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Buck is late. Again.

Chimney chomps on his gum in mild irritation as his brother-in-law hurries into the station, grinning apologetically at him, holding out a to-go cup like a peace offering.

"You're making a bit of a habit of this, Buck," Chimney says warningly, but he takes the cup. At least it's not Starbucks, he thinks grumpily, taking a sip.

"I know, I know. Sorry."

Chimeny expects an explanation or an excuse, but Buck doesn't offer any, just slaps his shoulder and heads to the locker room. Chimney watches him go, the annoyance he'd felt earlier morphing into concern. He isn't Bobby, he doesn't have the Guide to Care of Keeping of Evan Buckley manual he seemed to, but he has known Buck for long enough to notice that something is going on. Showing up late, dark circles under his eyes denoting a lack of sleep the night before; he's been quiet, distracted, disappearing during down time, and as he comes back into the engine bay for the morning debrief, Chimney thinks his uniform looks like it's fitting less snug that normal. Oh, God, he's not losing weight, is he?

He's not Bobby. He isn't good at words of comfort and wisdom. He's the comic relief, not a moral compass. But if Maddie finds out he noticed something was wrong with her baby brother and didn't step up, she'll kill him. So he has no choice but to try.

He waits until Buck is sitting by himself at one of the tables in the loft to make his approach.

"What's up, Cap?" Buck asks, looking up from his phone when Chimney sits across from him. His smile looks genuine enough and for some reason Chimney can't look at his face while he tries to figure out what to say. His eyes drift down and catch on the silver name plate on his chest.

All the worried tension releases and he flicks the badge with a relieved laugh.

For @bucktommyfluffebruary day 10: romcom AU

Buck, out-'n-proud bisexual who's living the party life, takes a bet how quickly he can seduce his new neighbor - Mormon missionary Tommy. Things get a little complicated from there.

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@bucktommyfluffebruary is finally here!! I hope you'll enjoy this one!

Sometimes, things just didn't go as planned.

That was fine. Tommy was used to things not always going his way and had learned to just accept it as it was. It was one of his either many irritating flaws or desirable perks, depending on the situation.

Except, today was supposed to go right and it just… did not. So Tommy was irritated.

"Yep. Looks like you've earned yourself a trip to the hospital. Sorry,man."

Scratch that. Tommy was embarrassed.Refused to let that show by glaring at Diaz for delivering the news he absolutely had not anticipated to hear.

"Is that really necessary? Can't you just… fix it?"

"Let's see! A possible concussion. A sprain that could very well be a fracture on your arm. You'll need an x-ray just to be sure," the medic tells him apologetically, and Tommy throws his head back and groans, ignoring the pounding headache that is slowly being overtaken by whatever meds they had pumped into him upon their arrival.

It was his own stupidity that had led him to this. An idea forming in his head that had let the enthusiasm get the better of him when he had opened the bottle of oil that had somehow spilled over his hand and let the slick substance release the bottle from his grip only to spill its content all over his dining room floor.

Then, foolishly, he had moved way too quickly to clean up the mess and had managed to slip and fall. Still in his boxer briefs.

And with all of 118 staring at him.

"Sorry, man," Eddie spoke again, apologetically. "Looks like whatever plans you had tonight will have to wait."

As if Tommy didn't know that.

"Fantastic," he muttered under his breath. "There goes an attempt to surprise my fiance." He is not pouting, and if it looks like he does, it's clearly the meds making it look like he is.

"I'm sure your fiance will be very understanding and be very forgiving considering the circumstances," a soothing voice adds sympathetically, and Tommy absolutely does not whine upon hearing it because it warms his soul.

"He was gonna come home soon after his shift," he says pathetically, his voice slurring slightly. "Was gonna give 'im a massage. Feel 'im up a little. Make 'im feel good. So good. Like he makes me feel good when he uses his—"

"Oookay! Hey, better get you boarded onto the ambulance, huh? Get you all nice and comfy!"

It's Howie's voice. Tommy lets another whine escape him as he turns his head to look at the pair of blue eyes gazing at him warmly from the man standing next to Howie. The man with the soothing voice. "Gonna need you to look 'way, captain," he warns Howie and reaches out his non-injured hand to tug on the collar of the uniform belonging to the gorgeous blue-eyed member of the team until he feels his lips pressing against his own.

It's more of a pressure of lips than a kiss, but it's enough to make Tommy's soul purr in contentment and enough for him to smile up at the firefighter, who gazes at him fondly. "Sir. I don't think that's appropriate," Evan scolds him lightly. A series of groans echoes around Tommy, who grins loopily at the love of his life.

"I thought he was engaged?" Whispers the probie, scandalized over what she had just witnessed.

"Right! You haven't met my fiance yet,' Evan says, hand splayed over Tommy's bare chest and covers him with a blanket. "Daniella is our new probie," he explains to Tommy, who lets out a soft grunt as a greeting, his gaze still glued on Evan.

"Oh. So you're the one he wanted to— oh!"

"So! A trip to the hospital?" Tommy hears Howie plead, and Eddie agrees with a "God yes!"

"Buck, you wanna ride with—?"

"Yes he does," Tommy decides, his hand gripping onto his fiance's hand. "Not the kind of ridin' I had in min—"

"How is he worse than you are?" Eddie asks Buck, who laughs warmly as the load Tommy into the ambulance.

"Why do you think we get on so well?" Evan grins as he joins in on the back, looking pleased and almost proud and making Tommy's heart soar.

"I love you," he murmurs. "Was gonna make you feel so good, Evan."

"You always do, honey," Evan says fondly and kisses the tip of his fingers affectionately.

"Evan?"

"Yes, Tommy?"

"I'm gonna marry you so hard when I marry you."

Evan laughs and Tommy knows that if sounds could heal his fractured arm and possibly concussed brain, it would be the sound of Evan laughing.

"I'm gonna marry you even harder,"

"Well I'm gonna marry you—"

"Are you guys being serious right now?" Eddie pleads.

"Deadly," Tommy deadpans. "Hush now, I'm tryin' to woo my future husband."

@bucktommyfluffebruary I make no promises but I'm going to try

Tommy had known about the lightning strike. Almost all personnel in the LAFD had heard about it within hours of impact. The way the heavens themselves had parted and struck one of them down. How the guy had just gone limp and flipped over the ladder, hanging there completely lifeless for his entire team to stare up at. The way no one had known if the firefighter had made it, if the ambulance had gotten there in time, if they'd be seeing on the news an impersonal segment about the fallen.

Tommy hadn't known Evan then. But he'd known the 118. There had been enough time and space between his tenure there that he'd felt disconnected and unsure of what to do to help but... it was still something familiar; somewhere he felt like he should help if he could. A place where he'd grown and knew that standing around gossiping about the string of bad luck the 118 seemed to glide through like ice beneath their boots felt a little too close too home. He didn't know Evan then but it had still felt personal at the time.

Knowing now that it had been Evan, that he'd been the one hanging lifeless in the sky, made Tommy's heart lurch in his chest every time his imagination got the best of him. And it was the same kind of detachment but not a clean break to the whole event that left him feeling like he didn't quite belong. But he couldn't pretend it didn't happen either.

Evan joked about it. Sort of. He tried too at least.

Tommy had a feeling he did that more for the others than for himself. It made Hen and Eddie and Chimney roll their eyes and jostle him around before moving on from the subject like it hadn't been there in the first place. But it didn't quite matter. Sometimes, he could still see the haunted look in their expressions as if the memories of the flash and the cold lifelessness of Evan's body was in front of them instead of the living, breathing version of himself.

The scar across his chest was gone. Evan sometimes groaned about how he'd never got to see it. How he'd missed it because he'd been too busy being in a coma and what was the point of being struck by lightning if you didn't at least get to take a cool picture of your lichtenberg scar? The others had been too shell shocked by all the tubes and the unmoving limbs to think to take a picture for him.

But there was one scar that hadn't faded. A small final kiss from Zeus himself that Tommy didn't think the others knew about. He hadn't even known it had been from the lightning strike until Evan told him one night when they'd been naked and sated and Evan's lips had kissed against the scar along Tommy's ribcage as he begged for the story.

It was puckered and raised with thicker lines where the scar tissue had built up beneath the skin. Apparently, when the lightning had struck Evan's hand, he had burnt his palms from his grip on the ladder. It was a secret right in the space where the meat of his thumb curved into his wrist almost, stretching just barely onto his palm that sometimes Tommy could feel it against his skin when Evan touched him just so...

Evan mostly forgot about it. But then there was Tommy, caught in association to this event that he knew about almost as intimately as if he'd been there but he hadn't been. He was somewhere in an in-between, not on the outside but not in either and for the most part, he didn't mind. He didn't know what he would do if he ever had to witness Evan, bright, beautiful Evan, so lifeless.

But other times, Tommy felt completely helpless.

Especially when Evan would jolt awake from a nightmare. Nightmares where his hands would shake so hard that he could barely grab his phone from the nightstand.

It had to have been a bad one. Evan's skin was covered in sweat and he was trembling so much that the bed was shaking. He gasped for air like he couldn't fill his lungs and Tommy could do nothing but rub a hand up and down his back as Evan pressed the phone to his ear.

"Please please please..." Evan begged quiet enough that Tommy didn't even think he knew he was saying it.

Tommy grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to the scar, slowing his breathing down until Evan copied him with one breath then another until---

"Bobby?" Evan asked like he didn't quite believe that the other man truly had answered the phone. Again, something load and unknown but there all the same.

The deep voice of Bobby answering made Evan let out an almost whimpered hiccup as the tension released his spine and he curled up into Tommy's chest. Tommy kissed his palm and the scar again and then every tip of his fingers while he did what he could and just held him tight as Evan listened to his captain remind him that everything was okay.

Evan sniffed as he curled up even tighter into Tommy's chest. "I'm okay. Bad dream. Tommy's here."

Tommy kissed his temple and wrapped his arms around him. Yes, he was. He hadn't been but he hadn't known. But for as long as Evan would have him, Tommy would be there.

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“Yeah!” Tommy cheered as Buck got back to the booth. “That’s my guy!”

Buck squished himself tight in against Tommy’s side, Tommy’s arm draped around his shoulders and pulling him close. The flannel shirt Tommy’s wearing is one of Buck’s favourites, the fabric worn so soft that he can never resist rubbing his face against it, which he did now because he could. He could smell Tommy’s detergent and cologne and a little bit of sweat.

“It’s a good thing you two found each other because that voice is not winning him any dates,” Chimney cackled. Buck and Tommy gave him matching middle fingers.

“Just because the Buckley singing gene skipped me doesn’t mean I’m not a great performer,” Buck protested. “I’m fun.”

“Yeah, the group of girls over there is definitely fawning over your performance,” Maddie said dryly.

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“EVAN!” 

The shout rings out, louder than the hubbub surrounding the IC tent. A few heads turn. Buck is leaning on Eddie at the edge of the ruckus while Chim reports to Captain Mehta. At the familiar sounding voice, he jerks upright and spins towards the call. He turns a little too fast, and the world lurches sickeningly, but Eddie’s there, grabbing his arm and keeping him from toppling over. They both scan the crowd. 

“Was that…?” Eddie murmurs through his split lip.

The sea of first responders and injured civilians part, a wave cresting in front of some unseen force. A tall, turnout-covered form pushes its way through and heads towards the vehicles. A helmeted head turns back and forth, searching the crowd of firefighters. Buck feels his mouth drop open. It’s Tommy. He’s frantic. Shouldering people out of the way as he moves towards where the ambulances are lined up. Buck’s never seen him like this, his boyfriend is usually so controlled in public, so deliberate in his movements. Nerves and something like desperation pool in his stomach.

He takes a step forward, Eddie at his back. 

“Tommy!”