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They're gonna need you.
The words haunt Buck the whole way back to the station, to his Jeep, to his house. Nothing else has managed to permeate the fog just yet; nothing else has even come close.
All he has is the hurt, so intense for so long now that it almost feels dull, and Bobby's quiet certainty.
You.
They're gonna need you.
8x15 coda. Buck calls Eddie.
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16 Jun 2026
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There’s something morbidly beautiful about the way he hangs there, framed against the remaining fractals sparking around him. Buck has always been beautiful, all golden hair and earnest eyes, but framed against the universe he believes so heavily in, Buck is ethereal — an angel doomed to fall.
Eddie won’t let him fall. Buck’s place is in the Heavens and by Eddie’s side, and he’s tired of everyone trying to take that from them.
Or, Buck gets struck by lightning, Eddie saves him, and now they’re just waiting for him to wake up.
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06 Jun 2026
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Eddie is prepared to make the trip alone. After all, if he were Buck, he wouldn’t show up either.
Then Buck pulls up, anyway.
(A road trip to El Paso fic)
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04 Jun 2026
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And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
“On Friendship,” Kahlil Gibran (From “The Prophet)“Uhm, do you have a preferred side?” Eddie asks. His tongue is so dry in his mouth. He should have had more water at the bar.
Buck shrugs, glancing at the neat stack of pillows against the headboard. “This side is good.” He licks his lips. His broad frame somehow looks small, like he’s pulled himself inwards.“Do you -” Buck starts to say, then pauses, rubs his palms against his thighs. “Do you want to, like, build a pillow wall down the middle?”
Or: Buck and Eddie attend a Firefighter Convention in Indianapolis. And wouldn't you know it, there's only one bed. You know how this goes.
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18 May 2026
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“Aren’t you gonna tell me all about the Mississippi river?” Eddie asks, his voice thick with warmth, almost tender.
Buck narrows his eyes. “Do you wanna hear facts about the river?”
“Buck, if you have things to say, I want to hear them.”
The sun doesn’t break through the clouds, but it’s like the sky brightens, for just a moment, burnishing highlights in Eddie’s hair and finding new flecks of color in his eyes. Buck feels heat travel down the back of his neck.
or: Two firefighters. Two thousand miles. One realization they probably should’ve had a long time ago.
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15 May 2026