When Buck and Eddie get married, Maddie walks Buck down the aisle and Chris walks Eddie. Chris’ best man speech has the entire reception laughing, and when Maddie gets up and toasts to Buck they both cry. Both of Eddie’s sisters fly out and entertain with stories of Eddie as a child, the moments he let himself be silly with them. Buck does a speech for Chris specifically, who despite being sixteen doesn’t protest Buck’s reminiscing on seven year old Chris. Eddie finally cries when Buck gets their guests to toast to Shannon at the end of his Chris speech. The newlyweds dance into the night and get sloppy drunk and refuse to leave each others side, to the point that around midnight Hen finds Eddie slumped outside the bathroom waiting for Buck to get out. Eddie laughs and says, I’m waiting for my husband,” and lets himself feel how right that is.
took a break from my crochet project tonight to write a silly little thing inspired by a convo with @monsterrae1 @strawlessandbraless and @theeternalghost. if I had more time i'd flesh it out but right now all you get is... this. in all its unedited and underdeveloped glory.
Dean meets buddietommy on a case | 1,045 words
Dean knocks on the door of the modest LA home. The police sergeant, Athena Grant, gave him the address after he interviewed her.
He knows the house is inhabited by one of the firefighters who was at the scene, but he's completely taken aback by the man who opens the door. At six feet tall, Dean isn't a small man, but he feels dwarfed in comparison to the burly blonde in front of him. The man is only a couple inches taller than him, but he is built; toned muscles bulge from his chest and arms, and his legs are thick as tree trunks. And he has a jawline as chiseled as one of Michelangelo's statues. Subconsciously, Dean gulps.
Then he remembers why he's here. Clumsily, he reaches for his badge and holds it up in front of him. "Um, Agent Page, FBI. You must be Evan Buckley. Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
The man smiles widely, his eyes crinkling in the corner. "Oh, I'm not Evan. That's my partner. I'm Tommy. Kinard." He holds out his hand, which Dean shakes after storing his fake FBI badge back in his sport coat pocket. "But come in. I'll get Evan."
Dean steps in, taking in the very well lived-in home. The entry leads right into the living room, where a teenage boy sits on the couch playing Mario Kart.
From a room that must be the kitchen, another man appears, somehow just as large as the first one. Holy hell. What is it about LA that makes their firefighters so… well-built and handsome?
"Hi, Agent Page, I'm Evan Buckley. Sorry about the mix-up. So 'Thena sent you?"
"Yeah, that's right." Dean says. He has to speak slowly and take deep breaths to keep himself from staring too brazenly; however, he can't help but notice the blotchy red birthmark in the corner of the firefighter's eye. It suits him, though. He takes a breath in through his nose. "Is there somewhere we can sit?"
Evan jumps. "Oh yes, of course. Uh, the dining room is fine. Don't think you want to talk over the noise of the video games."
Dean chuckles. "Is that… your son?"
"Chris? I mean, yeah, he might as well be. He's Eddie's kid, but, yeah. I haven't adopted him or anything, and he doesn't call me dad 'cause it'd be weird at this point, but I love him like he's my own."
Warmth blooms in Dean's chest as he listens to Evan Buckley speak. He understands the feeling, as he feels the same way about Jack.
"In fact, do you want me to get Eddie? He was there, too. We usually work the same shifts. He's just in the garage if you want me to—"
"Oh, that won't be necessary, Mr. Buckley."
"Please, call me Buck."
"Well, Buck, I'd rather interview Eddie separately, if you don't mind. It helps me get a fuller picture of the situation, to hear different perspectives."
Buck nods, understanding.
The interview begins, and Dean attempts to ascertain details of the odd call the firefighters of the 118 responded to the day prior. There was certainly supernatural activity, but Buck's answers are insufficient in determining the exact monster. There were no smells of sulfur, no cold spots ("We're in LA in the summer, what do you mean cold spots?"), and no calls outside the usual, aside from the one.
Apparently, they've responded to weirder: once, a bus impaled the third story of a city building.
After talking to Buck for about ten minutes, Tommy walks back in with two glasses of water. "Thought you could use a drink," he says, "and I didn't think beer was acceptable since you're on the job." He nods at Dean, who laughs in assent, then turns to Buck and kisses him right on the birth mark. "Let me know if you need anything else, sweetheart."
Buck's eyes turn soft and he smiles as he watches Tommy walk back into the kitchen.
Dean has to swallow to prevent his jaw from dropping. Meeting gay couples on cases isn't anything new, but seeing two very masculine men together… surprises him. Makes him feel…. something.
A few minutes after that, an unfamiliar voice calls into the living room. "Chris, I told you thirty minutes ago to get off that video game!"
That must be Eddie.
He peers into the dining room, wiping grease off his moustached face, and says, "Babe, why didn't you— oh. Hello?" he asks as he notices Dean.
"Eddie, this is Agent Page. He's here about yesterday. Sorry, love, I completely forgot to have Chris turn off the game."
Dean is trying to listen, but he barely registers their conversation. He just keeps looking back and forth between the two of them.
Eddie quirks a brow at him. "You all good there agent?"
Not for the first time that day, Dean gulps. "Uh yeah, sorry. It's just— you two? But I thought—" he points at Buck, "you and Tommy? Um. Sorry. 'S none of my business."
Buck and Eddie both grin. "Don't worry, we get that a lot," Buck says. "Yeah, the three of us are all together."
"All… three of you? At the same time?"
"Well don't you know it's rude to pry into the private affairs of couples?" Eddie responds with a wink. "Or in our case, throuples?"
"Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"
But both of them start to laugh. "It's fine, Agent," Eddie says. "I'm just messing with you. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to trade places with Buck here so that he can be mean dad for the time being."
Buck rolls his eyes fondly. "You know how that usually turns out."
Eddie bumps his shoulder as he passes. "Well, try your best, dear."
It takes a moment for Dean to get his bearings after the exchange. It was… a lot to process. But he can't process it right now. He needs to focus. He needs to interview the firefighter in front of him.
As soon as he's done, though, he is going to make several phone calls.
Well this is interesting too. This is also true. Buck didn't have to work as hard for Tommy, but his next LI is someone he will have to work hard for. It was always easy for him. Always got the person. Eddie will be a challenge for him
Part of me doesn't want Buddie to get married in the show because right now I can live in the delusion that Buck would drop the Buckley and become Evan 'Buck' Diaz, but knowing shows and showwriters, they either never change a character's last name (unless they got married before the show started) or hyphenate. So if they do get married, he'd either still be Buckley or Buckley-Diaz/Diaz-Buckley. And then I can't be team Evan Diaz anymore.
