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Tessa schools her face, straightens up and says, “Edmundo,” in that defiant, provoking sixteen year old way that makes Eddie grind his teeth.
“Teresa,” Eddie says back. Tranquility paints his tone, his features. No hook and line. “You’re grounded for a month. Buck, let’s go.”
“What?!” Tessa squeaks out, arms crossing and uncrossing, walking when Buck slightly pushes her forward. “A month?! You can’t just ground me for a month, you never grounded Christopher for that long!”
“He did,” Buck murmurs.
“Plenty of times,” Eddie adds.
Eddie turns 50.
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Several mouths open to argue, but Ravi quickly stands behind Eddie and starts making stop motions. ‘Not worth it!’ he mouths.
Hen is the first to recover. “Sorry, we just know a couple of her songs and got excited. We’re all happy to help you support an old friend from Texas.”
“Thank you,” Eddie replies, still a bit wary. He goes back to his phone, busy texting a pop icon apparently.
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A silly 5+1 of the firefam learning Eddie has a famous person's number - not that he knows they’re famous. -
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“A star?” he whispered.
Eddie nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“A silver one?”
“Yes.”
Theo turned to Buck, whispering louder. “Buck.”
“I know.”
“Buck.”
“Yeah.”
“He has a star.”
Buck’s expression shifted before he could stop it. Pride first. Then something warmer underneath, something Eddie did not have the emotional bandwidth to inspect too closely.
“I know,” Buck said softly.
Then, because Buck had apparently decided Eddie didn’t deserve to survive dinner, he added, “Eddie’s kind of a big deal.”
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Buck can’t look away. It's a sick joke, how unnatural, how horrible the sight is, but he can’t bring himself to look away. He thinks he pushes Harry out of the way, needing a better view. Shoves Ravi aside to stand in the front row. A barricade spot for death.
Buck almost laughs at the sight. He feels it bubbling up his throat, threatening to explode out of him. He wants to laugh in some weird, delirious relief because that can’t be Eddie. Not his Eddie. This is… whoever this is, is not Eddie. Eddie is full of life. Eddie is warmth and sunlight and tanned skin. Eddie is flushed cheeks, a small blush working its way across his face at any compliment. Eddie is sparkling, shining eyes, crinkling around the corners, watching Buck inevitably make a fool of himself.
That is Eddie.
Or, what if the elevator opened and Eddie didn't wake up? Sort of 9x18 fix it (depends on what you define as fixing) for Buck’s reaction and the aftermath.
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A deeply tired, ugly little part of Eddie wanted to know what would happen if he simply sat down on the apparatus floor and bled through his shirt. Would they notice then? Or would he have to actually pass out first?
He hated that thought as soon as he had it.
It wasn’t fair. They loved Buck because Buck was lovable, because he was family, because he had just been kidnapped and tortured and dragged through hell. Eddie loved him too. Maybe more than was good for him. Certainly more than was wise.
And if Eddie had made himself harder to care for, then that wasn’t on them.
Note:
Now that we’ve survived the finale, I’ve decided to change part of my story and shift the flow a little. So to my loyal readers — you may want to start rereading from Chapter 9 so everything connects better from there.