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Eddie’s terrified. The weight lodged in his chest has shifted to complete and utter panic. His skin is hot. His eyes are burning. There was once a time when he’d say, I do not panic, but even that was a lie. Eddie panics a lot, actually. But he’s been taught how to manage it, how to make himself Jello, how to bring himself back to reality.
But this reality is what’s panic-inducing, and he can’t Jello himself out of this one.
Because he’s not scared for himself. Eddie’s killed men before. More than four at a time. Eddie’s, objectively, been in worse situations than this. Eddie’s been shot and stabbed and buried.
But he’s never been in a situation like this, with a four-year-old who means the world to him, a four-year-old who’s Buck’s son.
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Or - Eddie takes Theo to the mall. The trip does NOT go as planned, when robbers infiltrate and they’re forced into a hostage situation.
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08 Aug 2026
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BUCK (WORK): SOS
Eddie
R u up
Eddie
It's an emergencyHeart thundering, Eddie taps the call button and presses it to his ear. It rings, rings, rings and then the line goes dead, the call left unanswered. Eddie’s on his feet, keys in hand and forcing his feet into half-tied shoes before he even realises he’s stood up. He presses the call button again, but this time it ends on the first ring. Fuck, has someone taken Buck’s phone? Buck always picks up unless something is seriously wrong.
EDDIE: Call me
BUCK (WORK): No nonononon not that kind of emergency
Can’t call. Theo asleep on my stomach. If he wakes up all hell will break loose.EDDIE: You’re ok?
BUCK (WORK): Yes. no one is dying sorry sorry
It’s a dad emergencyor: Theo's birthday plans take a turn for the worse. Eddie's right there to get them back on track.
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08 Aug 2026
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Adriana Diaz is 24, fresh out of college and armed with little more than a degree, no plan to use it, a recently-imploded social life, and a bank account hovering dangerously close to overdraft. She scrolls through an embarrassingly sparse message history to find a text from 2019, and mouths a quiet thanks to the cloud for saving it. She messily scribbles the address '4995 South Bedford Street' onto a post-it, recalling a house she last saw for her sister-in-law’s funeral. She guesses that she's no longer welcome in Houston, after her graduation ceremony and the cold shoulders that came with it. El Paso certainly has nothing to offer beyond disappointed sighs and disapproving glares from her parents. And so she gets in her tiny, wheezing silver Nissan and heads west toward Los Angeles.
Or; Adriana Diaz arrives at Eddie's door one summer afternoon and finds her brother co-parenting two children with his best friend. She flounders around in search of purpose, friends, and maybe some way to save her brother from his own obliviousness.
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05 Jul 2026
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Buck nods in understanding, looking down at their intertwined hands. "You don't have to worry about me, you know."
You're doing better. Sorry that I'm not.
"I don't think I know how to stop," Eddie confesses.
Buck looks at him for what feels like a long time, his mouth in a line.
Then he swallows, squeezing Eddie's hand again. "Eddie, I think you need to talk to someone."
Or: Buck is doing better. Eddie is still struggling after New Mexico. (A 9x16 coda/9x17 spec fic)
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01 May 2026
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“This is the most thought that anyone, of all time, ever, has put into adjusting a driver’s seat, Eddie.”
“Buck—”
“I’m serious. That rearview mirror has lived through so many angles and lives in the past six minutes that it’s about to start recounting its first-hand experience on the Titanic.”
Just for that, Eddie reaches up between them and tweaks the mirror again. A ray of sunlight hits it and bounces across Buck’s eyeline. Buck’s face scrunches up as he rushes to shield his forehead with one hand. It does not remind Eddie whatsoever of a small, bashful dog hiding behind its soft paw, because that would be deranged. He twists the mirror back into position.
“The Titanic probably would have gotten us to Nashville better than this truck.”
Buck’s indignant squawk rings out in time with the turnover of the engine as Eddie hits the ignition.
or: Gay Thoughts: A New (Nissan) Frontier
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01 Mar 2026