Got Chapter 2 of my Buck/Severide fic up!
Two months had passed, and Buck still found himself in Chicago, now having taken a near permanent residency sleeping on Kelly’s couch - no longer sleeping at Casey’s. How that had happened, no one was exactly sure, but so long as he had a bed (or couch) Buck wasn’t complaining.
Buck still didn’t have an actual job in the city beyond helping Casey out with whatever construction job he needed Buck’s limited skill set for, or going out with Kelly in his boat, which wasn’t all that often right now considering the weather, but they had been a couple times now.
Honestly, Buck wasn’t exactly sure why these guys, especially Kelly, were keeping him around. He and Shay never asked Buck for any money, not even asking for groceries. And whenever Buck offered some, both him and Shay would just refuse to accept it.
Casey still paid Buck for the days he worked for him, so when Buck looked at his bank balance now, he had more money than he had before he left Hershey. He was by no means set for life or anything, but a couple weeks, maybe months? He’d be fine - probably.
It had turned out that his Jeep needed a lot more than one week for everything to get fixed. It actually needed about two months. And Buck couldn’t exactly complain or blame anyone. Some of the delay was due to parts being sold out and needing to wait for them. And Andy was still helping him for free, so again, he couldn’t complain.
Now that the Jeep was fixed however, Buck was left not knowing where to go next. He was pretty sure the job that had been waiting for him in Iowa was long gone now, and he wasn’t keen on going anywhere without any sort of plan.
So Buck supposed he had no real reason to leave right now. He liked the people here, and he supposed he had a job, even if it was kind of under the table. He was also pretty certain he wouldn’t wind back sleeping inside his Jeep as long as he didn’t piss Kelly or Shay off.
But at the same time, this living situation certainly couldn’t be considered ‘permanent.’ He was sleeping on a couch that had his feet hanging off the edge and his head using the armrest for a pillow. He really needed to figure out how to fix this. But first things first-