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    "You made it!" was the first thing he heard, before Buck's overly enthusiastic form was already snatching up one of his bags. He picked up the other one and entered the loft, feet dragging only a little bit.
    Buck's apartment was to be his home for the next… well, indefinitely. Nobody knew when this quarantine would be lifted, nor when the situation would calm down.
    A little while later, when he was done freaking out and had changed into his work shirt, he ran into Buck on the way down the stairs.
    "Hey, sorry man I-I hope the bed won't be a problem for you, I just assumed–" Buck said a little sheepishly, and Eddie immediately waved him off.
    "What? No. Of course not. We've slept together enough times at work," he said, hurrying past him before his poor choice of words could catch up with him.

    Or: A continuation of S3 wherein we follow the team during lockdown, and find out how they manage to balance work and life during the worst days of the pandemic, and how Buck and Eddie use these circumstances to finally find their way to each other.
    Oh and they adopt a dog at one point.

    Disclaimer: None of them catch Covid, and the bad things tagged mostly happen to other people.

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    04 Apr 2026

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    He realizes it right before everything goes to shit. He’s just standing there in the loft and Eddie’s handing him Christopher’s backpack and talking about “he’s not that fast” and “order pizza” and Buck sort of stares at him—partly in shock, partly in reverence—and he thinks "I love you." He shoves it down immediately, of course, as far down as it’ll go, but the fact of the matter is, it’s there somewhere, floating around inside of him. He can’t get rid of it now.

    Not that it matters all that much, though, because there’s the whole quitting thing and the lawsuit thing and the argument in the grocery store and by the time he’s given his (re)start date he knows; he well and truly fucked up.

     
    or: another classic post-lawsuit fic. Angst, hurt, some comfort, more angst, more comfort.

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    31 Mar 2026

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    Buck knows it’s not sustainable by the fourth night, when he wakes up sweating and unable to breathe, one hand clutching his ribs where she’d stuck him the first time with the cattle prod and the other reaching to turn on the lamp at his bedside.

    It’s been one week since he got back, so four sleepless nights puts him firmly in the "more bad than good" territory. What the hell is he supposed to do about all this shit? He alluded to therapy when he talked with Eddie at work the other day, but he’s not going to do that. Therapy is totally hit or miss for him. He’s been to two therapists, one was a miss, one a hit, which means he’s due for another miss.

    He’s sure as hell not going to talk to Maddie about it, because that’d be, like, super triggering or something. She just got over her own kidnapping a few years ago. And who else, Eddie? Eddie had a traumatic experience in New Mexico as well; he doesn’t need to be responsible for Buck’s too.

    But the fact of the matter is, something’s got to change. So, Buck decides to start self-medicating.

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    or canon compliant up until s9ep14 (DIY), after that it's just angst and hurt and maybe occasional comfort

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    28 Mar 2026