ever thought of calling (when you had a few?)
Post break-up, Buck gets drunk and calls Tommy to pick him up. Tommy shows up every time. post-break up, fix-it 3.8k words
Buck didn’t mean to drink so much. He’d been out with Hen and Karen and when they called it a night, he had decided to follow some new friends to another club, to keep the night going. He didn’t want to be left alone in the loft with his thoughts, not tonight.
The club is fun, thumping bass vibrates through his body as he moves among the throng of people. Then, shots start going around and he rapidly starts feeling dizzy and too-hot, too-much.
He ignores the people calling his name, as he pushes through and out of the sweaty, suffocating masses. The fresh air is a relief to his overwhelmed senses and overheated body, and he doesn’t think twice about dropping down to sit on the curb. He can’t call Maddie to pick him up, or Chim or anyone from the 118. They’d all fuss over him, shoot him worried glances and probably stage an intervention— and he really doesn’t need that right now.
He should order an Uber. He should. He will.
And then, he remembers the first time Tommy had picked him up, when he’d been all giggly and tipsy, after a late night with Chim and Hen. Tommy was just coming off a shift and Buck felt terrible for calling, but Tommy only smiled at him, so tenderly and told him, “I’ll always come for you, any day, any time. Always.”
Before he knows it, Buck’s dialing Tommy’s number and his heart races, as he waits in suspense for Tommy to answer— if he even will. The seconds feels like hours and he’s about to hang up when Tommy picks up.
“Evan?” He sounds sleepy and tired, but it’s music to Buck’s ears. He’d only been left with the ghost of his voice these past few months.
“Hello?”
“S- sorry. Um, I don’t really know where I am and I- this is dumb, I’ll just—”
“No, don’t go. Are you okay? Do you need help?” Concern bleeds through Tommy’s voice and it makes Buck’s heart ache in his chest. A pang goes through the cavity in his ribcage, where Tommy is still lodged.
“ ‘M okay, just drunk.”
“Do you need me to call someone for you? Maddie?”
Buck bites the inside of his cheek. “No, please don’t. She’s pregnant and I don’t want to worry her. Do you think.. can you pick me up? Please?” His voice grows small, bracing himself for rejection.
“Evan, it’s late, I don’t know if—”
There it is, the sting.
“It’s fine, forget I said anything.”
“I’ll be there. Send me your location?”
Buck sighs, eyes teary with relief.
“Thank you, Tommy.”
“Of course.”
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