Prompt: Buck and Eddie sleep at the others house for whatever reason and ends up wearing the others shirt or shoes. It's pretty innocuous, only the others aren't sure if they slept together and either didn't notice the slip up or this is their way of subtly revealing their relationship and can't ask. Hilarity ensues as maybe the bet gets involved and if someone won.
I uhm. Got a bit carried away.
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“So, uh,” Hen starts, eyes bouncing between the two backs on the couch. “Anyone know what that’s all about?”
From the seat next to her, Chimney releases a breath like he’s been holding it for hours even though shift only started half an hour ago. “I was hoping you knew.” He whispers back, voice pitched low.
Raising an eyebrow at him, Hen gives him her best unimpressed face. “You live with Maddie! You have the closer sources!”
Chimney slumps down against his arms on the counter. “I asked her when I saw it, but she said she hasn’t heard anything.”
Hen turns back to contemplating the boys on the couch, the names Buckley and Diaz shining back at her. From the wrong backs. “It could just be a mix up.” She points out. “Eddie hates mornings and Buck’s been staying there for a while.”
Nodding his agreement into his arms, Chimney rolls his head to squint at her. “You think they’ve missed it this long?”
“Yeah,” she draws out, “But it’s them, so it could also be their way of telling us but not wanting to talk about it.”
Groaning, Chimney rolls his head back into his arms. “We will never know peace.” He sits up, back cracking a bit. “What we need is another opinion.”
Both heads turn to Bobby, who’s pointedly looking at the counter he’s wiping. “It’s their business.”
“Mighty vague answer there, Cap.” Hen challenges, though there’s not much heat to her tone.
Bobby sighs, finally glancing up to the couch. “Not my business.”
“I don’t know, Cap.” Chimney jumps in, a delighted grin growing across his face. “I think I see two firefighters out of uniform.”
The shock then horror that crosses Bobby’s face right as the alarm goes has both Hen and Chim giggling the whole way into their turnouts.
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It’s still not clear by the time they’re trudging into the station almost 16 hours later.
The whole day, neither acted like anything was different, which means it’s still a toss up because there are happily married couples who can’t rival the way Buck and Eddie function. The shirts were swapped back somewhere between the first and second calls of the day, but it’s Pandora’s Box now.
Hen needs to know, and not just for the bet. She’s invested in this, dammit. Those boys deserve love and ever since Eddie came out to them, everyone who knows them has been waiting for it to happen.
Everyone troops up to the kitchen once out of their gear. Bobby starts the coffee pot while Hen and Chim take the stools they had earlier.
Buck and Eddie head for the couch, a playful argument bouncing back and forth between them.
They aren’t being exactly quiet, so when Buck says, “You weren’t complaining last time you were in my bed,” Hen loses a bit of the water she just took a sip of.
Eddie’s answer of “that’s different and you know it.” doesn’t clear any of this up.
Making eye contact with Chim, she makes an is this what I think it is face to Chim, who shrugs and mouths ‘quarantine’ back to her.
Oh, right. They did share a bed during quarantine. Which seems to have opened the gate to more frequent napping together on the couch and Buck not even pretending to sleep on the couch when he’s over at the Diaz house.
Cap is casting both Hen and Chim amused glances. “I’ve said it a couple times today and I’ll say it again,” He nods at the couch. “You could just ask them.”
“Oh no.” Chimney huffs, pointing a finger at Bobby. “We’ve just got them back to being themselves, I am not rocking that boat.”
Nodding, Hen rests her chin on her hand. “It feels wrong to risk messing things up between them just for a stupid bet.”
Bobby’s face softens into fondness. “Then maybe leave it alone for now.” He urges gently. “Even if they are trying to be subtle, both of you know secrets don’t last long here.”
Isn’t that the truth? Hen thinks, glancing back to where Buck is all but curled into Eddie’s lap. But is this even a secret anymore?
~`~
They get their answer the next morning when, as soon as the clock passes their end of shift, Buck leans over and plants his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck where both of them are sitting on the bench still shirtless. “Okay, you win.”
Both Hen and Chim freeze where they are, eyes glued to what’s happening in front of them.
Eddie has his smug face on. “Yep.” He laughs, eyes sparkling when they flash to meet Hen’s. “Told you they wouldn’t bring it up unless we did.”
As Buck grumbles from where he’s still slumped against Eddie, Hen finally finds her voice. “You boys have something you want to share?”
“We’ve been together two weeks.” Buck grins as he sits up. “And I bet you guys would ask before the end of this shift.“
Pulling his shirt on, Eddie glances back at Hen. “I knew you would be trying to let us work this out on our own.”
An understanding passes between them, half remembered but still important. When Eddie needed someone to ask, but wasn’t ready to talk about yet.
Eddie stands, narrowly avoiding the deodorant Chimney tosses at Buck, who just laughs. Buck starts spinning the tee shirt he still hasn’t put on yet into a whip.
“Who won for last Saturday?” Eddie asks, eyes sparkling with amusement and understanding.
“May.”
Laughing, Eddie shakes his head. “Course she did.” He leans back against the glass next to her, watching Buck and Chim argue playfully. “Thanks for letting us have that.”
Hen feels herself tearing up, but sniffs it back quickly. “Always.” She nudges his shoulder. “Now I need some details for the other bets.”
Eddie’s face screws up in confusion. “Other bets?”
“You really think we had one bet for this?” She laughs. “No, there’s at least 4, based on how it happened.”
The confused horror on Eddie’s face is almost comical. “What? Why?”
“We’ve been waiting for this, Eddie.” She lowers her voice even though the other two are starting to get louder. “We all knew you guys were getting close, we just didn’t know when it was going to happen.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Huh.” Eddie puffs. “Well, ask me then.”
Hen tilts her head at him. “Oh.” She pauses, “I thought that would be harder.”
“What can I say?” Eddie laughs, eyes never leaving Buck. “I’m in a good mood.”
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it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
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i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
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