#buck-centric

Buck waits for Eddie to tell him to leave. Eddie never will.

It's the smoke that wakes him, seeping into his apartment not ten minutes after he finally knocks off. He's off the couch in half a second, heart pounding with adrenaline, at the kitchen counter before he even realizes that the familiar smell in his nose is burning insulation. There isn't any alarm going, no sprinklers on, no neighbors screaming or doors banging open, but Buck knows. "9-1-1," says a vaguely familiar voice on the other end of the phone once he punches in the numbers. "What's your emergency?"

At a low point, Buck makes a wish to find someone who can love him back - and gets what he wished for. Unfortunately, the wish seems to be effecting everyone except the one person he really wishes it would.

Five years after his sister is legally declared dead, Buck finds his way to Los Angeles and joins the 118, hoping he can make Maddie's memory proud. And the universe smiles down on him.

Buck gets the call on a random Wednesday.

Buck donates his sperm the old-fashioned way. Eddie, of course, is totally 100% absolutely normal about it.

Eddie leaves and Buck tries to fuck about it. Instead, he fails miserably and repeatedly, gets a cat and makes some discoveries.

or, Eddie leaves, and calls, and calls, and calls. Buck falls apart, and lets it go to voicemail.