people who learned about greek mythology due reasons that DONT involve having read percy jackson at 12 freak me out, like what the FUCK was going on in your life that you found out that zeus turned into a pigeon to woo his wife like HOW
*Valley Girl voice*: I must, like, not fear. Fear is literally the mind-killer. Like it’s basically the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will totally face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me, and? When it’s gone? I’m gonna like turn the inner eye to see its path! Where the fear has gone there will be literally nothing. Only I will remain.
Inspired by the season 9 trailer and the fact that I’ve wanted to write a Crash That Helicopter for ages.
Enjoy!
🩶
Crash
Rating: G
Words: 2,985
In a weird way it was actually kinda funny. Not that he was laughing—it hurt to breathe let alone laugh, but he wasn’t unaware of how ridiculous it was that this would be the cause of his death. His life-long cynicism had kept him convinced that one day this would happen; that his death would be directly tied to the danger of his job.
He just didn’t think a meteor would be what took him out.
Everything about the day had been normal, benign. They’d rescued a hiker hanging off a cliff edge, transported 3 people from a multi vehicle pile up and were flying back to Harbor station after a routine organ transport (a liver).
Everything was fine. Projected time back to the station was 8 minutes. They were talking back and forth about nothing really. At least nothing that was important to remember now.
Lucy noticed the first one in the distance. They thought it was a plane at first, but then the second, and third and fourth and more of them appeared through the atmosphere. Tommy got about 5 seconds into reporting what they were seeing before something hurtled past their helo from above, clipping the blades, snapping them like they were made of paper and sending them into an immediate tailspin.
Alarms echoed through the helo as Lucy called in a mayday and Tommy frantically tried to prevent the inevitable from happening. He felt a momentary pang of relief when he managed to steer them away from a high rise building but they were still speeding towards the ground and Tommy couldn’t stop it. The ground got closer and closer and the last thing Tommy felt was Lucy’s hand grasping onto his arm before the world around them went black.
Tommy woke with a sharp cough.
“Argh!” He wasn’t sure which hurt more—his throat or the right side of his torso. His eyelids seemed to be made of cement and he had to strain to open them. Blinking rapidly, he began to focus on.. twisted metal? He scrunched his eyes shut as the throbbing in his head worsened. He raised his hand to his head and it felt wet. Opening his heavy eyelids again and even before his focus came back, he could the red on his fingers. Blood.
The smell of acrid smoke and oil filled his nostrils and the sound of static echoed in his ears.
“Fuck.” He grunted. His head lolled back against.. something. He licked his abnormally dry lips and tasted copper.
His head was swimming, waves of dizziness and nausea tried to overcome him but he swallowed them away as best he could. What was the last thing he remembered? His thoughts were slow as though dipped in molasses.
The hospital. An organ transport. A kidney? No, that wasn’t right. A liver. Lucy was telling him about…
Fuck! Lucy!
He forced his eyes open again and slowly turned his head. Every bone and muscle in his body was tense and on fire.
“Luc-“ he coughed again and hissed, then grunted when the sharp and deep pain radiated around his right side. His eyes caught the blue flight suit and followed it up to her head, tipped to the side resting on her shoulder, eyes closed, a trickle of almost dried blood coming from a cut on her eyebrow. One of her arms was stretched out between them allowing him to reach her wrist and press two fingers into her skin.
He closed his eyes again and did his best to concentrate. After a few seconds he felt a light pulsing under his fingertips. She had a pulse. His head fell back again as he breathed in relief.
He thinks they’ve crashed. He laughed at himself, because it was fucking obvious that they had crashed, and grunted again as pain surged through his side. He knew it was bad; he could barely move his body. He was pinned by something, that he could tell. He breathed for a second to build up the courage and tipped his head to look.
A piece of.. he didn’t know what, but it was metal and by the look and feel of it, it was quite a few inches into his right side.
Impalement. Fantastic. As if the last few months haven’t been a gigantic shit show, the universe decided to turn him into a human kebab. Just what he needed.
So Lucy was unconscious and he was impaled. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to get them out. Wait, he had a phone didn’t he? Everyone had a phone. Where was his phone? Another wave of dizziness washed over him. He was probably, definitely concussed. His brain was foggy like every thought was a puzzle piece in the right place but turned the wrong way.
He patted himself down until he got to his picket and felt the familiar solidity of a phone. With a shaking hand he managed to slide the phone out of his pocket and bring it up to his face. Somehow the Face ID recognised his bleeding features and unlocked. His vision was blurry enough that he brought the phone close to his face to see the keypad and dialled 911.
“911, What is your emergency?”
The soft voice on the other end sounded familiar. Where did he know it from? It took a few seconds to register. Maddie.
Great. It was kind of comforting to have someone he knew on the other end of the line, however his ex boyfriend’s sister being that person wasn’t ideal.
“Muh..Maddie?” His voice was hoarse and strained from the smoke inhalation and what he assumed were internal injuries.
“This is Maddie. What’s your name?”
“Tom…Tommy.”
“Oh. Does Harbor need assistance? You should really communicate through proper channels if you-“
“No.” He forced the word out and instantly regretted it when another shockwave of pain hit. “I need… crash.”
“Oh god. Okay.. are you injured?”
“You…could say…that.” Even circling deaths door he couldn’t help the sarcasm.
“Where are you hurt, Tommy?”
“Side. Impaled. Con…concussion.”
“Okay, okay, just breathe and try to keep calm. Are you bleeding?”
“No I think…I think the metal is…is stopping it.”
“Good. You said we crashed.. who’s with you?”
“Don…Donato. Lucy.”
“Is she conscious?”
“No. But she has…a pulse.”
“Good. Do you know where you crashed?”
Tommy tried to remember the last thing he saw but his brain was too foggy.
“We left hosp…hospital, First Pres…then something hit us from…from above, and….thats all I…”
“It’s okay, Tommy. Stay on the line and we can track your signal, okay?”
“Kay.” He felt incredibly sleepy. Somewhere in his mind he knew sleeping was a bad idea but if could just close his eyes..
“‘mmy? Are you with me?”
“Hmm? Wh..what?”
“I think you passed out for a minute. You need to stay awake—you know that.”
“S’hard.”
“I know but you need to try okay? We got your location and help is on the way.”
Dread filled Tommy’s stomach (mixing with the blood that was no doubt also filling the organ). He’d give anything to see Evan’s face but not like this. More importantly he didn’t want Evan to see him like this. Broken and impaled and most likely not making it out of the wreckage alive.
Evan would no doubt be hurt by his death, but it would be worse if he saw him like this. It would be better for his last memories of Tommy to be when he was alive. Unfortunately the last time they saw each other was at Bobby Nash’s funeral, which wasn’t an ideal last memory of someone but Evan always said he liked Tommy in his dress blues so, really that was an improvement over right now, covered in blood and oil and a plethora of bruises.
“Please not…not..”
“The 118? No. We both know how much it would hurt my brother to see you like this.”
“Yeah.” He did his best to take a deep breath but struggled. He was fairly sure now that the metal rudely infiltrating his body probably punctured his lung.
“Maddie?”
“I’m here.”
“Will… Will you tell…tell Evan I’m..”
“Don’t do that.” Maddies voice was firm. “Whatever you want to tell him you can tell him yourself.”
“I.. I wish I could.”
“You can, Tommy. And you will. Just a few more minutes and the 133 will be there to help get you out.”
Tommy felt a little disappointment that it was the 133 and not the 122. He’d have like to see Sal one last time. He’d probably tell Tommy that his injuries made him uglier. He’d miss the old bastard.
“Please…he needs to know…I’m sorry. For…everything and…and I lo-“
“Don’t. Don’t you dare say that. Not to me. You say that to him.” He could hear Maddie sniffing—she was crying, solidifying to him that even she didn’t think he’d make it.
“M’tired.” His eyes felt even heavier than before and he’d given up trying to open them.
“I know, Tommy but you need to try. You need to fight against it.”
“M’trying but…”
It was too much. His body felt like lead, too heavy to move. His breathing was getting more laboured and the pain in his head was subsiding but replaced with a light-headed feeling. His tensed muscles slowly began to relax.
This was it. His last few moments on earth. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to leave Evan, but it okay. He never got to have the life he dreamed of with him but he still had the privilege of knowing him. And if that was all he could have of him, then he could die content that he got to experience a little perfection before he left.
His body finally lost its strength and his arm slowly fell to his side, the phone slipping from his hand to the floor.
“Evan..”
The last thing he saw in his head was Evan’s beautiful smiling face before a calmness washed over him and the world around him faded away.
*****
His eyes fluttered open slowly, trying to blink away the blinding white light. He’d have thought this was heaven if it weren’t for the incessant beeping echoing around him. He’d tried to swallow but something was in his mouth and throat. He coughed and it made whatever was in his throat hurt. He tired to move but his body wouldn’t cooperate quick enough and panic began to set in.
He lifted a hand to his face in a desperate attempt to claw away whatever it was that was in his throat hurt. The beeping in the room increased and his breathing became rapid.
“Tommy?!”
His eyes searched for the voice and they met Evan quickly walking over from the doorway. He’d leant over Tommy and pressed a button above him.
“It’s okay. You’re okay.”
He was still trying to grab what was on his face but Evan took his forearm, pulling his hand away. Tommy stared wide-eyed at him, beefing him with his eyes to help.
“It’s just a breathing tube. The nurses are coming now to take it out.”
Tommy reached for Evan and grasped tightly onto his shirt in a panic. Evan removed the hand and took it in his own.
“You need to calm down, baby. I promise they’re coming to take it out, okay. Look at me.” He reached a hand out and stroked Tommys hair. Tommy focused on Evan’s eyes and tried as hard as he could to relax his breathing. He’d missed looking into those eyes everyday and he couldn’t stop the sad and scared tears from falling from his own eyes and falling down his temples to the pillow. “That’s it, just breathe. I’m here.”
Tommy gripped Evan’s hand tightly and was vaguely concerned he might break it. But Evan didn’t seem to be concerned, he just looked down at Tommy with a soft smile, stroking his hand with his thumb.
The nurses finally arrived and Evan took a step back to allow them to work. Tommy didn’t want him to leave and reached his arm out towards him.
“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere, I’m just giving the nurses space.” He reassured.
He coughed so hard when they pulled the tube out that he vomited. He would have been embarrassed by that is he wasn’t far too relieved to have that awful plastic tube out. The nurses cleaned him up and did some checks on his vitals and pain levels, telling him that the doctor will come by soon to explain everything, then left the room.
“Here, drink this.” Evan lifted a cup of water to him and held the straw to his mouth for him to sip.
“Thanks.” He croaked, throat sore from the tube and the smoke inhalation. “How long have I been here?”
Buck sat down on the chair next to the bed. “Three days.”
“Wow.” Flashes of the crash came back to him. “Wait, Lucy!” He tried to lift himself up but winced as he did so. Buck immediately stood up and gently encouraged him to lay back down.
“Lucy’s fine. I-I mean, she has a mild concussion and a broken wrist, but otherwise she’s good. She’s already recuperating at home.”
Tommy sighed in relief. “That’s good.” He said. “What.. what about me?”
He was doors up on the good stuff so wasn’t feeling much pain but in away that made him more afraid because he couldn’t feel how injured he was. He was alive, sure, but how bad was he hurt? would he work again? Walk again? Was his LAFD career over with?
“You were lucky, Tommy. The piece of metal that that impaled you miraculously missed your vital organs.”
“Seriously?” He’d have bet his life savings on losing at least one organ.
Evan nodded. “Yep. You had some internal bleeding that they’re keeping an eye on but said that it seems to have stopped, and you also had a concussion.”
Tommy rested his head on the pillow trying to reconcile what Evan had told him. He was utterly convinced that he was about to die in that wreckage; was certain he could feel himself actively slipping away. And yet he seemed to have come out of it relatively unscathed.
Evan yawned taking Tommy’s attention away from this thoughts.
“Please tell me you haven’t been here for three days?” Evan sheepishly looked away. “Evan.”
Evan finally looked up at him, his eyes shiny and wet with tears he was trying to hold back.
“I thought.. when Maddie called me to tell me what happened and-and I came here and saw you, I..” he sucked in a shaky breath. “I thought I lost you for good. I thought you breaking up with my me hurt but this.. it would have broken me, Tommy.”
He finally let the tears escape and Tommy cursed himself for not being able to move closer and wipe them away.
“Come up here.” He reached up and gestured with his hand for Evan to get onto the bed. He hesitated for a moment, looking like he was unsure if it was what he wanted. “I can’t come over there and hug you so you’re gonna have to come to me, sweetheart.”
The pet name slipped out but he really didn’t care all that much. He needed to comfort Evan—that was his priority. Evan hesitated for another beat before kicking off his shoes and gently climbing onto the bed. Tommy lifted his arm and allowed him to shimmy closer into his left side before dropping his arm and running a hand over Evan’s upper arm.
Evan tucked himself into Tommy warm body, resting his hand on Tommys chest right above his heart. They laid like that for a while, Tommy planting occasional kisses to the top of Evans head.
“You can’t die on me, okay?” He mumbled into Tommys chest.
Tommy pulled his head back and tipped Evan’s up by his chin with two delicate fingers. He looked fondly into Evan’s eyes as he spoke.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
His brush with death had knocked something loose. Or knocked some sense into him. Either way, the fear of losing Evan had over powered his own fear of getting hurt. He was done running. If he ended up getting his heart broken in the long run then so be it—at least he would have tried.
“No more running.” He assured Evan softly. Tears welled in the man’s eyes again.
“You promise?”
“I love you.”
Tommy had spent so long being terrified of admitting to himself his feelings, let alone admit them to Evan and all it took was a helicopter crash to force him to get his shit together, go figure.
“Really?” The look on Evans face was apprehensive. Guarded. Tommy didn’t blame him—he’d broken the man’s heart before, it was understandable that he wanted reassurance.
“Really. I’m just sorry that it took own of us getting hurt to make me get my shit together and tell you.”
Evan closed the gap between them, kissing Tommy softly. It was a pretty chaste kiss given where they were, but it said a thousand things at once and Tommy melted into it.
“I love you, too.” Evan said, pulling away and plastering that beautiful dimpled smile across his face.
The heart rate monitor began to beep faster, giving away just how happy Tommy was at hearing Evan loved him back. He just stared back into those gorgeous eyes and hoped that it conveyed just how much he loved him. Evan settled back into Tommys embrace, head resting on his chest and sighed contently.
The last thing that Tommys was, was naive and he was well aware that there was a hell of a lot of talking in he and Evans future as they navigate a new relationship. But for the first time in his life he was actually excited about the future. Because the future contained his Evan. And that was enough for him.
Inspired by the season 9 trailer and the fact that I’ve wanted to write a Crash That Helicopter for ages.
Enjoy!
🩶
Crash
Rating: G
Words: 2,985
In a weird way it was actually kinda funny. Not that he was laughing—it hurt to breathe let alone laugh, but he wasn’t unaware of how ridiculous it was that this would be the cause of his death. His life-long cynicism had kept him convinced that one day this would happen; that his death would be directly tied to the danger of his job.
He just didn’t think a meteor would be what took him out.
Everything about the day had been normal, benign. They’d rescued a hiker hanging off a cliff edge, transported 3 people from a multi vehicle pile up and were flying back to Harbor station after a routine organ transport (a liver).
Everything was fine. Projected time back to the station was 8 minutes. They were talking back and forth about nothing really. At least nothing that was important to remember now.
Lucy noticed the first one in the distance. They thought it was a plane at first, but then the second, and third and fourth and more of them appeared through the atmosphere. Tommy got about 5 seconds into reporting what they were seeing before something hurtled past their helo from above, clipping the blades, snapping them like they were made of paper and sending them into an immediate tailspin.
Alarms echoed through the helo as Lucy called in a mayday and Tommy frantically tried to prevent the inevitable from happening. He felt a momentary pang of relief when he managed to steer them away from a high rise building but they were still speeding towards the ground and Tommy couldn’t stop it. The ground got closer and closer and the last thing Tommy felt was Lucy’s hand grasping onto his arm before the world around them went black.
Tommy woke with a sharp cough.
“Argh!” He wasn’t sure which hurt more—his throat or the right side of his torso. His eyelids seemed to be made of cement and he had to strain to open them. Blinking rapidly, he began to focus on.. twisted metal? He scrunched his eyes shut as the throbbing in his head worsened. He raised his hand to his head and it felt wet. Opening his heavy eyelids again and even before his focus came back, he could the red on his fingers. Blood.
The smell of acrid smoke and oil filled his nostrils and the sound of static echoed in his ears.
“Fuck.” He grunted. His head lolled back against.. something. He licked his abnormally dry lips and tasted copper.
His head was swimming, waves of dizziness and nausea tried to overcome him but he swallowed them away as best he could. What was the last thing he remembered? His thoughts were slow as though dipped in molasses.
The hospital. An organ transport. A kidney? No, that wasn’t right. A liver. Lucy was telling him about…
Fuck! Lucy!
He forced his eyes open again and slowly turned his head. Every bone and muscle in his body was tense and on fire.
“Luc-“ he coughed again and hissed, then grunted when the sharp and deep pain radiated around his right side. His eyes caught the blue flight suit and followed it up to her head, tipped to the side resting on her shoulder, eyes closed, a trickle of almost dried blood coming from a cut on her eyebrow. One of her arms was stretched out between them allowing him to reach her wrist and press two fingers into her skin.
He closed his eyes again and did his best to concentrate. After a few seconds he felt a light pulsing under his fingertips. She had a pulse. His head fell back again as he breathed in relief.
He thinks they’ve crashed. He laughed at himself, because it was fucking obvious that they had crashed, and grunted again as pain surged through his side. He knew it was bad; he could barely move his body. He was pinned by something, that he could tell. He breathed for a second to build up the courage and tipped his head to look.
A piece of.. he didn’t know what, but it was metal and by the look and feel of it, it was quite a few inches into his right side.
Impalement. Fantastic. As if the last few months haven’t been a gigantic shit show, the universe decided to turn him into a human kebab. Just what he needed.
So Lucy was unconscious and he was impaled. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to get them out. Wait, he had a phone didn’t he? Everyone had a phone. Where was his phone? Another wave of dizziness washed over him. He was probably, definitely concussed. His brain was foggy like every thought was a puzzle piece in the right place but turned the wrong way.
He patted himself down until he got to his picket and felt the familiar solidity of a phone. With a shaking hand he managed to slide the phone out of his pocket and bring it up to his face. Somehow the Face ID recognised his bleeding features and unlocked. His vision was blurry enough that he brought the phone close to his face to see the keypad and dialled 911.
“911, What is your emergency?”
The soft voice on the other end sounded familiar. Where did he know it from? It took a few seconds to register. Maddie.
Great. It was kind of comforting to have someone he knew on the other end of the line, however his ex boyfriend’s sister being that person wasn’t ideal.
“Muh..Maddie?” His voice was hoarse and strained from the smoke inhalation and what he assumed were internal injuries.
“This is Maddie. What’s your name?”
“Tom…Tommy.”
“Oh. Does Harbor need assistance? You should really communicate through proper channels if you-“
“No.” He forced the word out and instantly regretted it when another shockwave of pain hit. “I need… crash.”
“Oh god. Okay.. are you injured?”
“You…could say…that.” Even circling deaths door he couldn’t help the sarcasm.
“Where are you hurt, Tommy?”
“Side. Impaled. Con…concussion.”
“Okay, okay, just breathe and try to keep calm. Are you bleeding?”
“No I think…I think the metal is…is stopping it.”
“Good. You said we crashed.. who’s with you?”
“Don…Donato. Lucy.”
“Is she conscious?”
“No. But she has…a pulse.”
“Good. Do you know where you crashed?”
Tommy tried to remember the last thing he saw but his brain was too foggy.
“We left hosp…hospital, First Pres…then something hit us from…from above, and….thats all I…”
“It’s okay, Tommy. Stay on the line and we can track your signal, okay?”
“Kay.” He felt incredibly sleepy. Somewhere in his mind he knew sleeping was a bad idea but if could just close his eyes..
“‘mmy? Are you with me?”
“Hmm? Wh..what?”
“I think you passed out for a minute. You need to stay awake—you know that.”
“S’hard.”
“I know but you need to try okay? We got your location and help is on the way.”
Dread filled Tommy’s stomach (mixing with the blood that was no doubt also filling the organ). He’d give anything to see Evan’s face but not like this. More importantly he didn’t want Evan to see him like this. Broken and impaled and most likely not making it out of the wreckage alive.
Evan would no doubt be hurt by his death, but it would be worse if he saw him like this. It would be better for his last memories of Tommy to be when he was alive. Unfortunately the last time they saw each other was at Bobby Nash’s funeral, which wasn’t an ideal last memory of someone but Evan always said he liked Tommy in his dress blues so, really that was an improvement over right now, covered in blood and oil and a plethora of bruises.
“Please not…not..”
“The 118? No. We both know how much it would hurt my brother to see you like this.”
“Yeah.” He did his best to take a deep breath but struggled. He was fairly sure now that the metal rudely infiltrating his body probably punctured his lung.
“Maddie?”
“I’m here.”
“Will… Will you tell…tell Evan I’m..”
“Don’t do that.” Maddies voice was firm. “Whatever you want to tell him you can tell him yourself.”
“I.. I wish I could.”
“You can, Tommy. And you will. Just a few more minutes and the 133 will be there to help get you out.”
Tommy felt a little disappointment that it was the 133 and not the 122. He’d have like to see Sal one last time. He’d probably tell Tommy that his injuries made him uglier. He’d miss the old bastard.
“Please…he needs to know…I’m sorry. For…everything and…and I lo-“
“Don’t. Don’t you dare say that. Not to me. You say that to him.” He could hear Maddie sniffing—she was crying, solidifying to him that even she didn’t think he’d make it.
“M’tired.” His eyes felt even heavier than before and he’d given up trying to open them.
“I know, Tommy but you need to try. You need to fight against it.”
“M’trying but…”
It was too much. His body felt like lead, too heavy to move. His breathing was getting more laboured and the pain in his head was subsiding but replaced with a light-headed feeling. His tensed muscles slowly began to relax.
This was it. His last few moments on earth. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to leave Evan, but it okay. He never got to have the life he dreamed of with him but he still had the privilege of knowing him. And if that was all he could have of him, then he could die content that he got to experience a little perfection before he left.
His body finally lost its strength and his arm slowly fell to his side, the phone slipping from his hand to the floor.
“Evan..”
The last thing he saw in his head was Evan’s beautiful smiling face before a calmness washed over him and the world around him faded away.
*****
His eyes fluttered open slowly, trying to blink away the blinding white light. He’d have thought this was heaven if it weren’t for the incessant beeping echoing around him. He’d tried to swallow but something was in his mouth and throat. He coughed and it made whatever was in his throat hurt. He tired to move but his body wouldn’t cooperate quick enough and panic began to set in.
He lifted a hand to his face in a desperate attempt to claw away whatever it was that was in his throat hurt. The beeping in the room increased and his breathing became rapid.
“Tommy?!”
His eyes searched for the voice and they met Evan quickly walking over from the doorway. He’d leant over Tommy and pressed a button above him.
“It’s okay. You’re okay.”
He was still trying to grab what was on his face but Evan took his forearm, pulling his hand away. Tommy stared wide-eyed at him, beefing him with his eyes to help.
“It’s just a breathing tube. The nurses are coming now to take it out.”
Tommy reached for Evan and grasped tightly onto his shirt in a panic. Evan removed the hand and took it in his own.
“You need to calm down, baby. I promise they’re coming to take it out, okay. Look at me.” He reached a hand out and stroked Tommys hair. Tommy focused on Evan’s eyes and tried as hard as he could to relax his breathing. He’d missed looking into those eyes everyday and he couldn’t stop the sad and scared tears from falling from his own eyes and falling down his temples to the pillow. “That’s it, just breathe. I’m here.”
Tommy gripped Evan’s hand tightly and was vaguely concerned he might break it. But Evan didn’t seem to be concerned, he just looked down at Tommy with a soft smile, stroking his hand with his thumb.
The nurses finally arrived and Evan took a step back to allow them to work. Tommy didn’t want him to leave and reached his arm out towards him.
“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere, I’m just giving the nurses space.” He reassured.
He coughed so hard when they pulled the tube out that he vomited. He would have been embarrassed by that is he wasn’t far too relieved to have that awful plastic tube out. The nurses cleaned him up and did some checks on his vitals and pain levels, telling him that the doctor will come by soon to explain everything, then left the room.
“Here, drink this.” Evan lifted a cup of water to him and held the straw to his mouth for him to sip.
“Thanks.” He croaked, throat sore from the tube and the smoke inhalation. “How long have I been here?”
Buck sat down on the chair next to the bed. “Three days.”
“Wow.” Flashes of the crash came back to him. “Wait, Lucy!” He tried to lift himself up but winced as he did so. Buck immediately stood up and gently encouraged him to lay back down.
“Lucy’s fine. I-I mean, she has a mild concussion and a broken wrist, but otherwise she’s good. She’s already recuperating at home.”
Tommy sighed in relief. “That’s good.” He said. “What.. what about me?”
He was doors up on the good stuff so wasn’t feeling much pain but in away that made him more afraid because he couldn’t feel how injured he was. He was alive, sure, but how bad was he hurt? would he work again? Walk again? Was his LAFD career over with?
“You were lucky, Tommy. The piece of metal that that impaled you miraculously missed your vital organs.”
“Seriously?” He’d have bet his life savings on losing at least one organ.
Evan nodded. “Yep. You had some internal bleeding that they’re keeping an eye on but said that it seems to have stopped, and you also had a concussion.”
Tommy rested his head on the pillow trying to reconcile what Evan had told him. He was utterly convinced that he was about to die in that wreckage; was certain he could feel himself actively slipping away. And yet he seemed to have come out of it relatively unscathed.
Evan yawned taking Tommy’s attention away from this thoughts.
“Please tell me you haven’t been here for three days?” Evan sheepishly looked away. “Evan.”
Evan finally looked up at him, his eyes shiny and wet with tears he was trying to hold back.
“I thought.. when Maddie called me to tell me what happened and-and I came here and saw you, I..” he sucked in a shaky breath. “I thought I lost you for good. I thought you breaking up with my me hurt but this.. it would have broken me, Tommy.”
He finally let the tears escape and Tommy cursed himself for not being able to move closer and wipe them away.
“Come up here.” He reached up and gestured with his hand for Evan to get onto the bed. He hesitated for a moment, looking like he was unsure if it was what he wanted. “I can’t come over there and hug you so you’re gonna have to come to me, sweetheart.”
The pet name slipped out but he really didn’t care all that much. He needed to comfort Evan—that was his priority. Evan hesitated for another beat before kicking off his shoes and gently climbing onto the bed. Tommy lifted his arm and allowed him to shimmy closer into his left side before dropping his arm and running a hand over Evan’s upper arm.
Evan tucked himself into Tommy warm body, resting his hand on Tommys chest right above his heart. They laid like that for a while, Tommy planting occasional kisses to the top of Evans head.
“You can’t die on me, okay?” He mumbled into Tommys chest.
Tommy pulled his head back and tipped Evan’s up by his chin with two delicate fingers. He looked fondly into Evan’s eyes as he spoke.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
His brush with death had knocked something loose. Or knocked some sense into him. Either way, the fear of losing Evan had over powered his own fear of getting hurt. He was done running. If he ended up getting his heart broken in the long run then so be it—at least he would have tried.
“No more running.” He assured Evan softly. Tears welled in the man’s eyes again.
“You promise?”
“I love you.”
Tommy had spent so long being terrified of admitting to himself his feelings, let alone admit them to Evan and all it took was a helicopter crash to force him to get his shit together, go figure.
“Really?” The look on Evans face was apprehensive. Guarded. Tommy didn’t blame him—he’d broken the man’s heart before, it was understandable that he wanted reassurance.
“Really. I’m just sorry that it took own of us getting hurt to make me get my shit together and tell you.”
Evan closed the gap between them, kissing Tommy softly. It was a pretty chaste kiss given where they were, but it said a thousand things at once and Tommy melted into it.
“I love you, too.” Evan said, pulling away and plastering that beautiful dimpled smile across his face.
The heart rate monitor began to beep faster, giving away just how happy Tommy was at hearing Evan loved him back. He just stared back into those gorgeous eyes and hoped that it conveyed just how much he loved him. Evan settled back into Tommys embrace, head resting on his chest and sighed contently.
The last thing that Tommys was, was naive and he was well aware that there was a hell of a lot of talking in he and Evans future as they navigate a new relationship. But for the first time in his life he was actually excited about the future. Because the future contained his Evan. And that was enough for him.
It has been literal years but every time I see Martin’s tweets posted somewhere and his word is shared as truth while her post is not shared it sort of reiterates the fact that we trust men to speak about feminism more than we believe women who experience it.
Reading her account of how their boss treated her blows me away. Men are so emboldened that they will literally admit to illegal discrimination casually and face no consequences.
Adding screenshots of her post. His whole post is there without needing a link. Hers should be, too.
Also, she posted this is 2017! It’s fucking 2020 and I’ve seen his side of this for years, but it took 3 years for her side to make its way to my dash…
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