and carefully moves so he's sitting instead of kneeling. There's a slope next to him deeper into the ravine, and he's not willing to risk going down that, too.

“I've heard stories about you guys.”

Buck laughs. “Yeah, they're all probably true. What's your name?”

“Naomi.”

“Thank you, Naomi.”

A bucktommy kiss while crying for you my lovely @sunnywithachanceofbi

“Tommy, what the fuck?!” Buck choked out, quickly wiping tears off his face, barely able to keep up with the rate they were falling.

Tommy sniffled. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Buck glared at him, wiping at his eyes with the sleeve of the borrowed plaid flannel he had on because it was too cold at Tommy’s place.

Tommy reached over and grabbed a box of tissues off the side table. He took a few for himself before holding the box out to Buck in offering.

Buck grabbed the whole box and held it against his chest. Tommy wiped his own eyes and blew his nose before letting out a shaky breath.

“So are we gonna finish-“

“No!” Buck practically shouted. “I’m never going to watch this movie again. Throw it in the garbage.”

“Baby, it’s streaming-“

“I don’t care!”

“Evan…”

“I feel like I’m never gonna stop crying,” Buck said dramatically.

Tommy chuckled, his eyes still shining with tears. He took hold of Buck’s face and brushed away a few tears with his thumbs. “You’re gonna be fine.”

“I’m not,” he said miserably.

Tommy leaned in and they shared a wet, salty kiss. And then another. And a third for good measure.

“Did that help?” Tommy asked.

Buck slipped his arms around Tommy’s neck. “I think I’ll need a lot more.”

he has some pretty severe PTSD, from his last time being helpless and tied up.

Where Stolas has to use his fun memories of BDSM with Blitz as a buffer and play for time.

And Stolas feels like he wss abandoned by Blitz.

Its going to make it hard for Stolas to put himself into Blitz's hands.

(I think they're probably end up switching things around because of this, after the angst)

He had ink on his hands

DEMON BLOOD IS BLACK.