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The prologue to this WIP where Post S8E11, after realizing everyone was pushing him out of their life and how he had become, Buck decided it was time to go.

Leave LA.

Fast forward a few years later, Tommy gets a call from a social worker about his daughter.

“You’re exhausting.”

It really is always about you, isn’t it?

You acted out like you always do.

and

Maybe it's time you learn a lesson again: how to be alone.

Surrounded by the unpacked boxes in the empty house, Buck realized something.

There’s no life for him left here in Los Angeles.

Not after everyone slowly pushes him out from their lives, with Bobby and Athena busy rebuilding their lives, Eddie moving back to Texas and immediately ghosting him, and Chim, Maddie, and the Wilsons forming their own family unit, leaving him outside and alone.

At first, he made excuses for them. Bobby was busy and tired rebuilding the house after the fire; Chim, Maddie, and the Wilsons were too preoccupied with Mara and the drama around it. Eddie is too busy trying to fix things with Christopher.

But work became a place of nods and quick, almost absent-minded glances, people making plans without him. His attempts to reach out were rejected, sometimes even ridiculed.

He wished he had the courage to apologize to Tommy.

But after what happened that morning, he had ruined everything between them, scattering what scant chance of reconciliation there was.

That conversation with Maddie was the last straw.

Learning how to be alone.

As if he hadn't spent most of his life before Los Angeles alone, looking for some place to call home. How his last attempt to reach out, asking to be seen, to his own sister was met with rejection, that flicker of discomfort in her eyes, and the quiet pity.

Her final words were the death knell he never saw coming.

He honestly thought LA would be the one.

And now surrounded by the shambles of his life, he could only feel the cold.

Sitting now on the cold wooden floor in the living room, he stared at his phone.

No missed calls.

No messages.

No one was ever going to reach out to him.

No one would ever even notice if he disappeared.

So, that night he made a decision. One that might save him from the suffocating silence threatened to drown him.

He packed slowly. Packing only the essentials, leaving everything else that would weigh him down.

He would donate them to charity, he thought as he taped the boxes close. There’s always someone who would need this more than him.

When the sun rose over the house, he put the last of the boxes in his jeep.

Clothes, important documents, his KitchenAid mixer, and the binder of recipes he had worked on for the past few months. The photobook is full of memories. Tommy’s LAFD Air Support hoodie he hasn't had the heart to return after their breakup.

He then walked around the quiet neighborhood, giving away the baked goods in his fridge to everyone on that street, smiling vacantly as they thanked him for the kind gift.

He called his landlord and told him he was cancelling the sublet and forfeiting his deposit as an apology.

He called Goodwill and arranged for pickup for the things he’s donating.

He called HR and tendered his two-week notice, citing mental health and an application to take his PTO for the next two weeks; he had almost three months' worth accumulated at that point.

He didn’t leave a note for them.

Not because he didn’t want to be found, but because he didn’t think anyone would look.

He drove away from the house that was never his, but before he could leave LA for good, there was one last thing he needed to do.

He drove to 118.

Thankfully B Shift had returned from a minor call, and Captain Whitmore was available.

He told him he had quit and left LA, asking out of courtesy for him not to inform Bobby and A Shift until they’re back online after the 96 off. The captain, fond of the reincarnated chaos and frankly worried for the young man, agreed, wishing him luck on his future endeavors.

Evan Buckley left Los Angeles, California, on a sunny March 23.

He had no destination in mind, only driving aimlessly north.

Maybe he’ll find what he was looking for someday.

I don't usually read too many comics, and tbf, there are a lot and the timelines are a fucking nightmare, I do plan, however, in reading DCceased (?), I love the man that Damian became growing up, and sadly I spoiled myself with the ending, suffice to say, it will be heart-breaking.

Anyway, as I was reading some batfam fics, especially this one: Who tells a tale of unspeaking death? who will brave this bitter grief? by an orphan account, I absolutley loved it and I love Damian so much, so I wondered how things would've been if:

When Jon left to space with his grandfather to space, Damian was not supportive at first with that idea, as he was receiving some weird vibes from the whole situation with Jon's grandfather... and kind of Personal experience in a way.

Jon decided to ignore him and say that it will be fine, he needs and wants to learn more about his kryptonian side with his grandfather, Jon and Damian leave with a bitter taste of hteir friendship but, well, may Damian can do other things in the meantime then.

Damian decided to take the time for the Year of Blood penance and meets Maya and Suren; it happens like canon, except, Damian remains dead, things didn't work out and with Dick now being Ric, the family mourns the youngest and now they cannot resurrect him. They simply won't, against their wish, need to mourn and accept death.

In just a matter of a two weeks, the Batfamily are receiving the support they need, baby steps, however when Clark lears of the situation he is at the terrible position of notifying his son of his best friend's death. Its already heart breaking seeing his friend's grief over a child no older than 14... Clark is preparing with Lois to deliver the notice.

Its not until some week that Jon returns now almost 6 years older as a 17 teenager, with the determination of going home and speak with his family and best friend Damian, thinking how in response he will tell him an "I told you he was creepy af." and maybe, maybe go back with their friend shenanigans, save the cities and have more adventures... telling him a bout the people he met and the animals he saw in different worlds! Hopefully those 6 years haven't changed his friend much...

When he meets his dad, Jon has a heartfelt reunion with his parents, explains what happened as the years went by and the intergalactic heroes and community he met in his journey back home, and how Damian was correct about his grandfather and wishes to see how his friend has grown up!

Clark soon stops Jon from continue talking about meeting Damian very quickly, the atmosphere becomes akward after that and it's Lois who breaks the news to Jon, he has been out in space for weeks in the first place, not years, and even if he wants to see his friend, well... Lois doesn't get the words out of her mouth. She thought she could do it, but the words died in her mouth.

Jon is atonished, is that the reason why his mom and dad stayed so unchanged after 6 years? It was just weeks? He doesn't know what to think of it, until he just flies away from his parents without much of a thought but his heart beating faster and faster as he flies to a different direction and notices that everything is still the same, it dawns on him as he passes by multiple buildings he and his dad used to fly over years weeks ago ... how he was robbed of his childhood. Robbed!

Its not until dusk was setting that he realized he was flying directly towards Gotham City, he needed to speak with his best friend, unaware that his father was flying right behind him trying to stop him.

He wasn't fast enough, Jon is already knocking at the Wayne mansion and almost takes the doors down when there was no response.

Jon is taken aback by Alfred's appearence, he looked older, like he would supposed to look after some time, this already made him a little sick in the stomach, he knew grief, he saw it in his missions in space.

Alfred doesn't recognize Jon, not very much until he sees the Superman symbol in his chest, followed by the very same Superman behind him, apologizing to him and quickly explaining that Jon came back and they had a situation. Clark was planning on taking Jon away from the Wayne mansion until Jon asks where is Damian.

There is no response other than a slight flinch that doesn´t go unnoticed. Jon is insisting where his friend is, and cue Bruce, barely groomed and looking like someone has taken 30 years from him, he is a little surprise by Jon's presence, but when he is asked where Damian is for the third time, he just looks at a defeated and nervous Clark behind him and just... looks at him, either deciding what to do, if lcosing the door and ignoring a teenage boy who will most likely demand answers from him, but thankfully Tim and Jason arrive as well by seeing the conmmotion downstairs and they take it from there.

Jason tries to make small talk in the way, babling about a growth spurt or some cryptonain genes, ignoring that Jon aged faster in space, Clark is trying to explain the situation as well, following both vigilantes to a garden a little further from the mansion.

Tim and Jon are silent all the way, until they see Titus and Alfred the cat in a distance, Tim began talking about Damian going for a redemption journey from a mission he had years before where he had taken multiple lives in just one year, how he met the daugther of one of Damian's victims and the heir of an old Al' Ghul enemy who ended up befriending. They were silently listening to Tim until they stopped at a headstone, where it read in clear letters Damian's name, his birth date... and death date, plus a message and Robin Symbol.

Jon felt as if he was in space but falling into the Void. It was a lie. It has to be. He looked at his dad, saying that it was a cruel joke, but stopped himself from saying it out loud when Clark is looking away, from him and the tombstone.

Anyway, i haven't really given a thought to this, mostly I would love to read this scenario and Jon asking why they aren't bringing Damian back, and when he is being told that no, Damian will continue resting in peace, Jon would be devastated, at first angry... but later on crying on how if he had stayed, his dear friend would be alive and having a future... how he didn't say a proper goodby to Damian and their last interaction was a fight.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Captain Francis Crozier/Commander James Fitzjames Characters: Commander James Fitzjames, Captain Francis Crozier Additional Tags: its about the TENDERNESS, Fluff Summary:

James and Francis attempt to share a short nap.

When the bombs dropped, the resulting devastation created such a huge thanergic spike that all life was irrevocably changed. Certain individuals are able to harness that thanergic energy to perform necromantic theorems, aided by loyal cavaliers who function as soul-battery and catalyst. There's no reason a necromancer from a free-wheeling community of ghouls, synths, mutants and reprobates should have anything in common with a cavalier unwillingly exiled from a fascist military organization. Unfortunately, they have perfect synergy.

Where in a certain universe, everything is wrong, WWX did survived the siege with terrible wounds and hid A-Yuan in a tree, unaware that the seal he applied to him fell off and he saw him tumbling towards the cave where his gege works... and follows him.