#god there is so much mcguyvering going on in this guy

[invinciblerodent]

he's finally done :)

bonus progress picture that almost made me cry with laughter under the cut

look at this wretched old man

[anon911andbuddie]

Anon that asked for the McGuyver and 911 crossover. Thank you very much for the writing RED, it was bloody fantastic ! I liked it and the end, my god, the end was so amazing ! I wanted to slap the team, minus Hen because she didn't harm Evan like the other did, and let Athena deal with Bobby. It was amazing, again. Thank you very much ! Have a nice week, I hope you are safe and healthy !

I’m so glad you liked it!!! Thanks for all the positive responses guys…I kinda like this AU -Red💋

Here’s part 1

For a couple of people that I think would like to know that there’s more to this: @rachbabe007 @manon-blackbeakcrochan @wintersoldier28 @the-118

Warnings: cursing, past emotional abuse, violence, guns, bombs, gun fire, past trauma

The world was ringing around him as he came back to his senses. There were dust and other particles floating in the air as his eyes opened. He could feel himself being dragged and tried to move to see what was going on, but everything hurt. Nothing made sense. As he saw the black hoods, he grunted. Fuck.

Two Weeks Ago

“As interesting as that was, we have a new case. Coming, Buckley,” Jack asked.

Buck looked up, not bothering to look at his crew. “Hell yeah. Maybe if I’m there physically, you won’t get yourself into too much trouble, Dalton.”

“I resent that.”

“But we both know it’s true.” The playful smirk on his face felt out of place after months of the team paying no attention to him...but it felt good to have a nice teasing friendship with someone. 

“You’re not just going to go with them, are you,” Hen asked, concern in her eyes.

“They’re my team too, Hen.” Buck glanced at the group as Mac and Jack joined him. “And right now...right now I trust them to have my back more than I trust you guys. Time away will be good.”

Buck sighed and turned to leave, but it was Eddie who interrupted him this time. “So your solution is to run away?”

Buck clenched his jaw. “It’s not running away. It’s doing my job. The job I’ve had longer than being a firefighter. The job I originally went into. I’m making the world a better place and if that means I have to leave you guys for a while to do it, well, it doesn’t really matter to you, does it? I haven’t mattered to you since I lost your son in the tsunami.”

Eddie scoffed. “I never stopped caring about you, Buck. You just-you pushed all of us away and then you opened that stupid lawsuit-which I don’t understand if your true job is with the foundation.”

“That’s the thing! You pushed me away first. You told me to suck it up. You told me that I should stop feeling bad about myself, but did you go through months of physical therapy after getting crushed under a truck? Did you have an embolism and almost die on your boss’s patio? Did you watch your job slip through your fingers because no one believed in you, because no one believed that you could get through all of the bad hands you had been dealt? Did you watch as a wave separated you from your son and did you fight to get your son to safety only to stupidly let your hero complex get in the way? Did you turn your back for one second and suddenly the waves took your son away from you? Did you walk miles upon miles trying to find your son after the waters receded only to wind up at the VA hospital empty handed and panicking and asking your sister how you tell your best friend and partner that you lost his son-our son? Did you do everything right after that, play it safe and follow the rules just to be told by your boss that you weren’t returning to work because he didn’t believe you were ready? Did you have to see the look of fear in your boss’s eyes-the fear for your life-and know that that was the reason you weren’t being allowed back with your team-your family? Did you watch as your ‘family’ pulled away from you? Would you have noticed? I noticed because unlike you I have no one that I get to go home to. You kept our relationship hidden from the others, you didn’t want me to move into your house, so every single day I was in my apartment alone as all of you went home to your families.”

Buck took a breath, backing away from his crew. “I could go on, but we really need to get to our mission briefing. A little time apart will do us all some good,” he stated as he turned and fled down the stairs. He wouldn’t let them see him cry. He wouldn’t be weak, he was better than that. With that thought, he pushed his emotions back and locked them away like he had been taught in the SEALs.

_________________

“The Kline-destines are an newly formed terrorist group made up of white supremacists. They take on anyone who supports the minorities or tries to stand up to them. They’ve started their hold in England and are quickly spreading their outreach through social media. They’ve taken US ambassadors and UK Parliament members hostage and are holding them for randsome,” Matty started.

“But we know that after they get the money, they’ll just kill them,” Buck stated.

“Exactly. Agencies overseas are trying to negotiate, but are getting nowhere. Our government wants this over and done with quickly. They sent in the SEALs, but haven’t had any connection to them since they went in to execute their mission.”

“So we’ve got SEALs, Ambassadors, and Parliament members all presumably still alive at this point, but no one knows for sure,” Mac asked.

“Two ambassadors, twelve Parliament members, and six SEALs. We know for sure that the ambassadors and parliament members are still alive at this point. Things are less clear about the SEALs. No one other than us and the Navy know that a SEAL team was dispatched to England so there is no news about them. There’s been radio silence since the last randsome call yesterday.”

“Do we know any places that the Kline-destines frequent or have made their base,” Jack questioned. 

“We have narrowed it down to three different places. We need to check them out and come up with a solid plan to get everyone out safely.”

“The three places that you narrowed down, does that include the base the SEALs attacked,” Buck asked.

“You don’t think they’d be stupid enough to stay at the same base, do you,” Jack rose an eyebrow.

“Stupid enough? No. Arrogant enough? Possibly.”

Matty nodded, “make that four possible locations. Get moving, you have a lot of work to do.”

Present Time

Buck doesn’t know how much time passes, but he thinks he blacked out a few times. He’s in a large room with fence cages. He can see ambassadors and parliament members along with a couple of the SEAL team. He looks around but can’t find Mac or Jack...Buck didn’t know whether to feel relief or dread at that.

Jack and Mac had been with him when they made their attack on the base. Things had, obviously, gone to hell. Something had exploded and Buck didn’t know where Jack and Mac had been when it exploded...were they dead? Did they survive? Were they captured like him and just put somewhere else in the facility?

“Looks like you got a little banged up, Blondie. Where’d you come from,” one of the SEALs asked.

Buck cleared his throat, standing in the cage as he assessed his predicament. “Former SEAL, work with an agency in the US. Came to take down the terrorist group but things kinda went to hell, even after all the precautions we took.”

“We,” another SEAL questioned.

“Yeah, there were two others. Hope they made it out and are planning a new strategy to get us out of here.”

“If they’re alive,” another SEAL scoffed. 

“Have a little faith man. If they aren’t, I’ll come up with something.”

One Week Ago

“Hey Buck...Voicemail 37, I know you’re busy with your mission...I’m guessing it has something to do with the missing Parliament members and ambassadors in the UK. I just-I hope your safe and you come back to me-to us. I know I’ve been unfair and that I’ve treated you poorly...but that’s because I was afraid. I know that’s not a good enough excuse, there is no excuse that makes up for what I’ve put you through. Chris misses you. He wanted to show you his science project before he had to turn it in, so I made a video of it for you. The file won’t send because the video’s so long, but I promise to show it to you as soon as you get back.” There was a pause on the audio. “I need you to come back safely. Please, Buck...Evan, promise you’ll be safe. I don’t-I don’t know what Chris and I would do without you. There’s so much I need to do to make things up to you, and I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to make things up. I love you.”

Buck barely kept the tears at bay as he listened to the voicemail over again. He missed his boys. He thought that within a week they’d be back home, but everything seemed to be taking too long. The Kline-destines were always one step ahead of them. 

Buck sighed as he shut his phone off again. They couldn’t keep their phones on for long, lest the Kline-destines were aware of their presence and used the phones to track them. “Lover boy again,” Jack asked as he sat down next to Buck and his computer set up.

“I miss him, Jack,” Buck eventually muttered. 

“You’ll be home soon enough and you can talk to him. I don’t think you should immediately forgive him because he was a little shit, but maybe you could get back some semblance of normal.”

Present Time

Buck looked up as the door to the room opened. Six men with black hoods came in. He knew that it would be crazy for him to try and fight all six of them, but he had to try. If they were coming to get him, he needed to see if he could get the chance to get free and call out for help. Matty would need to send another team if Mac and Jack were really gone.

Two guns trained on him as the door to his cell opened. He let the man enter the cell to get him before he attacked. Two well placed punches, and he was out. He rolled out of the way of the bullets, attacking one of the gunmen and disarming him easily. 

Buck used the man he’d disarmed as a shield from the other gunman and narrowly avoided two of the men that had pulled out knives. He barely flinched as a bullet tor through his side. He’d shut all unessential functions of his body and mind down. He had one focus, disarm and incapacitate his captors. 

It didn’t take long to take out the other gunman. In the process, one of the attackers with the knife caught a few stray bullets. As he took down the next man, he was stopped from moving onto the last as he recognized the human shield. 

The last man had gotten one of the parliament members out and was using her to shield him from attack. There was a knife pressed to her throat and Buck knew he could do nothing without getting the woman killed. “Nice fight you put up, I don’t get why you would defend these pigs. You could be an asset to our cause.”

“You cause kills millions of people. That’s not right,” Buck responded, wracking his brain on how to get to the last man without hurting the woman in front of him. 

“They’ll kill us without a second thought. We’re just defending ourselves.”

“No, you’re killing innocent people who have done nothing to hurt you. That’s not a cause I can believe in.”

Buck could hear the feet pounding down the hall and he knew that he wouldn’t win. “If you have a plan for me, you might want to know that I’m on blood thinners and can easily bleed out if not treated. Otherwise, you can kill me where I stand.”

As the door burst open and men and women burst in Buck didn’t fight. He wouldn’t risk the woman’s life. He was beaten to the ground, tazed, and thrown back in his cage.

A few minutes after the men left and Buck had pulled himself to a sitting position against the wall, the first SEAL spoke, “Valiant effort. It was pretty impressive until you got to the last guy.”

A startled chuckle left his lips, causing him to wince. “I thought it was going pretty well right up until the end.”

“Were you telling the truth when you said you were on blood thinners,” the woman from before asked.

He gave her tight smile. “Yeah, I kind of had an embolism after being crushed under a firetruck and to prevent another embolism, I got put on blood thinners.”

A surprised noise came from another cage. “Evan Buckley. Firefighter in LA,” that was one of the US ambassadors.

Buck smirked, another laugh escaping his mouth. “The one and only. I have to say, as far as cover jobs go, I’ve gotten way too much attention being a firefighter, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“Wait, back up, you were crushed by a firetruck,” one of the SEALs asked.

“Yeah, my captain put a boy’s father in prison after proving that he set his own restaurant on fire for the insurance money. The boy made a bomb and put it in the firetruck. Usually Cap would have been where I was sitting, but he was put on leave following an investigation for an unrelated thing. Bomb went off, I was left with one leg crushed under our firetruck.”

“And you still have your leg?”

“Yep, with a lot of ugly scars to boot.”

_________________

“That’s what I’m telling you Matty, Buck’s still in there...if he’s still alive. We’re going to need more manpower,” Mac stated over the phone. 

Jack glared at the plans in front of him. They needed a way to get their teammate out along with the other twenty or so prisoners the group had. After the explosion, Jack had found Mac and pulled him to safety. He had gone back to get Buck, but there was no sign of him. It pissed him off to no end that he hadn’t been right there with Buck. He should have been right behind him, but he had thought he’d heard something and had gone to check it out.

“That’s the thing...we don’t know if he’s alive or not...or if the others are still alive-”

Mac was quiet for a moment before he shot across the room. “What do you mean you know he’s alive?”

Mac typed a few keys on one of the computers in front of Jack and they both watched as a video popped up. “We’re getting tired of America sending agents after us. They are no match for our superiority. The next time an agency attacks our base, we will film the killing of each of our hostages.” The man on the screen moved until they could see five hostages tied and gagged to chairs behind him. 

“To prove our point one of these five attackers is going to die. We have four SEALs and one unidentified agency. To make this fair, the person behind each agent will pull a straw. The one with the short straw will kill the agent they stand behind.” Each person tied up glared at the man as he approached. Mac and Jack could see Buck working at his bonds, but to no avail. They knew he hated not being able to save everyone.

“Damn,” the man behind Buck groaned. “I was hoping I’d get to kill this one, he’s a pain in the ass.”

“Maybe next time,” a gun shot went off and the second man from the left slumped forward in his chair. 

Buck went still. To the untrained eye, it would look like he was scared, but in truth, he was beyond angry. He wanted to kill the sons of bitches that had them tied up, and the other SEALs were in agreement as they looked at their brother as the blood ran down his face. “The next time you want to send agents after us, America, you better make sure they kill us before we kill them.”

The video ended and both Jack and Mac were frozen. “How wide streamed was that,” Mac asked.

“We were able to cut the signal off after they started to draw straws. But it popped up on every social media whether you wanted it to or not.”

“We need to work faster,” Jack stated.

Three Days Ago

Okay, so your voicemail is full. Sorry, not sorry for that. 

So I’ve taken to texting you, though I don’t know if you’ll even see these until you get back.

Things have been boring without you.

I miss my best friend...my boyfriend.

Chris and the others miss you too. Everything’s dimmer without you here.

Abuela’s pissed that you didn’t tell her goodbye before leaving, so be prepared for that when you get back.

I hope all is going well, I know things are escalating with the Kline-destines.

I hope you’re safe.

Would it be breaking protocol if you texted to tell me that you were alright?

I just...please be safe.

I love you.

Come home soon.

Present Time

Everything was so loud. He broke through the fence and helped to get the others out of theirs. Two of the SEALs automatically went to the back of the civilians to keep them from harms way while Buck and the remaining SEAL took the front of the group.

Upon exiting the room, they were immediately met with resistance. Buck and the SEAL worked in harmony, disarming and taking down the Kline-destines. Guns were passed back to the other two SEALs while Buck and the SEAL took care of the final men and grabbed weapons of their own. 

Buck doesn’t know how many people they take down before he sees Mac and Jack. He couldn’t be happier to see them, but instead of telling them that, he huffs out, “took you long enough.”

“Sorry, we stopped for milkshakes,” Jack responded with a smirk. “Now let’s get a move on.”

_________________

Buck only relaxed after he was released from medical and Mac and Jack had dropped him off at his apartment. He was still sore, but he had insisted that he would recover better at home than at the foundation. After promising to give daily updates to both Mac and Jack, Matty had agreed to let him go home. 

He’d only been home for a few hours before his door was flung open. Without thinking, he pulled the hand gun from his ankle and pointed it at the door. He tended to keep a gun on him for a few days after a hard mission...it kept him calm. “Whoa, what the hell Buck,” Maddie shouted as she and Chim stopped in their tracks. 

“Its not nice to enter someone’s home unannounced especially when that person has had a very stressful two weeks,” slowly Buck lowered the gun and focused on the others behind Maddie and Chim. The whole crew was there. 

“It’s not nice to lie to your sister and tell her that you dropped out of SEALs training and to never mention that you work for a secret government agency,” Maddie huffed as she and the others piled into his apartment.

“To be fair, I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone. But because of the KGB hit two weeks ago, there was no lie that everyone would believe, so my boss let me tell everyone involved.”

“And no one thought to tell your family that you were being held captive by a terrorist organization,” Maddie’s voice went up an octave.

Buck winced but stood, slowly walking to his kitchen to put space between him and the others. This was a lot of stimulation after the week he’d had. “Considering you didn’t know about my job, they couldn’t tell you. Not to mention, we were in the middle of an op. It wasn’t safe to tell anyone outside of the foundation if we were going to get the captives out alive.”

“Not all of them came out alive, Buck. You almost-”

“Don’t you think I know that Maddie,” Buck growled as he turn quickly to face her and the others. They all took a step back at the brash response. “I watched them die. Three people, two SEALs and an innocent ambassador. I watched the bullets enter and exit their heads. I was in the room to hear the deafening crack and I know how close it came to being me!”

Buck dragged his hand down his face as he turned back around.��“But if I think about that, I won’t sleep. If I think about it too much, I won’t compartmentalize and I won’t be able to function. That’s part of the job. Sometimes death is part of the job, but you can’t take it home with you...it’s like firefighting. You can’t save everyone even if you want to. Did you all come to just yell at me for my life choices? If so, I want you all to leave right now.”

Buck could feel someone approaching him and as a hand reached out, Buck turned and caught it. His eyes met Eddie’s and something in them made the events of the past week build up. Buck bit his lip and lowered his head as he felt the tears stinging at his eyes. “I’m proud of you, Quierido. You did the best you could.”

The emotions rushed out and Buck wrapped himself around Eddie, burying his face in Eddie’s chest. The silent tears wet the t-shirt Eddie was wearing, but the man didn’t seem to mind as he pulled Buck closer. “I’ve got you now...I promise to be better...I promise to put you first.”

[frasier-crane-style]

Space Seed

Watching the original Star Trek with my dad, we came to this episode, and it reminded me of how much I really dislike everything about Into Darkness’s portrayal of Khan.

-It’s a nice touch that Kirk’s defeat of Khan here hinges on ‘cheating’--instead of getting beat down by a guy with five times his strength, he brings out a lead pipe and gives him the ol’ Brooklyn Welcome. Fast-forward to TWOK and Kirk similarly ‘changing the rules’ will be a huge theme. 

-Ricardo Montalban sells the hell out of him and Kirk being in a battle of wits, but really, Kirk ferrets out who he is by basically going “those Augments, huh? Weren’t they a bunch of punk-ass bitches?” and Khan goes “No, I heard that Khan Noonian Singh had an eight-pack. That Khan was shredded.” 

-That kind of brings us to Khan’s race. The character is explicitly identified as an Indian, but he’s played by a Hispanic man, in line with the casting standards of the time. I always figured if you wanted to get technical with a Watsonian explanation, we could just say that though he’s literally descended from Sikhs, the genetic engineering that made him used so much Hispanic DNA that he’s effectively mixed-race, though he still identifies as an Indian man. I imagine we could debate all day over whether STID should’ve compounded the ‘error’ by casting another Hispanic man, or ‘corrected’ it by casting an Indian, but either way, I feel like going the colorblind casting route and making him an inoffensive British villain was a huge misstep. There are lots of other problems with STID’s portrayal, but the whole thing there is getting off on the wrong foot.

-As well, Khan is supposed to be a somewhat honorable, antiheroic, benevolent dictator figure. Sort of like the more sympathetic portrayals of Doctor Doom. This all goes out the window with Quinto!Spock stating that Benedict Khanberbatch intends to enact ethnic cleansing on all non-Augmented humans (!). This is basically completely opposite of the character in Space Seed and even TWOK, which means that the makers of a two hundred million dollar movie couldn’t be bothered to keep in continuity with three hours of film. 

-I mean, Kirk and the others specifically mention that Khan enacted “no massacres” and started no wars. The worst you could say of him was that he was apparently a major “security over freedom” type (which you’d think a big 9/11 analogy like STID would do something with). He was apparently quite sincere in trying to recruit the Enterprise crew to follow him, and in taking McGuyvers as his wife--all of them unAugmented. 

-The superstrength in STID I don’t mind so much, since Spock and Khan are both established in TOS to have superhuman strength and I’m sure if they had the production value to display that at the time, they would’ve. 

-The thing of Khan being awoken and him instantly turning into some master starship designer cum weapons developer, despite having been in a freezer for two hundred years, still strikes me as really stupid--the Villain Sue lazy storytelling equivalent of Rey blinking and becoming a Jedi Knight. True, Khan is a quick study in Space Seed, and able to take over the ship, but a key plot point is that he still needs the Enterprise crew to work it--if he were such a Reed Richards genius, and so were all his Augments, you’d think he could just have all of them study up and then crew the Enterprise themselves. (Of course, maybe he’s just softhearted and doesn’t want to eliminate the Starfleet personnel unless he absolutely has to, but then that goes right back to him supposedly being a genocidal maniac in STID.) The impression I got from Khan here, and Bashir in DS9, was that augmentation could make you a really, really good member of your chosen profession, but not some kind of God of Intelligence who could build a time machine out of two balls of yarn and some skis. 

-It must be said that Khan’s sartorial choices are apparently coveralls for all the dudes in his crew and fishnet bodystocking/bikini combos for all the ladies, so maybe he is a superior man after all.

No wonder Kirk admired him so much.