Fanfic where Eddie and Chris are held hostage in their home. It goes on for hours, and Eddie can see the flashing red and blue lights from his window. Doors are barricaded, and the guy is being careful not to step in front of the window.
During this time, Eddie is angry, worried for Chris, and the only other thing on his mind is Buck. How, after this is over, he just want Buck. Buck can take care of Chris and let Eddie fall apart later.
And the whole ordeal leads Eddie to realize that he loves Buck.
When Eddie finally convinces the guy to release Chris ("We were being held hostage and I was still catching strays from my dad"). Chris walks and tries his best to go, but the asshole broke his crutches. He gets out of the house slowly and is about to fall until he gets swooped up.
A familiar scent, and Chris starts crying into Buck's neck. He's sobbing, he's tired, everything hurts, and he just wants his dad. The guy broke the new crutches his dad worked hard to get him, and he's angry.
"Oh, don't worry, kid. Your dad is going to be out in just a bit."
"How do you know?" Chris cries out.
"'Cause it's your dad," Buck says as a cry shouts out from inside the home. Buck smirks while everyone else, minus Athena, Bobby, and the 118 frown and worry. "Your dad needed you out and safe. That way, he doesn't have to worry about you while he disarms him."
"Disarm?" a nearby cop says.
"Eddie Diaz, silver star, and he knows Muay Thai. He's been trying to show me a few moves, but with my leg not being its best anymore, I get to sit and watch him work out and spar," Buck shrugs. His face breaks out into a smile when he sees the guy being thrown out of Eddie's house, and an angry Eddie steps out, wiping blood from his mouth.
It's all over. Eddie runs to his son, who is still in Buck's arms, clinging to him tightly. Buck decided to sit on the gurney with Chris so Hen can check him out. Eddie gets a look-over from Chim, who wraps his knuckles. Eddie says he's fine for the most part, but agrees to go to the ER and get checked out for Chris' sake.
Chris protests, not wanting to let go of Buck, but Buck promises to immediately be behind them with his truck, because who else is going to take you guys home?
When the Diaz boys are out of the ER, Buck is there to get them, but brings them back to his home instead. The scene is being investigated, so he won't be able to go back inside for a moment. Athena manages to get some clothes for both of them.
Eddie does exactly what he said he would do. Once Chris is asleep and tucked away safely, Eddie crawls into bed next to Buck, who says nothing as he wraps his arm around Eddie, and Eddie falls apart.
Then, days later, when it's deemed safe to go back home, Eddie and Chris are knocking on Buck's door late at night. Buck blinks wildly, but offers a warm smile when Eddie says can they stay at his a little while longer? Cause Chris is having nightmares. Eddie feels paranoid.
They moved into Buck's house a few weeks later as a family.
i dress like this. kinda need the sweatshirt
I wrote something. Might make it a fic, might not who knows?
Timeline is after the lightning strike. A Buckley dinner as daniel hunts the narrative.
Bon Appétit!
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"It's better than the last time we were here", everyone stilled.
"You died Evan"
He swallowed, "I'm alive mom"
She spoke again her voice wavering, eyes distant, "You were dead Evan, in that hospital bed with all the tubes they put you on-"
Maddie squeezed her fist. His heartbeat grew stronger.
"-all the hospital visits and the decisions"
"I'm alive mom"
Not hearing, never hearing. "-all the doctors fussing over-"
"Mom, please" growing desperate.
Maddie squeezed her eyes shut, maybe she was wishing it to go away, maybe when she opened her eyes everything would be fine again. Maybe once she opened her eyes she was still be able to play tag with her brother in the backyard. Like she did when she was seven.
"-and the nurses coming in and out", a tear couldn't even drop to her cheek before she wiped it out.
"I'm alive mom, I'm alive please", his whole body was stiff, holding himself back from shaking like a leaf. He wanted to scream and cry. He wanted them to see, he wanted to shout "I'm here. Right in front of you. I'm the one who's still alive. Just look at me. I'm still alive."
His mom shooked her head, as if it would give her what she wants. As if it would fix everything he couldn't able to.
"Mom," he pleaded, he fell to his knees in front of her, not too close that he could touch her if he tried to reach —he learned that lesson long ago— but not far either. He was close as he could get, he always was.
"I'm alive mom," he choked up on the next breath he took.
"W-Why isn't it enough?" Tears falling on his face. Maddie closed her ears with her hands, leaning on the table. She looked like the little kid she was when her mom would yell and scream and wished she was dead instead.
"Please... Please mom, I'm alive. I'm alive. Isn't it enough?", his voice childlike and filled with desperation. Desperate to be heard over the sound of his brother's that's ringing in Buckley's heads.
"I'm alive," his voice breaks. "I'm alive, I exist please," a sob escapes him.
His mother is still in denial. Still refuses. Still ignores.
She ignores the tears that runs from her, she ignores the sounds that escapes her firstborn, she ignores her husband in his own grief next to her, she ignores her son-in-law watching the scene unfold over the corner. She ignores the death that happened thirty years ago, she also ignores the life kneeling before her, begging just to be.
Only thing keeps him sitting without him doubling down on the floor is his locked elbows getting support from the ground.
He lets out a broken sound, "please..."
Margaret gets down to the floor after gathering her strength and puts her hand gently over his shoulder.
Buck raises his head, eyes full of tears. A faint hope lies behind all the hurt.
"I-I love you Evan, as much as i can.", a hitch of breath is heard from the corner of the room but it's insignificant to the devastation and the confirmation Buck feels on his soul. His only support is gone as his body drops towards his the floor with a cry.
A hand of a mother on his shoulder.
A son beneath her hand.
Just not the right one.
The beautiful connection between the well and the lightning strike has always been fascinating to me.
One of is buried underground, all the worlds weight on his shoulders and the other is flying above, living his life the way he wants.
One lives his life with duty and sacrifice even when it's completely unnecessary; the other lives his driven by feelings and lust, nothing to hold him back.
They can't reach each other, can't pull the other to them. Can't hold them close. They can try but it's in vain.
You can't dig 40 feet of mud and you certainly can't pull up a dead weight on your own in a crying storm.
Whether it's literal or figurative, there will always be an obstacle, a block between to separate the another.
They will always be unreachable.
What do you mean that Bradley James and Oliver Stark are friends?? (Or were at some point?)
Why did i learn this now? HOWW?
@rayyash-blog1 that's all i have
That’s his son y’all <3
What do you mean that Bradley James and Oliver Stark are friends?? (Or were at some point?)
Why did i learn this now? HOWW?
