Five Stages

Hi! This is a speculation fic for 8x15 and 8x16, so it includes spoilers from those episodes, about a certain beloved character's fate. If you don't want to be spoiled or read speculation about that, please pass this on by. Otherwise, I hope you guys like it.

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bucktommy - words: 4.9k - rating: M - complete

cw: Major character death, grief, implied sexual content, 5 +1, hopeful ending.

Or: Five times Tommy helps Buck with his grief and one time it's his turn. SPOILERS AND SPECULATION FOR EPISODES 8x15 and 8x16!

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9-1-1 8x14 - “SICK DAY”

Screaming Color

Buck sits on the couch in the firehouse and watches as one by one, everyone leaves. 

Athena is the first to go; May and Harry crowding around her as a shield, but letting her walk out under her own steam, head held high. As if she would ever have it any other way. 

Eddie has to get to the airport, Chris has a thing back in El Paso that Eddie has to be back for. He gives Buck a hug that Buck barely feels; all the color has drained out of the world and his nerves have all gone numb. 

Ravi takes him instead of making him call an Uber. 

Maddie and Chim walk out with Jee swinging between them, her black dress twirling just a little bit less than it normally would. She doesn't quite comprehend what's wrong, but she knows that something is, and she's tamped down her her normal exuberance. 

Hen and Karen and Denny and Mara walk away together. Hen's arms are around Mara's shoulders, talking quietly to her while Mara cries and tries to hide it. She may not have known Bobby well, but she's had too much loss in her young life already. 

Buck cleaned the firehouse kitchen until it was spotless. Packed away all the leftovers and community donated food for the upcoming shifts. He'd made chilli, and carefully tucked the box of cocoa powder back into Bobby's hiding spot when he was done. There's a few tablespoons left, but he'll never use this can again; he'll buy a new one next week. 

When all traces of everything have been carefully put back to normal, Buck sits on the couch. 

He's alone. 

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Tags: MCD (based off of spoilers), hurt/comfort. Just some Tommy comforting Evan in the direct aftermath of losing Bobby.

They didn't have time to talk about what they were, or what they wanted to be. There was too much going on, danger all around them, federal agents and military personnel willing to shoot them out of the sky.

There was a moment, briefly, where Buck cleared his throat and said, "I know now's not the time, but I- I wasn't saying I didn't have feelings for, um, for you... Just thought you should know that." Tommy had nodded, but didn't have time to respond. He was a little busy evading the law.

And then Bobby. Bobby didn't make it out of the building with everyone else. Bobby came out later, in a body bag, with Buck still screaming and sobbing and begging for it to be a dream.

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