#firemedics

as  a  student  greeter  becky  is  always  first  to  know  of  new  students  at  degrassi  ,  and  she  had  been  told  she'd  be  showing  around  a  new  guy  arriving  today  .  all  she  was  told  was  his  name  ,  but  nonetheless  she  has  a  welcome  packet  ready  for  him  ;  inside  contains  some  school  stickers  ,  a  pen  ,  a  school  map  ,  his  schedule  ,  and  a  planner  .  '  hi  ,  i'm  becky  baker  ,  i'll  be  showing  you  around  .  '  she  smiles  brightly  ,  holding  out  her  hand  as  the  other  steps  out  of  simpson's  office  .  '  do  you  prefer  edmundo  or  eddie  ?  '

❛  well,  i  mean  .  .  .  that  DEPENDS.  possession  can  last  anywhere  from  a  few  MINUTES  to  a  few  MONTHS  ——  it’s  not  really  as  CUT  &  DRY  as  the  exorcist  makes  it  seem.  actually,  A  LOT  of  what  you  see  in  the  movies  is  WRONG.  why  ?  what’s  up  ?  ❜

It was legend. It was a tale told by the ages. Everyone was ready, the feud was on.

The annual Officers versus Firefighters baseball game. 

Blood would be shed, beers would be drank. All in all a good time. Mike was usually not available for it, working a double, or doing physio, but the smack talk was big this year, so he made sure to be present. Ball cap on backwards, Blue work tee, sipping on a beer as he leaned on the fence.

“Choke! I bet you can’t even fireman’s carry a cat out of a tree!”

“yeah,” chim says. he knows - except, showing up with a  near 1-year old with barely ten minutes heads up isn’t exactly the same. still, he’s grateful for eddie’s easy smile. “which is why i come bearing  the world’s cutest baby and lunch.” he figured it was better to not show up empty handed, even knowing eddie would’ve been perfectly contented with jee-yun for company. “still not sure i trust your cooking,” he adds. it’s why he came over - the joking, the easy conversations. he’s spent too much of the morning and part of last night contemplating that one of their co-workers might be a murder. he needs a break. 

He's not sure what makes this different. Besides the obvious at least, that this -falling asleep hip to shoulder, heads inclined towards each other with a thick quilt from Abuela draped scross their laps -hasn't happened in some time. But even while true, Buck knows he can't blame the current infrequency of their typical hangouts for the sudden strangeness, for why he slipped away from Eddie’s sleeping form to solitude on the back porch. Too much has gone unsaid.