MCA # 7 | Morning

[firehousehimbo]

Buck wasn't one to say "I told you so" but...he told you so, Eddie. Nobody was sleeping last night. But they had gotten through a good chunk of the Terminator series so was it time wasted? No. By now Buck was so sleep-deprived he had gone past tired and was "drunk guy on his second wind after throwing up in the bathroom".

"We should do the Aliens series next." This was like a sleepover! Only one of them was kind of delirious!

[For the guy that's there, but can be open!]

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[justalittlerepressed]

Excuse you, he got over that with more repression and talking to a shrink for five whole seconds. It was fine.

"Yeah, but I can't just leave him with those fears. The job isn't exactly the safest."

What with the kidnappings and the sniper with a vendetta against firefighters being actual things that happened.

[firehousehimbo]

Buck couldn't argue with that. Eddie had been shot because of being a firefighter.

"So, what, you change jobs?" Buck asked, like that was the most ridiculous thing in the world. "You love being a firefighter."

[justalittlerepressed]

Yes, he really did love it, but if it's what Christopher needed...

"I already talked to Bobby about taking a leave from the 118." Because he wouldn't be Eddie if he didn't make big, unilateral decisions.

[firehousehimbo]

"Are you serious?" Was this some sort of horrible sleep-deprived nightmare? "To do what?"

Buck, not everyone would be lost without being a firefighter. Unlike you.

[justalittlerepressed]

Hey, Buck was just... Buck. And Eddie would also meltdown a little over this.

"They offered me an office job," Eddie said like he was really trying to make it sound okay, but definitely couldn't find the energy for it. "Maintaining the LAFD Twitter account. Updates on calls, you know you?"

Yes, picture Eddie using Twitter effectively.

[firehousehimbo]

"That sounds like the most boring job on the planet." And he napped regularly at his current job!

Well. Not this week.

[justalittlerepressed]

"But it's safe."

Also, kept him too busy to think about all those feelings he kept bottled up.

[firehousehimbo]

"But you could also be involved in some unfortunate accident at the Dairy Queen," Buck said. "Nothing is a guarantee."

[justalittlerepressed]

"I know that." But he made a rash decision and was sticking to it. Like an idiot. "I just don't want my kid to always be afraid that one of these days, his dad won't come back to him."

You know. Like Shannon did.

"And this... this I can control at least."

[firehousehimbo]

"And you're going to be happy, sitting at a desk all day?" Buck asked.

Look at least he got to shoot some water at raccoons every now and again!

[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie's expression said 'definitely not' to that. "Maybe?"

[firehousehimbo]

Uh huh. Buck didn't believe that for a second. "Maybe you need to sleep on it."

Ha.

[justalittlerepressed]

Yeah, which was why Eddie was giving him suuuuch a look. You were just so lucky that he liked you too much to say it, Buck.

[firehousehimbo]

"Too soon?" Buck asked. "I'm sure it'll be over soon. It's usually over soon."

Someone had not experienced the hole.

[justalittlerepressed]

It would turn into clipboard Buck and no one needed that.

"How many things like this happen here?" Because this was a way easier subject than his whole deal.

[firehousehimbo]

"Every couple months or so," Buck said. "One time I turned into a kid for a weekend."

[justalittlerepressed]

"Seriously?" That was less unbelievable once he found himself completely unable to sleep just like Buck said.

[firehousehimbo]

"Yep," he said. "It was actually kind of fun, I had free reign over the station."

[justalittlerepressed]

"And you didn't break your arm or anything," Eddie teased in the face of all this weirdness.

[firehousehimbo]

"Oh I tried my very best," Buck said with a goofy grin. "But, no, I came out unscathed. I wouldn't mind that happening again. You should visit then!"

[justalittlerepressed]

"To keep you off the fire trucks?" Wait. "Does this place even have fire trucks?"

[firehousehimbo]

"Uh. Sort of." They're more...tiny miniature firetrucks.

[justalittlerepressed]

"Sort of?" Were they small enough that one falling on Buck's leg wasn't too bad?

[firehousehimbo]

Dude, Buck could be run over by this thing and walk it off.

"It needs to be seen to be believed," he said. "I've only used it once so far."

[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie sort of let that sink in. Maybe it was the mild sleep deprivation talking, but this place could be a less horrible middle ground between the 118 and a desk job.