Mystrade-Lecroft

Find me on ao3 as HMG621. ~~ Mystrade. Harringrove. Tevan (Bucktommy). Britin (Brian/Justin). Viclock. Finnpoe (Stormpilot). Lito/Hernando. Janto. Persephone/Hades.

[cuttlemefishwrites]

Let’s play a game. Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

[sunnywithachanceofbi]

Tuckered Out & Tucked In

this one is for @trombonechurchill who had the prompt "hmmm hmmm maybe an au where both buck and eddie take a spill at the basketball game and tommy offers to take buck home. similar things happen as canon but buck gets to be helped upstairs by Tommy's big strong arms and maybe he's a lil loopy on painkillers too."

[it's under 2000 words, guys, i swear. it's only 1,934]

Somewhere between the pickup game Tommy’d scheduled with Eddie and now, three things have happened.

One, Evan Buckley apparently hates him, judging by the way his eyes spark with ire any time he so much as looks in his direction.

Two, Tommy had wildly misjudged Evan’s friendliness as flirting because the guy is clearly, painfully straight.

And three…

Tommy is pretty sure neither of those things are true.

“Wh’ don’t you l’ke me?” Evan mumbles, voice thick, slurring every syllable like it’s all one word.

Tommy glances over.

Evan’s sprawled across the hospital bed, ER noise humming steadily in the background, one arm tugged into a sling pressed to his chest after getting yanked out of its socket and shoved back in. The morphine is doing work. His eyelids droop heavier with every blink and hauling them back open appears to be a Herculean effort if his grimace is any indication.

“What do you mean?” Tommy asks, careful.

Evan smacks his lips and shifts, wincing and grabbing for his shoulder before giving up and sinking back into the bed.

“Y’took ‘ddie in a hep…helpi…heli…” he frowns, frustrated, then gives up and spins his finger in the air like the blades of a helicopter.

Tommy’s doing his damndest not to smile but it’s a Herculean effort all on its own.

The way Evan’s so open with his feelings, the way his eyes shine like he’s grown straight from the ground itself, effortlessly beautiful only comparable to nature. He breeds a calming energy in a way Tommy can’t really explain.

“I did,” Tommy admits, stepping closer to the bed. Evan perks up – just a little – when Tommy’s within arm’s reach, hand twitching like he wants to reach out and grab onto him.

Evan shrugs and pouts, fingertips tracing against the sheets. “’nd you did karaoke,” he adds, voice thick with betrayal.

“We did,” Tommy says, softer now.

Evan’s pout grows and his brows tilt down, knitting together and creasing at the center. He’s so ridiculously endearing, even in his anger, that Tommy feels a pang in his chest that he’s the reason it’s there.

Evan opens his mouth again, then shuts it, blinking back up at Tommy. His eyes shine, just a little too bright, and Tommy doesn’t wait for that to turn into something worse.

“I wasn’t trying to come between you and Eddie,” Tommy says, dragging a chair closer and sliding into it. Evan exhales and sinks into the pillows just a little more, like Tommy sticking around settles him somehow.  “And Christopher would definitely never forgive me if I tried to replace you. The kid loves you.”

Evan beams at that, head tipping down like he wants to hide his smile. Tommy wishes he wouldn’t, only wants to see it more – see the whole thing wrapped up into his cheeks where it belongs.

“Plus,” Tommy adds, leaning forward a little, “I was hoping to make it up to you. Howie said he’ll take Eddie home if I can give you a ride? Figured I owe you…”

Evan’s head snaps up so fast T Tommy winces preemptively for his shoulder, but he’s nodding and the smile’s getting broader, so Tommy grins, hoping somehow the joy Evan exudes will seep into him. God knows he could use it.

“Y-Yeah,” Evan rushes. “If you don’ mind.”

“Hey, hey – easy,” Tommy says, standing as Evan starts to sit up like he’s about to sprint out of the hospital. Tommy gently nudges him back into the bed and when their skin collides it’s unlike anything else. A jolt, a warm buzz, a heady connection unfamiliar in a way that makes Tommy pause half a second longer than he should.

“We gotta wait for them to discharge you,” he says.

“Oh, s’you’re a doctor too?” Evan slurs, smirking and rolling his eyes dramatically. “Firefighter. Pilot. Army. Doctor. Figures.”

Tommy laughs under his breath and pulls the blanket up over Evan’s chest. It feels oddly intimate, tucking him in like that, but Evan doesn’t seem to mind. He just latches onto Tommy’s hand and drags it along with the blanket, like it belongs there.

Tommy doesn’t argue, instead letting Evan’s heavy eyelids finally stick closed as sleep finally wins out.

It’s three hours before he’s let loose. Another thirty minutes to make it down the ramp and into the truck, because Evan insists he’s fine right up until he nearly eats pavement every third step.

In the passenger seat, Evan tries to stay awake and fails. Tries again, fails harder.

By the third time his head drops and jerks back up, Tommy reaches into the backseat and hands him a hoodie.

“Here,” he says. “It’ll be a little bit, save your neck. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“Th’nks,” Evan murmurs before stuffing the hoodie under his head already half-gone again.

He’s out in under a minute, snoring softly, and Tommy turns the radio down to a low hum as he winds his way slowly towards Evan’s place.

When he pulls into the lot, it takes a hell of a lot for Tommy to reach for Evan and wake him.

He looks so peaceful like this that Tommy would rather let him sleep, lips parted, tension in his brow finally loosened, shoulders slumped where he’s curled against the seat.

Getting him upstairs is…a process.

By the time they make it to the apartment, Evan’s a little more alert but still sways every time they stop. Tommy snags his keys and lets them in, guiding Evan to where he would expect a couch to be, finding only empty space.

“You don’t have a couch?”

Evan shakes his head and huffs, “No. ‘ts a long story.”

Tommy slips him into a kitchen chair instead and starts searching for a glass in the cabinets. He pulls out Evan’s prescription and tips a couple of pills into his palm, sliding them and the full glass of water into Evan’s space.

“Take these. Do you have any ice packs?”

“Fr’zer,” Evan murmurs. He does as he’s told before slumping back in the chair, face pinched in pain.

Tommy rustles around, grabbing an ice pack and towel before turning back to Evan. “Want help getting to bed? I can grab anything you need.”

Evan nods and takes another shaky breath. “Y-Yeah th’d be…yeah.”

Tommy gives him a couple of minutes to rest, refilling his water and collecting everything in his arms. He reaches out and squeezes Evan’s good shoulder when he gets back to the table.

“Come on,” he says. “Then you can sleep until morning.”

They shuffle up the stairs one at a time, slow and careful.  

“I got it,” Evan insists, immediately almost falling backward.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Tommy mutters, sliding an arm around his waist to steady him.

The thing about it is – it fits. It feels right, feels far too easy.  

Like they’ve done this before. Like Tommy knows exactly how much pressure to use, exactly where to hold him so he doesn’t tip.

Tommy shakes the thought loose and re-focuses on getting Evan settled somewhere safe.

“One step at a time,” he murmurs. “No rush.”

Evan leans into him, each breath pressing him closer to Tommy’s side, humming softly. “Y’re so…” His hand presses flat against Tommy’s chest when they reach the top step.

“Strong,” he decides. “An’ beefy.”

Tommy’s been called a lot of things, but he doesn’t think beefy has made the list quite yet.

He laughs and moves Evan toward the bed. “Beefy?”

“Yeah,” Evan says, deeply serious as he drops onto it. “An’…you’re so…”

Tommy starts to adjust the pillows so Evan will be upright, pressed against them at the head of his bed. After a moment, he glances at Evan, making sure he didn’t drift off again. His eyes are glazed, cheeks rosy.

The pain meds are definitely doing their job.

“So…?”

Evan sighs and licks his lips, thinking.

“How’re you so pretty?” he asks finally. “An’ strong? Boys aren’t s’pposed to be pretty.”

Tommy pauses then smiles despite himself, heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. “Yeah?”

Evan nods like it’s obvious, already tugging off his shorts one-handed. Tommy helps him into sweats, steadying him as he grips loosely to Tommy’s shoulders.

“’nd you took ‘ddie to Vegas. And karaoke,” Evan says again, circling back like it’s important. “But I wanna do stuff with you. ‘nd look at your pretty face.”

Tommy can’t stop it, the full-throated laugh that climbs his chest and worms its way out untouched. How could he want anything to do with Tommy?

Tommy doesn’t mind saying it – he’s boring.

He does the same hobbies he always has, watches the news every night, makes sure his training hours are turned in early every year, wears work boots on dates.

And Evan is…adorable and sweet and infinitely charming. He’s so hungry to learn that it makes Tommy want to learn everything about Evan and the world around him.

“You do?”

It’s so easy between them, the rhythm of their shared touch, the way they move with one another. Instinctive and ingrained.

“’course I do,” Evan says. “’nd I kinda wanna kiss you.”

Tommy’s busy slipping Evan’s shoulder back into the sling, careful and delicate so he doesn’t feel an ounce of discomfort. The words startle him into stillness, just for a second, but he recovers quickly, kneeling and pulling a pair of socks over Evan’s bare feet.

When he finishes, he stays there, looking up.

Evan’s pout is gone and the shimmer of the sun sparks against his blue eyes and it happens before he can stop himself. Tommy doesn’t think before he moves, leaning in for a small, chaste kiss. One that feels natural and warm and every bit as peaceful as he’d imagined.

Butterflies climb up his ribs and into his chest and they stay there, just a moment longer, before Tommy pulls back, thumb brushing over Evan’s cheek.

“All you had to do was ask.”

Evan’s looking up at Tommy like he’s the last one on earth. Like the world outside has ceased to exist and this pocket of time is only for them.

“C’n we do that again?”

Tommy laughs softly, guiding him back against the pillows, adjusting them until he’s comfortable. He leans down and presses another gentle kiss to Evan’s lips and Evan hums into it, lips curling into a smile Tommy can feel more than see.

By the time Tommy pulls back, he’s already drifting, words slurring into sleep.

“Th’nks…f-for the ride. An’ the…kissing and stuff.”

Tommy smooths the blanket over Evan and holds his hand there so he can feel Evan’s breaths start to even out.

“Anytime,” he says. “I’ll call you. Take you on a date that doesn’t involve catastrophic injury.”

Evan lets out a sleepy huff of a laugh. “M’free.”

“You don’t know when I–”

“Doesn’t m’tter. I’ll be there,” Evan says, voice growing softer each word until he starts to snore again.

Tommy lingers a second longer, tucking the ice pack into place, setting the water within reach.

On his way out, he grabs a scrap of paper from the table and jots something quick, jogging up the stairs and sliding it under the glass.

Call if you need anything. Looking forward to our date. It’s been 0 days since Evan’s last injury (let’s get a good streak going). – Tommy

He pauses at the steps and glances back once more at Evan – soft, safe, still smiling in his sleep – and reminds himself not to fall too hard before they’ve even gone on a date.

[mystrade-lecroft]

I've been watching the Olympics and of course playing with different Bucktommy headcanons and I keep having Maddie and Buck being pairs figure skaters and one of the US ice dancing pairs are named Evan and Maddie and IT'S NOT NOT HELPING

[mystrade-lecroft]

I've been watching the Olympics and of course playing with different Bucktommy headcanons and I keep having Maddie and Buck being pairs figure skaters and one of the US ice dancing pairs are named Evan and Maddie and IT'S NOT NOT HELPING

[mystrade-lecroft]

Opt au idea -

Person A: "I'm gonna get this person to fall in love with me sorta stockholm syndrome style"

Person B: "Oh honey, I'm not locked in here with you, you're locked in here with me"

[hmg621]

I was reading a list of all the full moons for this year and apparently July 29 is gonna be a "buck moon" and I just needed to spread that awareness

[hmg621]

At least Martin uses a van!

[bookwyrminspiration]

I engage with fiction in a normal way. don’t look at my blog

[mystrade-lecroft]

Now I'm not saying Buck should show up at karaoke trivia and sing "Take a Chance on Me" by Abba while making meaningful eye contact with Tommy.....

But I'm not not saying that

[mystrade-lecroft]

Has this been done before?

Stripper!Tommy and bartender!Buck meeting/working at the same club (and obvi falling in love)

[mystrade-lecroft]

Okay I might flush this out later but here's my au first meeting idea:

Buck shows up to work and starts kinda yelling at Chimney about setting him and Tommy up on a blind date but not telling Buck he was setting them up on a blind date, and Hen comes over like

"Woah hold up. You did it again?"

And Buck's like

"Did it again?! Did what again?!"

And Hen tells him about how she and Karen met in the same way

And Chimney is like

"Yes and are you or are you not married with two children? My success rate is 100%"

And Hen shouts

"It worked once!"

But Chimney just smiles and turns to Buck and asks

"When are you seeing him again?"

And Buck stands there a moment literally biting his tongue before he says

"Wednesday"

And storms off with Chimney shouting after him

"You're welcome!"

[mystrade-lecroft]

It’s 11:59pm when Buck walks into the lounge area of the harbor firehouse.

“Incoming,” Lucy whispers to Tommy, nudging him with her elbow.

Tommy looks up from watching the tv the crew is gathered around. Before he can say anything, Buck grabs him by the arm and starts pulling him out of the lounge.

“Ev- Buck. I’m at work,” Tommy says, as Buck stops them in the open hanger.

“And I need to talk to you, and I have forty seconds to do it,” Buck replies quickly, checking his watch. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

“What?”

“Tell me you don’t want me. Your speech before was about how I wasn’t going to want you, which isn’t true, by the way. But you didn’t give me the chance to say that before you walked out. So tell me you don’t want me.”

“Ev- Bu- I- I don- I-” Tommy stutters in response.

“Tell me!” Buck demands.

“What do you want me to say?” Tommy snaps.

Buck pauses.

“You know what they say about New Year’s? They say that if you kiss someone at midnight, you’ll be kissing them for the rest of the year.”

“I…” Tommy hesitates, turning his head away.

The crew starts to shout the countdown along with the tv.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” Buck says once more, giving Tommy a stern look. “Six… Five…”

“I can’t want you,” Tommy whispers, still not looking at Buck.

Three

“To hell with that,” Buck says, shaking his head.

Two

Buck takes a step closer to Tommy and grabs the side of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His other hand settles on the small of Tommy’s back.

One

Tommy lets out a surprised sound as his mouth meets Buck’s. After a moment, he moves his hands to Buck’s face and hip, and kisses back. The crew and tv are all shouting “Happy New Year”, but neither of them can really hear it.

When they pull apart, Tommy sees the determination that was in Buck’s eyes fade, leaving behind vulnerability. Vulnerability and hope. Tommy caresses Buck’s cheek with his thumb.

“Evan,” he starts before being interrupted by the klaxon.

“Be safe,” Buck says as he lets go so Tommy can do his job.

Tommy runs towards the helicopters.

“I’m gonna call you tomorrow,” Buck calls after him, sternly.

Tommy turns his head and nods, smiling as he gets in the helicopter.

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[honestlynervousnut]

•You can't just leave like this• ｡⁠*⁠♡

(inspiration hit me around 1AM plus I've been wanting to do a helicopter crash fic)

One cold night in Los Angeles, down the middle of the freeway the blaring lights of an ambulance could be heard making its way quickly between the vehicles.

After a whole day of intense searching, the helicopter of the 217 had been found with only one person on the inside: The pilot Thomas Kinard, who was now being taken to the hospital after being miraculously found alive.

His injuries were serious -a gash in his head, multiple bruises and a large piece of glass protruding from his belly and lodged in his pancreas- They had put him on an oxygen label to help with his breathing difficulty.

Buck, Eddie, Chim and Maddie were on the ambulance while Hen assisted Tommy, Buck was clinging to Tommy's hand -And he was unable to let go-

"T-Tommy, Tommy Hey...Hey look at me, Hey!" Buck cries giving Tommy's face light slaps trying to get him to stay awake "Come ooon....p-pleaassee" He sobs placing a hand over Tommy's wound trying to stop the hemorrhage. "Don't leave... don't leave me now please...."

Tommy was pale, cold, disoriented and confused as he looked around the ambulance. But that stopped the moment he locked eyes with Maddie. Maddie clocked that.

"M-m....Maaa...." Tommy muttered weakly reaching out for her.

When Maddie realized he was trying to talk to her she quickly got Up and got closer to Tommy.

"Hey...." She said softly as she grabbed his hand "Hey yeah Its me im here... don't worry"

Tommy smiled weakly

"Momma...." He muttered.

The blood from both Buckley siblings froze from the shock.

"No...." Whispered Buck with a hand on his mouth "No....no...nonononono...." He sobbed realizing what that meant, Tommy was in the delirium phase.

It broke Maddie's heart to see the man who, despite not being married to her brother, had been her brother-in-law for a whole year like this, but right now she couldn't fail him, she couldn't deny this to Tommy, so she wiped away her tears, sighed and spoke to him.

"Y-yes...im here hun....im here don't worry..." She said softly stroking Tommy's hair to calm him down, to what his smile just widened.

"I-I did It mom..." He chuckled as a tear rolled down his cheek "I told you I could do It"

"What did you do?" Maddie asked.

Tommy looked at her.

"I finally have a family...." He whispered excited.

Buck and Chim sobbed even more.

Maddie, Hen and Eddie tried to hold the tears in but were failing miserably.

Maddie smiled at Tommy.

"That's.... that's great honey...I-I knew you could do It....god im so proud of you..."

Tommy chuckled but winced from the pain.

"Mom....It hurts....this hurts...." Tommy sobbed lowly tightening his grip around Maddie's hand.

"I know son....I know It hurts" she said stroking his knuckles "But you have to stay strong....for your family! C'mon you can't leave them right now...not like this....you still have a lot left to do!" She remembered him.

Tommy looked at the roof of the ambulance for a few seconds as if he were remembering and then looked back at Maddie.

"Mom...Can you give Evan a message?"

Buck looked at Tommy, Maddie gave him a quick glance before answering.

"Of course hun....what is It?"

"Tell him.... that I love him...and that the only....thing I regret not having done in this life....Is marrying him..." Tommy smiled.

When we arrived at the hospital, the doors of the ambulance opened wide and the doctors took the stretcher with Tommy inside the hospital.

Buck didn't even have time to respond, he collapsed in the ambulance and started crying loudly. Everyone on the ambulance hugged him.

[mystrade-lecroft]

I can't stop thinking about this fic

[rockhoochie]

I rarely shit post, but the internet is really on point with me today...

[hmg621]

This feels like what's been happening with the b*ddie jerks. To everyone in the Bucktommy fandom, please keep creating!!!

[mystrade-lecroft]

Hi @honestlynervousnut , your post wouldn't leave me alone so I had to write this.

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"911, what's your emergency?"

"215 Griffith street. I need the police," he said, trying to stay calm.

"Can you tell me the nature of your emergency, sir?"

"He's not supposed to be here. I have a restraining order," he said more to himself than to the dispatcher

"Is someone in your house, sir?" The dispatcher asked.

"My ex-boyfriend."

"The police are on their way. Are you somewhere safe?"

"I'm in the master bathroom. I locked the bedroom door and the bathroom door. But it's only a matter of time before he breaks them down," he says, getting into the shower to give himself an illusion of safety.

"The police are coming. Can you tell me your name?"

"Tommy."

"Are you hurt, Tommy?"

"My shoulder's dislocated."

"I'm sending an ambulance to your location"

Tommy heard the bedroom door crash open.

"Shit. He's in the bedroom now," Tommy said as banging started in the bathroom door.

"The police are almost there. Help is coming."

Tommy knew the dispatcher was trained to stay calm. To be a helpful, comforting voice in a crisis. But he also knew the bathroom door wasn't going to hold very long. He shouldn't have trapped himself, he thought, especially not hurt as he was. Hindsight is always 20-20.

"LAPD get on the ground," a voice shouted from the other room.

"Tommy? Tommy, are you still there? The police are there. You're safe now," the voice in his ear said as he heard the police wrestling his ex away from the door and to the ground.

"Thank you," he sighed and hung up the phone.

---

Hen and Chimney were first through the front door after the police led the assailant to a squad car.

"Dispatch said the caller was in the master bathroom," Bobby called out to them as they headed deeper into the house. "I'm going to watch and make sure the squad car leaves before they bring him out," he said to Buck and Eddie as they stood in the living room. "You two stay here and help where needed."

Buck and Eddie nodded as Bobby headed back out the front door.

---

"LAFD," Chimney said calmly as he knocked on the bathroom door. "Sir, can you please unlock the door so we can come in?"

They heard the door unlock, but it didn't open. Hen slowly turned the knob and opened the door, revealing Tommy now sitting on the closed toilet lid, cradling his arm with two cuts on his cheek.

"Of all the fire houses," Tommy says as they stand in the doorway.

Hen and Chimney exchange a look of surprise and move towards him.

"Dispatch said it was your shoulder?" Chimney asks.

"Yeah. Dislocated when..." Tommy looks away and clears him throat. "I just need you to pop it back in."

"Tommy-"

"Howie."

"Okay," Chimney nods and moves Tommy's arm into position. "On three. One," Chimney yanks Tommy's arm, popping the bone back into the socket, as Tommy screams.

---

Eddie and Buck didn't have anything to do until given orders, so they decided the least they could do was to clear some of the debris to make a path for when Hen and Chimney came back out with the patient. Eddie picks up the shattered picture frame and freezes.

"Uhh... Buck?"

"Yeah?"

Eddie turns towards Buck, showing him the photo of Buck and Tommy at the beach underneath the broken glass.

"Tommy?" Buck whispers, looking at the photo, just before they hear a scream.

---

"Okay. Time for a trip to the hospital," Chimney says, helping Tommy stand up.

"Fine, but I'm not getting on a gurney."

They all step into the bedroom when Tommy pauses.

"Tell me Evan isn't here," Tommy says to his friends.

"Tommy?" He hears Buck call from the hallway.

Tommy sighs as the footsteps get closer.

"I'm fine," Tommy says as Buck stops in the bedroom doorway.

"Yeah," Chimney interjects. "We're just gonna take a little ride in the ambulance."

Buck stands in silence as Hen and Chimney herd Tommy past him and out of the room. As they approach the front door, Tommy pauses again.

"The police have already left. They'll meet you at the hospital to take your statement," Bobby says from the other side of the open door.

Tommy nods and follows Bobby to the ambulance, Buck following closely behind. As Tommy gets in and sits on the bench rather than the gurney, Buck hesitates. Bobby catches his eye and gestures with his head for Buck to get in. Buck does and sits next to Tommy on the bench, Hen and Chimney both sitting in the front. Bobby closes the doors, pounds twice, and the ambulance pulls away.

---

The ambulance is quiet. Buck doesn't know what to say. He just keeps staring at Tommy.

"I don't want to talk about it yet," Tommy said, his head still resting back against the rig.

Buck nodded, "Okay."

Buck faced forward again to give Tommy some space. He and Tommy haven't been seeing each other that long and the first time he's been inside Tommy's house is responding to a call. Not just any call but a domestic violence response. Tommy was attacked in his home by his ex-boyfriend. Buck doesn't know how long the guy had been in the house but he saw the damage he had already caused. If the police hadn't gotten there when they did, it could've been a lot worse. Tommy could've been-

Buck is pulled from his spiral when the ambulance doors open. He hops out of the ambulance and helps Tommy down.

"Please don't come in with me," Tommy says, letting go of Buck's hand.

Buck again stands in silence as he watches Tommy walk past him into the hospital.

---

Buck isn't sure how long he's been sitting in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, but it feels like years. After Tommy went into the hospital, Buck went back with the ladder truck to the firehouse. He had intended to finish the rest of his shift, but Bobby knew he wasn't in the right headspace to work anymore today, so he sent him to get changed and go home. Of course, everyone knew he wouldn't be going home.

He shot up when he saw Tommy coming through the interior doors, two small bandages on his face and his arm in a sling.

"You're supposed to still be on shift," Tommy said in lieu of a greeting, stopping in front of Buck.

"Bobby let me off early," Buck replied. "He knew all I was going to do was worry about you. Doesn't make for a very useful firefighter. I went back to the firehouse to change and get my car so I could drive you home."

"I still don't want to talk about it with you yet," Tommy said, looking down and away.

"That's still okay. We don't have to talk about it. But I want to make sure you know I'm here. Whatever you need."

Tommy nodded but still didn't look at Buck.

"Have you talked to the police yet?"

"They took my statement while I was back there," Tommy gestured with his head over his shoulder.

"Okay. Good. So-"

"Evan you don't have to be here. You don't have to do anything. I'm fine."

"Hey," Buck took a few steps closer. "I'm not scared off, I don't think less of you, or whatever else you think is about to make me walk away from you. I'm here. I want to be here. For you. With you. If you'll let me be."

Tommy looked up at Buck, tears brimming.

"I still don't want to talk about it yet."

"That's still okay," Buck insists.

Buck moves to wrap his arms gently around Tommy. Tommy pulls his good arm around Buck and buries his face in the crook of Buck's neck, letting a few tears finally fall.

"I've got you." Buck kisses Tommy's forehead, "Let me take you home."

Tommy nods, pulling away.

Buck keeps his arm around Tommy and leads them out of the hospital.

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