Let me in

Chapter 1 : That's crap.

He is tired.

Physically, mentally, emotionally... He is exhausted.

How much longer will this last?

Weeks, months have gone by. And yet he still feels so miserable.

Shit, even little Christopher has managed to overcome that. He needed therapy and time, but he managed to talk about his nightmares, what was tormenting him and he overcame his fears. Today he is as radiant as he was on his first day.

So why can't he move on?

"Hey, man, I thought Buck 1.0 was dead and buried."

Buck almost jumps, opens one eye and show his face, taking his arm off in front of his eyes.

Chimney looks at him with a mocking smile from the other couch of the loft.

"Why would you say that?" Buck asks, frowning.

Chimney raises his eyebrows.

"Have you looked in a mirror lately? The night is made for sleeping, you know?"

Buck wants to tell him that's all he wants to do; sleep. It's not for lack of trying. But every time he closes his eyes, he drowns. In the water. But most of the time, in his own blood.

Yeah, no. He can't tell him that.

"Not only that." He answers instead, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Chimney snickers, before he, in turn, lies down on the couch.

Hen grimaced, stretching her arms over her head, sitting on the sofa armrest that Buck monopolizes.

Eddie rolls his eyes as he prepares a cup of coffee.

And Bobby, well, he does what he always does when it comes to Buck. He puts his hands on his hips and watches him with a stern, suspicious, probing look. He reprimands him, silently.

And Buck does what he always does when it comes to Bobby. He arcs an eyebrow and stretches out a mischievous smile. He provokes him, gently.

"Are you concerned about my sex life, Cap? If you want, I can fill in a few details. That way, you'll be reassured to know that the only part of me I'm wearing out is--"

"Damn it!" Is he interrupted by Eddie choking on a sip of coffee.

Hen covers him with a compassionate look.

"You've had a child, Eddie. Stop being such a prude." Buck sighs and raises his voice, making sure he hears it from the kitchen.

Even though he knows Buck can't see him, Eddie raises his middle finger.

Hen chuckles slightly.

"Stick it in where I think." Immediately retorts Buck, who, even without seeing it, is quite capable of guessing Eddie's reaction.

Eddie hiccups with surprise.

"Buck, seriously. Do we really have to have this conversation? Again?" Intervenes Bobby.

"You know how I work; work before pleasure."

"Good." Answers Bobby, satisfied, as he leaves for the kitchen.

"But if you feel like it, I'd be happy to talk about my sexual exploits with you, Bobby."

"Shut up, Buck!" They all cry out in chorus.

Buck chuckles as he receives a pillow in the face. He doesn't try to find out who it's from, but rather serves it up against him, closing his eyes, knowing however, that he won't sleep.