Married Tevan AU pre transfer and pre Buck joining the 118:
Tommy doesn’t say anything, just walks in one day with a wedding band. Slips it off and puts it in a box in his locker. He asks to speak to Bobby because he needs to update his paperwork.
Bobby is shocked when he learns why Tommy needs to update his paperwork. But respects his wishes to not say anything.
This continues for a few days and it takes a minute before anyone clocks the wedding band. And Tommy doesn’t really offer much up until Howie says something about dating and everyone is chipping in their advice. Tommy gives his opinion as they’re getting ready to leave for the day.
“And what would you know about relationships, Tommy?” Chinned asked with a chuckle, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you mention a girlfriend.”
“That’s because I’m married,” he said, overly exaggerating putting his wedding band on. Then promptly left.
The 118 hounds him in the next few shifts, but he remains tight lipped about it. He knows there’s a betting pool going. He ignores it. He has a husband to get home to.
The others try and get him to bring his spouse to after work drinks, but Tommy always has an excuse ready. Every now and then Tommy still joins them, but he just smirks and remains tight lipped about his spouse.
Then, when Buck gets close to graduating from the academy, Tommy goes to Bobby’s office.
“I need to put in for a transfer, Captain,” Tommy said. Bobby glanced up in surprise and sat back.
“I don’t have a problem with that, but, do you mind if I ask why?” He asked. Tommy gave him an amused smile.
“Well, I read the handbook, or rather my husband did, and we can’t work the same shift at the same firehouse,” he said.
“Okay?” Bobby asked, looking by confused.
Tommy clasped his hands, elbows resting on the metal arms of the chair, as he leaned forward, “Bobby, you hired my husband as your new probie,” he said.
“I…. Oh, I did. I thought the name was familiar?” Bobby sighed and sat back. “Tommy, I’m sorry. I can figure something out. I’m surprised it all went through.” Tommy was already shaking his head, no.
“I, uh, I might have something to do with that,” Tommy sighed. Bobby raised his eyebrows, before Tommy continued, “I’ve been interested in getting back in the skies. I’ve been talking to Harbor, and… they may have an opening coming up.”
“Oh!” Bobby looked surprised, before he relaxed and smiled softly at Tommy, “you’ve been wanting to do this for awhile. I saw you asked for the transfer and training a couple years back.”
“Yeah, uh,” Tommy hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. he wasn’t proud of his actions during Gerard. He’d had several people in his life set him straight in his comments and actions, or non action, during that time, especially Evan who had been incredibly disappointed.
“It uh, didn’t work out that time,” Tommy explained, “but I also kind of just blindly put out the application then. I’ve talked to the captain, figured out the process, and that there’s actually a spot that’s going to be available soon.”
“Well,” Bobby said with a smile, “I’m happy for you Tommy. And, I can’t say that it doesn’t make things easier for me. If you wanted to stick around, of course I’d figure it out. And you’ll be missed around here.”
“Thank you, Bobby, and,” Tommy tilted his head slightly, “I think it’s also good timing. Evan will be a good fit here. And I know the 118 will take care of him.” He raised his eyebrows challengingly and Bobby chuckled, raising his hands up in surrender.
“Of course, we will.” He said, “does this mean you’re finally going to tell everyone?”
“Not yet, we still have a few weeks to get through,” Tommy said with a smirk.
“Just let me know when you’re ready,” Bobby said. Tommy nodded and stood up. The two men shook hands, before Tommy went back to rejoin the rest of the 118.
There were a few weeks of overlap of Tommy and Buck at the 118. But they worked different shifts. Tommy had offered to work as a floater for whatever houses needed extra hands, but the 118 had balked at that idea. So Buck worked for C shift, and Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle at Evan’s shadow that lived at the 118, before he was even introduced to A shift.
Tommy’s last day came, and still, the new probie didn’t show up. Bobby raised an inquisitive eyebrow, but Tommy only smirked and said his goodbyes.
He waited until Evan had completed his first shift with the 118, and Tommy himself had had his first day of classes he had to take for the new certifications he needed to work at Harbor.
He walked back into the 118, as they wrapped up the shift.
“They kick you out already, Tommy?” Chimney called with a shit eating grin.
“He probably just forgot something,” Hen said.
“Or, he came to check on the new probie,” Bobby said knowingly.
Tommy only smiled and waited until he saw a familiar tangle of long limbs. Buck finally glanced around to see what was going on. To everyone’s surprise, his face broke out in a grin and he all but ran to tackle Tommy in a hug.
“Hey baby, have a good first shift?” Tommy asked.
“What?!”
“He’s yours wife?!”
“When did this happen?!”
“It’s nice to finally see you two together.”
The 118 had a variety of reactions. And, okay, Tommy might should have corrected the gender assumptions a while ago, he knew he was going to get the 10th degree from Hen and Karen about that. But he just hadn’t felt like it at the time.
At the last comment, from Bobby, everyone turned to him.
“You knew?!” They asked.
“I did have to approve both of their paperwork,” Bobby said with a shrug.
Overall, Tommy was pretty pleased with his surprise. And Evan had been given the opportunity to give his own impression, before it was colored with the information of who his husband was. Tommy was ready for this new chapter to start.
shane cries like he doesnt want anyone to notice hes crying and ilya cries like he knows no one is coming to comfort him and ilya always notices and shane always comforts and the cycle is fucking broken
Listen. Do I love this donor baby storyline? No. Was that kid adorable and did I fall in love immediately? Yes. And since it's Fuck It Friday, I wrote this. I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @bangpop91
The alarms go off and the whole of the 217 ground crew is on the move, tugging on their turn outs and booking it for the rigs. Tommy has been maxed out on flight hours for half a shift so he joins in the melee, claiming the seat behind Captain Melton before the engine pulls out of the bay, sirens blaring. They're enroute to an elementary school and the fear and concern in the truck is thick enough to cut with a knife.
They're halfway to the loctation when dispatch calls and informs them that there is no fire, just a student who got a little too curious about the red box they were told never to touch.
"Keep the sirens on," Melton instructs the driver.
"Cap–" Tommy starts, but Melton waves a hand.
"No one's going to get in trouble, Kinard. We're just going to remind our young citizens about the importance of fire safety."
The whole school is gathered on the little patch of grass considered a track field when the engine pulls in.
"Kinard, with me. Everyone else, hang back and make us look good."
Tommy follows Melton across the parking lot to the field where a woman who Tommy assumes is the principal is waiting. Another woman is standing nearby, holding the hand of a little boy with what can only be described as a shit eating grin across his face.
"I am so, so sorry," The principal says, shaking Melton's hand with both of hers. "We constantly remind our students that the fire alarm is only for emergencies and that they should never touch it without express permission from a teacher. But..." She glances over her shoulder and bites her lip. "Unfortunately, one of our friends got to it before we could remind him of the protocols. His guardian has been contacted and is on the way."
"Relax, Ma'am," Melton says, that rare southern charm slipping into his accent as he pats her hand. "It's not uncommon for a child to get to curious or push the limits. We juat want to be sure this doesn't happen again unless there is a real emergency. And we'd like to talk to your little friend, if that's okay."
"I had a feeling you would," She replies, her expression shifting from apologetic to diplomatic. "Would it be alright if I sent everyone else back to class now?"
"Of course," Melton replies, with a diplomatic smile of his own. Tommy recognizes it as the one he uses with higher brass and difficult landlords. "I think a point was made."
She nods and shakes Melton's hand again before retreating toward the field.
"Ms. Shepard, if you could please take Theo to my office," Tommy hears her say before moving further and addressing the rest of the school.
Melton gives the rest of the crew instructions to return to the station, since the non-emergency truck has driven to the school by one of the other pilots. Their shift was nearly over, and there was no need for everyone to hang around to give a kindergartener a talking to. Tommy isn't really sure why Melton wants him to hang back, but he has a feelkng it's because of the not so subtle hints he's been dropping about retirement. They settle into a small waiting area outside of the office, where the secretary gives them a tight lipped but polite smile. They aren't waiting long before the door buzzes and Tommy's breath catches in his throat when Evan Buckley hurries inside, fumbling his wallet out of his pocket.
"Um, hi, I'm Evan Buckley. I'm here for–"
"We know who you are. Mr. Buckley," The secretary assures. Tommy can't help but notice the smile she gives him is much more genuine and that she's sitting up straighter in her desk chair. "Theo and Mrs. Johnson are waiting for you in her office. Right this way."
Evan nods and turns to follow her. His eyes widen slightly when he catches sight of Tommy and his captain waiting just behind him. He stands there staring for a moment too long, parts his lips like he wants to say something, but then hurries down the short hall to the office. Melton lets out a low whistle.
"I think you can handle this one," He says, slapping Tommy on the shoulder as he stands.
"What? No. You can't –"
"Sir?" Melton slips out the door when Tommy instinctively turns his head to the secretary. "They're ready for you, too."
Alright. Okay. He can totally do this. He just needs to professionally explain the importance of a fire alarm to a little kid.
A little kid who has the same mischievous little grin as Evan. Who is apparently in Evan's custody.
What the fuck could possibly go wrong?
The principal stands when Tommy enters the office.
"Thank you for waiting, Mister...?"
"Kinard. Uh, Tommy. Tommy is fine."
"Tommy." The diplomatic smile again as she sits. "I'm, again, very sorry that you had to come all this way because of our...little misunderstanding."
"Yeah." Evan rubs the back of his neck anxiously. "Theo and I had a very long talk before he started school about there being certain things that he's not allowed to touch. Especially the fire alarm."
"I just wanted to see what would happen!" Theo's voice is sweet and earnest, but the gleam in his eyes betrays him. Evan gives him a look that's mildly exasperated but mostly fond.
"I told you what would happen," He chides gently. "Very seriously and in detail."
The mental image of Evan sitting with this boy, using a toy fire truck and an assortment of voices to playact this exact moment fills Tommy's mind, unbidden. It makes his heart ache and race in tandem. Theo gives Evan a look of his own.
"But I wanted to see."
"Theo," Tommy says, turning to face the boy directly. "I know it's hard sometimes. There's something right there in your reach and people keep saying you're not allowed to touch it. You got curious. But you have to understand, when you pull that alarm, a lot of people come running. Everything was just fine this time, but there's always a chance that somewhere else, someone could be in trouble and need those people that came running to you, but we can't be in two places at the same time."
Theo stares at him for a long moment, then ducks his head.
"Okay."
"Anything else you want to say?" Evan asks, nudging him gently.
"I'm sorry I broke the rules, Mrs. Johnson," Theo says, miserably. It sounds like a well rehearsed line. "I'm sorry, Mr. Tommy."
"We'll call it square as long as you promise only to pull the alarm if there's a real emergency. Deal?" Tommy holds out his hand. Theo eyes it distrustfully for a moment before laying his little palm against his.
"Deal."
"Thank you, Mr. Kinard," The principal says, her tone full of false warmth. "Theo, why don't you go sit with Miss Amelia for a moment. I need to speak your...with Mr. Buckley."
Evan ruffles Theo's hair before he stands up. Tommy holds the door open for him, assuming that he's dimissed as well. He can hear Evan making hurried apologies as he steps into the hall.
"I know Theo has had a very hard year, Mr. Buckley. But our policy states–"
The door clicks closed and Tommy is left looking at Theo, seated next to secretary staring at his shoes as he kicks his feet idly. A small backpack is sitting in the floor beside him, making it clear what the school policy is.
He feels a little foolish, digging to his uniform pocket to fish out one of the shiny badge stickers he carries with him in case they get a call involving a kid, Theo obviously has an endless supply of them available to him, but he kneels down and holds it out to him anyway. Theo looks up at him and takes it with a grin. Tommy stands and pats his head, then nods at the secretary before walking back out to the parking lot. Evan and Theo aren't far behind him, and he supposes that's a good thing because Melton and the truck are gone.
"Hey," Evan says sheepishly, holding tightly to Theo's hand, even as the boy tries to tug himself loose. "I really am sorry about this. You would think the kid has had his fill of firefighters by now." Tommy shrugs.
"Ah, he's not the first kid that's ever done it. I'm sure he won't be the last either." There's a moment of silence. "So, uh, this is new."
"Yeah, it's kind of a long story."
"I have time," Tommy says akwardly. "I think my ride was a little eager to start his weekend. Would it be weird if I asked you to drop me back by Harbor?"
Evan smiles and gestures to his truck, scooping Theo up to carry him the reat of the way across the parking lot.
It turns out, there isn't much of a chance to talk with a five year old in the car. It takes Evan almost five minutes to wrestle him into his carseat and get the straps buckled across his chest, then before he can start engine Theo is requesting that he play 'the song about the beach.' When Evan tries to start a conversation, Theo complains that he can't hear the music. Evan sighs and gives a 'what can you do' look. Tommy smiles and turns up the radio. The rest of the ride is mostly silent, save for Theo humming in the backseat. When Tommy glances back at him, he sees the sticker he gave him is now stuck to the window glass beside his carseat, reflecting little rainbows across his cheek as he bobs his head.
When they get back to Tommy's station, Evan tells Theo to sit tight while he says goodbye to his friend. Theo gives a silent thumbs up, eyes fixed on the book he's pulled out of his backpack.
"Thanks for taking it easy on him," Evan says quietly. "He really is a good kid, he's just been through a lot. We're working on it."
"Is he...?" Evan nods.
"Yeah. I mean...Yes. But it's not–"
"Whoops."
Evan spins around. Through the rolled down window, Tommy sees that Theo is now covered in the contents of the smoothie drink that he pilfered from his lunch box.
"Oh fuck," Evan says softly. He turns back to Tommy. "I gotta..."
"Of course." Evan looks like he wants to say more, but he steps back and turns to deal with the mess. "Evan?"
"Yeah?"
"Maybe you could tell me about everything over dinner?" Evan's smile is hesitant, and there's a touch of sadness to it.
"Unless you want a dinner for three at my house, I don't think I'll be free for a while."
Tommy watches as Theo valiantly attempts to lick a drop of smootie away from the tip of his nose.
Shane: Hmm
Ilya: hmm?
Shane: hmm, hmm
Ilya: hmm
Shane and Ilya: *Nodding at each other*
Troy: Did they… understand each other?
Scott: They are the First Husbands of Hockey , of course they understood each other.
Hayden: They also share the same braincell
Say you break your ankle. You could know everything there is to know intellectually about the injury. Even with this vast knowledge, you will still experience physical pain.
Now take this logic and apply it to things like ADHD, autism, clinical depression, and other less visible/divergent disabilities. You cannot think your way out of feeling.
That is to say: you are not a bad, lazy, or selfish person for struggling, even if you know why you are struggling.
Say you break your ankle. You could know everything there is to know intellectually about the injury. Even with this vast knowledge, you will still experience physical pain.
Now take this logic and apply it to things like ADHD, autism, clinical depression, and other less visible/divergent disabilities. You cannot think your way out of feeling.
That is to say: you are not a bad, lazy, or selfish person for struggling, even if you know why you are struggling.
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