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instant family - part nine | evan buckley

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summary or part: Weeks after the collapsed building incident, Maeve finally introduces Buck to her daughter, and she finally overcomes her fears.

rating of part: PG-13

warnings: NSFW. implied sex, a heavy makeout session

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author’s note: this is the final part of this little series. i hope you enjoyed, and maybe i’ll do something like this again in the future if y’all enjoyed it.

Ever since Buck told Maeve that he loved her, they’ve been practically inseparable.

But they’re still sneaking around behind everyone’s back, except for Eddie because Eddie knows. He drove Buck to the hospital with Maeve in the ambulance and he knows how Buck feels about Maeve.

One night, Maeve’s over at Buck’s apartment. The two lay in Buck’s bed in his loft. Maeve’s tracing the star looking tattoo on Buck’s with her finger lazily. Both of them covered in a layer of sweat, naked legs intertwined with each other under the covers. Maeve feeling sore, but in a good way.

Buck’s lips are pressed against Maeve’s forehead.

Post-sex Maeve likes to think. She does. This time, it’s her thinking about introducing Buck to her daughter. Harper is eleven now, and she’s settled into the idea that Maeve is happy with someone. Yes, Harper knows that Maeve is seeing Buck, but she doesn’t know that it’s Buck Maeve is seeing. Harper seems excited to one day meet Buck.

Now may be that day.

“Buck?” Maeve asks, looking up at him.

Buck raises his eyebrows. “Hm?” he replies.

Maeve lays on her stomach against Buck’s side. “How would you like to meet Harper tonight?” she asks. “We’re going out for dinner, and I’d like you to come.”

He looks surprised and caught very off guard. “Maeve, I’d be honored to come,” he begins. “But if you feel forced to do this because I told you that I love you, I don’t have to meet Harper.”

Her face falls. “It’s not because you told me you love me, Buck,” Maeve states. “Harper seems happy that I’m dating. She seems like she’s okay with the idea I’m seeing someone that’s not her father. I want you to meet her. She wants to meet you. Please come to dinner with us?”

Buck hesitates for a second before nodding. “Okay, yes,” he says. “I’ll come to dinner. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

Maeve smiles. “Olive Garden,” she tells Buck. “Six. We’ll wait for you before going to the table.”

“Great,” Buck states. “I can’t wait to meet your daughter.”

She leans up and pecks Buck’s lips. “She can’t wait to meet you too.”

***

Maeve stands outside the Olive Garden with Harper. There are minutes until six. Maeve’s growing nervous.

“Mom, I’m hungry,” Harper whines, pulling at Maeve’s blouse. “When can we go inside?”

“We’re going to meet my friend, Buck, remember?” Maeve asks, looking down at her daughter. “He should be here soon, okay? Then we can go in and eat.”

Harper pouts beside Maeve and Maeve smiles. Harper is so her daughter with all the pouting. Maeve looks around the parking lot to see if Buck got here while she was taking to Harper.

Sure enough, a man wearing a blue button-down shirt with black jeans is walking toward Maeve and Harper. Maeve would recognize that birthmark anywhere.

Buck approaches Maeve and Harper, saying, “Hey.”

Maeve smiles and tries everything she can not to greet Buck with a kiss. Not until Harper knows it’s Buck that she’s dating. “Hi,” Maeve says back with a big smile on her face.

Meanwhile Harper is hiding behind Maeve’s hip. “Can I?” Buck asks, pointing at Harper. Maeve nods and Buck crouches down beside Maeve, now face-to-face with Harper.

“Hi, Harper. I’m Buck. I’ve heard so much about you. Your mom really likes to talk about you at work.” Buck holds out his hand for Harper to shake. Harper looks up at Maeve and Maeve gives her a little nod, almost to say ‘it’s okay’. Slowly, Harper extends her hand, putting her little hand in Buck’s big hand. The two shake hands. “You know, Harper. I’m really good friends with Christopher.”

Harper practically lights up at the mention of Christopher. “You know Christopher?” Harper asks, coming out from behind Maeve’s leg.

Buck nods. “We’re like best friends,” he tells Harper. “I have a bunch of stories from before you met Christopher that I can tell you. Christopher likes when I tell the stories. Maybe I can tell you some over dinner.”

Maeve smiles as she watches the exchange between Buck and Harper. She’s very happy that this is going well.

“Okay, well, we have a table waiting for us inside so why don’t we go in?” Maeve suggests. Harper nods and skips ahead a few steps. Maeve takes this second to greet Buck with a light kiss to his lips. “Hi.”

A smile forms on Buck’s lips and he says, “Hey. Thank you for inviting me. I’ve been looking forward to this since you asked me to come.”

“Mom!” Harper calls. “Buck! Come on! I’m hungry.”

Maeve and Buck both laugh before heading inside.

They get seated at a table. Harper elects to sit next to Buck so he can tell her the stories about Christopher.

When they’ve ordered their drinks and food, Buck asks, “Has Christopher told you he survived a tsunami a few years ago?”

Harper’s eyes widen. “He was in a tsunami?” she asks. “How did he survive? What happened?”

“He and I were at the pier when we saw the wave,” Buck explains. “The two of us got caught in it together but we were okay. I grabbed him and held onto him, putting him on a firetruck. We were sitting on top of the 136 ladder truck when some debris hit the truck. While I was helping someone else, Christopher fell into the water.” Harper gasps. “I spent all day trying to find him after that. I ended up looking for him at a temporary hospital where I ran into Eddie and everyone. I had to tell Eddie that I lost Christopher, but you know what happened as I was explaining to Eddie what happened?”

Maeve smiles as Harper, who is very invested in this story, asks, “What happened?”

Buck sips his drink and replies, “Christopher appeared. He was being carried by a woman.” Harper smiles. “He was okay except for a few cuts and bruises.”

Harper giggles. “I’m glad he was okay,” she states. “You saved him, Buck.”

“I did,” Buck laughs. “Sometimes I don’t think that I did, because I did lose him, but I did save him.”

Maeve swears, in that moment, she feels herself fall completely for Evan Buckley. Yes, she loved Buck before, but she completely falls head over heels for him in this moment. Watching him interact with her daughter. She loves it.

Curiously, Harper asks, “Would you save me if I was in a situation like that? Or Mom?”

Buck looks up and across the table at Maeve. “Yeah, I would,” Buck states, smiling at Maeve. “I’ve saved your mom on a few occasions.”

“Okay, relax, Buckley,” Maeve laughs. “I can say the same about you.”

Harper asks, “You saved Mom? Really?”

“I did,” Buck says to Harper. “We were on a call once, a few weeks ago, when I carried your mom out of a building that had collapsed. I saved her.”

Maeve takes a sip of her drink. Harper smiles and looks across the table at Maeve. “I like Buck, Mom,” she loud whispers. Buck smiles.

“Me too,” Maeve loud whispers back.

The rest of dinner goes off without any problems. As they’re leaving, Harper asks, “Mom, can Buck come over?”

“If that’s okay with Buck,” Maeve replies.

Both of them look up at Buck. He smiles. “Of course,” Buck says. “I’d love to come and spend some extra time with you and your mom.”

Harper gets excited and gets in the car. Maeve looks up at Buck. “She likes you,” Maeve tells Buck. “I don’t think I’ve seen her go from shy to talkative like that before.”

Buck grins. “I have that effect on kids,” he teases. “No, but seriously, Harper is very cute.”

“She is,” Maeve laughs. “Do you want to follow me to my house?” He nods. “See you in a few minutes.”

It’s a long few minutes, but Maeve can’t help but smile as Harper gushes about Buck in the car on the way home. “Mom, all your friends from work are so cool,” Harper states. “Buck and Eddie especially.”

Maeve just laughs and agrees, “Yeah, they are. My best friends.” And boyfriend.

She pulls into the driveway while Buck parks on the street. Maeve gets out of the car and helps Harper out. Buck gets out and walks up to the front door of the house, waiting for Harper and Maeve. Harper practically runs up to Buck and Maeve follows suit.

The three of them walk inside. Harper asks Maeve, “Can I show Buck my toys?”

“Yeah,” Maeve states. “Just remember to clean up whatever you take out of the bin. I’m going to get into something more comfortable.” Harper then practically drags Buck up the stairs. Maeve follows them up, walking into her bedroom while Harper disappears into Harper’s room.

Maeve changes from her t-shirt and jeans into a white cropped band t-shirt and black sweatpants. She ties her hair up in a ponytail.

Then she heads down to Harper’s room, standing where Buck and Harper can’t see her.

Things are quiet for a few minutes, and Maeve is about to walk away, when Harper asks, “Did you know my mom is dating someone?”

“I did,” Buck hesitantly says. “How do you feel about that?”

After a moment of silence, Harper states, “I’m happy for Mom. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her this happy. She doesn’t think I notice when she’s sad, but I do. She hasn’t been sad in a while.” Maeve smiles. “I think she really likes whoever she’s dating. Like really likes him.”

Buck asks, “You think so?”

Maeve peeks into the room and watches Harper nod. “She told me about my dad,” Harper explains. “And she was really sad when she told me about him. She said that she loved Dad a lot, and that she still loves him a lot. Do you think she loves her boyfriend?”

“I do,” Maeve speaks up from the doorway. Buck and Harper both jump, startled by Maeve’s voice. Her eyes are on Buck.

Harper looks over at Buck then looks at her mother. She must put two and two together because she asks, “Mom, are you and Buck dating?”

“Yeah, baby,” Maeve replies. “I’m dating Buck. I love Buck.”

There. She said it.

Buck’s eyes brighten when Maeve says the L word. Harper makes a face. “Ew, does that mean that you guys kiss?” she asks. Maeve laughs and nods. “That’s gross.”

“We won’t kiss in front of you, Harps,” Maeve promises. “Not until you’re older anyway.”

Harper makes a face throwing up noise. “I don’t ever want to see that,” Harper states. “Kissing is disgusting.”

Maeve smiles. “Can I steal Buck for a second?” she asks her daughter. Harper just nods and Buck gets off the floor. Harper goes back to playing with the dolls on the floor. Maeve walks down the hallway a bit and Buck follows her.

She stops and turns around, facing Buck. “You love me?” Buck asks. “And you actually said it?”

“Yeah,” Maeve breathes. “Yeah, I love you, Buck.”

Buck grins. “I love you too, Maeve,” he states. “So much.”

Maeve smiles and pulls Buck into her bedroom, kicking the door shut with her foot. Maeve pushes Buck up against the door and Buck’s eyes widen. “Maeve, your daughter is just down the hall,” Buck reminds her.

“I’m not having sex with you right now, Buck,” Maeve laughs. “I just wanted to do this.” Then she gets on her toes and presses a light kiss to Buck’s lips.

But of course, it doesn’t last long because Maeve ends up straddling Buck’s waist on her bed. Both of them mumbling that they love each other between kisses.

This is everything that Maeve has wanted since Luke died.

She loves Luke, she will always love Luke, but she knows that she can love Buck too without forgetting about Luke.

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i will get the final part of instant family up this week. it’s just been a crazy week with finals and i haven’t had much time to write

hope y’all understand <3

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instant family - part eight | evan buckley

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summary of part: while on a call at a collapsing building, Maeve gets locked in a room after taking a risk. Buck panics and tries to get to her. when Buck frees Maeve, he says the word that Maeve has been afraid of saying for years

rating of part: PG

warnings: description of an injured person, mentions of sex

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Things have been good since that night in Buck’s apartment. They’ve settled into a small routine with each other at this point. They don’t do anything too sexual at work, nothing more than just a light makeout session after a rough call, but Maeve will ask Nylah pick Harper up from school and go to Buck’s apartment for a little after a shift so they can go a little further than just making out. Sometimes they’ll grab dinner, or breakfast together.

Neither of them was ready for the call they got today, or what happens after said call.

The bell rings while Maeve is playing a game of Go Fish with Hen, Chimney, and Buck. The four of them put their cards down, gear up, then pile into the ladder truck alongside Bobby and Eddie.

“Listen up,” Bobby states through the headset. “This will be a risky scene, and I will be the incident commander since we’ll probably be the first to show up to the scene. You will listen to my every order, or you will probably end up getting hurt, or worse. There was gas explosion in a five-story building. The structure is not sound so when you go in for search and rescue, be cautious. Don’t play the hero if you think you’ll get hurt. Got it, Buckley?”

Buck smiles. “Aye, aye, captain,” he says. “Don’t worry. I won’t play the hero. I’ve already been crushed under a ladder truck; I don’t want to be crushed by cement.”

Maeve looks over at Buck. The two make eye contact and Maeve can’t help but smile.

The scene is chaotic. No other engines have arrived except for the 118. The building is on fire. People are running around screaming, some of them bloody. The members of the 118 get out and look around, assessing the scene currently.

Bobby’s quick to bark out orders. “Hen, Chimney, get a triage tent set up and start triaging people,” Bobby says, pointing to an open area. “Buck, Eddie, Maeve, I want the three of you on search and rescue. Stay on the first floor until we can make sure the floor won’t collapse from underneath you when you make your way upstairs. No heroics.”

“You got it, Cap,” Maeve says, saluting Bobby before putting on her oxygen mask and grabbing her medical bag and heading inside with the guys.

As soon as Maeve enters the building, she’s met with smoke. If she wasn’t wearing her mask, her eyes definitely would be tearing up. Buck and Eddie yell “LAFD” until the three of them finally hear back from someone. “Help!” they shout. “Over here! My leg is crushed under this slab of cement!”

Maeve looks at Buck, who falters for a second before running off toward the voice that called for help. Eddie and Maeve are right behind him. “LAFD, we’re coming!” Buck calls back.

The three of them barge into a smoke-filled room. There’s a man laying against the wall, his knee down is crushed under cement. There’s blood. Lots of it too. “Sir, what’s your name?” Maeve asks, crouching down next to the man.

“Ethan,” the guy breathes. “Am I going to lose my leg?”

She shakes her head. “Not under my watch,” she tells him. “I’m going to put this tourniquet on you, and it will hurt when I put it on, but it will stop the bleeding. Okay, Ethan?” He nods and Maeve puts the tourniquet on above Ethan’s knee.

Bobby’s voice comes over the radio. “Diaz, Grier, Buckley,” he states. “Evacuate the building. There’s another explosive inside. I repeat, there’s another explosive inside on the first floor.”

The three of them look at each other. Ethan begins to panic. “No, please, don’t leave me in here,” he says. “I need to get home to my husband and my kids. Please. I can’t die in here.”

Maeve makes a very quick decision, probably the most spontaneous decision she’s ever made since transferring to the 118. “I’m not leaving you,” Maeve tells the injured man. “Here, put this mask on. You need it more than me.” She pulls off her oxygen mask and puts it on Ethan’s face. The smoke hits her eyes, and she tears up.

“Maeve,” Buck begins. “Grab your mask. We need to go.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not going anywhere, Buck,” she tells him. “Not unless we can bring Ethan with us. Help me remove this slab so we can bring him with us.”

Eddie chimes in. “Maeve, the slab may be compressing veins and if we remove that, he might bleed out before we can even get him into the ambulance. We need to go, now.”

“No,” Maeve says, holding her ground. “I’m not leaving.”

Buck’s eyes are wide and Bobby’s voice comes over the radio. “Buckley, Diaz, Grier, do you copy?”

Buck says into the radio, “We copy and we’re coming, Cap.” He looks at Maeve. “Let’s go, Maeve.”

Ethan’s looking at the three of them as they make their decisions. “I’m staying, Buck,” Maeve chokes out. “I can’t leave him here to die. If he does end up dying, it’s not going to be alone.”

Then there’s a huge boom. The building shakes and the ceiling begins to come down. Maeve pushes both Buck and Eddie out of the room before something hits her head and she blacks out.

The last thing she heads is Buck calling her name.

***

Buck was terrified that this would happen one day. That Maeve would play the hero and get hurt. He doesn’t know what’s happening on the other side of the blocked door.

“Maeve!” Buck is shouting, straining to hear if Maeve says anything. “Maeve, can you hear me?”

Bobby asks over the radio of the three of them are okay, and Eddie answers. “Buck and I are fine,” he states. “Maeve is trapped in a room with an injured man. We can’t get to her without some tools, Cap.”

Buck tries to clear the doorway with his hands, but the concrete slabs are too thick, and he can’t move them. “Maeve, please say something if you can hear me!”

Maeve might be hurt; Maeve might be dead. Maeve needs to be saved because Buck refuses to let Harper lose both her parents before she’s eleven.

“Buckley, get back!” Bobby shouts. Hen and Chimney begin to dig at the concrete separating Buck from the woman that he fell in love with.

He realized that recently while lying in his bed, lazily kissing her after a round of sex. Both of them were panting and covered in a layer of sweat, but Maeve was beautiful. So damn beautiful, and Buck couldn’t see a life without her in it. Her and Harper. He almost blurted it out right then and there, but he knew that Maeve probably wasn’t ready to say it back. Maeve may not even feel the same way that Buck does.

The concrete crumbles after a few minutes of working on it and Buck can finally get inside the room.

Maeve lays unconscious by the door. Small pieces of rock surround her and are on her jacket. Her eyes are closed, and Buck can’t tell if she’s breathing or not.

The man, Ethan, lays dead in the corner.

Buck is quick to pick Maeve up, holding her bridal style. “You are not dying on me, Maeve Grier,” Buck groans as he picks her up. “You are not leaving me and you’re sure as hell not leaving Harper.”

“Buck,” Eddie calls, getting Buck’s attention. “Get her in the back of the ambulance. I’ll drive. Hook her up to oxygen because who knows how much smoke she’s inhaled.”

She wasn’t in there for that long. Twenty minutes, tops.

He does what Eddie says to do though. Buck is quick to get Maeve into the ambulance. He finds that his cheeks are wet as he works on Maeve in the back of the ambulance. He checks her pulse, finding that it’s strong. He hooks Maeve up to 100% oxygen.

But she’s still unconscious. Blood oozes from the head wound she probably sustained when she fell to the found, causing a crimson mask to form on her face. Buck wipes it away with a towel.

Buck takes Maeve’s hand in his. “Stay with me, Maeve,” he whispers, but he knows that Eddie can hear him from the driver’s seat. “I can’t lose you, Maeve. You need to stay with me because I-” No. He won’t tell Maeve he loves her for the first time while she’s unconscious in an ambulance.

Eddie looks back at Buck through the rearview mirror. “Because you love her,” Eddie finishes for him.

“Yeah,” he sighs, pushing a loose strand of hair out of Maeve’s face. “I do.”

***

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Maeve finally comes to, but she’s not laying on the hard ground as expected. She’s laying in a soft bed. When her eyes flutter open, Maeve’s greeted by a white light.

She thinks she’s dead for a second before the white goes away and she finds out that she’s staring up at the light on the ceiling.

Maeve glances around the room, eyes landing on someone lying beside her with is head on her hand.

“Buck,” Maeve croaks out.

His head shoots up, eyes wide. “Hey,” he says, smiling. He brings Maeve’s hand up and kisses her knuckles. “How are you feeling?”

She swallows. “Like I got hit by a train,” she replies. “How long was I out for?”

Buck frowns. “Three days,” he tells her. “Harper’s been saying with Eddie and Christopher. I was going to let her stay with me until you were able to go home but I thought that you’d like to introduce me to her on your own terms. She seems to be okay, even after Eddie told her what happened to you.”

Maeve looks at Buck. “And you?” she asks. “Are you okay?”

The question causes tears to form in Buck’s eyes. “I was terrified, Maeve,” he admits. “We broke through the concrete, and you were just lying on the floor. You looked dead, and I thought that I had lost you.”

“Hey,” Maeve says. “I’m right here, Buck.” She lifts her hand and rests it on Buck’s cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He leans into the touch for a second before Buck leans into Maeve, pressing a light kiss to her lips. It only lasts a second before Buck pulls back. Maeve moves a bit and pats the bed beside her. “Come here, Evan,” she says.

Buck hesitates for a second before he crawls into the bed with Maeve, avoiding any important wires. Maeve curls up to Buck before she falls asleep again.

***

Days later, Maeve is discharged. Buck drives her to her house. Harper’s staying with Eddie for one more night before coming home tomorrow, and Buck is going to stay with Maeve tonight.

Maeve crawls into her bed. She smiles as soon as her head hits the pillow. “I’ve missed my bed,” she sighs.

Buck laughs and sits beside her. “Do you need anything?” he asks. “Something to drink? Something to eat?”

“No,” Maeve states, grabbing one of Buck’s hands. “I just want cuddles with you. Please.”

He happily obliges, crawling into bed beside Maeve. She lays against him, her head on his chest. Maeve listens to his heart beat in his chest. Buck’s arms wrap securely around her shoulders, almost like he’s protecting her from the world.

They lay in silence, but Maeve’s mind won’t stop talking. She enjoys spending time with Buck, even outside of work. She enjoys the cuddles, the kisses, the sex. Buck’s amazing, and he genuinely care for her. He cares for Harper even though he’s never really met her.

Maeve’s fallen for Evan Buckley, but she’s scared to tell him that she loves him. Last time she said that she loved someone, it ended up with an officer showing up at her doorstep to tell her that Luke had died.

“Maeve?” Buck whispers near her ear.

Her eyes close and she goes, “Hm?”

Buck’s quiet for a second before he says softly. “I love you.” Maeve feels her heart skip a beat in her chest. Buck loves her. “I love you, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I know you’re probably not ready to say it back to me, and I’ll wait if you do love me back but are too scared to say it. I just wanted you to know that I’m in love with you, and I’m in love with Harper even though I haven’t met her yet. If she’s anything like her mother, then I’m so excited to meet her.”

She lifts her head up and smiles. “I do feel the same, Buck,” she tells him, which causes Buck to smile. “But I’m scared to say it. Last time I did, Luke died.”

“That’s okay,” Buck states. “I’ll wait until you’re ready to say it.”

Maeve leans up and captures Buck’s lips in a soft kiss.

I love you too, Buck.

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instant family - part seven | evan buckley

paring: oc x evan buckley

summary of part: several weeks later, Buck is held hostage alongside Eddie while Maeve was given the day off. when Maeve finally sees Buck she’s relieved that he’s okay. the pair end up taking a step forward in their newfound relationship when Maeve takes Buck back to his apartment that night.

rating of part: R (minors dni)

warnings: SMUT. oral (male and female receiving), protected sex. mentions of being held hostage

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Maeve gets the call while she’s out with Harper. The call she’s never thought she would get.

“Maeve, listen to me,” Bobby says on the other end of the line. “Buck and Eddie have been taken hostage by two escaped prisoners. We’re trying to locate the ambulance they’re in but we don’t think they’re hurt. We think we know where the ambulance is going but we need to make sure that’s where they’re going.”

Her heart drops into her stomach when she hears that Buck and Eddie have been taken hostage. She barely managed to get out, “Call me when they’re okay, or when you know where they are.”

Bobby promises then Maeve takes Harper to Nylah’s for the time being. When Nylah asks what’s wrong, Maeve responds with, “My co-workers are currently being held hostage and my captain doesn’t know where they are. I need to go and do something to help find them.”

Nylah says, “I’ll take care of Harper as long as you need me to. Don’t worry about payment today. Go make sure your co-workers are okay.” Maeve thanks her before getting back in her car.

It’s almost nighttime. The sun is setting. Maeve’s mind is running a thousand miles an hour. Is Eddie okay? Is Buck okay? Have they been hurt? How did they manage to get held hostage, and in an ambulance? It’s Buck and Eddie, and they’re idiots sometimes, but they’re definitely smart enough to not get held hostage.

She’s driving to the firehouse when her phone begins ringing throughout the car. It’s Bobby. Maeve’s quick to answer it. “Bobby-”

“They’re headed to the hospital,” Bobby says. “We found out they’re being held hostage by two prisoners who escaped after disguising themselves as guards. Maeve, they’re armed so don’t try anything until LAPD and SWAT get there. Please. I know you’re close with both of them but don’t do anything reckless. You have a daughter.”

Maeve sighs. “I’m not going to do anything reckless, Bobby. I promise that I’ll wait for LAPD and SWAT to get there.” Then Maeve hangs up, hitting the gas.

When she gets to the hospital, she sees flashing lights. Cop cars surround the ambulance. She parks the car and gets out, finding Athena almost right away. “Athena!” Maeve calls out. “Athena, where is-”

Before Athena can answer, there’s a gunshot. Both Athena and Maeve look in the direction of the ambulance.

Buck.

Maeve runs over to the ambulance. She sees Eddie performing CPR on someone then Buck comes running out of the hospital. “Eddie!” he yells.

Buck doesn’t notice Maeve standing there as he and Eddie get the guy inside. Eddie goes with the guy and Maeve assumes it’s one of the prisoners. Buck stays behind. “Buck!” she calls out, pushing her way past some of the LAPD. “Buck!”

His eyes immediately land on Maeve as she runs up to him. Maeve’s quick to wrap herself around the taller man. Buck wraps his arms around her waist. “Oh my God, Buck,” Maeve practically cries into the crook of Buck’s neck. “Bobby told me what happened and I didn’t know if you were okay or where you were.”

“I’m okay,” Buck tells her. “I promise I’m okay. Just a little bump on my head, but I promise I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Maeve pulls back from the hug and looks up at Buck, noticing that his head is bleeding. “You promised me that you wouldn’t do anything stupid, Buck,” Maeve states.

Buck’s hands come up to cup her face, drying the tears rolling down her cheeks with his thumbs. “I said that I wouldn’t run toward literal bombs again,” Buck reminds her. “But this wasn’t me doing something stupid, Maeve. It’s a thing that happened. Neither of us thought we were in danger.”

She buries her face in Buck’s chest, closing her eyes and breathing in Buck’s musky scent. “I can’t lose you, Evan,” Maeve practically whispers, using Buck’s first name. “I can’t.”

He rests a finger under Maeve’s chin, lifting her head up so she’s looking up at him. “You’re not going to lose me, Maeve,” he promises. “Ever. I’ll do reckless things, I’ll get held hostage, but you’ll never lose me.”

Not caring who’s around, Maeve pulls Buck to her and gets on her tiptoes. She captures Buck’s lips in a kiss that is intense from the beginning. Their lips mold together quickly, like they have dozens of times before. Maeve’s fists are full of Buck’s t-shirt and Buck’s fingers have found a home in Maeve’s loose hair that she didn’t bother tying up.

Maeve’s quick to push her tongue into Buck’s mouth, causing Buck to pull back from the kiss just a little bit and rest his forehead on Maeve’s. Both of them breathe the same air as they recover from the intense kiss.

Too far.

“We’re in a hospital parking lot,” Buck reminds Maeve. “I know it’s been a rough few hours for you but we can’t make out in the parking lot of a hospital where Eddie almost got shot, again.”

He has a point. “I’m sorry,” Maeve says, looking up into Buck’s eyes. Her hands now rest on Buck’s chest. Buck’s thumbs run over Maeve’s lips. “Do you wanna get your head bandaged then I can take you home? You shouldn’t drive.”

Buck nods and says, “Yeah. That sounds like a plan.”

Together, they walk inside the hospital and stays by Buck’s side as his forehead gets cleaned and bandaged.

***

Maeve drives Buck to the station so he can get changed then drives him to his apartment. When she parks her car, Maeve turns to Buck. “Do you need me to stay with you for a bit?” she offers. “I can have my sitter take Harper for the night or Harper can get dropped off here?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to officially meet your daughter like this,” Buck states, referring to the bandage on his forehead. “I would like you to stay the night with me though.”

She nods. “I’ll tell my sitter to watch Harper for the night then,” Maeve tells Buck. He nods in response then gets out. Maeve quickly sends a text.

co-workers are okay. staying with one of them for the night. can you take harper for the night and drop her off at school in the morning?

Nylah’s quick to answer.

of course, miss grier. enjoy your night. i’ll give harper a kiss for you.

With that taken care of, Maeve gets out. She locks her door and follows Buck upstairs to his apartment.

Maeve’s been here a handful of times, sneaking in little makeout sessions with Buck on his couch or in the shower. Never have they gone all the way though. Buck respects Maeve and will do the sex thing when she’s ready.

“I don’t have any clothes to wear to bed, Buck,” Maeve realizes out loud. She turns toward Buck.

“Go put on my clothes,” Buck tells her. “Whatever you want.”

She nods and heads up to his loft bedroom. Maeve grabs his LAFD hoodie that has his name written on the back. She grabs a pair of his gym shorts and puts them on. Maeve hears his voice downstairs. “I’m fine, Taylor,” Maeve hears Buck say. “Just a bump on the head.” He pauses. “No, Maeve’s with me. I’m fine. Goodbye.”

Taylor? He’s talking to Taylor Kelly?

Maeve stands at the top of the stairs, looking at Buck in the kitchen. “Taylor Kelly?” she asks. “Are you serious?”

Buck looks up at Maeve. “She heard about the hostage situation and called to check in, make sure I was okay,” Buck explains. “That was the first time I’ve talked to her in months.”

She relaxes, trusting Buck on his word. “Okay,” Maeve sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“Come here,” Buck says. Maeve walks down the stairs and walks up to Buck. He looks down at Maeve. When she stands in front of him, Buck leans down and surprises Maeve with a kiss.

Maeve’s eyes flutter shut and she melts into the kiss. Maeve kisses Buck back, slowly. She wants to enjoy the soft kiss for a second. She hums softly against Buck’s lips as she feels his hands rest on her waist. Maeve takes a step closer to Buck, almost flush against his body.

After a few seconds, Buck pulls back. Maeve looks up at him. “And that was for .?” she asks.

Buck looks down at Maeve. “What? I can’t kiss my girlfriend?”

Both their eyes widen when Buck says the g-word. Maeve stammers, “I, uh, girlfriend?”

“I mean, if you, uh,” Buck states. “It’s you want to be. It’s just you for me, Maeve. No more Taylor, just you. It’s been you probably since that kiss in the club all those weeks ago. You, and Harper.”

No one’s ever mentioned Harper when telling Maeve he wants to be with her. It’s always just been Maeve, not Maeve and Harper.

Maeve smiles and pulls Buck down into another soft kiss. Buck smiles against Maeve’s lips, moving his hands up to cup her face. “Mm,” Maeve suddenly hums, pulling back from the soft kiss. “I like the sound of girlfriend.”

Buck smiles down at Maeve. “Me too,” Buck admits. Maeve laughs.

The two of them look down at each other before the mood turns serious. “Harper and I are a package deal, Buck,” Maeve tells him. “She goes where I go.”

“I know,” Buck says. “You once said that no one wants that instant family that comes with being in a relationship with someone who has a kid. I do, with you, Maeve. You, me, and Harper, whenever I officially meet her.”

Maeve runs her fingers over the bottom of Buck’s shirt. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me,” Maeve admits. “No one’s ever mentioned Harper when they’ve wanted to be with me. Except for you.”

Buck tucks a stand of hair behind Maeve’s ear. “Because I know that she’s the true love of your life,” Buck tells her. “Harper will come before anyone you decide to start a relationship with. I also told you before that I’d be willing to be that fatherly figure for Harper.”

A pout forms on Maeve’s face. “You’re saying all the right things, Buck,” she states.

“Good,” Buck laughs. “Because I want you to know that I am in this. I look forward to meeting your daughter, whenever you trust me enough to let me meet her.”

She smiles up at Buck before saying, “Give me a few days to think about it. In the meantime, let’s stop talking about my daughter and talk about something else for a little bit.”

“Or we just don’t talk at all,” Buck suggests. “You look good in my hoodie. Especially my hoodie that has my name on it.”

Maeve’s face heats up a bit. “Evan Buckley,” she gasps. “I didn’t come here to makeout with you again. I came to make sure you were okay after getting hit in the head with the butt of a gun.”

Buck smirks and, in one movement, pins Maeve against the island counter. He traps her between him and the counter. “I’m okay,” Buck states. “I’m standing straight up, nothing’s spinning, and I don’t have a headache. I promise that I’m okay.”

His eyes shift down to Maeve’s for a second.

Oh, screw it, Maeve thinks to herself before she pulls Buck down for a rough kiss. Hands are roaming bodies; tongues are fighting for dominance. It’s a heated kiss from first contact. Maeve’s back is being pushed against the counter, hard. It kinda hurts.

“Buck,” Maeve groans into the kiss. “If you’re going to break my back, don’t do it against the counter please.”

He smiles and picks Maeve up without breaking the kiss. Maeve wraps her legs around Buck’s waist while Buck’s hands are on her thighs, holding her up. Buck turns and begins to walk up the stairs. Maeve pulls back from the kiss and attaches her lips to Buck’s neck, right under his jaw. “God, Maeve,” Buck groans. “Wait until we’re in bed before you start doing that.”

Maeve smiles against Buck’s skin before mumbling, “I couldn’t help it, Buck.”

Buck then drops Maeve on the bed with no warning. Maeve smiles and looks up at Buck, who stands between Maeve’s legs that hang off the bed. Maeve sits up and asks, “Do you want to shower before we do anything else? You’ve had a long day and probably haven’t had the chance to. I don’t want to kiss a sweaty Buck.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Buck teases. Maeve rolls her eyes. “But yes. I’ll go shower. Only if you join me though.”

With that statement and a smile, Buck turns and walks off to the bathroom. He pulls off his shirt, dropping it to the floor before entering the bathroom. Maeve hears the shower water turn on, and the bathroom door is wide open. She leans sits up and watches Buck. He kicks off his shoes and pushes his jeans down. Maeve bites her lip as Buck stands in the bathroom in his boxers.

Maeve stands up, and walks toward the bathroom, pulling off the hoodie she’s wearing. She loses the gym shorts she’s wearing on the way to the bathroom. Buck’s completely naked and in the shower at this point. Maeve completely strips and closes the bathroom door. She ties her hair up in a messy bun before stepping into the stand-up shower behind Buck.

His back is turned to Maeve, water droplets rolling down his back. Maeve stares for a second before she slowly wraps her arms around Buck’s torso, pressing her chest against his back. She leaves soft kisses on his back by his shoulder blades because that’s about all Maeve can reach.

Buck turns and looks down at Maeve. He moves so Maeve’s back is pressed against the cool tile wall. She shivers before Buck leans down and kisses her. Maeve slowly kisses Buck back, savoring the kiss. She sighs softly into the kiss.

After a few moments, Buck pulls back and looks Maeve in the eyes. “I, uh,” Buck stammers. “Tell me if you don’t feel comfortable with me doing something.” Maeve nods and Buck sinks down to his knees in front of Maeve. Her jaw drops when she realizes what’s about to happen.

Maeve watches Buck start to kiss up her inner thighs, getting closer to her sex. She bites her lip and makes eye contact with Buck as he puts one of her legs over his own shoulder.

He uses his fingers and begins to rub Maeve’s clit. She gasps, “Buck.” He smirks and soon replaces his fingers with his mouth. His tongue circles the clitoris and his fingers run up and down Maeve’s thighs. He knows this drives her wild. Maeve’s head leans back against the wall, and her fingers are in Buck’s wet, curly hair.

Then Maeve feels one of Buck’s fingers tease her entrance. “Go, Buck,” she cries out from all the pressure. “Please, God. Go.” With Maeve’s verbal consent, Buck pushes a finger inside of her. Maeve whines and grips Buck’s hair a bit.

One finger soon becomes two, and it’s not long before Maeve releases.

She cries out Buck’s name as she comes over Buck’s fingers. Buck smiles and puts her leg down. Her legs are still shaking from the orgasm that she just had. Buck’s quick to stand up and keep her anchored. “That was hot,” Maeve states before pulling Buck into a kiss. She hums as she tastes herself on his lips.

Maeve reaches down between them, taking Buck’s half-hard dick into her hand. It twitches happily in her hand. She pumps him slowly, causing him to groan into the kiss. Maeve smirks into the kiss.

Buck rests his hands on Maeve’s cheeks, pulling her away from the kiss. Maeve licks her bottom lip before turning them to Buck’s back is pressed against the wall. She begins to kiss her way down Buck’s chest and stomach, kissing his tattoos along the way.

It’s now Maeve’s turn to sink down to her knees. The warm shower water now hits Maeve’s back. She’s eye-to-eye with Buck’s erect dick. She bites her bottom lip before she licks her way up the shaft to the tip. She knows Buck’s clean, he got tested and showed her the results. She knows it’s safe to suck him off without a condom.

“Fuck, Maeve,” Buck practically growls. His words shoot straight to her core. Maeve smirks before she wraps her lips around the bright red tip that’s already leaking with pre-come. Maeve moves her head so Buck fills up her mouth. She hollows her cheeks and begins to suck Buck off.

Her tongue swirls around the tip when she’d pull her head back, and the tip would almost hit the back of her throat when she’d move forehead. Buck bites his lip, and Maeve’s fingers would be on Buck’s thighs as she sucked him closer to an orgasm.

Then Maeve begins to think about sex, like all the way. She imagines how it would feel to have Buck thrusting in and out of her. She imagines maybe even riding him to both their orgasms. Him thrusting up into her as she rolls her hips until they both come-

Maeve pulls back from Buck, looking up at him. She stands up and before Buck can ask why she stopped, Maeve says, “I want you, Buck.”

“Maeve, if you’re not-”

She shakes her head and interrupts Buck. “Please, Buck,” she pleads. “I want you.”

Buck considers for a moment before he reaches and turns the shower off. The two of them stumble their way to Buck’s bed. Maeve moves back on the bed and Buck crawls on top of her. Their lips connect as Buck hovers on top of Maeve. His dick pokes her inner thigh as she rolls her hips up against Buck’s. Both of them groan into the intense kiss.

His lips soon leave Maeve’s and connect to her neck right above her collarbone. She throws her head back and sighs, “Buck, please. I want you. I need you.”

He pulls back from Maeve and reaches over into his bedside table. He digs around for a second before pulling out a tiny silver package. Buck comes back and hovers over Maeve again. “Are you one hundred percent sure?” Buck asks her.

Maeve nods and looks up at Buck. “Please, Evan,” she whispers, using Buck’s first name.

Buck considers for a moment before he tears open the condom package with his teeth. He slides it’s contents on himself and throws the open package to the floor. He looks at Maeve for a second before he leans down and kisses her. Maeve slides her tongue passed Buck’s lips.

After a few seconds, Buck lines himself up with Maeve’s entrance. A second or two passes before Buck pushes himself into Maeve. She gasps against Buck’s lips as he fills her up, eventually breaking the kiss.

It’s been a while since Maeve has had sex. She’s not used to the feeling of someone inside of her, but she loves the feeling of Buck filling her up.

Buck waits for Maeve’s permission to move. “Okay?” he asks her.

“Yeah,” she says. “Go. Move. Please.”

He listens to her, beginning to thrust his hips into her. Maeve’s breathing quickens. She gasps and drags her fingers down Buck’s back as his thrusts speed up. Buck’s lips brush against Maeve’s as he moves, their foreheads connected. “God, Maeve,” Buck groans. “You feel so good around me.”

Maeve’s fingernails dig into Buck’s lower back. Her moans are soft at first, but get louder as Buck picks up speed.

The apartment is filled with the sounds of Maeve’s moans and the creaking bed that they’re on. The two of them move in sync against each other, like they’ve had sex before. This is the first time they’ve gone this far with each other though.

And Maeve loves it.

Buck pushes Maeve’s legs up over his shoulders, giving himself complete access to Maeve. “Fuck, Buck,” Maeve moans.

Maeve feels like she’s on cloud 9 from the pleasure. Buck’s moving at just the right speed, hitting all the right spots. Her legs begin to shake as she’s fucked closer to a second orgasm.

She whines and moans as Buck moves deeper into her. He hits her g-spot and she cries out, “Right there. God, don’t stop, Evan.”

“My name sounds so good when you say it like that,” Buck growls in Maeve’s ear. “Keep saying it.”

Maeve meets Buck’s eyes. “You’re so fucking hot while you’re on top of me and fucking me, Evan.”

Buck smirks and begins to slam into her g-spot.

Then Maeve has what’s probably the best orgasm of her life. She sees stars as she comes around Buck. She moans his name louder than she ever has before. Her legs are shaking with the orgasm she just had. She’s panting as Buck helps them both ride out their orgasms.

He pulls out and collapses beside Maeve on the bed. He pulls off the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the little trash can by his bed. Maeve lays on her back and stares at the ceiling, breathing slowing and unable to move after that Earth shattering orgasm.

Buck throws a blanket over them both, covering his waist down and Maeve’s chest down. “You okay?” Buck breathes out.

“Yeah,” Maeve sighs. “Give me a second to recover.”

He laughs and lays on his side, facing Maeve. Buck uses his pointer finger and runs it over Maeve’s cheekbones lightly. Maeve leans into his touch, closing her eyes.

Buck intertwines their legs together under the blanket. Maeve smiles and Buck whispers, “You’re perfect, Maeve. You’re just so … amazing.”

Maeve’s eyes open and she looks over at Buck. “Says you,” she whispers back. “You run toward literal bombs.”

“Not anymore.”

***

The next morning, Maeve and Buck are tangled up with each other. Buck’s face is buried in Maeve’s hair and Maeve’s face is buried in Buck’s neck. The blanket still covering their naked bodies and intertwined legs.

Maeve’s the first one to wake up. Sunlight comes in through the large windows. Her eyes flutter open and she’s pleasantly surprised to see Buck still sleeping. Soft snores pass his slightly parted lips and it takes everything in Maeve to run her thumbs over them or kiss them.

She smiles when Buck begins to eventually stir. He opens his eyes and looks at Maeve. “Hi,” she whispers to him. “Good morning.”

“It’s definitely a good morning,” Buck groans, voice deep. His morning voice is something else.

Maeve leans her head forward a bit, capturing Buck’s lips in a very soft kiss as they’ve both just woken up. Buck smiles and Maeve pulls back. “I could definitely get used to this.” she admits to Buck.

Buck nods and says, “Me too.” His eyes examine every part of Maeve’s face. Her hair is a mess, and she doesn’t try and fix it. “Do you have a shift today?”

She shakes her head. “No,” she tells him. “Did Bobby gives you a few days off?”

“Yeah,” he says, lightly kissing Maeve again. “Yesterday was rough, until I saw you.”

Maeve hums as they lazily makeout in Buck’s bed, neither wanting to move.

Then Maeve’s phone begins to ring on Buck’s bedside table. “No,” Buck mumbles. “Don’t answer it because it’s reality calling.”

She smiles and pulls back from the kiss. “It could be Nylah, Buck,” she tells him, reaching for her phone. “My sitter that’s watching my daughter.” Buck groans when Maeve answers the phone, seeing that it is Nylah. “Good morning, Nylah. Is Harper okay?”

Buck leans in and presses his lips to Maeve’s cheek, kissing from her cheekbone to her jaw and down to her neck. Maeve has to stay quiet while she’s on the phone. “Everything is okay, Miss Grier,” Nylah states. “Just through that I would remind you that Harper will be getting out of school at 11:10 today due to the teacher’s having an in-service day this afternoon. The teacher outside told me.”

Maeve looks at the time and sees that it’s 10:30. She’s almost late to pick up her own daughter. “Oh, right,” Maeve sighs, distracted by Buck sucking a mark into the skin on her chest. “Uh, thank you, Nylah. I’ll make sure to pick her up at 11:10.” She says the time out loud so Buck hears her. He looks up at her.

“Will I be needed tonight?” Nylah asks.

Probably. “No, not tonight,” Maeve tells her. “I think I’m going to spend tonight with her since I didn’t get to last night. I’ll give you a call if things change though.”

Nylah says, “Then I’ll see you on Friday afternoon.”

“See you then,” Maeve states before the line goes dead. As soon as Buck knows Maeve’s off the phone, his lips are on hers. “Buck. I have to go pick up my daughter from school in forty minutes.”

Buck groans and pulls back from the kiss. “How am I supposed to not see you all day after what we did last night?” he asks.

Maeve practically giggles, “You’ll survive, Buck. You’ll have all these to remember me by.” She runs her fingers over the numerous marks across Buck’s chest that will be covered by his shirt.

He pouts when Maeve gets out of bed, but smiles when she puts on the hoodie she wore last night. “I’m taking this,” she tells him. “I won’t wear it to work, I promise.”

Buck sits up in bed, blankets covering him from his waist down. In the light, Maeve can see the damage she did to Buck’s chest. Damn.

“What’s the scar on your lower stomach from?” Buck curiously asks. “I’ve seen it before but you never told me where it’s from.”

Maeve looks over at Buck as she ties her messy hair up in a bun. “My C-section scar,” Maeve tells Buck. “Harper was a breach so I had an emergency C-section instead of a natural birth. I hope that one day I’ll have a natural birth. It’s something I’ve wanted to experience.”

He watches her put on her jeans and says, “You want more kids.” It wasn’t a question.

She looks up at him. “We don’t need to have this conversation now,” Maeve tells him. “We just made things official last night. We don’t need to have serious conversations right now.”

“I want kids,” Buck blurts out. “I love practically co-parenting Christopher with Eddie because Eddie’s my best friend and I’m always around Chris. I love kids in general. I want one or two of my own.”

That surprises Maeve yet causes butterflies to flutter in her belly at the thought of one day having kids with Buck. “Great,” Maeve says. “Because I want one or two more, but right now, I have to go pick up the one I already have from school so I’ll see you Friday for our shift.”

As Maeve goes to leave, Buck calls, “What, no goodbye kiss?” Maeve smiles and rolls her eyes.

She walks to Buck’s bedside, leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss to Buck’s lips. When Buck goes to deepen the kiss, Maeve pulls back and shakes her head. “I have to go, Buckley,” she states. “I’ll call you tonight, when I’m alone in bed.” Maeve winks then goes downstairs.

“You’re such a tease, Grier,” Buck calls.

“You know it, Evan.”

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instant family - part six | evan buckley

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summary of part: Maeve and Buck have been sneaking around (rendezvousing at Buck’s apartment or the bunk room of the station) for two weeks. then the blackout hits, causing Maeve to bring Harper to the station so her babysitter can be with her family. the 118 meets Harper, and Buck is in shock that Maeve has a daughter. the two argue over why Maeve kept Harper a secret but they reconcile

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warnings: NSFW CONTENT. a heavy makeout session and a shower scene. language throughout

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The two weeks following Maeve and Buck’s secret little meeting in the bunk room are filled with other secret little meetings. The pair sneak around everyone’s backs for two weeks. Maeve would go to Buck’s apartment right after their shift, or if she’s working a shift without him. The two would meet in the bunk room while no one was in there if there’s a lull in the day.

Buck likes to sneak glances at Maeve while everyone is around. Maeve likes to play with Buck’s fingers when no one’s around, the same fingers that made her come several days ago.

But tonight, Maeve’s at home with Harper. She’s reading Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli to Harper. It’s her daughter’s favorite book. Harper is curled up at Maeve’s side on Maeve’s bed while Maeve reads her to sleep.

Maeve’s phone buzzes on her bedside table but she ignores it, knowing who it probably is.

While Maeve is flipping the page of the book, Harper asks, “Mommy, when will you get a boyfriend?”

Caught very off guard, Maeve stammers, “I, uh, where did that come from?”

Harper shrugs and says, “Christopher was telling me that his dad had a girlfriend and asked me if you had a boyfriend. I didn’t know if you had one of them.”

Maeve sighs, having dreaded this conversation with her daughter. “Um,” Maeve begins, closing the book having already mentally noted what page they’re on. “I don’t have a boyfriend. There’s a reason I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Why?” Harper asks, curiosity laced in her voice.

Unsure how to answer this question, Maeve grabs the picture from her bedside table. The picture of her and Luke after she just found out she was pregnant with Harper.

She hands Harper the picture. “You see him?” Maeve asks, pointing at Luke. “That’s your dad. Your dad passed away before he could meet you. I loved your dad very much, and I don’t think I could ever love anyone like I loved your dad. That’s why I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Harper looks at the picture then looks up at Maeve. “You must’ve loved daddy a lot,” Harper quietly says.

Maeve feels tears prick her eyes before nodding. “I loved him a lot,” Maeve echoes. “I still love him a lot.”

“Daddy would want you to be happy though,” Harper tells her mother. “If that’s with a boyfriend then I don’t think he’d mind as long as your happy.”

A light laugh leaves Maeve’s lips. “When did you get so smart? Hm?”

Then Maeve attacks Harper with kisses. Harper squeals and giggles. “Mommy! Stop it!”

Maeve laughs and before she can say something, the lights go out. Confused, she grabs her phone. She looks at the four messages that she’s missed. All of which are from Buck.

this shift is so boring without you here

technology has been going crazy all day

maeve, bobby wants you to come in. ransomware attacks caused the apparent blackout. they don’t know when the lights will be turned back on, but it might be a while.

all shifts need to report to the 118 as soon as possible. bobby’s orders. we were on a call but we’re headed back now. he wants you there before we get back.

“Shit,” Maeve mumbles under her breath. She scrambles to get up out of bed. Harper looks at her with a very scared and very confused look on her face.

As Maeve changes out of her pajamas into an LAFD t-shirt and jeans, she says, “Harper, baby, I need you to go get your teddy and grab your backpack. I’ll be there in two seconds to pack some clothes for you.”

Harper gets off Maeve’s bed, putting the picture down. “Mommy, what’s going on? I’m scared,” she whines.

Maeve walks over to her daughter, saying, “You’ll be okay, I promise. You’re going to come to work with me for a little bit. You’re going to meet my friends, maybe spend time with Christopher if his dad decides to let him come to the firehouse. How does that sound?”

Her daughter nods and walks off to her bedroom. Maeve grabs her phone and calls Buck when Harper is out of earshot. She puts the phone on speaker and puts it on her bedside table and she finishes getting ready.

“Maeve, where are you?” Buck asks when he picks up the phone. “Bobby said that he wants everyone here now. Including you. Where are you?”

Maeve bites her lips and says, “I’m on my way. I have to walk. There’s no way I’m getting there via my car if there’s a blackout. The traffic is going to be insane and I’ll never get there.”

Buck is quiet for a second before he says, “Alright, well, hurry up. Be safe but hurry up. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“See you in a bit, Buck,” Maeve says before hanging up the phone. She packs a duffel bag with some clothes and shower supplies. Then she does the same for Harper before she picks up Harper, holding her daughter on her hip.

While Maeve walks to work with Harper on her hip, she calls Nylah. The sitter picks up on the third ring. “Miss Grier, I’m on my way but there is so much traffic. It might be a while. I know you probably have to go into work.”

“Don’t worry about it, Nylah,” Maeve says, slightly out of breath from how fast she’s walking while holding her daughter. “I’ve been called into work but I’m bringing Harper with me. Go home, be with your family. I’ll see you when all of this is over, okay?”

Nylah says, “Thank you, Miss Grier. I’ll see you soon, hopefully.”

The line goes dead and Maeve walks the rest of the way to the 118.

***

It’s close to twenty minutes later Maeve arrives at the 118. “Cap!” Maeve calls. “Cap!”

Bobby appears around the ladder truck. “Maeve, what took you so long?” he asks.

Maeve feels Harper hide behind her and says, “I had to pack a bag for her and for myself. I thought walking would be faster than driving. There’s a lot of traffic.”

Her captain looks at the little girl hiding behind Maeve, clutching her teddy bear close to her. The teddy bear is actually a little bear that Luke bought when he found out Maeve was pregnant with Harper. Luke never found out if it was a little girl or a little boy.

“It’s okay, Maeve,” Bobby says. “I understand. Um, we’ll probably be here for a few days so I’m glad you both brought a bag. I can get her set up in the bunk room if you’d like to go get changed. Christopher’s in there and having a blast with Ravi.”

Maeve looks down at her daughter and asks, “Did you hear that, Harps? Christopher’s here.”

Harper looks a little less scared and asks, “Can I go play with Chris?”

Bobby holds out his hand and says, “Yeah, come on. I’ll show you where he is.” Harper reluctantly goes with Bobby. “So, what’s your name?” Maeve watches them until she can’t see them anymore. She sighs and heads toward he locker room.

Maeve changes into her uniform for the time being. Technically she’s not on shift but she wants to wear it just in case.

When she leaves the locker room, Eddie walks up to Maeve. “Did I see you walk in with Harper?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Maeve replies. “I brought her with me, My sitter has a family so I just thought I’d bring her here so my sitter can be with her family and keep them safe. Yes, I’m nervous that she’s here because I know everyone will ask questions about who she is and why she’s here.”

Eddie blinks at Maeve, saying, “I was nervous for everyone to meet Christopher, but everyone fell in love with him. Especially Buck. They’ll all love Harper. I promise.”

Maeve’s eyes land on Buck, who is sitting at a table with a clipboard. “Maybe not everyone,” she sighs.

“Ana brought Christopher when she brought food,” Eddie tells Maeve. “She grabbed some board games for the kids to play, or even for us to play. She thought that Christopher would feel better here. Kid’s never been keen on the dark so she brought him here with her. I’m glad you decided to bring Harper so Chris wouldn’t be completely alone since we’re technically at work.”

“Sounds great,” Maeve says. “I’m gonna go check in on Harper. I’ll be back soon.” Eddie nods and Maeve walks off to the bunk room.

She opens the door and pops her head in. Ravi sits with Christopher and Harper on one of the bottom bunks. He’s playing the game Hangman in a notebook with the kids. “Hey, Harps,” Maeve says as she walks in. Harper looks up at her mother. “Having fun?”

Harper nods and says, “Yeah. This game is so fun. Chris is really good at it.”

“Am not,” Christopher says. “I’m just a good guesser.”

Maeve laughs and says, “I’m glad you guys are having fun. It’s almost bedtime for you, Miss Harper. I’ll be back when it is bedtime.”

Her daughter nods. Maeve thanks Ravi before leaving.

While she’s headed toward the stairs, Maeve is pulled to the side. Her back is suddenly pressed against one of the trucks and she looks up, meeting Buck’s eyes. “Hi,” Buck says, smiling down at Maeve. “How you doing?”

She rolls her eyes but smiles up at Buck. “Do you always woo women by pinning them against a firetruck and quoting Joey Tribbiani?”

Buck smirks and says, “No. Only you, but I am glad you got the reference.”

“The amount of times I’ve rewatched Friends could be considered unhealthy,” Maeve admits. Then she reaches up and pecks Buck’s lips. “Hi, by the way.”

He smiles and moves his hands so they’re cupping Maeve’s face. Buck leans down and slowly kisses her. Maeve sighs against Buck’s lips, having missed kissing him. She’s practically on her toes to kiss Buck because he’s so tall.

When the two pull back from the kiss, Maeve looks up at Buck. She has a serious look on her face and Buck realizes this. “Uh oh,” he says. “Am I in trouble?”

Maeve shakes her head. “No, but we do need to talk,” she tells Buck.

“Okay,” Buck slowly says. “About what?”

Before Maeve can reply, Ravi calls from the bunk room, “Maeve, Harper wants you to come say goodnight and wants you to tuck her in!”

Buck looks down at Maeve with a very confused look on her face. “Who’s Harper and why does she need you to tuck her in?” he asks.

“I need to go do this then we’ll talk, okay?” Maeve tells Buck, slithering out from between him and the truck.

As she’s walking away, Buck asks, “Who’s Harper?”

Without turning around, Maeve replies with, “My daughter.” Buck’s quiet after that. Maeve walks into the bunk room, finding Harper in the same bunk as Christopher. The two are so small that they can share a bunk bed like this.

Eddie’s kneeling beside the bunk and Maeve kneels beside him. “You both look tired,” Maeve comments, looking between Harper and Christopher.

“It’s past bedtime,” Christopher tells Maeve. “We wanted you and dad to say goodnight to us.”

Maeve smiles and presses a kiss to her daughter’s temple. “Well, goodnight,” she says. “Both of you.”

Harper smiles at her mother. “Goodnight, mommy,” she says, voice slurred with sleep. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles and says, “Goodnight, Harper and Christopher. Sleep tight.” The kids settle into what’s hopefully a deep sleep. Eddie and Maeve quietly leave the room.

Buck’s waiting right outside the room. Eddie looks at Buck and asks, “Did you need to get in there?”

“No,” Buck bluntly replies. “I do need to talk with Maeve though.” Eddie nods and walks off. Maeve states up at Buck. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter? Why didn’t you tell any of us you had a daughter?”

Maeve sighs, “I had her at 18, Buck. I was a single mother at 18 years old because her father died. People pass judgement and I was scared because I’ve seen the look people give me when I tell them I had a baby at 18. I hate that look.”

“You didn’t have to lie to us, Maeve,” Buck tells her. “I love kids, and I’d never judge you for how young you had her.”

She looks up at Buck. “I’m allowed to withhold that information from you, Buck,” Maeve says to Buck. “My personal life isn’t your business. If I wanted to tell you about my daughter than I would have. We’re friends, Buck. We’re not dating.”

A look of anger flashes on Buck’s face. “I finger fucked you two weeks ago and you think we’re still friends?” he asks. “We makeout like we’re horny teenagers almost every time we see each other and you think we’re still friends?”

“If I had told you I had a daughter, would that have changed anything?” Maeve asks. Buck opens his mouth to say something but closes it soon after. “Exactly. It would’ve changed everything. No one wants to be with a 28-year-old woman with a 10-year-old daughter. No one wants that instant family that comes with being in a relationship with someone who has a kid. I get it, Buck. I’ve been there, done that more times than you can count on my fingers.”

Buck’s face softens. “Maeve, that’s not what I’m saying-”

Maeve rolls her eyes and says, “That’s exactly what you’re saying, Buck. You’re not interested in an instant family and I understand that.” She pauses. “Let’s just end whatever this is with us now so it saves us both in the long run.”

He doesn’t say anything so Maeve just walks off. She walks up the stairs, trying to keep her composure. Maeve really likes Buck, but she and Harper are a pair. If someone wants Maeve, they get Harper too.

She joins Eddie and Chimney on the couch in the loft with a sigh. “Everything okay?” Eddie asks.

“Define ‘okay’,” Maeve mumbles.

***

The B shift goes out on a call because they’re technically on duty. Bobby goes with them, leaving Maeve, Eddie, Buck, Hen, Ravi, and Chimney at the 118. Maeve plays pool with Eddie. Hen, Chimney, and Ravi all sit on the couch. Buck’s nowhere to be found.

“Where is Buckley?” Chimney eventually asks. “I haven’t seen him since Maeve got here.”

Maeve shrugs and says, “Maybe getting some shut eye. We do have a shift in a little over five hours.” It’s close to two in the morning.

Everyone knows about Harper so Eddie asks, “Maeve, have you heard anything from the kids’ school about what they’re gonna do?”

She shakes her head. “Nada,” she tells Eddie. “I’m sure we’ll hear something by the time the sun rises. I doubt they’ll be going into school so I guess the question we should be asking is who will be teaching them and helping them with their assignments?”

“Think your new girlfriend Ana would be willing to come in and help them for a bit?” Chimney asks, clearly teasing Eddie.

Eddie blinks at Chimney. “She’s a vice principal now, Chim,” Eddie reminds him. “She has more important things to do than teach my son math. Technically, she already did that.”

Hen says, “I’d be more than happy to help them. Us students need to stick together.”

Everyone laughs, but Maeve’s mind is on Buck. She has no idea where he went after she just walked off earlier. He could be anywhere.

Suddenly, Maeve says, “I need to use the little girl’s room. Excuse me.” She puts down her pool stick and heads downstairs.

Maeve looks everywhere for Buck. The bunk room, the locker rooms, even outside. Then she decides to check the showers. When she’s right outside the men’s showers, Maeve can hear the water running. She sighs with relief, knowing Buck’s in there and not dead in the streets.

She pushes the door open, peeping inside and seeing Buck standing with his hands on one of the sinks. He’s not wearing a shirt and Maeve can see the button of his pants is undone.

“Glad to find you in here instead of out on the street somewhere,” Maeve says, startling Buck.

He jumps at her voice and looks over at her. “Jesus, Maeve,” he gasps. “You don’t need to scare me like that.”

Maeve looks around and asks, “Am I allowed to come in?”

Buck nods and Maeve walks in, locking the door behind her. Just in case. “Look Maeve-”

“Shh for a second,” Maeve interrupts. “Let me talk first.”

He shakes his head and turns himself so he’s leaning against the sink. “I never said that I didn’t want to be with you if you had told me that you had a daughter,” Buck begins. “I also never said that I would so I guess I deserve you walking away from me.”

“Buck-” Maeve tries to say before Buck interrupts her again.

“I would one thousand percent be with you, Maeve,” Buck tells her. “With or without a daughter. I’m in this, if you’ll let me. I’ll never be your daughter’s father, but I’d like to maybe eventually be that fatherly figure that she can go to if she needs me.”

Maeve looks at Buck. She waits for him to be done talking before she begins to say something. “Harper asked me if I had a boyfriend,” Maeve tells Buck. “Not even six hours ago. She said that Luke, my dead boyfriend, wouldn’t mind if I found someone I was happy with. I couldn’t help but think that maybe that someone is you, Buck. My mind went straight to you when she said that to me. I’m so happy when we’re together, and I take back what I said about ending whatever we had. I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to be in that weird phase anywhere where we’re friends but your fingers have literally been inside me.”

Buck pushes himself off the sink and starts to walk up to Maeve. “I don’t want this to end either,” he admits to Maeve.

Then Buck’s lips are on Maeve’s, moving quickly. Maeve doesn’t have time to react before her back is pinned against the door. Buck’s quick to push his tongue past Maeve’s lips, causing her to groan into the kiss.

Maeve’s fingers hook into the belt loops of Buck’s pants, keeping him flush against her body. Buck’s fingers are working on unbuttoning Maeve’s uniform top, untucking it from her pants. Maeve doesn’t stop it.

They’re both undressing each other before Maeve and Buck end up naked and under the lukewarm shower water. It’s dark in the shower room, lit by one of the lamps that Buck brought in. It’s even darker behind the curtain in the shower.

Water slides down both their bodies as Maeve’s lips move in sync with Buck’s. Buck’s hands roam Maeve’s body while Maeve’s fingers make a home in Buck’s wet hair.

“I love seeing you like this,” Buck mumbles into the kiss.

Maeve is pushed against the cool tile wall and pulls back from the kiss. She runs her thumbs across Buck’s swollen lips. “I’m naked,” Maeve says. “Of course you love seeing me like this.”

Buck shakes his head and smiles. “Yeah, it’s definitely because you’re naked,” Buck tells her, sarcasm laced in his voice. “No, I mean like vulnerable. You trust me not to hurt you when you’re like this, and I love that you do trust me enough to be like this in front of me.”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “Who knew Evan Buckley was such a cliché?”

“Shut up,” Buck laughs.

Maeve bites her bottom lip for a second before saying, “Make me.”

Buck smirks and quickly captures Maeve’s lips in another intense kiss.

Okay, maybe Maeve can allow herself to be happy with someone that isn’t Luke. She’s just not sure if she’ll ever love someone like she loved Luke. She’s so happy with Buck, but the million dollar question is will she love him the way he deserves to be loved?

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instant family - part five | evan buckley

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summary of part: Maeve and Buck have been avoiding each other for weeks, until Buck does something reckless at a call and Maeve freaks out on him

rating of part: PG-13

warnings: NSFW CONTENT. a heavy makeout session, fingering. descriptions of a car accident, descriptions of injured people. mentions of death. some language

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The kiss has been the only thing on Maeve’s mind for two weeks. Things haven’t been the same since the kiss though.

Buck’s been avoiding Maeve at the station, and they rarely have talked unless it’s on a call. Since Eddie’s back, and back working as Buck’s partner on calls, Maeve’s been working with Hen and Chimney as a paramedic. It’s been easy for Buck to avoid Maeve, but Maeve doesn’t like the fact that he’s avoiding her.

Two and a half weeks after the kiss at the club, Maeve’s walking up to Eddie. As she’s about to say something, the bell rings. She groans and goes to gear up. Of course there’s gonna be a call when she was going to ask Eddie what she should do about Buck. She hates how things have changed between them since the kiss.

Maeve keeps her eyes on her hands in the ride to the call.

Bobby’s voice comes from the headset. “Okay, listen up,” Bobby says, getting everyone’s attention. “This pileup is going to be rough. Triage and move on. If you can save someone, do it, but don’t play the hero. That includes you, Buckley.”

Buck smiles. “Got it, Cap,” Buck’s voice says through the headset.

“Maeve, I want you to work with Eddie and Buck today,” Bobby tells Maeve. “You will have your medical bag, Buck and Eddie won’t have a medical bag.”

She looks back at Bobby. “You got it, Bobby,” Maeve says into the headset. Then she turns her head to look at Buck. “You do understand that you’ll have to talk to me now, right?”

He squints his eyes at her, saying, “No, I’m just gonna ignore you the entire time.”

Maeve rolls her eyes at him. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

The rest of the ride to the call is quiet and full of tension between Buck and Maeve.

When they get to the pileup, Maeve grabs her medical bag and helmet before walking off with Buck and Eddie. The guys walk ahead of her as they look in every smashed up car.

“Help!” someone calls. Buck, Eddie, and Maeve all run after the voice calling for help.

Buck gets there first and says, “LAFD. Do you need help getting out?”

Maeve runs up and stands beside Buck. “Hi,” she says. “My name’s Maeve. Does anything hurt?”

“I-I can’t feel my legs,” the guy in the driver’s seat stammers. “Am I paralyzed?”

“It’s only temporary,” Maeve admits. “You could’ve bruised your spinal cord or there’s internal bleeding. Let’s get you out of here before we come to any conclusions, okay?”

The guy nods and looks over at Maeve as she grabs a neck collar from her bag.

She practically stops in her actions when she sees the guy’s face. He looks like Luke with his face covers in the blood that’s coming from his head wound. He has the same green eyes that Luke did.

Is this what Luke looked like moments before he died?

“Hey,” Buck says, putting his hand on Maeve’s shoulder. “Maeve, hey. I got this.” Maeve looks over at Buck. His face is soft as he takes the neck collar from her. She releases a shaky breath as Buck puts the collar on the guy’s neck.

Eddie then asks the guy, “What’s your name?”

“Logan,” the guy replies. “My name’s Logan.”

Buck nods and says, “Great. Can you tell me how old you are?”

Logan swallows hard. “19,” he states. “I’m 19 years old. I go to UCLA and I’m a criminal justice major. I was going to take a test. Oh my God, I’m gonna fail the test because I won’t be there.”

Maeve brings herself back to reality, saying, “I’m sure your professor with understand if you can’t make it. Buck, can you go grab the gurney so we can get Logan to a hospital. Eddie, can you wrap his head for me while I make sure our friend can still see and has normal brain function?”

The boys nod with Buck running back to the ambulance. Eddie grabs the gauze from Maeve’s medical bag while Maeve gets in the passenger’s side. She checks his pupils with a flashlight. She has Logan follow the light with his eyes. Then she says, “I’m going to poke your leg with my flashlight. I need you to tell me when you feel something, okay?”

“Got it,” Logan says. Maeve sends him a comforting smile before she starts poking his leg by his knee. She pokes up his thigh. It’s not until she gets to his chest where he says he can feel something. “What does that mean?”

With a sigh, Maeve begins, “You may have a spinal injury. This could be anything from nerve damage to bleeding compressing the spine.”

Panic fills Logan’s eyes and he asks, “Will I be able to walk again?”

“With surgery and physical therapy, yes,” Maeve tells Logan as Buck gets back with the gurney. “It also depends on the extent of the injury. I can promise you that you’ll be under the best care with the doctors at the hospital you’re going to. They’re some of the best in the city.”

With assurance, Logan begins to calm down. Maeve takes his blood pressure and finds it’s a little high, which isn’t surprising considering the circumstances.

Maeve and Buck holds the backboard while Eddie carefully pulls Logan out of the car. He groans in pain as he moves. Once he’s on the backboard, the three of them put him on the gurney. While they transport him to the ambulance, Maeve looks around at the scene.

Smashed up cars everywhere. People with black tags hang from their necks. Paramedics working on people on the ground or in their cars. The sounds of sirens and people crying out for help or people just crying in general. Maeve’s throat closes and she feels tears prick her eyes, knowing the news that some of these people’s families are going to get.

The same news she got ten years ago when Luke was in a car accident.

“Maeve Grier?”

“Can I help you, officer?”

“I regret to inform you that Lucas Acker was involved in a fatal hit and run.”

Maeve is brought out of her head when Eddie says, “I’ll drive him to the hospital. Will you be okay, Maeve?”

She nods. “I’m fine,” she chokes out. Buck turns his head to look at Maeve. Eddie gives her a look of uncertainty. “Eddie, go. I’ll be fine.”

Eddie gets in the ambulance. One of the other 118 firefighters gets in the back with the patient. Eddie drives off a few moments later, leaving Maeve and Buck behind.

“Maeve, if you’re not-” She walks off before Buck can finish that sentence. “Maeve.” Buck follows her.

“I don’t want to hear it, Buck,” Maeve tells him. “I really don’t. You do this all the time. You act like my friend, then you kiss me, and now you’re ignoring me again. I don’t want to hear it from you, Buck.”

As the two walk off to find the next patient, Buck states, “I broke up with Taylor. Well, if you want to get really technical, she broke up with me.”

Maeve sighs, “Can’t imagine why she would break up with you, Buck. I really can’t.” Sarcasm is laced in Maeve’s voice as she talks. “Maybe it was the fact that you kissed me two weeks ago at the club.”

Buck grabs Maeve’s wrist and Maeve turns to look at Buck. “I’m sorry,” Buck says. “Well, I’m sorry for what happened after the kiss. I’m not sorry for the kiss. I just needed a second to talk to Taylor.”

“We’re not having this conversation right now, Buckley,” Maeve tells him. “There are people who need our help right now.”

He nods and Maeve walks off to find their next patient. Buck carries a backboard with him this time. He follows right behind her.

Someone is screaming. Maeve and Buck turn their attention to someone sitting in a burning car. “That car is going to explode in about thirty seconds,” Buck points out.

Then before Maeve can say anything, Buck is off and running to the person trapped inside their burning car. “Buck!” Maeve calls after him. She keeps her distance, eyes on Buck. She spots oil leaking underneath the car. In twenty seconds, that car will become a bomb.

“Buck!” Maeve yells at him. “You have to get away from the car. Buck!”

Buck ignores Maeve’s calls, pulling at the bent in door. Maeve’s eyes fall on the flames that are getting closer to the leaking oil.

Ten. Nine.

“Did he ... is he alive?”

Eight. Seven. Six.

“I’m sorry, Miss Grier. Mister Acker didn’t make it.”

Five. Four.

Buck finally gets the door open. “Come on!” Buck yells at the woman that was trapped inside. “This thing is going to blow up in like five seconds.”

Three. Two.

“Buck!” Maeve practically screeches.

One.

Buck picks up the injured woman and runs toward Maeve. “Maeve, get down!” he yells at her.

Boom.

Both Maeve and Buck duck behind separate cars as the one the woman was trapped in explodes, sending debris everywhere. Maeve covers her head with her arms as she’s curled in a ball behind her car.

Maeve’s heart races in her chest as the scene quiets down for a second. The scene gets so quiet that the only thing Maeve hears in her ears is her heartbeat.

Buck. Where’s Buck?

She scrambles to get up. “Buckley!” Maeve calls out. “Buck! Where are you?” She grabs the backboard that Buck dropped before he went and played hero.

“Maeve!” Buck calls out. “Over here!” Maeve runs over to Buck’s voice. She finds him on his knees beside the woman he saved from the burning car. He’s performing CPR on her. “I couldn’t get a pulse after the car exploded. I need you to intubate. Hurry.”

Maeve is quick to pull out an intubation tube, carefully intubating the woman while Buck does CPR.

“Buckley, Grier,” Bobby says, running up to the pair. “What the hell happened?”

Buck pants as he explains, “We heard someone screaming from the burning car that just exploded. I got her out and her heart just stopped.”

Bobby asks, “What did I say about playing hero, Buck?”

“You also said if we can save someone to do it,” Buck retorts. Maeve gets a bag out and starts squeezing it while Buck does CPR. “I could save her, so I did.”

Chimney comes running up behind Bobby. “Need any help?” Chim asks.

Buck checks the woman’s pulse before saying, “I have a pulse now. We need to get her to the hospital. Now.”

Chim and Buck lift up the woman onto the backboard while Maeve squeezes the bag at a steady rhythm. They grab a gurney and walk to the 118 ambulance that Eddie just brought back.

“I’ll drive,” Buck volunteers. “Wanna come with me, Maeve? You’re doing good with that bag.”

Maeve nods, staying quiet.

Chimney and Buck load the woman into the back of the ambulance. Maeve climbs in, still bagging the woman. Chimney quickly puts an IV in the woman’s arm before letting Buck and Maeve drive off.

The ride is quiet. Maeve’s scared that if she speaks, she’ll just sob.

Those moments before the car explodes while Buck was standing right there, trying to get the woman out, scared the hell out of Maeve. She was afraid that she’d lose the only other person she cared about as much as she cared about Luke.

Buck and Maeve drop off the patient, leaving her in the hands of the doctors. Maeve gets in the passenger’s seat while Buck drives.

Bobby’s voice comes through the radio, saying, “Buckley, Grier. Head back to the 118. The scene has wrapped up and the incident commander said we could head back to the station.”

“Got it, Cap,” Buck says into the radio. “See you at the 118.”

Then a silence falls between Buck and Maeve. Her eyes are looking out the window, watching the buildings pass.

Buck steals a few glances at her without her knowing.

“Maeve,” Buck says softly. She keeps her eyes on the buildings outside. “Maeve, talk to me. What’s going on inside that head of yours?”

Maeve’s eye close and she says, “I’m thinking about how much I hate you.” Her voice is shaky. “You could’ve died, Buck, and I can’t-” She cuts herself off.

Buck asks, “You can’t, what?”

She sighs and swallows hard, “Lose anyone else that I care about. I can’t, Buck.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Maeve,” Buck assures her.

Maeve finally turns her head and looks at Buck. “You ran toward a burning car knowing it was going to blow up within a few seconds. Fuck you, for that by the way. You literally could’ve been killed and I would’ve hated you even more than I do now.”

Buck backs into the 118. “I’m sorry, Maeve,” he says as puts the ambulance in park. They’re the first ones back. “I am.”

“Don’t do it again, Buck,” Maeve says as she gets out, slamming the car door behind her.

She does to shower, so she hops in. Maeve stands under the hot water as the day she’s had washes off of her. She allows herself five minutes to relax in the shower when she’s done washing her hair and body before she dries off, changing into a navy blue LAFD t-shirt, tucking it into her matching uniform pants.

Maeve leaves the showers, walking into the bunk room. She sits on the bottom bunk, French braiding her wet hair down her back.

The door opens and Buck walks in. His uniform shirt hangs open, untucked from his pants. His hair is wet and Maeve notices Buck’s curls. She spots a tattoo that looks like some kind of star on the right side of his chest and a second tattoo that looks like four Xs under his left pec. There’s a third tattoo that Maeve can’t make out, but she’s kind of distracted by the fact that Buck is practically standing in front of her shirtless.

“Can we talk, since we’re both here?” Buck asks, pulling Maeve out of her trance.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Buck,” Maeve says, laying down and turning her back to Buck. “I’m tired so let me sleep.”

Buck sighs and says, “Come on, Maeve. We need to talk, about a lot of things.”

Maeve, growing ever so frustrated with Evan Buckley, sits back up. “You want to talk?” she begins. “Fine. Let’s talk about the fact that you kissed me then ran off to talk to your then-girlfriend. No, actually, let’s talk about the fact that you kissed me when you had a girlfriend to begin with. You don’t wanna talk about that? Oh, let’s talk about the fact you ran toward a fucking bomb because you wanted to play hero.”

“I told you we had a lot to talk about,” Buck softly says.

She puts her head in her hands. “You ran toward a bomb, Buck,” Maeve says. “Pretty much a literal fucking bomb. Do you know what that did to me? Watching you struggling to open the door while I counted down the seconds until you died. You know what was going on in my head while I was counting? I was thinking about when a police officer showed up at my door, telling me that my boyfriend died in a hit and run. I was scared that I’d have to get that news again, but about you. I don’t ever want to get that news about you, Buckley. Got it?”

Tears have begun to fall down Maeve’s cheeks. Buck walks over to Maeve, crouching down in front of her. His hands are on her face, drying her tears with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, Maeve,” Buck says, his eyes soft as they meet Maeve’s. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I really didn’t. I just wanted to save that woman’s life.”

Maeve sighs, “You didn’t have to run toward a bomb, Buck.”

“I know,” Buck softly says. “I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

She pouts and says, “I will, but you have to promise me you won’t do something like that again.”

Buck nods. “I promise. No more running toward literal bombs.”

Maeve wraps her hands around Buck’s wrists as he holds her face in his hands. Her eyes close as Buck brings his forehead to hers.

The two of them sit like this in the dark room for a few moments. A comfortable silence falls between them.

“Buck,” Maeve whispers. “Did you really break up with Taylor?”

Their eyes meet and Buck explains, “Well, I told her what happened with us at the club. She said that she wasn’t really surprised when I told her, but she thanked me for being honest. Then she said that she couldn’t compete with you. That’s when she said we were better off with friends. That was two days later. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you right away.”

Maeve’s face falls. “I should’ve pulled away before you could kiss me,” she practically whispers. “I’m sorry for ruining your relationship with Taylor.”

Buck’s lips brush against Maeve’s as he says, “Don’t be. The relationship wasn’t really going anywhere.”

“I still feel bad,” Maeve softly says. “I’d be mad at me if I ruined your relationship.”

“I’m not mad at you,” Buck tells Maeve. “I enjoyed the kiss.”

Maeve’s fingers grip Buck’s open collar. “I did too,” she admits.

He leans in closer to Maeve before he asks, “Are we allowed to enjoy another kiss?”

She smiles as she glances down at Buck’s lips. “As long as you don’t have another girlfriend.”

Buck makes the space between their lips disappear completely. Maeve is quick to kiss Buck back this time. He settles in between Maeve’s legs as his tongue swipes across her bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Maeve grants him access, and Buck pushes his tongue in between her lips.

An involuntary groan passes Maeve’s lips as Buck deeply kisses her. Maeve pulls Buck into her as she lays on her back on the lower bunk. Maeve suddenly finds herself underneath Buck as the kiss rapidly intensifies. Buck’s hands press into the bed on either side of Maeve’s head, keeping himself up so he’s not crushing her. Maeve’s hands are in Buck’s damp hair.

Then Buck begins to roll his hips against Maeve’s, causing her to groan again into the kiss. “Buck,” Maeve mumbles against his lips. “We’re at work. We shouldn’t-”

“I won’t do anything that would get us in trouble, Maeve,” Buck interrupts. He pulls back from the kiss, his lips red and swollen from the kiss. “Do you trust me?”

Maeve’s eyes meet Buck and her mouth moves before she can even think about her answer. “Yes.”

Buck smiles and leans down to kiss her again. Maeve smiles into the kiss before it’s her turn to push her tongue into his mouth. Buck lets out a soft groan as she rolls her hips up against his at the same time. “God, Maeve,” Buck practically growls into the kiss.

The kiss is just a lot of tongue and dry humping, until Maeve take take it and more. She takes one of Buck’s hands and guides it down to the waistband of her pants. “Maeve,” Buck mumbles into the kiss, almost reminding her that they are at work.

“Please,” Maeve pleads. “Buck, please.”

With that, Buck sits back on his knees. He untucks her shirt and unbuttons her pants, pushing them down her legs until they’re on the floor. Maeve’s breathing has quickened as she watches Buck push up her shirt just so her stomach is exposed.

Buck leans down and presses soft kisses to her belly. Maeve hopes that it’s dark enough in the room so he doesn’t see the scar from her emergency C-section that she had when Harper was born.

He kisses his way to the waistband of her underwear, fingers hooking into the sides. He looks up at her, eyes asking if this is okay. Maeve nods and lifts her butt off the bunk enough so he can slide her underwear off of her. The thin fabric finds it’s way down on the floor with Maeve’s pants.

Maeve feels Buck kiss her thigh, right by her naked core. She shudders at the feeling. It’s been so long since she’s been kissed and touched like this. Close to two years. “Buck,” Maeve sighs.

His fingers begin to work at her already sensitive clit. A gasp passes Maeve’s lips and she grips the blanket on the bunk. Her breathing is labored as Buck pleasures her like no one has before.

“You have to stay quiet,” Buck tells her. “Or I’ll stop.”

Maeve nods quickly. Then she feels one of Buck’s fingers enter her. She gasps softly and lets out a soft moan. Buck pumps his finger in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. “Faster, Buck,” Maeve pleads. “Please.”

Buck makes his way back up to her lips, kissing her softly. “I got you, Maeve,” he mumbles against her lips. “I promise, I got you.”

He moves his finger faster, curling it slightly so it hit her g-spot. Buck’s lips on hers keeps Maeve from crying out in pleasure. He soon adds a second finger and a third, which drives Maeve crazy because how is this man so good at pleasuring her? It’s almost like he knows every single one of her spots.

His fingers bring Maeve closer and closer to her climax. “Buck,” she moans into the kiss.

“Let go, Maeve,” Buck mumbles into the kiss. “I’ll catch you.”

So she does. Maeve sees white as she comes around Buck’s fingers. She whines into the kiss as Buck helps her ride out her orgasm.

When she comes down, Buck pulls a blanket over Maeve’s naked bottom half. He moves so he’s laying on his side next to her. His back is practically against the wall. Maeve lays on her back, panting slightly. Her fingers are under Buck’s chin, and her eyes are on his.

Buck asks, “Am I forgiven for running toward a bomb now?”

Maeve rolls her eyes and smiles. “Not yet,” she says, reaching up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You still have a lot to prove.”

He smiles back at Maeve and chases her lips, capturing them in another kiss.

Maeve has let herself fall too hard for Buck. There’s no going back now.

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summary of part: Eddie comes back to the 118 three months after getting shot. Maeve realizes her feelings toward Buck. She finds out that she’s here to stay at the 118, so she goes out with the 118 for drinks the next night.

rating of part: PG

warnings: mentions of Eddie’s shooting, cheating (Buck would never but for this universe, just once)

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Maeve is up in the loft cooking with Bobby. They decided to treat the 118 to a large dinner before their shift actually begins. They have a 24-hour shift ahead of them.

Buck shows up first, Chimney and Hen right behind him. The three of them change before making their way up the stairs. “Smells good, Cap,” Buck states, sitting at the dining room table. “Hey, Maeve.”

“Hi, Buck,” Maeve says, feeling her face heating up as she feels Buck’s eyes on her as she cuts some carrots. “We’re making you guys dinner before our shift begins.”

Hen asks, “Whatcha making?”

Bobby replies with, “Maeve’s making chicken soup and I’m making garlic bread to go with it.”

Maeve smiles and says, “I make a mean chicken soup.”

Buck gets up and steals a carrot slice and before Maeve can object, Buck asks, “Is there anything you can’t do?”

Maeve rolls her eyes. “No more carrots for you, Mister Buckley.”

He laughs and steals one more before heading down the stairs. Maeve’s eyes follow him before Hen says, “Maeve, no.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Maeve exclaims.

Hen smiles and shakes her head before reading a medical book on the couch. Chimney sits beside her and reads a book on babies. Maeve and Bobby go back to cooking the meal for everyone.

A voice comes from downstairs a few moments later. “Alright, where is everyone? I come back and no one is here.”

Maeve, Bobby, Hen, and Chimney all look over to see Eddie with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Buck comes running out of nowhere to his best friend. “Welcome back, buddy,” Buck says. “We’ve missed you.”

“Come on up, Eddie,” Bobby says. “Maeve and I are just making dinner. I also have an announcement when dinner’s done in about ten minutes.”

Eddie smiles up at Bobby. “Let me go get changed and I’ll be up,” Eddie states. He walks off, probably to the locker room. Buck goes with him.

“You know,” Maeve begins. “If I didn’t know that Buck was in a relationship then I would’ve thought that he was in a relationship with Eddie. They’re always attached at the hip, and Christopher is always talking about Buck.”

Chimney laughs, “Everyone thinks that at first, trust me.”

Maeve laughs and helps Hen set the table for dinner while the soup is simmering in the pot it’s in on the stove. Bobby puts the garlic bread he made in a bread basket, setting it on the table.

Buck and Eddie come up the stairs. Maeve looks over at the guys, seeing Eddie in his LAFD uniform for the first time. “Woah, look at you,” Maeve says. “I’ve never seen you in your uniform before. You look good in it.”

“Stop flirting, Maeve,” Buck says. Maeve rolls her eyes and stirs the soup.

As soon as it’s ready, everyone sits at the table. Bobby sits at the head of the table, Hen sitting across from him. Maeve and Eddie sit beside each other while Chimney and Buck sit beside each other. Everyone serves themselves, humming as they eat the soup and the garlic bread.

While everyone eats, Bobby says, “I’d like everyone to welcome Eddie back to the 118, and I’d like everyone to officially welcome Maeve to the 118.”

Maeve almost chokes on her bite of garlic bread when she hears Bobby say those words. “You, I-” she stammers. “I’m staying?”

Bobby nods. “I talked to the fire chief about letting Maeve stay and become a permanent member of the 118. He agreed and he signed off on her permanent placement. You’re staying, Maeve.”

She smiles and everyone congratulates her. “Okay, this calls for a celebration,” Maeve states. “When we get off duty tomorrow night, we’re going out and all drinks are on me.”

“Hell yeah,” Buck says. “Hell fucking yeah.” Maeve looks across the table at Buck, who she finds has a huge smile on his face. She smiles at him as the bell rings.

***

It’s about midnight when they get back from that call that they went to right after dinner. It’ was a large fire with a lot of medical emergencies so it took a while. Maeve’s exhausted so she finds herself in the bunk room. She’s laying on the bottom bunk with the light off in the room.

Her eyes are closed when she hears the bunk room door open. Maeve turns her head and looks over at the door. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Buck says when he sees her on the bunk. “I’ll leave you alone.”

“It’s fine, Buck,” Maeve says, voice hoarse from running into a burning building without her mask on. “I’m not gonna bite you in your sleep.”

Buck laughs lightly and says, “That was dumb, by the way. You running into the building with no mask on. You could’ve died.”

Maeve shrugs and turns her back to the door again. “It almost sounds like you care, Buck,” she yawns.

“Yeah, well, I do,” Buck admits. “I’ve told you before.”

She doesn’t say anything else as she hears Buck crawl onto one of the bunks.

Maeve definitely had feelings for Buck. It’s been a month, and Buck treated her badly when she first arrived at the 118, but they’ve reconciled. The two of them work so well together during calls. Maeve definitely cares for Buck a lot more than she should, especially when he’s in a relationship with someone he really likes. She hates herself for falling for a guy with a girlfriend.

Then her phone begins to buzz next to her head, pulling her out of her thoughts. She checks it, seeing that it’s Nylah calling her. Worried, Maeve’s quick to answer the phone. “Nylah, what’s wrong?” Maeve asks, talking quietly and sitting up.

“Harper had a nightmare and she wants to talk to you,” Nylah says. “I can do something else if now is a bad time.”

“No, put her on,” Maeve says, leaving the room and walking into the locker room area. She keeps her eyes on the doorway.

Her daughter whines on the other line, “Mommy, when are you coming home?”

Maeve’s heart breaks at the sound of Harper’s scared voice. “Not tonight, my love,” she says. “I won’t see you again until tomorrow night. I’m sorry, Harp.”

Harper cries, “I want you, mommy. Please come home.” Maeve pouts and sighs.

She could ask Bobby to leave. She only lives about ten minutes away and she can have someone text her if there’s a call so she can go to the call.

“I’ll see what I can do, my love,” Maeve says. “But I can’t promise anything. Can you put Nylah back on the phone?”

There’s a moment of silence before Nylah asks, “Do you need me to do something?”

“No,” Maeve says, heading out of the locker room. “I’ll see if I can come home for a few minutes. I just need to get permission from my captain to leave. Be there in about fifteen minutes.”

Nylah hangs up the phone and Maeve approaches Bobby, who’s reading a book on the couch in the loft. “Hey, Bobby,” Maeve quietly says. “I need to go home for a few minutes.”

Bobby looks up at Maeve. “Everything okay?” he asks.

Maeve bites her lip, hesitating to tell Bobby why she needs to go home.

Now that she’s a permanent member of the 118, she might as well start telling everyone about Harper.

“My daughter,” Maeve explains. “She had a nightmare. She was crying to me on the phone. When she has a nightmare, they are usually about me because I’ve gotten hurt on the job before. I just need to go and assure her that I’m okay.”

Bobby looks almost shocked when Maeve says that she has a daughter. “Go, and don’t worry about making it to the next call. Go comfort your daughter.”

Maeve nods. “Thank you, Cap. Please, um, don’t mention to anyone that I have a daughter yet. I’m not ready to tell them,” Maeve says. Bobby nods, agreeing to keep Harper a secret, before Maeve runs downstairs. She gets in her car and drives ten minutes from the station to her house.

After walking inside, she walks straight to her daughter’s room. Maeve finds Harper in her bedroom, curled in a ball at Nylah’s side. Her cheeks are wet with tears.

Harper sees her mother and gets up, running over to Maeve. Maeve crouches down and envelopes her daughter in her arms. “I’m right here, my love,” Maeve mumbles into Harper’s messy hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I had a really bad dream, mommy,” Harper cries. “You and daddy both left me. I was alone and scared.”

Maeve’s heart breaks again in her chest. “Hey, look at me,” Maeve says, pulling back from the hug. “I’m not leaving you like daddy did any time soon. I’m going to be here to tuck you into bed as much as I can. I’m going to be here to take you to Christopher’s house for sleepovers or to play Mariokart. I’ll be here to take you to school every morning. I’m not going anywhere.”

Harper’s eyes fill with tears again as she nods. “I love you, mommy,” she says to Maeve.

“I love you more, Harps,” Maeve states, pulling Harper into another hug.

After a few more moments of this, Maeve tucks Harper back into bed. She reads Harper a story until she falls asleep.

Maeve sneaks out of Harper’s bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She rubs the back of her neck and yawns. Nylah, who now sits down in the living room, asks, “Everything okay, Miss Grier?”

“Yeah,” Maeve sighs. “Just got back from a rough call a little bit ago and I was going to nap then you called and said Harper needed me.”

Nylah watches Maeve gather her things before saying, “I wouldn’t have called if I had known that-”

Maeve waves her hand. “It’s fine,” she says. “Harper comes before any job. End of story. Thank you for calling me. If she wakes up, just call me again and I’ll sing her to sleep over FaceTime or something, okay?” Nylah nods and Maeve heads back to work.

***

End of shift takes forever to get to the 118. It’s six, but everyone agreed to meet for drinks at nine at the Royal Nightclub. It’s just going to be a 118 affair, no significant others this time. Maeve enjoyed meeting everyone’s wife or girlfriend, but she wants it to just be them this time around.

Maeve goes home, has dinner with Harper, reads Harper to sleep, then heads out to go meet everyone for drinks. She told Nylah she’d be back by midnight.

It takes Maeve forty minutes again to get from her house to West Hollywood. She finds Buck and Chimney in the line to get in.

“Wow, look at you,” Chimney says. “You look very nice tonight, Maeve.”

She smiles. “Thank you, Chimney,” Maeve practically giggles. “This is nothing though.” She just threw on a black mini-dress, a pair of black heels, and put her hair in a tight ponytail on top of her head. Nothing too spectacular.

“Oh shush, Maeve,” Buck tells her. “You look stunning.”

Maeve’s cheeks turn red and she’s grateful that it’s dark outside right now and the lights from the sign aren’t bright enough to show that she’s flustered.

Hen, Eddie, and Bobby show up a few moments before Chimney, Buck, and Maeve head inside. The six of them sit at a high top table, with Hen and Eddie bringing two other chairs over.

Eddie looks over at Maeve and asks, “How’s it feel to be permanent member of the 118?”

“Really nice,” Maeve admits. “I’m usually sent station to station as a temporary addition if someone is injured. I’m glad to be a member of a station for once. You all have been super nice to me, except for Buck when I first got to the 118.”

Buck rolls his eyes and Hen says, “It’s nice to have another woman at the 118 in our little group.”

Maeve smiles and Bobby says, “I’m going to go and get us some drinks. Who wants what?”

Everyone tells Bobby their drink orders, and Eddie goes with him to carry the drinks. Hen and Chimney go and use the bathrooms before the real fun starts. Maeve and Buck are left alone.

“I’m really glad you’re staying, Maeve,” Buck tells her. “You’re actually a great addition to the team. You’re insanely smart and you work quickly.”

She smiles across the table at Buck. “You don’t need to kiss ass anymore, Buckley,” Maeve tells him. “I’ve already forgiven you for acting the way you did when I first got to the 118. I understand why you acted the way you did. You don’t need to apologize or kiss my ass anymore.”

Buck lets out a breathy laugh, saying, “Well, I like to overkill sometimes. You’ll come to learn that part of me.”

Maeve rests her head in her hands with her elbows on the table, looking at Buck. “No way,” she says, sarcasm laced in her voice. “Tell me more about how you overkill it on apologizes.”

He rolls his eyes. “Shut up,” Buck says. Maeve laughs and everyone comes back.

The 118 have the best time together while they’re out. A lot of laughs and drinks. Maeve drinks more than she probably should but she can always catch an Uber home.

She eventually finds herself with Buck on the dance floor, dancing to abcedfu by Gayle. Maeve has let herself get loose, and stay loose this time. No walking out this time, not on Buck. Hen and Bobby have gone home, but Chimney and Eddie sit at their table. They’re out of Maeve and Buck’s eyesight because of how many people are on the dance floor.

The song goes from abcedfu to You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift. Of course it does.

Drunk Maeve screams the lyrics, and Buck watches. He’s clearly amused as Maeve shakes her hips to the beat of the song and yells the lyrics.

“This song seems to be hitting you hard,” Buck yells over the music.

Maeve looks over at Buck and yells back, “Because it is.”

Buck laughs and takes a step closer to Maeve. She stares up at Buck as he walks closer to her.

Oh, I remember you driving to my house In the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're 'bout to cry I know your favorite songs And you tell me about your dreams Think I know where you belong Think I know it's with me

One night, earlier in the week, Buck did end up at Maeve’s house. Luckily, it was while Harper was sleeping. He seemed upset after he got into a fight with his girlfriend. He didn’t seem happy, so Maeve helped him feel better with some online Among Us.

Both Maeve and Buck make eye contact with each other. Maeve’s very conscious at the fact that Buck is standing very close to her. Her chest practically touches Buck. Even with heels on, she’s six inches shorter than Buck.

Maeve feels Buck’s hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Maeve instinctively wraps her arms around his neck. She’s softly singing the words now. Her forehead touches Buck’s and they’re suddenly breathing the same air.

Can't you see That I'm the one Who understands you? Been here all along So, why can't you see You belong with me

As soon as those words pass Maeve’s lips, Buck is pulling her flush against his body. A voice in Maeve’s head tells her to back away from Buck, before he does anything stupid.

But she can’t pull herself to pull back. It feels right but it’s so wrong.

Buck’s lips ghost over Maeve’s, and an audible gasp comes from Maeve. He waits to see if she pulls away from him, but she doesn’t.

Their second kiss is more intense than the first. Maeve’s lips move against Buck’s in sync, like they have shared thousands of kisses before this one. Buck’s hands press into the small of Maeve’s back, and Maeve’s hands have moved so they’re cupping his cheeks.

Maeve’s heart is racing, beating probably a thousand times a minute. She’s enjoying this much more than she should be. Buck has a girlfriend. He has a girlfriend.

That thought draws Maeve back to reality. She pulls back from the kiss, looking up into Buck’s blue eyes. “Buck,” she starts, but Buck shakes his head.

“Don’t say anything,” Buck pleads. “Please. Let’s enjoy this for a few moments.”

Maeve pouts a bit. “You have a girlfriend,” she tells him. “A very nice one at that. I’ve met her and had drinks with her.”

Buck’s eyes close and he sighs. “I know,” he says. “I just, I need to talk to Taylor.”

At the mention of her name, Buck’s phone begins to buzz in his pocket. Maeve feels it against her leg. Buck pulls it out and sees who it is. Maeve can see that Taylor is calling him. Buck gives Maeve an apologetic look before he walks off, leaving Maeve alone with her thoughts.

She just kissed Buck. She should’ve pulled back, but she didn’t.

Honestly, Maeve doesn’t know if she’ll pull back if there’s a chance to kiss Buck again. She doesn’t want to pull back. Maeve likes to kiss Buck and be that close to Buck.

Maeve promises herself that next time, she’s going to pull away.

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instant family - part three | evan buckley

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summary of part: a week later, Buck and Maeve haven’t talked about what happened at the bar. Buck opens up to Maeve about why he acted the way he did when he Maeve first arrived. meanwhile, Eddie and Maeve get closer as a friendship between their children grows.

rating of part: PG

warnings: mentions of Eddie’s shooting, mentions of death & a car accident

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It’s been a week since Maeve went to the bar with the 118 and their significant others. Except for some short, two of three sentenced conversations while on duty, Maeve and Buck haven’t talked. She doesn’t plan on talking to him about it either.

They’re not friends. Maeve’s leaving in two weeks when Eddie comes back anyway. There’s no point.

Eddie did invite Maeve and Harper over Saturday night for a sleepover.

That’s another thing that’s happened in the past few days. Maeve asked Eddie to pick Harper up from school when he got Christopher. Both Harper and Christopher begged Eddie for a sleepover this weekend when he picked up the kids. So Eddie called Maeve that night and they planned a sleepover with the kids.

Maeve isn’t so scared to tell the 118 about Harper now, knowing that she’s not the only single parent that works at the 118. Maybe they won’t judge her.

She’s not holding her breath though.

The day of the sleepover, Harper is up super early. Like seven in the morning early.

“Mommy!” Harper says, shaking her mother awake in the morning. “Mommy, when can we go to Chris’ house?”

Maeve’s eyes open slightly and she says, “Harper, it’s barely seven in the morning. I don’t think Chris or his dad are awake at this time. Give me an hour to sleep some more then I’ll call Chris’ dad to see what time we’re allowed over, okay?”

Harper pouts but reluctantly agrees. “Fine,” she says, laying down beside Maeve on the queen sized bed. Maeve wraps her arms around her daughter and buries her face in her little girl’s dirty blonde hair. Maeve’s asleep again in a few minutes.

***

“I’m sorry, Miss Grier,” the officer states. “Mister Acker didn’t make it.”

“Luke.” Maeve sits up quickly, looking around. Her daughter isn’t in her bed anymore and Maeve’s grateful for that. She doesn’t know how to explain to her daughter that she dreams about when she found out Harper’s father died.

Her eyes fall on the picture of her and Luke as soon as they moved to Los Angeles. Maeve’s cradling her belly, though she isn’t showing yet. She just found out she was pregnant with Harper when that picture was taken. She couldn’t have been more than eight weeks pregnant when she found out she was pregnant.

Maeve’s phone ringing brings her out of her disassociative state. She looks over at the device on her bedside table. It’s Eddie.

“Hey,” Maeve yawns when she answers the phone. “What’s up?”

Eddie asks, “What time do you and Harper want to come over?”

“Um,” Maeve stammers. “What time are we allowed over?”

The other end of the line is quiet for a minute before Eddie says, “Well, my son has been bugging me all morning about letting you guys come over as soon as possible so just let me know when you’re in your way over?” That sounded more like a question.

Maeve sighs, “Alright. We’ll be on our way in about a fifteen minutes. Maybe sooner once Harper hears that we can come over whenever. Do I need to bring anything?”

“No,” Eddie states. “Just bring yourself, Harper, and your pajamas over. Do not bring anything else, Maeve.”

She laughs and says, “Okay, okay. Fine. I won’t bring anything. We’ll be over soon.”

Eddie hangs up the phone and Maeve begins to get ready, putting on a cropped red t-shirt and black sweatpants. “Harper!” Maeve calls. “Get ready to go to Christopher’s house! We leave in fifteen minutes.”

Maeve hears her daughter squeal and a door shuts. She smiles and packs a duffel bag with her toothbrush, face soap, and her pajamas. As Maeve goes into the living room, there’s a knock on her door. Confusion fills her as she goes to answer the door.

She’s shocked when she sees Evan Buckley standing at her front door. “Buck,” she gasps. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“We need to talk, Maeve,” he says. “We can’t keep working like we have been. Bobby isn’t very happy that we’re not working together on calls like we were before last weekend.”

Nervous, Maeve pushes Buck back and stands outside with him. She closes the door. “You can’t just show up at my front door and demand to talk to me, Buckley,” Maeve states. “How did you even get my address?”

Buck looks down at Maeve. “It’s in the LAFD database, like mine,” Buck tells her. “Don’t go off topic. We need to talk.”

“No, Buck,” Maeve sighs. “We don’t need to talk. I’m leaving in two weeks when Eddie gets back, and we’ll probably never speak again. You can go because I have plans.”

The taller man stares down at Maeve. “I didn’t mean to bring up something that was obviously sensitive to you,” Buck apologizes. “If I had known-”

Maeve waves her hands, shutting Buck up. “Stop,” she says. “Buck, stop. You didn’t know, and you’ll never know. Just stop.”

“Contrary to popular belief, Grier,” Buck begins. “I do want to be your friend. The 118 want to be your friend. If you’d just talk to us then we’d be able to be your friends, and maybe convince Bobby to let you stay. You don’t have to go when Eddie comes back in two weeks.”

Maeve rolls her eyes. “A month ago you were ignoring me because you thought I was replacing your injured best friend,” Maeve says. “Now you’d ask me to stay?”

Buck throws his arms up in the air. “I don’t know what else you want from me, Maeve. I’m trying to be your friend here. I want to be your friend, if you’d let me.”

She stares up at Buck. “You treated me like shit when I arrived and now you want to be friend, what, because you know Eddie’s job is safe? Because you knew that I was leaving? Eddie comes back, assures you that I’m not replacing him, and now you decide to try and be my friend,” Maeve says, growing more and more frustrated with every word. “That’s not a friend, Buck. A friend would’ve supported me and welcomed me into the 118 when I got here. Not a month later when I’m leaving in two weeks.”

“I’m sorry, Maeve,” Buck almost whispers. “I really am. I just, I watched my best friend get shot, his blood was all over me, and it was starting to feel like he was dead. It didn’t have anything to do with you, Maeve. I promise.”

Maeve’s eyes soften. “You didn’t have to be such an ass to me though,” Maeve tells him, voice low too.

Buck looks down at his feet. “I’m sorry for that too,” he says. “Old habits, I guess you can say.” Then both Maeve and Buck hear a little girl’s voice come from inside the house. “Do you have a child in there?”

“It’s the TV,” Maeve lies. “I was watching Disney Plus when you knocked on the door. Um, I was watching Moana.”

The man in front of Maeve still looks kind of suspicious before he says, “Well, I’ll let you get back to your plans. I’ll, um, see you for our shift tomorrow afternoon.”

“Yeah,” Maeve says. “Um, I’m sorry that you went through that with Eddie. Watching him get shot, getting covered in his blood.”

Buck sends Maeve a smile before he says, “I’ll move past it. I always move past traumatic events.”

Then Buck walks off, getting in his car and driving off. Maeve walks back into the house, leaning against the door. Her eyes are closed.

He genuinely sounds like a good guy. Buck sounds like he’s very possessive over anyone he cares about, and Maeve likes that in a guy. Luke was the same way. Luke protected Maeve and he was so excited when Maeve found out she was pregnant with Harper.

Luke protected Harper in the few days that he knew she was inside Maeve’s belly.

Buck’s not Luke. No one will ever be Luke, and she hasn’t wanted to be in a relationship with anyone that wasn’t Luke.

The one guy she could possibly ever see herself in a relationship with after Luke is in a relationship with someone else,

***

Maeve and Harper get to Eddie’s around ten that morning. Christopher is very happy to see Harper, and vise versa.

“I made pancakes,” Eddie tells the girls when they arrive. “I can’t promise that they’ll be edible but I did make them. Chris likes to make fun of me because I can’t cook.”

Christopher pipes up in the living room, “You can’t cook, dad. Buck is a better cook than you.”

Harper’s voice pipes up next. “Who’s Buck?”

Both Maeve and Eddie look at each other before Christopher says, “He’s my best friend. He works with my dad, and I guess your mom.”

“Yeah, since the tsunami a few years ago, Buck and Chris have been pretty much attached at the hip,” Eddie explains. “Buck saved Christopher during the tsunami. They were at the pier when it hit. Buck literally saved my son.”

Maeve thinks back to the tsunami. She helped with search and rescue, but never ran into the 118. “Where were you?” Maeve asks, curious.

Eddie sighs. “With Bobby, Hen, and Chimney. I saved people on the ferris wheel at the pier right before it fell. I met one of my friends, Lena Bosko, while we were saving people on the ferris wheel. Buck was out with his leg injury and Lena was brought in temporarily like you until he came back.”

“Wait, Buck was the one that had his leg crushed?” Maeve asks. “I heard about that. I didn’t know it was Buck.”

Eddie nods. “It was Buck,” Eddie states. “That man has been through a lot. Between the leg and the tsunami and me getting shot right in front of him. He’s been through so much shit. I don’t know how he’s still a firefighter.”

Maeve doesn’t know either. She would’ve quit after her leg got crushed under a ladder truck.

It makes sense now that Buck reacted the way he did when Maeve was brought in. He’s probably tired of people coming in and out of his life. He’s tired of change. Everything makes sense now.

“Um, can I ask you for Buck’s number?” Maeve asks, catching Eddie’s attention. “I said somethings to him earlier when he showed up at my house that I need to apologize for. I don’t have his number but he has my address.”

Eddie sends Maeve Buck’s number, and she’s quick to text it.

hey, it’s maeve. grier. i got your number from eddie, i hope you don’t mind. can we meet tomorrow before our shift? at the café near the station?

Buck texts back almost immediately.

of course. see you tomorrow, say, 1?

Maeve replies with an “okay” before turning back to Eddie.

Laughter comes from the living room and Eddie asks, “Should we go see what our children are up to? They sound like they’re up to no good.”

“They’re definitely up to no good,” Maeve laughs.

***

That night, Eddie, Maeve, Christopher, and Harper all lay in the living room. The four of them built a massive pillow fort, and they all lay underneath it.

“Dad,” Christopher says, catching Eddie’s attention. “Buck should be here. He would’ve loved this pillow fort.”

Maeve runs her fingers through Harper’s hair and looks at Eddie. “One day it’ll be the five of us,” Eddie tells his son. “Maybe this week, Buck can come by and build a pillow fort with us. But you can’t tell Buck about Harper, because Maeve hasn’t told Buck about Harper yet.”

Christopher looks at Maeve and asks, “Why?”

Now it’s Maeve’s turn to answer. “Because I’m scared,” Maeve admits. “I had Harper when I was really young, and I’m scared of being judged because of how young I gave birth to her.”

Eddie looks at Christopher as Chris says, “Buck wouldn’t judge you for how young you gave birth to Harper. Buck doesn’t judge anyone.”

“Christopher,” Eddie says in a stern tone. “We will not be telling Buck about Harper, okay? Not until Maeve’s ready.”

Christopher nods and says, “Okay.”

Maeve smiles. “Thank you, Christopher,” she says to the younger Diaz. “Thank you for understanding.”

Soon, both Christopher and Harper are sleep. They lay beside each other on the other side of Eddie. Maeve lays on her back under a blanket.

“Thank you for telling Christopher to not tell Buck about Harper,” Maeve whispers to Eddie.

Eddie turns his head and looks over at Maeve. “He’s not as judgmental as you think he is,” Eddie tells Maeve, his voice a whisper. “When I told him I had a son, he was shocked but he didn’t judge me. He’s not like that. None of them are, but I understand why you haven’t told any of them yet.”

Maeve sighs, “I just need to know that I’m not temporary, Eddie. I don’t want to introduce my daughter to everyone then have them leave her life.”

“Well, you’re stuck with me because of that,” Eddie states, nodding his head toward the kids. Maeve leans up a bit to see Harper and Christopher practically cuddling each other. Maeve smiles.

“We’re gonna have to keep our eye on that,” Maeve says, laughter evident in her voice.

Eddie nods and laughs softly.

Both of them get comfortable for the night before Maeve’s phone buzzes. She checks it quickly before she goes to sleep.

goodnight, grier.

Maeve smiles as she texts back a goodnight to Buck.

***

The next morning, Maeve drops Harper off at home where Nylah is already waiting. Maeve gets ready for work, putting on an LAFD t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She leaves early to go meet up with Buck before their shift.

She’s nervous, but she’s excited to finally talk to Buck about what’s happened in the past few weeks.

Maeve grabs a table outside the café, ordering a cup of coffee even though it’s nearly one in the afternoon. She drinks it, waiting for Buck to get there.

When he does, he sits across the table from her. “So, explain to me why you decided to meet up with me before our shift,” Buck says.

“I just thought we should, you know,” Maeve begins. “Talk. A lot of things have been lost between us because of miscommunication these past few weeks. I wanted to clear the air.”

Buck orders a glass of water and a salad. “So, in other words,” Buck slowly says. “You want to start over.”

Maeve slowly nods. “Yeah,” she says. “I do.”

The two look at each other before Buck holds out his hand. “Hi,” he suddenly states. “Name Evan Buckley, but everyone calls me Buck. Welcome to the 118.”

A smile forms on Maeve’s lips as she reaches out and shakes Buck’s hand. It’s more callused than Maeve thought it would be, but it’s also kind of soft at the same time.

“Maeve Grier,” she says, smiling at Buck.

Buck smiles back at her before she pulls her hand away. Maeve sips her coffee before clearing her through.

A comfortable silence falls between them before Buck breaks it. “I really am sorry for the way I treated you when you arrived at the 118,” he states. “It just felt like Eddie was dead and he wasn’t. I’m also not the best at communicating my feelings, like you’ve recently found out. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you, and I hope you can forgive me.”

Maeve’s face softens. “You don’t need to apologize, Buck,” she tells him. “Trust me, I know how you feel.” Then she sighs. “My boyfriend, Luke, died in a hit and run car crash. Ten years ago, right after I moved here with him to get away from my parents.”

“Maeve, I’m so sorry,” Buck says, reaching across the table and resting his hand on Maeve’s as they’re wrapped around her cup of coffee. Maeve’s eyes are on their connected hands, and it feels like electricity is spreading from where their hands are connected. She pulls her hands back.

Then she continues. “I treated a lot of people like shit after Luke died,” she explains. “My friends, I avoided my family’s calls. So trust me, I understand why you treated me like shit.”

Buck looks at her with a soft expression on his face. “Thank you for telling me,” Buck says after a few moments of silence.

“We’re friends,” Maeve says. “You deserved to know why I ran out last week.”

He smiles at Maeve and she smiles back, her heart racing in her chest.

She hates how she’s reacting to Buck smiling at her. How she felt electricity course through her, starting where their hands were connected.

Maeve refuses to fall for Evan Buckley.

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summary of part: three weeks after she began to work at the 118, Maeve finally meets the infamous Eddie that everyone keeps talking about, and finally starts to see a kinder side of Buck as he slowly realizes that she’s not replacing Eddie on the team. Maeve also discovers that Buck is actually in a relationship like she thought he was.

rating of part: PG

warnings: Taylor Kelly briefly appears. fighting between Buck and Maeve, mentions of a shooting.

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It’s harder to get on Buck’s good side than Maeve originally thought. It’s been weeks since she started working at the 118, and Buck’s been either giving her the cold shoulder or reluctantly working beside her on calls. There’s no in between.

Three weeks have passed since her first day, and Maeve finds herself cooking dinner for the 118 after Bobby discovered that she isn’t a terrible cook. She’s making her famous mac n cheese that Harper loves.

“Smells good,” Hen says, standing beside Maeve.

Maeve has gotten considerably closer to both Hen and Chimney since she came to the 118. Hen’s introduced Maeve to her wife, Karen, and her son, Denny. Maeve’s also met Chimney’s girlfriend, who also happens to be Buck’s older sister, Maddie, and their daughter, Jee-yun. Maeve loved spending time with baby Jee. It reminded her of when Harper was a baby.

A smile forms on Maeve’s lips as she says, “It tastes a lot better than it smells. It’s super gooey and cheesy.”

Hen puts her hand on her heart and says, “Just how I like it. It’s been three weeks and you already know the way to my mac n cheese loving heart.”

That’s when Chimney walks up and says, “Bobby’s mac n cheese might have some competition now.”

Both Maeve and Hen laugh before Maeve continues cooking.

As soon as she gets the pan of mac n cheese in the oven, Bobby says from the level below, “Hen, Chimney, Buckley, come here.” Hen and Chimney look over the railing.

“Mr. I Survived a Gunshot on Duty,” Chimney says. “Funny seeing you here.”

That catches Maeve’s attention.

Is the famous Eddie here that she’s heard so much about but has never met?

Maeve cleans the counter and the dishes before joining everyone downstairs. As she walks down the stairs, she notices a guy standing in the middle of Bobby, Hen, Buck, and Chimney. His arm in a sling and dressed in plain clothes. He has a bit of facial hair and his hair is short but growing out.

Buck looks over at Maeve and she makes eye contact with Buck, whose smile fades when he sees her. The guy, Eddie probably, notices and looks over at her.

“Hi,” Maeve brightly says. “My name’s Maeve Grier. You must be Eddie.”

He shakes hands with Maeve and says, “Eddie Diaz. You must be what has Buck freaked out. I keep telling him that I’m coming back and that no one’s replacing me.”

Keeping the already forced smile on her face, Maeve says, “Well, I keep telling him that I’m here until you get back. I’m not here to replace you.”

Eddie looks over at his friend and asks, “Feel better, buddy? Both of us now have assured you that I’m not going anywhere.”

Buck rolls his eyes and asks, “When’s dinner? Because I’m hungry.”

“Thirty minutes,” Maeve says to Buck. She turns her attention back to Eddie. “Anyway, how’s your shoulder, Eddie? I heard about what happened and I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

Eddie nods and says, “Feels good. Docs say I can come back in a few weeks if things keep progressing as quickly as they are.”

Maeve talks to everyone until the oven beeps, signaling that dinner is ready. She goes up and pulls it out of the oven. Everyone follows her up and sits at the table. “And here we go,” she says as she serves the pan of mac n cheese. “I made a lot so there is enough for you if you’d like some, Eddie.”

He thanks her and everyone sits to eat.

***

The end of the shift arrives quickly, and just in time for Maeve to get home to eat dinner and have movie night with her daughter.

As she’s leaving to go home, Buck calls, Hey! Grier, wait up a second.”

She turns and watches Buck jog up to her. “I have to get home, Buck,” she tells him. “I do have a family I’d like to see sometime today.”

“I just wanted to apologize for the way I’ve been acting,” he states, catching Maeve off guard. “It’s not fair to you. Eddie got shot and I’ve been taking everything that I’ve been feeling out on you. I was so worried that Eddie wasn’t going to make it and now I’m worried that I won’t have my partner back because you’re filling in for him while he’s gone.”

Maeve raises her eyebrows and asks, “Partner? Like work partner or-”

Buck immediately cuts her off. “Work partner,” he says, a light laugh leaving his lips. “I actually have a girlfriend.”

A little “oh” falls from Maeve’s lips. Buck smiles and says, “Sorry that I had to break your heart.”

She rolls her eyes. “You wish, Buckley,” Maeve says. “I do have to go though so if that’s everything then I’d like to leave.”

He shakes his head, saying, “That’s all I wanted to say. Plus, we’re all getting together for drinks and stuff later, probably around nine tonight if you’re interested. I’m sure someone wouldn’t mind picking you up, or you can catch an Uber. We’re going to go to that bar in North Hollywood called Royal Nightclub if you’re interested in coming. We’re all bringing our significant other if you have one of those.”

Maeve’s face unintentionally falls, but she recovers quick enough so Buck doesn’t realize that something’s wrong. Or so she thinks anyway.

“I’ll have to see. I’m usually a night owl,” she lies. Maeve’s always up until the middle of the night for a variety of reasons. “Rain check if not?”

Buck nods and says, “Yeah, sure. Have a goodnight, Grier.”

As he turns to walk away, Maeve calls after him, “It’s Maeve. You can call me Maeve.”

He puts a hand up to say goodbye before calling back, “Goodnight, Maeve.”

She smiles and heads to her car. She puts her duffel bag in the backseat before getting into the driver’s seat and driving off.

***

Harper greets Maeve as soon as she walks in the door. “Mommy!” her little girl yells. Maeve drops her bag and leans down to pick up her daughter.

“Hello, my love,” Maeve says, smiling. “How was your day at school?”

Maeve stands up, holding Harper in her arms. “I made a new friend,” Harper happily says. “His name is Chris. He’s super nice and let me borrow his crayons.”

She laughs and says, “Look at you, making new friends. Let’s eat dinner and you can tell me all about Chris.”

Maeve makes her and Harper some dino chicken nuggets with fries to eat for dinner after Nylah, the babysitter watching Harper, leaves “So, Harper,” she says to her daughter. “Tell me more about this Chris. How did the two of you meet?”

Harper says, “My teacher partnered everyone up with a person from another class. She said it was the ‘special’ class because they need a little extra help learning. Chris was in that class. He’s really nice, mom. He should come over and play for a bit.”

She laughs and says, “Not tonight, my love. Maybe over the weekend. I’m sure his parents don’t want him going out on a school night.”

“It’s just him and his dad,” Harper says. “He said his mom died a few years ago before the tsunami.”

Maeve looks at her daughter and says, “That’s terrible.”

Harper nods and says, “But his dad is a firefighter. He works for the LAFD or something. I don’t remember what station he said though. I think it had an eighteen in the number, or an eight.”

Maeve’s eyebrows draw together. Does someone have a kid at the 118 besides Hen and Chimney. Denny’s younger than Maeve and Jee-yun is a baby. Who else has a child.

This question wracks Maeve’s head until she realizes what time it is. It’s nearly six and she wants to watch a movie with Harper before Harper’s bedtime at eight.

She sends Harper into the living room to pick a movie on Disney+ while she cleans the dishes.

Bobby is definitely old enough to have a ten year old, but Maeve vaguely remembers that he has stepchildren. One graduated high school and the other is slightly older than Harper. Buck doesn’t have any kids, that Maeve knows of. After hearing about “Buck 1,0″, there could be several Buckley Jr.s running around Los Angeles.

Maybe it’s Eddie. She kind of remembers him mentioning a son earlier in the day but she was caught up in a conversation with Hen while Eddie was talking.

Out of curiosity, when Maeve walks into the living room for the movie, she asks, “Harper, do you know Chris’ last name?”

Harper looks back at her bother. “Diaz,” she says to Maeve.

Diaz. Eddie Diaz’s son. Chris.

Maeve wasn’t planning on going out for drinks tonight, but she needs to talk to Eddie.

Cinderella begins to play on the TV in the living room. Maeve pulls out her phone and texts Nylah.

hey nylah, can you come back at eight? something came up and i need to go out for a few hours tonight.

She’s quick to respond.

of course, miss grier. see you at eight.

Maeve sighs with relief as she tries to enjoy the movie.

***

Harper fell asleep halfway through the movie so Maeve carries her to bed, gently tucking her in. “Goodnight, my love,” Maeve whispers to her daughter. “Sweet dreams.”

She quietly leaves her daughter’s bedroom before making her way down to hers. It’s nearly eight, and it’s going to take her about forty minutes to get from her house in West Covina to Royal Nightclub in North Hollywood.

Not wanting to go over the top since it is just drinks with co-workers, Maeve picks a casual but sexy outfit. She grabs a white bodysuit with a U neck that reveals some cleavage. The straps on the shoulders are thin and the back is open. She grabs a pair of high-waisted black jeans to put over the bodysuit and a Gucci belt to put around her waist. Maeve puts on a pair of white heels to complete the outfit.

Maeve puts on light makeup, just enough to cover any blemishes and dark circles, and brushes out her naturally wavy brown hair.

As she’s grabbing her ID, car keys, and phone, there’s a light knock at the front door. Maeve walks downstairs and opens the door, revealing Nylah. “Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Maeve quietly says. “Harper’s fast asleep. I should be back by midnight. I’ll let you know if something changes though.”

Nylah nods and says, “Of course, Miss Grier. Enjoy your night. If you need me to stay overnight, I will.”

“I don’t think you’ll need to stay overnight but thank you for the offer, Nylah,” Maeve says, “See you later.”

Then Maeve leaves. She’s quick to hop in her car and drive to the club where she’s meeting everyone.

She has no idea if Chris told Eddie about Harper. Honestly, she doesn’t know how much longer she can keep Harper a secret. She just doesn’t want to be judged for the fact that she got pregnant and had a baby at 18 in Los Angeles with no job and a dead boyfriend.

Not that she thinks the 118 will judge her, but she’s been judged before and she hated that feeling and doesn’t want to go through that again.

A very short forty minute drive later, she arrives at Royal Nightclub. Maeve notices the group waiting in line to go inside. She gets out of her car and joins them.

“Maeve!” Hen says as soon as she notices Maeve walking up to them. “You came! We weren’t sure if you were going to come or not. Buck told us you didn’t give a definitive answer and that you looked upset when he brought up that we were going out.”

She puts a smile on her face, saying, “I wouldn’t miss drinks with my favorite co-workers.”

Buck, who has his arm draped around a redheaded woman, says, “I think I figured out why you looked so sad when I brought up that we were going out and bringing whoever we were seeing or who we’re married to. Considering you walked up alone.”

Maeve blinks at Buck and says, “No, I’m not dating anyone. I don’t know how you’re dating someone though. You’re annoying as hell sometimes.” Then she sends him a smile so he knows she’s messing with him.

He laughs and shakes his head, looking at his girlfriend then back to Maeve. “Maeve, this is my girlfriend, Taylor Kelly. Taylor, meet Eddie’s replacement, Maeve Grier.”

Maeve rolls her eyes and says, “I’m not Eddie’s replacement.”

“And I’m not annoying as hell,” Buck retorts.

Taylor says, “Oh no. You are, sometimes.” She puts her hand on Buck’s chest as she looks up at him.

The group laughs.

Then Bobby introduces Maeve to his wife, LAPD sergeant Athena Grant. “Wonderful to meet you, Maeve,” Athena says when Bobby is done introductions.

Eddie then walks up and says, “Hope I didn’t miss the fun part.”

“Just in time,” Hen says as they slowly make their way in one-by-one.

The club has a stage, a bar, and a large dance floor that’s surrounded by high-top tables and booths that line the wall. Neon lights flash as some dance song plays. A bunch of people are on the dance floor.

Maeve finds her way to the bar, Eddie right behind her.

After ordering drinks, Eddie looks over at Maeve and says, “A daughter, huh?”

And there it is.

“Harper,” Maeve says, looking over at Eddie. “Who is apparently a very big fan of your son because he let her borrow his crayons. He seems very proud of the fact that you’re a firefighter.”

Eddie laughs and says, “Christopher loves to brag that I’m a firefighter. He’s also a big fan of your daughter. Said she was super nice and helpful. Apparently he wants Harper over to play video games with him.”

Drinks arrive and Maeve says, “Harper loves Mariokart so you better have that if she’s going to come over and play video games with Christopher.”

“We got al kinds of video games,” Eddie states. “Does everyone know about Harper?”

Maeve shakes her head and says, “No. I haven’t told them. I don’t know how to tell them about my ten year old daughter that I had at 18 after I had just moved to Los Angeles and right after my boyfriend, her father, died. I feel judged when I tell people that, and the only reason I’m telling you is because our children will probably grow to be friends with each other.”

Eddie gets his drink and says, “They’re not the ones that usually judge people. Except Buck. I wouldn’t tell him until you absolutely needed to.”

She laughs and the two rejoin the group.

It’s about eleven when she finds herself alone with Buck. Everyone went to dance and Taylor went to the bathroom. Maeve sits alone with Buck at their table.

“Enjoying yourself?” Buck leans over and asks. “You seem loose. How much have you had to drink?”

Maeve looks at Buck before saying, “I’m sober enough to drive home if that’s what you’re asking. I can have fun and be sober.”

Buck laughs and says, “I’m just making sure. I wouldn’t want you to get into an accident on your way home.”

Without thinking, Maeve says, “I don’t want to end up like my dead boyfriend, thank you very much.”

The mood shifts and Buck’s face falls. “So that’s why you looked sad when I told you we were all bringing the person we’re with. It’s not the fact that you were single but because your boyfriend died. How did he die? How long ago?”

She shakes her head and says, “I’m not doing this. We don’t have to do the thing were we get to know each other because I’m temporary, right? I’m leaving as soon as Eddie recovers from his gunshot wound anyway so why would I tell you anything about my past?”

Buck blinks at Maeve. “I’m your friend, Maeve,” Buck states. “Or so I thought.”

“You didn’t start treating me like a normal human being until today and you want to act like we’re friends?” Maeve asks. “Seriously, Buck?”

He shrugs and says, “I was worried for my friend’s job.”

Maeve says, “That doesn’t give you a right to treat me like dirt, Buck. You made it sound like I was a bad person for temporarily filling in for an injured firefighter.”

“I didn’t mean to-” Buck begins but Maeve just gets up and walks off. “Where are you going?”

She calls back, “Home. I’m no longer having fun.”

Maeve leaves the nightclub and gets in her car. Her hands are shaking and her mind is racing. She feels justified in her reaction to Buck asking about Luke. She didn’t even mean to bring up the car accident Luke was killed in, but she needed to leave. She hates talking about it, especially when she knows she has to drive home and right past were Luke was killed.

With a sigh, she begins her long drive home.

Nylah sits on the couch watching some kind of late night show on low volume. She looks back at Maeve and asks, “Everything okay? You look exhausted.”

“I’m fine,” Maeve lies. “You’re free to go. I’ve got it from here. Thank you.”

Her babysitter nods, collects her things, and leaves. Maeve sulks upstairs and changes from her outfit that she went out in into her fuzzy pajama pants. She ties her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head before she goes and checks on Harper.

Harper lays on her side facing the door. She sleeps peacefully and Maeve smiles at her daughter. She looks so much like Luke, sometimes it scares Maeve. Harper has his green eyes but Maeve’s brown locks. She has Luke’s nose and facial structure but Maeve’s lips.

Maeve quietly shuts the door and goes to her own bedroom, crawling into bed and falling asleep with nothing but the look of Buck’s hurt face on her mind.

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summary of part: it’s Maeve’s first day at the 118, and she’s not greeted by one Evan Buckley the way that she hoped. then she finds out why he’s so hostile toward her.

rating of part: PG

warnings: slightly angsty, some language, mentions of a shooting, mentions of a car accident. description of an injured person on a call

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Maeve was more nervous to join the 118 than she was to take the exams she needed to take to become a paramedic, and even the firefighter certifications she had to get before she could work for the Los Angeles Fire Department. She’s worked for the LAFD before, but it was something about the 118 that made her nervous.

Maybe it was the fact that Captain Bobby Nash told her that he was bringing her in temporarily while one of their guys was out. She had no idea how the team was going to react to a new paramedic coming in. Maeve had no idea why they needed to bring in someone temporary, and it’s making her slightly nervous.

She hopes that even though she’s a temporary addition to the 118 that they’ll welcome her with kindness and open arms.

But, that was not the case when she entered the 118 with her duffel bag full of personal items for her locker.

Captain Nash was standing on the second floor, looking over the railing, “Maeve Grier?” he calls down at her.

Maeve stops walking and looks up at her temporary new captain. “That’s me, uh, Captain Nash,” she says.

He waves her upstairs and she jogs up the stairs, slightly winded from the climb up.

The first thing she notices is everyone sitting around the upper floor. Firefighters and paramedics sitting on the couches, the comfy chairs, the chairs at the dining room table. All over the place.

All those eyes land on Maeve as she makes her way to Captain Nash.

He offers Maeve his hand, saying, “Welcome to the 118, Firefighter Grier.”

Maeve shakes his hand and says, “Glad to be here, Captain Nash.”

“Call me Bobby,” he says. “Let me introduce you to everyone.”

Bobby begins to point around the room. “That’s Howard Han,” he says, pointing at the guy sitting at the dining room table. “We call him Chimney though. Don’t ask how he got that nickname.” Then he points to the woman sitting with Chimney. “That’s Henrietta Wilson, also known as Hen.”

Then he points to the attractive man sitting on the loveseat. He has blonde hair and his blue eyes are looking right at Maeve. She notices the mark around his eye, coming to the conclusion that it’s some kind of birthmark. “And that’s Evan Buckley,” Bobby says. “Buck.”

Buck’s eye flicker away from Maeve, looking at Bobby. “This is Eddie’s replacement, huh?” Buck says to Bobby. “Really? He’s not going to be gone that long. Just a few weeks.”

“Buck, we’ve talked about this,” Bobby sighs. “Maeve is just here until Eddie gets back.”

Maeve’s eyes widen and she looks at Buck. “I don’t mean to be anyone’s replacement,” she tells him. “I promise I’m only here until this Eddie gets back to work. I’m temporary.”

“Right,” Buck says. “Excuse me.” He pushes himself up from his seat and walks down the stairs. Maeve flinches when she hears a door slam.

With a sigh, Bobby says, “Hen will show you to the locker room and go over the rules of the house with you. I need to go deal with Mister Buckley.” Then Bobby walks down the stairs, following Buck.

There’s a presence behind Maeve and she turns around. The woman named Hen stands behind her. “Don’t worry about Buck,” she says. “He’s just been going through a lot. Come on. I’ll show you around a bit.”

Hen leads Maeve downstairs and back into the locker rooms. She opens Maeve’s locker for her and she begins to put her things inside.

Maeve can already tell that Buck isn’t her biggest fan. He thinks she’s replacing Eddie, whoever Eddie is. Obviously Eddie is very close to Buck, and the 118, but she’s not here to step on any toes or be anyone’s replacement. That’s not what she wanted to happen, and now she got off on the wrong foot with someone.

Day one is already a disaster and she doesn’t think it could get any worse.

Maybe Maeve can find out who Eddie is so maybe she can understand why Buck is acting the way he is. Maybe it’ll help to understand what Buck’s going through so she can avoid upsetting him any more than she already has.

“Who’s Eddie?” Maeve suddenly asks Hen.

Hen, who sits on the bench in the locker room, says, “Eddie Diaz. He works for the 118 but he was injured in the line of duty a few days ago. We don’t know when he’ll be back so Bobby brought you in so we’re not down a man until Eddie gets back.”

Maeve closes her new, and temporary, locker. She turns toward Hen. “I’m so sorry that your friend got injured,” she says. “Getting injured is my worst nightmare. I don’t think that my-” Maeve cuts herself off before quickly recovering. “Family. I don’t think that my family would appreciate it if I got injured.”

She just met Hen and she’s not ready to disclose the fact that she has a 10-year-old daughter at 28-years-old. Harper is the love of Maeve’s life, especially after Harper’s father died. She vowed to protect Harper with her life.

Then Hen asks the question she didn’t want to answer.

“Do you have a husband? Or kids?” she asks.

Maeve contemplates her answer before saying, “No husband. Not one that’s living, anyway. He died about 10 years ago, and he did tell me that we’d get married eventually but he passed away before it could happen.”

Maybe talking about her dead boyfriend will get Hen off her case about kids.

Hen’s face softens. “Oh, Maeve,” she practically gasps. “I am so sorry that you went through that. I can’t imagine losing my wife, Karen. I don’t think I would survive.”

Maeve gives Hen a soft smile, saying, “It’s been a few years so I can talk about it.”

“How did he pass?” Hen curiously asks.

She sighs and thinks back to the day her daughter’s father died. Maeve bites her bottom lip gently, wondering if she should go into complete detail. Maeve’s temporary, she knows that, so why should she open up about her past?

Odds are, Maeve will never speak to any of the 118 after she’s reassigned when Eddie gets back.

Although, no one in Los Angeles knows about her past. Her past co-workers have never met her daughter. Some how, some way, she trusts Hen enough to tell her what happened.

“He was driving home from a job interview,” Maeve begins. “We had just moved to Los Angeles from Chicago. I had enrolled in an EMT program a few days prior and he was going to work while I trained to become a paramedic. It was a hit and run accident, and the driver hasn’t been caught yet.”

Hen listens to every word that you say, “I am very sorry for your loss, Maeve. How long has it been?”

Maeve plays with the locket around her neck that she had pulled out of her shirt at this point. The locket with a picture of her, Luke, and Harper’s ultrasound picture inside. The only family picture she will ever have of the three of them.

She misses Luke dearly even though it’s been ten years since he was killed. She often finds herself wishing that Harper had a father or a father figure around for Harper as she’s grown up. Maeve’s dated around since Luke’s death, but there hasn’t been anyone that she trusted enough to introduce him to Harper.

“Ten years,” Maeve says quietly, responding to Hen’s question.

Hen’s eyes soften and she says, “Wow, so young. You can’t be older than thirty years old and you lost someone you loved so young.”

Maeve sighs, “I’m 28. I lost him at 18.”

Then the bell goes off, signaling the a call. Hen gets up and Maeve follows her. After being given her temporary gear, Maeve dresses into it before joining Hen, Chimney, Bobby, and Buck in one of the trucks.

Buck’s eyes are on Maeve as she takes a seat. She puts the headset on and Buck’s voice comes through. “That’s Eddie’s seat,” he tells her.

Chimney blinks at Buck and says, “There’s nowhere else for her to sit, Buck.”

“I’m just saying,” Buck mumbles.

The rest of the ride to the call is uncomfortably quiet.

Maeve wants to meet this Eddie that Buck keeps bringing up. Are this Eddie and Buck involved in some way or are they just really close friends and he’s just really protective of Eddie?

She also wants to know what actually happened to Eddie. All Maeve knows is that Eddie was injured on the job, but what happened?

Her mind wanders to what could’ve happened to him as they pull up to the scene.

A fire blazes in a large building. Smoke comes from multiple windows and people are running around. Chaos is how Maeve would probably describe this scene.

Everyone piles out of the truck and Bobby starts giving instructions. “Hen, Chimney,” he says. “Begin doing triage over there and if there’s a call for someone that needs medical assistance, go and help.” He points Hen and Chimney in the direction of the blue tents before Bobby looks at you and Buck. “Grier, Buck, you two assist on search and rescue inside. Floors one through five have been searched and cleared. Floors six through ten are being searched now so go and help in any way that you can.”

Buck looks down at Maeve and walks off. She nods at Bobby before grabbing her mask and walking beside Buck.

“I’m not replacing Eddie,” Maeve says as she walks toward the burning building with Buck. “I hope you know that.”

He doesn’t say anything to Maeve before walking into the building. A sigh passes Maeve’s lips before she follows him inside.

The two of them walk up several flights of steps with several pounds of firefighter gear on them. Maeve falls behind a bit and Buck doesn’t stop to help. She’s practically gasping for breath as they make it up to the seventh floor.

Buck pushes open the emergency stairs door and begins to call out “LAFD” and “Los Angeles Fire Department, is anyone here?” Maeve joins in and calls out.

Then Maeve hears a banging noise. Like metal on metal kind of banging. “Buck, over here,” she says before running off down the hallway.

“Grier, hold on,” Buck says, catching up to her. “You can’t just go running down a smoke filled hallway like that. It’s not safe. What if you ran into something and hurt yourself because you couldn’t see?”

Maeve looks up at Buck. “It sounds like you do care for me, Buck,” she teases.

He rolls his eyes and says, “I don’t care that you’re only filling in for Eddie, but you are a part of this team so I do care for you and will watch your back.”

She blinks at him then realizes the banging sound is closer. Maeve walks away from Buck and checks in every room before finally finding the one that the banging is coming from.

“LAFD!” Maeve calls out. “Is someone in here?”

A voice by the desk in the room calls back, “Over here! I can’t move.”

Maeve makes her way over to the voice and finds a woman impaled by some kind of thin metal pole. Another metal pole is in her left hand. “How did this happen?” Maeve asks, kneeling beside the woman.

The woman looks almost relieved when she sees Maeve’s face. “There was an explosion,” she explains. “Shook the entire building. I think it was a floor or two above me. A piece of the ceiling collapsed on me and impaled me.” Buck’s eyes are on the metal pole coming out of the woman’s side. “I cleared the part of the ceiling away but the pole stayed.”

“What’s your name?” Maeve asks as she grabs her med kit off her back.

“Pam,” the woman says. “Am I going to die?”

After a quick examination, Maeve shakes her head. “The pole missed your kidney and every other important organ,” she explains. “It’s just gonna hurt like hell until they take it out at the hospital.”

Pam lets out a breathy laugh and says, “Maybe I can sue the department for this and get that raise I’ve deserved for the past few years but never got.”

Maeve cranks her head and looks up at Buck. “Can you find something we can transport her on?” she asks. “We don’t have a backboard to carry her on and I don’t want her to walk and risk actually hitting an important organ that she needs.”

Buck nods and walks off.

“He’s kinda cute,” Pam says when Buck’s out of earshot.

Maeve shrugs and says, “Haven’t seen much of him to know that. He said like three sentences to me today and practically has been avoiding me. I think he’s a little upset with me.” She wraps gauze around the pole so the bleeding stops.

Pam laughs and says, “It was all in those icy blue eyes that were on me. I could tell there’s a load of cute under that mask. I don’t know how you work with that.”

She shakes her head, saying, “It’s my first day working with him.”

Maeve won’t lie though. In that two seconds she talked to Buck at the firehouse before he ran off, she thought he was attractive. Any guy that looks like Buck though either sleeps around or is in a relationship. Maeve knows that from experience.

Then Buck comes running back. “All I found was a broken piece of a wooden desk. It looks like the top of it,” Buck says, playing down a long piece of wood. “Think it’ll work?”

Maeve nods and says, “Okay, Pam. We’re gonna get you on your side on the wood. It’s what Buckley and I will carry you on to get you out of here.”

Buck pulls out a little oxygen tank and puts the mask on Pam. Maeve points at Pam’s feet and Buck grabs her ankles. Maeve grabs under her arms saying, “Three, two, one. Move.”

The two of them lift Pam up, laying her on her side on the makeshift backboard. Pam groans in pain as Buck and Maeve move her.

“How are you feeling, Pam?” Maeve asks, handing Pam the oxygen tank to hold so they can move her.

Pam gives a thumbs up and Maeve laughs.

Buck grabs one end of the board and Maeve grabs the other. Both lift with their legs before making their way down the stairs. Maeve prays they get down safely and without any trouble. Pam needs to get to a hospital as soon as possible. While the pole hit no vital organs, there’s that risk for internal bleeding.

Ten minutes later, they find themselves outside. Buck and Maeve hand Pam off to two of the doctors working in triage. Maeve pulls off her mask to breathe in actual air. Buck does the same.

“Not bad, Grier,” Buck says.

Maeve looks up at Buck, who finally took off his mask. She examines almost every part of his face.

Buck’s eyes aren’t really icy blue but they are definitely blue. His blonde hair is all over the place from his helmet and back. Maeve notices some curls trying to come through. Soot from being inside a burning building covers any of his exposed skin. He’s also really tall, definitely over six feet. His gear covers what’s probably a muscular figure.

Damn, Maeve thinks to herself. Too bad he hates me. He’s definitely more attractive than she first thought.

“Earth to Grier,” Buck says, waving his hand in her face. “Where’d you go?”

Maeve gently shakes her head. “Sorry, zoned out. It happens sometimes,” she states. “Um, do we go back in?”

Buck nods and says, “Yeah. There’s someone on the eighth floor that needs our help. Hen and Chimney are up there now but they radioed in saying that there’s another person that needs our help.”

She nods and puts her gear back on before following Buck back into the building.

As they climb the stairs for the second time, Buck helps Maeve up if she falls behind. Maeve takes this as a sign that hopefully Buck doesn’t completely hate her guts and is beginning to accept that she’s part of this team until this Eddie person gets back.

***

Back at the firehouse after they’re dismissed from the call, Maeve takes off her gear. Chimney walks up to her and says, “Hell of a first day with the 118, huh?”

“Definitely,” Maeve says, hanging up her gear in the gear lockers. “It was nice to just be thrown in though. I really feel like a part of this team, even if it is temporary.”

Chimney chuckles and says, “Stop saying you’re just a temporary addition to the team. If Cap likes you enough then maybe he’ll decide to keep you around.”

“Exactly,” Hen says. “Right now you’re filling in for Eddie, but when he’s back then maybe Cap will make you a permanent addition to the team.”

Maeve nods and finishes hanging up her things. “What exactly happened to Eddie?” she curiously asks. “Hen said that he was injured in the line of duty but what actually happened?”

A voice behind Maeve speaks up. “He was shot,” Buck says, making Maeve spin around. He’s pointing to his right shoulder. “Right here. His blood was all over me. He was shot right in front of me by Ethan Copeland, a guy targeting firefighters. That’s who’s spot you’re taking. He was shot and now he’s being replaced.”

“Buck, I’m not replacing Eddie,” Maeve says to him. “I’m here until Eddie comes back. That’s it. If Captain Nash wants me to be a permanent member of the team when Eddie comes back then great, I’ll stay. The plan right now though is for me to leave when Eddie comes back from his injury, okay? That’s it.”

Hen jumps to your defense. “Buck, the girl has just been thrown into the job on her first day,” she says. “You worked with her all day. Does it seem like she’s really going to replace Eddie? Does she seem like the person that will beg to stay and get Eddie transferred?”

Buck looks down and mumbles, “I guess not.” Then he walks off. Maeve looks at Hen, mouthing “thank you” to her. She nods and follows Buck.

Chimney says, “Come on. I’ll show you all the pictures of my new baby girl that my girlfriend sent to me. Baby pictures cheer everyone up.”

“I just need to shower really quick,” Maeve states. “Can you point me in the direction of the showers?” Chimney nods and points back at the locker room. Maeve thanks him before walking back to take a quick shower.

While standing in the hot water, Maeve’s mind wanders to Buck. She don’t know why he has it in his head that she’s going to keep Eddie from getting his job back once he’s recovered. Obviously Buck and Eddie are close, and Buck will do anything to make sure Eddie stays with the 118. She’s not here to replace anyone.

But she’d certainly like to stay. Maybe she can talk to Bobby about it before she’s transferred when Eddie gets back. Until then, she’s going to get on Buck’s good side.

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Anxiety runs through your veins as the engine pulls up to the prison. Even from out here you can hear the alarms and see some smoke coming from what are probably broken windows. You glance over at Buck sitting beside you, and his blue eyes meet yours. He mouths, “Okay?”

You shake your head in reply. The engine stops and Buck’s hand rests on yours. You send him a small smile before everyone gets out of the truck.

Bobby begins talking to one of the guards, who says, “We managed to put out the smaller fires, but the biggest one’s still burning in the HVAC corridor.”

Concerned, Cap asks, “What are we walking through to get to the fire?”

The guard looks up at Bobby and says, “Danger. The riot’s only forty percent contained at the moment, so you’ll be escorted by four of my men in full protective gear carrying nonlethal weaponry. The main corridor is clear and locked down tight. We’ll get you in and out safely. You just have to take care of that fire.”

You, Buck, Eddie, Bobby, Hen, and Ravi all begin to walk into the prison. You’re on edge, and walking closer to Buck than you probably should be. Your shoulder bumps Buck’s every so often as you make your way through the smoke-filled hallways of the prison.

The six of you find your way to the HVAC corridor, working together to put out the fire. Ravi shuts off the system that’s sucking the smoke into the vents and distributing it throughout the prison.

Buck and Eddie put out the fire almost as soon as Ravi shuts off the system.

One of the guards that escorted you guys to the fire says, “All right, guys, let’s go.”

Bobby nods at the guard, saying, “You got it.” Then he looks at the main guard, Garcia. “Okay, Garcia, fire’s out.”

Garcia looks at Bobby. “Sorry. Block three’s blowing up. I got to go deal with that,” he says. You look at Bobby, eyes widening.

“What about our escort?” Bobby asks.

“Block two is still locked down,” Garcia says. “Wilkinson can handle your walk out. Come on, let’s go.”

You look at Buck, who is carrying the hose. He looks back at you.

Then Bobby says, “Okay, 118, let’s go.”

As you walk out with the 118 and Wilkinson, Bobby stops everyone. He and Hen stop walking and look around. When everyone’s quiet, you hear a wheezing man.

Henn asks, “What is that? Is someone else in here?”

Wilkinson looks surprised. “No,” he states. “This area should be secure.”

Bobby looks at a part of the room, saying, “Over here.” Then he leads the group over to where he heard the noise.

You spot a two injured men on the floor, injured and bleeding. All of you assess the situation, deciding on saving the pair. You carry the men out of the room and one of the men start having a seizure. Hen stops them. You and Eddie, carrying the second man, turn and look as they lay the man behind you on the floor.

“All right, you guys go,” Bobby tells you and Eddie. “Your guy can barely breathe. Go, we’re gonna be right behind you. That’s an order. Now, go.”

Wilkinson says, “Protocol says you got to have two guards with you.”

As you and Eddie are leaving, Eddie calls back, “Plenty of room if you want to join.”

You hear a guard say into a radio that they need a guard escort for the ambulance. Wilkinson walks you and Eddie out. “I got to get back in there. Don’t try to leave without that escort, all right?” he warns the two of you. He walks back inside and, with Eddie’s help, you load the inmate into the ambulance.

Two guards walk up a few moments later. “You guys our escort?”

One of the guards says, “Yes, sir. Let’s get moving.” One climbs into the back with Eddie and the inmate and the other sits up with you in the front of the ambulance. You drive, leaving the prison property.

Somehow, you can’t shake the feeling that something is off. The guard beside you keeps looking at you, and you glance in the mirror to look at Eddie and the guard sitting with him.

A few moments later, Bobby’s voice comes in over the radio. “118 ambulance, come in,” he says. “Eddie, Y/N, come in.” You glance at the radio and the guard beside you looks at you. Before you can reach for the radio to answer Bobby back, the guard pulls a gun on you. You sigh and feel your hands get sweaty.

“Mm-mm,” the guard says as Bobby’s voice comes in again, calling for you or Eddie. You look over at the guard trying to stay calm. “Kill the lights and sirens.” You do as your told, not wanting to get shot today.

A “what the hell” comes from Eddie in the back.

The guard, well prisoner, says in the back, “I can’t thank you both enough. I’ve waited eighteen years to get the hell out of that place.” You glance in the rearview mirror at Eddie, who is staring at the escaped prisoner in front of him.

The escaped prisoners make you pull over, and force you and Eddie out of the ambulance. Both of them have weapons pointed at you and Eddie. The one prisoner shoves you toward Eddie. The one man, who takes off the jacket, says, “Check ‘em.”

You do your best to stay calm in this worst case scenario situation. You find yourself wishing Buck was here, but you know Eddie was in the army so you feel somewhat safe with Eddie.

The second man begins to check you, hitting every pocket. He takes your phone and your wallet, as well as Eddie’s when he checks him.

Eddie’s the first to talk.

“Okay, so you broke out,” he says. “What now? Patient in there currently fighting for every breath. That your handiwork?”

Shut up, Eddie. Sarcasm isn’t getting you out of this one.

Your eyes are on the other prisoner while Eddie gets searched. When both men are by the ambulance, you lean over and ask, “So, what do we do?”

“Don’t know yet,” Eddie says, voice as quiet as yours is.

“Maybe they just want the ambulance?” you suggest, watching the prisoners go through your things.

Eddie shakes his head. “Why would they search us if they’re gonna leave us behind?” he asks in reply to your question. “There’s two of us. There’s two of them. There’s two-”

His sentence is cut off by one of the men saying, “Cute kid. Yours?” You look up at the prisoner to see he’s holding a picture of Eddie’s son, Christopher. You glance at Eddie before looking back at the men. “I’m guessing he lives with you at 4995 South Bedford Street?” Eddie looks pissed off that he mentioned Christopher.

The other guard looks at your phone’s wallpaper. “Cute dogs,” he says. “Who’s this guy standing with you though? Boyfriend? You look kind of cute with the dogs. It’d be a shame if something happened to any of them.”

“Hey, man,” you say beginning to moves toward the men. “Hey, don’t even-” Then you get hit with the butt of a gun, making you stumble back. You pull your hand back to find your fingers covered in your blood.

“Okay, no now that we’re all on the same page,” the other prisoner says. “Here’s what’s gonna happen next.”

You look up at Eddie to find he’s staying unnaturally calm for someone to just threatened his son.

***

Buck’s POV

As soon as we found out that the guards that were with Y/N and Eddie weren’t actually guards, I’ve been trying to get in touch with either of them. Both of my closest friends are in danger, and there’s nothing that I can do to help them.

Y/N was so freaked out as we were pulling up in the truck, and now it’s possibly her worst case scenario. I would do anything to tell her that she’ll be okay and that she’ll get out of this situation alive. We don’t know which prisoners are with Eddie and Y/N, but all I know is that they better keep their hands off of my best friends.

While Ravi and Bobby go and take care of the solution to our problem, Hen and the prison medic work on our injured guard. I sit in the corner and call Eddie and Y/N repeatedly.

Hen glances back at you, saying, “You’re worried.”

“Of course I’m worried,” I say, ending another call where I’ve been sent to voicemail.

“About Eddie? Or the fact that the girl you’re in love with is possibly in a hostage situation?” Hen asks.

I call Y/N again, saying to Hen while the phone rings, “Eddie can handle himself in combat. Y/N is a paramedic with no hand-to-hand combat experience. I’m not in love with her.” Right?

I’m sent to voicemail again and this time, I leave one. “Y/N,” I say. “Call me back as soon as you can. I need to know that you’re okay, that Eddie’s okay. Please call me when you get this.”

Hen rolls her eyes. “Right, you don’t love Y/N, at least admit you have feelings for her,” she tries again.

“Y/N and I are not together,” I restate for what’s the millionth time. “We’re friends, and that’s all we’ll ever be.”

Okay, maybe I do have some feelings for Y/N, but she doesn’t like me like that. She probably never will. She’s seen the side of me that hasn’t been apart of me since before Abby. She wouldn’t want to be with me, but that’s not me anymore.

Or maybe that today is the reason why I should just tell her how I feel because I’m terrified of losing her.

***

Your POV

You’re now sitting in the back with Eddie and the lead prisoner out of the two that escaped with you and Eddie. Eddie continues working on the patient while you sit and make sure the prisoner doesn’t try anything, like shooting one of you. Eddie doesn’t need to be shot in the line of duty again, and you’d like to make it home to your dogs.

“Is he alright?” the prisoner holding a gun to Eddie asks.

Eddie’s smartass says, “Other than choking on his own blood? Y/N, hand me the Yankauer suction tube.” You do.

The prisoner says, “Hey, just make sure he doesn’t die in here.”

Now it’s your turn to say something sarcastic. “Suddenly, you care about the guy you almost beat to death?” you ask.

“Hey, if I wanted this guy dead, he’d be dead,” the prisoner states. “I kept him alive. Now you do the same.”

After what seems like hours later, the prisoner finally speaks. “What are you doing now?”

Eddie, who’s busy with the patient, says, “Intubating him. Y/N, hand me the bougie. Long blue tube in the cabinet.” You hand Eddie what he needs, eyes on the gun now pointed at you.

The man up front, driving the ambulance, says, “Almost there, Mitch.”

You look out the window and see the emergency sign. “Wait, you guys are serious?” you ask. “We’re really going to a hospital?” You shift your attention to Mitch.

“Thought that’s what you wanted,” says Mitch. “You’re so concerned about the health of your friend here. Now you can walk him through the front doors.”

The prisoner driving the ambulance pulls up to the hospital and Mitch says, “Okay, one of you gets to walk this guy inside and the other stays with me.”

Eddie looks right at you and says, “Y/N, go.”

“Eddie-” you begin to protest. He puts his hand up to stop you from talking.

Mitch looks between the two of you as Eddie says, “I’ll stay with him. Go. I’ll be fine.”

You look at Eddie and say, “You need to this about your son, Eddie. Don’t intentionally put yourself in harms way when you have him to think about.”

“I’m not,” he says. “I’m thinking about what will be best for everyone. I don’t think Evan would be very happy if I let you sit in an ambulance with a gun pointed at you for who knows how long.”

Evan. Oh my God, Buck. He has to be going crazy. You and Eddie are his closest friends at the 118. The three of you spend so much time together.

Eddie’s right though. Buck wouldn’t be very happy if he let you sit in an ambulance with a loaded gun pointed at you.

“It doesn’t look like we have any company,” the still unnamed prisoner says as he opens the back doors.

Mitch says, “All right, pretty boy stays with me. Dom, you and the girl take our friend inside. Hand him off, then you know what to do.”

You decide to open your mouth. “Hey, man, listen, I don’t know what you want, but there is a hospital full of sick people-”

“Just go, or I’ll shoot you,” Mitch says. “Or better yet, I shoot him. And then I find his kid and I shoot him, too. Or even better yet, I find this ‘Evan’ and I shoot him.

Eddie, who’s now bagging the injured man, says, “Y/N.”

You look around and stay seated.

Then there’s movement, and everything happens quickly. You find yourself on the ground outside the ambulance. There’s a sharp pain in your wrist after you landed on it weirdly. You notice a bone protruding, causing a lump in your wrist.

“Y/N” Eddie says, now very worried.

You groan, “I’m fine. Let’s get the guy inside.” Eddie helps Dom get the injured man out of the ambulance since you now have a broken wrist.

Dom helps you roll the guy inside. “Nice and steady,” Dom says. “Just like you’ve done it a thousand times before.”

The ER doors open and you walk inside

“Okay,” the escaped prisoner says. “Where do we go?”

You push through another set of door. “This way,” you mumble, using your good hand to bag the injured man on the gurney.

There is no one walking around. No patients on the beds.

“Where the hell is everyone?” Dom asks.

Then he’s grabbed. Then your grabbed, being forced to the ground. Someone grabs your wrists and you cry out in pain. “Hey, hey,” you cry out. “I’m a firefighter.” You’re brought down to the ground. “Y/N L/N of the 118, ah!”

That’s when you hear Athena’s voice. “Y/N? Y/N!” she says. “Uh, hey. This one’s good. Let her up. Let her go.”

Once you’re back up on your feet, Athena asks, “You good?”

“Yeah,” you say. “How’d you know we were coming here?” You clutch your injured wrist that will most likely need surgery to repair.

Athena tells you, “We figured out why Mitchell broke out. Where is he? Where’s Mitchell?”

You sigh and say, “Still in the ambulance. With Eddie.”

She glances down at you grasping your wrist. “You should get that checked out,” she tells you. “Looks serious.” You nod and she walks off. You go and find an orthopedic doctor that can help you out.

***

Buck’s POV

I get to the hospital as quickly as I can as soon as Athena calls me.

“Okay, Buck,” Athena said when I answered the phone. “Listen to me closely. Y/N is fine, she just broke her wrist and a light concussion after getting hit with the butt of a gun. She’s upstairs in surgery because the doctors were worried about the functionality of the wrist and range of motion so they’re putting in screws to help the wrist heal properly. She should be out soon. Eddie’s in the waiting room with Mitchell Trent’s ex awaiting news about her son.”

That call was nearly an hour ago. Who knows how long ago Y/N went into surgery. I could feel my heart breaking at Athena’s words as she tells me that Y/N was hurt today.

I burst through the doors of the emergency room, Bobby and Hen right behind me because Athena called Bobby right before me. Athena sits in the emergency room waiting room with other LAPD officers.

“Is she out?” I ask, walking up to Athena. “Is Y/N out of surgery?”

Athena says, “She’s in recovery and she’s awake. I told them that only you and Eddie are allowed to go up to see her for right now. Poor girl is probably traumatized from today. Glad she’s going to get a little break while she recovers.”

She motions for a nurse to bring me upstairs. A nurse in mint green scrubs leads me to the elevator, pressing the third floor. I rub my hands together as the elevator ascends.

“Girlfriend?” the nurse asks.

Not yet. “No,” I say. “A close friend. I just want to make sure she’s okay after the day she’s had.”

The nurse glances at me before saying, “Well, she’s lucky she has a good close friend like you. Do me a favor, tell her how you feel because today could’ve gone a lot worse than it did for her.” Yeah, you’re telling me.

Once the elevator doors open the nurse walks to the desk. She grabs a visitor sticker, writing my last name from the little metal tag I have on my uniform shirt and what I assume is Y/N’s room number on it. She hands it to me and I stick it to my chest, opposite my badge.

“Room 325,” the nurse says to me. “Remember what I said, Buckley.”

I nod and walk off to find room 325. I knock on the door and peak my head in. Y/N sits up in bed, her left arm wrapped up in a large cast. Her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head. There’s a small bandage on her forehead.

She’s a beautiful mess. My beautiful mess.

“Good thing I’m right handed,” Y/N jokes.

I close the door and walk over to her. “Shut up,” I tell her.

My mind takes over my body before I can stop myself, and suddenly on leaning over Y/N’s bed with my lips on hers. I don’t pull away, and neither does she. My lips move in sync against Y/N’s, like we had shared a million kisses before this one. I even feel her uncasted hand reach up and cup the back of my neck, not letting me pull back from the kiss.

I thought about how I would greet Y/N after today. I was in a prison in the middle of a riot and she was held hostage by escaped prisoners. I had no idea how I was going to greet her, but knowing I could’ve lost her made me realize that I do actually have feelings for my best friend.

This was the best greeting that I could think of in the few minutes I had before I opened the door to her room. As soon as I saw that she was okay, I just had to kiss her. I had to let her know how I felt without telling her.

Now that I’m kissing her, I regret not doing it sooner

I am the first to pull back from the kiss. My eyes meet Y/N’s. Both of us are quiet before Y/N breaks the silence with, “It’s good to see you too, Buck.”

“I was terrified,” I tell her honestly. “As soon as we figured out that escaped prisoners went with you instead of guards, my heart dropped into my stomach. I couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening to you. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I could’ve lost you without telling you that I have very strong feelings for you.”

Y/N smiles up at me and says, “I have very strong feelings for you too, Evan.”

My first name has never sounded better.

I smile back down at her before she pulls me back down into a second, more passionate kiss.

***

[ two weeks later ]

Your POV

You decided to surprise the 118 today. You had been on medical leave for two weeks, and just got the screws taken out of your wrist yesterday. Your arm is still in a cast and will be for a few more weeks, but you wanted to see your best friends.

The Uber you called to drive you from your house to the 118 drops you off about a block away. You thank the Uber and walk toward the building.

You’re thankful that you got that big, bulky cast off and now have a smaller, blue one on. You’re a lot more comfortable in the smaller cast than the big one you were put in after surgery.

It’s business as usual in the 118. You smell chicken so you assume Bobby’s cooking upstairs. There isn’t anyone downstairs. Perfect for your surprise.

You slowly make your way up the stairs. Hen and Chimney are reading on the couch. Eddie is talking with Buck at the dining room table, Ravi is helping Bobby in the kitchen.

“Wow,” you say. “I have never seen a more bored group of people in my life.”

Your voice catches everyone’s attention. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Buck move quicker in his life than he did when he heard your voice. You’re pretty sure he gave himself whiplash from how fast he turned his head.

Hen smiles and says, “Hey, Y/N. How ya feeling?”

“Good,” you say. “Screws are out, my concussion is pretty much gone, and I’m ready to get back to work.”

Bobby laughs and says, “When you’re cleared by the doctors, you can come back to work. You know that, Y/N.”

You smile and walk from the top of the stairs over to Buck. He’s been quietly staring at you since you walked up here.

“You’ve being awfully quiet since I got he-” you say before you’re cut off by Buck’s lips on yours. You gasp from the sudden kiss. Suddenly, everyone in the room gets super quiet and you feel almost every pair of eyes on you and Buck.

That’s when it hits you. No one knew about the kiss that happened in the hospital, and no one knows about the multiple other kisses that have happened since the kiss in the hospital.

Buck pulls back and looks down at you. You like how he has to practically lean down to kiss you but hate how you have to crane your neck to look up at him after kissing him.

Someone clears their throat. Chimney says, “I don’t know why you’re all surprised about this. Honestly, it’s about damn time this happened. The sexual tension was getting to be too much sometimes.”

You turn and face Chimney. Buck practically drapes himself over your shoulders as you ask, “None of you guys are surprised by this?”

Hen points at the two of you wrapped around each other before saying, “Look at the two of you, honey. You two were doing this for months and expect us to be surprised by a kiss? Girlie, you were dating before the two of you even knew it.”

Chimney says, “Well, you two and Eddie. I was thinking some interesting things for a little bit when it came to the three of you.”

Eddie throws his hands in the air and says, “Leave me out of it. I always knew Buck and Y/N would be the ones getting together. Honestly, I also think it’s about damn time it happened. It only took me and Y/N being held hostage for it to happen.”

“I third that,” Hen says.

Bobby raises a spatula in the kitchen and says, “I fourth that. You two were always looking at each other and sitting with each other and in some way touching each other like you were each other’s drug and you needed a fix.”

You and Buck both raise your eyebrows at Bobby.

“Exactly,” Eddie says. “We’ll leave you alone now. Go back to being disgustingly cute.”

Chimney says, “Now I can finally tell Maddie it happened. Just, please don’t be that work couple and go sneak off for makeout sessions where one of us might catch you. Or worse.” His eyes widen and he shivers. “Ew, okay. I’m leaving. Bye.”

Everyone goes back to doing their own thing and you look up at Buck. “They knew it before we did,” you state.

Buck laughs and says, “Oh, definitely. But now we know what they know.”

“That we do, Mr. Buckley,” you say, turning in Buck’s arms. “And I agree with them. It’s about damn time.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “It’s about damn time.”

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whoreforbuckley · 2 years

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whoreforbuckley · 2 years

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i didn’t wanna relive that. | evan buckley

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summary: Buck’s doing one of his chores when a loud noise sets him off and causes him to relive the bombing in his head

rating: PG

warnings: a panic attack. angsty content

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Buck’s POV

“Buckley,” Bobby calls from the second floor. I crane my neck to look up at Cap. “I need you to clean the mud from under the bumper of the ladder truck.”

I blink up at my captain, stammering, “Under the ladder truck?”

Bobby’s quiet for a second before saying, “I can get Y/N to do it if you don’t think you’ll be okay.”

Waving my hands, I say, “I’ll be okay. It won’t take very long, will it? I’ll do it.” I walk off to grab the cleaning supplies before approaching the ladder truck.

I crouch down before laying on my back and shimmying under the truck. I wet the sponge in the soapy water bucket before working at the caked mud on the front bumper of the ladder truck.

Bobby loves to have his vehicles clean and shiny, even underneath the bumper. It’s not very surprising that he had me clean the bumper.

Although it’s been years since the bombing that ended with my leg being crushed under the ladder truck, I still get flashbacks and have nightmares about that night.

That night could’ve changed my life for the worse. My career as a firefighter could’ve ended in that single moment. It keeps me up at night sometimes as I think about that moment I realized that I may have never worked as a firefighter ever again.

As I’m lost in my thoughts, the bumper gets cleaner and shinier. Drops of water hit my face as I clean the bumper.

Then a loud bang sounds throughout the firehouse. I gasp and I’m suddenly back to that night. I drop the sponge next to my head.

Searing pain rips through my leg as it’s crushed under the ladder truck. I cry out in pain as I’m pulled out from underneath the ladder truck.

My breathing suddenly becomes labored and my eyes are squeezed shut. My hands are sweaty and I feel like everything is crumbling around me. I feel like I’m being crushed under the ladder truck again. It feels like my career is over.

Someone calls my name. It’s all fuzzy though. That someone’s voice echoes through my head.

I need to get out of here. I need to go.

Quickly, I move out from underneath the ladder truck. I rub my hands together. Several people are around me but I push past them and make my way outside. I stand on the sidewalk, trying to calm myself down. My heart is racing a million miles a second and so is my head.

It was real, years ago. My leg isn’t crushed under the ladder truck anymore. It’s not real right now.

A hand rests on my arm right by my elbow. I act defensively and hit someone with my elbow, hard.

“Ow!” Y/N gasps.

I snap back to reality quickly as I realize that it was my best friend that I hit in the face with my elbow.

***

Your POV

“Buck,” you say, approach him. He seems kind of out of it so you gently rest your hand on his arm to get his attention.

Then his elbow meets the bridge of your nose. “Ow!” you gasp, holding your nose. Buck quickly turns and looks down at you.

Immediate regret and remorse falls on his face. “Oh my God, Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Buck begins to apologize. “I didn’t mean to hit you. I’m sorry. I really didn’t. Instinct took over and-”

You wave your hands, cutting him off. “It’s okay,” you tell him. “Nothing’s broken, don’t worry about me. You, on the other hands, what’s going on with you? What’s going on inside of Evan Buckley’s head that made him run away from everyone.”

Buck says, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I heard the loud bang while I was under the ladder truck and it felt like I was back a few years ago when I was actually under a ladder truck. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you or scare you like that.”

“I didn’t know you still have flashbacks to that night,” you say. “Did you just have a panic attack while you were under the ladder truck?”

He nods and looks down, probably feeling ashamed that he did have a panic attack. In front of everyone too. “I still occasionally get flashbacks when there are loud noises,” Buck tells you. “Occasional nightmares are still a thing too. It’s every once in a while, and what happened today is a very rare occurrence. I really didn’t wanna relive that day today. It happened a million years ago but it felt like it was happening in that moment.”

You look at him with a little bit of sympathy before you say, “You can come to me and talk to me about this. Or, maybe speak to therapist about this? She can probably help you more than I can, but I’m always right here if you need to talk about it.”

Buck nods again, saying, “Thank you, Y/N. That really means a lot.”

“Well, I’m your best friend,” you say, “I have to be there for you or else you’d probably lose your mind.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “I hate you,” he says, walking past you and back into the firehouse.

“I hate you too,” you call after him before following him a few moments later.

You hate seeing Buck struggle like this. You hate seeing him react to simple noises, like Eddie dropping one of the pots in the kitchen. It almost breaks your heart when he has a physical reaction like the panic attack he just had.

If you could take away all of Buck’s trauma, then you would in a heartbeat. Since you can’t though, you have to settle with being his support system and being that shoulder to cry on if he needs it.

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