BuckTommy Angst Week
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The world spun.
Round.
Crunch.
Round.
Crash.
Round.
Buck’s lungs screamed as he tried to breathe, and his seat belt cut into his ribs. Blood trickled from his nose to his eyebrows and into his hair, tightening his skin as it slowly dried.
Wait. That wasn’t right. Blood should be trickling down his chin if it was coming from his nose., not the other way, unless gravity was somehow fucked or he was upside down.
Buck groaned and opened his eyes.
He was hanging from the Jeep’s driver’s seat, held in place by the tough weave of his safety belt. Blood dripped onto the deflating airbag under his head. His arms - hanging down, knuckles brushing the roof of his Jeep - felt heavy, like water saturated logs.
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Buck crashing his Jeep
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- Part 1 of BuckTommy Angst Week
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Tommy can’t breathe. His palms tingle. Sweat, cold and slick, coats his upper lip. It feels like a giant has reached down and wrapped its fist around his chest, trapping the air in his lungs.
He can’t breathe.
He barely registers the pain of his knees hitting the rooftop as he fights his way out of his flight helmet trying to get fresh air to his lungs.
“Woah, Kinard! What’s happening?” Donato’s there. She sounds like she’s underwater.
“What happened?” That’s Gonzalez, sounding equally garbled.
Tommy can’t say anything. Can barely even hear his crew above the rushing of his own blood. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to see the patient’s face: one of the two they’d flown in from a multi-vehicle pile-up. One half of a couple who so desperately wanted to tell his boyfriend he loved him.
Tries not to think of Ev-Buckley superimposed over the patient – so full of awe and earnestness, a recipe for heartbreak.
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Tommy has a panic attack after seeing Buck on a call and then hearing a patient's story about how he met his boyfriend
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- Part 2 of BuckTommy Angst Week
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Buck forgot what he was looking for the moment his fingers closed around the velvety ring box he’d shoved in the back of his junk drawer all those months ago. When he’d first thrown it in there, he’d been positive that its presence would haunt him.
And at first it had. Every time he’d gone to get a rubber band or a takeout menu from the drawer or shoved an unopened package of compostable flatware in because he never knew when he might need then or hid another medical bill he never expected to live long enough to pay from himself as though hiding it could make it go away, he’d had to make a concerted effort not to look at the box.
And eventually he’d not-looked at it enough that he’d stopped seeing it. And then the detritus of his life had shoved the box further and further towards the back of the drawer until he couldn’t see it anymore.
But now it was in his hand.
The box Tommy had refused to take back when Buck had told Tommy he couldn’t get married. That he couldn’t force Tommy to tie himself to Buck in sickness and in health when they were staring down the barrel of far more sickness than health. The kind of sickness that was likely to part them with death
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- Part 3 of BuckTommy Angst Week
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Tommy struggles to adjust after an accident at work leaves him unable to fly due to permanent hearing loss.
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- Part 4 of BuckTommy Angst Week
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When Tommy is late to their wedding, Buck assumes he's been left at the altar, but the deeper he digs, the more he realises that the situation isn't what it seems.
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- Part 5 of BuckTommy Angst Week
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Tommy visits his dad in hospice.
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- Part 6 of BuckTommy Angst Week
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They’re on the roof of a high rise keeping things uncomfortably professional as Buck helps load a patient into Tommy’s helicopter when an explosion from one of the lower floors sends the building cascading down.
The world falls away, rumbling apart, blue sky vanishing behind a wall of broken concrete and twisted rebar.
The last thing Buck sees before he lands on his back and blacks out completely is Tommy’s face covered in blood.
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He comes to with a groan, blinking, but there’s no light.
Buck fumbles at his chest until he finds the light strapped to his chest.
It’s not much, but it’s enough to get some idea of his situation. “Tommy?” he calls out, managing to roll onto his stomach. Pain twinges through his neck which is probably a bad side, but he can focus on that later, once he’s found Tommy.
He angles his light, trying to get a handle on the situation.
Buck’s honestly not sure how he’s alive.
Or how long he’s likely to stay that way.
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- Part 7 of BuckTommy Angst Week