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“Hey, kiddo.” “I’m not five anymore, dad.” Chris says, like Eddie needs to be reminded of that. “You’ll always be to me.” Eddie teases lightly. “Did you see that I made it to LA?” “Are you going to visit Buck and tell him the news?” Chris’s voice is hopefully and nervous. “Yeah, I’m picking up his favorite from the coffee shop around the corner, then I’m heading in to fill out paperwork for Bobby.” “Chocolate chip muffin?” Chris inquires. “Chocolate chip muffin. How was your last day of school?” “It was whatever,” Chris says in a bratty tone. “I’m ready to see my friends again.” Eddie can’t smother his smile, “They’re excited to see you too. I’m sure Denny will want to set something up, he kept asking after you.” “What time does you flight land tomorro—hey, watch where you’re going asshole.” Eddie swerves onto the shoulder to avoid the van driving in his lane on the wrong side of the road. “Stay on you’re side of the road, dickhead!” Eddie blares his horn flipping the guy off who serves back into their own lane wide eyed. “Do they have anger management courses for road rage? Maybe you and Buck could take a couples class together.” Chris snarks. “He was driving in my lane, smart ass,” Eddie tells his son, rolling his eyes in exasperation. “Are you going to kick Buck out in the cold, like a abandoned puppy, or are we keeping him?” Chris asked. “Is he going to live with us? Did you pay the adoption fee?” “You’ve been spending too much time with Adriana,” Eddie decides, flicking his turn signal on and carefully parallel parking along the street. “She told me I’ve spent too much time with you.” Chris shoots back.

Bobby glances at his phone, last he’d heard from Eddie nearly 45 minutes ago he was just right around the corner at their regular coffee shop. He was a little surprised he wasn’t here already, he glances over at Buck who is standing aimlessly in the kitchen looking mopey. “What’s wrong with you?” Bobby inquires rummaging through the fridge, trying to decide what he wants to make for Eddie’s big return. He could have Buck start the prep work before they got called out. “Eddie hasn’t FaceTime or called him in exactly 15 seconds,” Chimney quips looking up from his Switch. “He’s going through withdrawals, Cap. Obviously. Buck flips his brother-in-law off, a tinge of pink coloring his cheeks and Bobby can’t help himself, he chuckles affectionately at their banter. “Has anyone told you that you’re too co-dependent?” Hen teases. “Only you guys about 400 times.” Buck reminds them in exasperation. “He never forwards my calls but it’s going almost straight to voicemail and he’s has his location off for the last few days. Probably because his mom was being annoying or something.” “You checked his location?” Hen asks. “Should we be concerned you’ve got darker issues you haven’t discussed with us.”

Coming Home (NDE Eddie) - Yay draft one is officially finished!!! “Just wanted to check on you, you’ve been gone for a bit.” Buck clasps at the sides of the sink and returns to gazing at his own image in the mirror. “I was just thinking that I need to call Chris. Let him know what’s going on.” “Yeah,” Bobby said gently. “I think he and Pepa are supposed to be flying in later this evening, they should know before they get here.”

“You’re firing me?” Eddie can hear the hollowness in his own tone. He’s trying to stuff down the panic crawling back up his throat. “Not quite.” His captain studies him with a sad expression. “You’re a good firefighter Eddie, great even. I’m not sure what changed to make you so…reckless. But I just can’t risk that on my team right now, I’m sure you understand. I reached out to a friend at the 118, he’s got a spot for you. Heavy rescue, better pay, maybe more challenging that what you’ve been doing here. Same to similar hours, I told him your situation and he agreed to be flexible as possible.”

Here is the first of many sentences. 15 sentences for Hollywood Amnesia Buck🤕, which was a blast to finally dig into. To join in the Make Me Write Tag Game -> take a peek here. Send me as many emojis as your little heart desires. (Also @buddiesmutslut you will be receiving 66 sentences of Twin!Dad Buck) ______ Devastating flooding in Arizona pulls the 118 from the dubious safety of LA craziness. The trip from California to the disaster zone was one of their shorter treks—short enough that the entire heavy rescue team had joined the effort, with the desire to help and the promise of overtime. Recent wildfires had scarred the earth, forests had been engulfed in flames after a particulars nasty lightning storm. The uneven terrain had made it a difficult but still manageable fight. Those same fires though had rendered the wounded earthy floor unable to absorb the rain that continues to pour from the sky on and off in an unforgiving deluge. It rolls down hills, filled ravines, and swallowed the plains intent on destruction. Rescue efforts were underway, there were firefighters from surrounding states, along with the 118, all there to aid with water rescues, scene assessment, and clearing debris. This is, of course, how the team finds themselves in water becoming choppy and dangerous as the clouds above them burst with a unrelenting downpour. Eddie steadies Buck whose hand slips against his hand hold when their raft is sucked into an especially strong current. They’re tossed like rag-dolls along boulders and fallen trees. Their radios crackle and echo with a demanded evacuation order, no other teams are in site as their tossed through the rapids. The storm had come on quickly, the wind violent, the rain pelts Eddie’s helmet, he swears he can feel the rat-tat-tat of it in his bones. Chimney’s helmet strap had snapped about 8 minutes ago and it had disappeared somewhere in the flood waters. His hair is plastered against his forehead and Eddie glances over at Hen who is tense beside him, he distantly wonders if Hen has any visibility at all through her glasses. “Cap,” Buck’s voice is hoarse as he shouts over the overflow that continues to carry them down the side of mountainous hills.