#911 bingo

[buck-up-buckley]

I’ve made a 9-1-1 bingo

[calinaannehart]

9-1-1 Bingo: Round 4 - When I Look At You I See Everything I've Ever Wanted

time is shortening (down to the bone)

Four months after the breakup Buck gets a text message from Lucy.

He’s just woken up after a 24-hour shift, the haze of sleep still clouding him when his phone chimes. He doesn’t read it straight away, a habit he’s gotten into to stop him from rushing to see if Tommy had finally texted him.

Buck has spent hours at a time staring at his phone screen and his and Tommy’s message history. Occasionally, the white bubble would bounce, the three dots telling him that Tommy was typing something out and Buck’s heart rate would spike, nerves and anticipation clogging his throat as he waited, and waited, and waited until the bubble would vanish altogether.

Tommy never messaged. But it told Buck that the man was still thinking about him, that had to mean something, right?

He’s called Tommy a handful of times, giving in to the deep-down urge to hear the man’s voice again, usually in the middle of the night when he’s been wallowing in the bottom of a liquor bottle. The ones that he didn’t end before the call connected had gone unanswered just the same as every call and text in the first few weeks following the break-up.

All he’d wanted was to talk to Tommy, try and make some sense out of what had happened for things to have derailed in the blink of an eye. One minute they’d been celebrating their sixth month anniversary, Buck looking forward to another six months with Tommy by his side, and the next Tommy had been calling him Buck and walking out of his life.

Now they’d been apart almost as long as they’d been together.

A box of Tommy’s things, his toothbrush, a spare phone charger, a harbor hoodie that Buck had claimed as his, the fluffy socks Tommy wore when his feet got cold which Buck found so fucking sweet and endearing it made his teeth hurt, still sat by the door waiting to be collected. Eddie and Chim have both offered to drop it off at Tommy’s but Buck shrugged them off.

If he’s being honest with himself he just couldn’t let them go.

It wasn’t just him who Tommy has been ghosting, Bobby, Hen, and Chim, they’ve all tried reaching out to no avail. Eddie is the only one who’s had any success, a couple of messages in the early days asking Eddie to keep an eye on Buck, and an odd one now and then replying to Eddie’s attempts to get him to meet for a pick-up game or sparing session.

“He always says he’s working,” Eddie had told him with a shrug. “I guess he’s just picking up some extra shifts to keep himself busy.”

They never see him on calls, however, not on the 217 truck or on the chopper when they’re joined by air ops, and Lucy just shrugs when anyone asks saying he’s off that day.

Buck’s starting to think Tommy’s either avoiding the 118 or he’s taken a transfer altogether.

He chews on the inside of his cheek, staring at his phone while he waits for his coffee to brew. The screen lights up again, another text coming in with a chime before falling dark again and Buck figures he’s delayed it long enough.

There’s still a spark of hope as he taps the screen to wake it, but it extinguishes in a flash when it’s Lucy’s contact that’s revealed instead.

If you have any plans today cancel them.

I know you’re off shift today so you have no excuse.

Answer your damn texts Buckley!

I’m not in the mood Lucy.

I don’t care. Clear your schedule for today.

Why?

I need you to go somewhere.

Again, why?

Just do it Buckley. Call it a favor.

How do I know there’s not gonna be a man with an axe waiting to try and murder me?

If that happens I’m haunting you for the rest of your life.

No axe. Scout’s honour.

Fine. Where?

Presbyterian.

Buck hits the call button. Thankfully, Lucy answers after the first ring. “Why are you sending me to the hospital?” He asks. “What’s…wait, are you hurt? Did something happen on a call?”

Lucy doesn’t answer straight away. “Nothing happened on a call.” She says eventually in her usual evasive and unhelpful way.

“Are you sick?”

“I’m not sick.”

The inflection to her words, whether intentional or subconscious tells Buck what he needs to know. “But someone is?”

Lucy sighs again but doesn’t offer any further explanation. “Third floor. Preferably before two this afternoon.”

“But who—”

“Please, Buck?” The desperation in her voice is enough to sway him. Lucy never sounds desperate.

“Okay, okay. I’ll go. Who am I—”

“Thanks, Buckley. Third floor. Before two.” She repeats then hangs up.

Stepping out of the elevator Buck blinks when he realizes he’s on the oncology floor. He looks around, mind reeling with who could possibly be getting treatment on this floor out of every possible department. It can’t be one of the 118, he would know.

He texts Lucy, asking who he’s there to see, and she leaves him on read. She ignores his call, too.

“Hey, excuse me,” Buck says to the nurse behind the desk. “Um, I’m not sure who I’m—”

The words die in his throat as his eyes land on a familiar form in a large wingback chair, the leg rest raised so he’s reclined with his head tipped back and eyes closed. He’s thinner than he was when Buck last saw him, deep shadows sit under his eyes and his hair, patchy in places, has been shaved short. There’s a port-a-cath in his upper arm and hanging on the drip stand above is a bag of fluid, the bright red chemotherapy label visible even at this distance.

“Sir?” The nurse says, but Buck can’t look away from the man.

“Tommy.”

“Are you a relative of Mr. Kinard?” She asks.

“Uh, I-I’m a…friend,” Buck manages to utter through his shock. “Can I…?” He points in Tommy’s direction, hoping she won’t send him away.

“Sure, he has a little longer left but go ahead.”

Buck moves as though through sludge, mind still trying to comprehend what he’s seeing, and he comes to a stop in the doorway into the treatment room, more of the wingback chairs spaced evenly throughout. A handful of them are occupied, other patients also hooked up to chemo bags, but his sight is fixed on his ex.

With Tommy’s eyes closed it gives Buck a chance to take him in up close. He looks the same and yet completely different all at once. He has the same sharp angle of his jaw; the one Buck would nip at to feeling the shadow of his scruff scratching against his own, but it’s more pronounced now, gaunt. The sweats and hoodie he’s wearing are practically swamping him. He’s a shadow of the man who broke up with Buck all those months ago.

He looks tired, worn. Sick.

Tommy coughs, the rattle deep in his chest audible from where Buck stands frozen, and he opens his eyes as he adjusts his position in his chair.

Then Tommy’s eyes land on him. They widen in shock before turning soft, the way they always did when he looked at Buck, but the look only lasts a second before it morphs into one of resigned understanding.

“Lucy told you.”

Buck’s mouth is dry and it takes considerable force to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “Yeah,” He breathes. “I-I mean, no. I mean, she told me to come to the hospital but she didn’t…she didn’t tell me. But you should have.”

Tommy at least has the grace to look regretful, his gaze falling from Buck to where his bony fingers are picking at his cuticles. “I’m not your problem anymore, Buck.” He says to his lap.

“Don’t,” Buck shakes his head. “Don’t call me that. That’s not what you call me.”

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[thestrangestthlng]

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[biconbuckley]

bingo card after watching the new episode

[bisasterbuckley]

Currently working on my S8 bingo card and thought I'd share the template I made with you all in case any of you wanted to use it! 👀

[supercalime]

So our bingo begins!

We got a lot from tonight’s episode! I can’t wait to see what else we might get for 08x06 in a couple of weeks!

[reddiefreddie89]

My first submission for the @911bingo !

College AU! Featuring Buck and Eddie in the throws of a mutual crush at 21.

[justchillandshipit]

My updated Bingo card. I sort of pushed the envelope on the Tommy Breaks up with Buck spot, but I'm counting it and that puts me one away from Bingo. Although, at this point, I don't know if Buddie will be canon this season. I came close on the Maddie and Chim, but not close enough.

[llove-me-anyway]

it’s my time to put out my take on 911 s8 bingo, before they start spoiling things to us! (free template after cutoff <3)

i’ve put a few freebies, some wishful thinking and some just random things that would make a pretty funny coincidence if they came true

(i’m aware of the lack of Bathena and the fact that i’m putting Hen through it, but it is what it is)

feel free to take and use on any platform. have fun 🐝

[buck-up-buck]

Bingo Square: Kissing in the Rain @911bingo

Buck can't move. Every bone and muscle in his body has seized up as he watches Tommy walk out the door, his eyes unwavering, unable to tear themselves away from where the man had just walked away. 

I'm not your last, I'm your first. 

But- but Tommy was- how could he... 

No. 

Buck is not about to let him walk away from this without saying his piece. 

Absolutely not. 

He takes off from the loft, not bothering to close the door behind him as he makes a beeline for the stairs.

Bursting through the door, he barely makes out Tommy's retreating figure in the haze of rain that had started to pour from the sky, but nothing is about to stop him from going after what he wants.

"Tommy, wait!" He watches as his desperate plea pauses Tommy in his slumped walk to his car, the man turning around with wide eyes. Buck can see the tears shining in his eyes through the raindrops dripping down his face, his own mirroring them. 

"Buck do-" 

"No! You've said more than enough. It's my turn." But suddenly, he's frozen, because how is he supposed to portray all of the emotions bubbling to the surface without scaring him off more? How could he possibly tell him how he felt without- 

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[calinaannehart]

time is shortening (down to the bone)

Chapter 2

“Okay, Bobby should be here any minute, he’s going to take you to chemo, but then he’s got that meeting with the chief so Hen is going to pick you up and bring you home. Then she and Karen have got a playdate with Mara’s brother so Chim’s going to come over after he’s dropped Jee off at the Lee’s. I think he’s got this plan for, like, a movie marathon or something, so save your energy for that, and then Eddie will take over from him and do your physio with you. Now, I’ve told him that you’re leg has been pretty bad the past few days so don’t try and just suffer through it, you hear me? And then Eddie will stay with you until I get off my shift, I should be back about eight, but that will all depend on how the traffic is at—what?”

Tommy’s looking up at him from his spot on the couch, heated blanket draped over his legs, and his head is cocked to one side matching the fond, yet slightly exasperated, smile that he’s directing at Buck.

“You know you wrote this all on the calendar already, right?” Tommy says, throwing a thumb over his shoulder toward the kitchen. “I haven’t lost my memory yet.” His eyes scrunch as his smile turns teasing.

Despite everything he’s going through Tommy hasn’t lost that dry sense of humor that had caught Buck’s attention. Right from that first meeting, when Chim had driven them to the harbor station after calling Tommy for help finding the cruise ship, there had been something special about Tommy. Buck just hadn’t been able to work out what it was straight away.

The man had swanned out of the hanger clad in a blue jumpsuit that should have been unflattering, but somehow looked like he’d swiped it right from a fashion catwalk, and greeted Chim with an embrace that dwarfed the small man. Tommy had shaken Buck’s and Eddie’s hands in turn and asked them what their plan was. He hadn’t even taken a second to consider another option when Chimney had asked if he could get them a helicopter.

“For Captain Nash, anything,” Tommy had said solemnly, leaving Buck wondering what the story was behind the vow, and had bustled them toward a bright yellow helicopter with an instruction to stay out of sight until Hen arrived.

It hadn’t been until they’d safely landed on the rescue ship, grabbing a much-needed warm drink after watching Bobby and Athena reunite, that Buck realized he’d introduced himself as Evan rather than by his chosen name. Tommy had stood next to him, full of jokes about how no one would fire them now that they were officially heroes, and had asked Buck if that was how life was now at the 118. He hadn’t registered at first that Tommy was talking to him as he was so used to hearing the name Evan directed at him. But strangely, he hadn’t minded in the least.

Maybe that should have been his first hint at just how much the man was about to turn Buck’s whole life around.

“I know, I just…it’s a lot of moving parts, you know?” Buck shrugs as he stuffs a clean LAFD tee into his duffle bag.

It had hurt so much seeing Tommy suffering so much. It had been three days before the vomiting had let up enough for him to be able to keep down more than a few sips of water and a handful of saltine crackers. Buck had stayed for the duration of it, calling out sick claiming a stomach flu, and turning down all offers from the 118 to stop by and check on him and find him not at home. He’d confessed the truth when he’d returned for their next block of shifts, having gotten Tommy’s permission to share the news of his diagnosis, and just as Buck had predicted everyone had been shocked but had also offered to do whatever they could to help.

Getting Tommy to accept that help from someone other than Buck, however, had been more of a battle. When Buck had taken vacation days for the second cycle Tommy had been agitated, insisting Buck didn’t need to babysit him, that he could just check on Tommy after his shift. It had been hard not to let his frustration show when he’d reminded the man how he’d had to clean up the vomit before it stained the rug, how he’d washed weeks’ worth of dishes and done multiple loads of laundry, how he’d had to help Tommy in and out of the bathtub because he hadn’t had enough energy to stand, let alone wash himself.

“I’m not judging you for it,” Buck had insisted, softening his voice when he’d spotted the embarrassment on Tommy’s face. “I can’t imagine how hard this is for you. Watching you suffer is one thing, but actually going through it? I wouldn’t cope any better. Just accept the help, Tommy. Even if you say no I’m going to be here anyway, all of us are.”

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[buck-up-buckley]

Part 2 to the bingo

[911bingo]

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[biconbuckley]

i didn't post my bingo card yesterday bc i didn't watch the episode last night, but here it is now (:

might make another one later on bc this was fun

[jocelynstacey]

After making a bingo for my season 8 predictions/wish list i thought i would have some fun and make a bingo for buddies, specifically things they might say or do during season 8. Now i know some of these are a given as they have done some of these things every season since season 2, they haven't earned themselves a reputation over the last few years for being extremely toxic for no reason, but it's still fun to see how many things you can accurately predict.