SPOILERS FOR S3!!
Buck PoV:
"Suing the city isn't a small thing you know?" The words crowded in my head I could focus on any of the words tumbling out of his mouth until I heard: "you should cut all contact with people related to the suit," how on Earth was Chase so calm?! Cut contact with Eddie.. I questioned my actions before realised why I considered this in the first place. "I'm in." I mumbled barely above a whisper.
It took a few days to get all of the papers ready. "I can get someone to serve them, if you don't want to?"
"No. They need to hear it from me." I exhaled.
"I'm the dumbass"
"I AM AT 100%!"
"Buck you are not ready!"
Third person PoV:
Those words hung over him and haunted him as he pulled up to Bobby and Athena's house with papers in hand. He fiddled with the door handle and jumped out of the car, chewing the inside of his cheeks as his nails were already bitten to the point it ached. Dread danced behind him, anxiety gnawing at his sides; he knocked.
"Buck? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to give you this. I've filed a lawsuit against the city and... you."
"Wh-"
"Whats going on here?" Athena questioned as he head poked out the door.
"I'm suing Bobby and the city" tears welled in his eyes and before he could carry on further, he ran to his car. He couldn't cry. He had 5 more papers to deliver.
•1 1/2 hours later •
Eddie PoV:
I'm sat playing games fiddling with the controller when I hear a knock at the door. "Buck? It's 9pm what are you doing here?" I laughed out.
"I'm suing the city and Bobby. I'm so sorry Eddie but we have to go no contact. Tell Chris I love him and that I didn't want to abandon him. I'm really sorry Ed's" he walked away before I could think of another word to say.
What was there to say?
My best-friend just left me and my son alone. It wasn't the first time this happened. I'm so sick of people leaving. I slam the door shut and go straight to the fridge for a beer.
Why couldn't Buck just be patient?!
I suck on my teeth and hold back the tears threatening to spill. I choke out a sob and decide to go to bed before I do real damage.
This will blow over in a week.
Right..?
[with buck 2 days later]
A lump grew in Bucks throat as he sat uncomfortably in the offices chair. Bobby was sat opposite him with a small grimace towards Buck. Every now and then Buck would raise his eyes to look at Bobby in hoped that he still loved him and cared for him. Nothing. "Is it true that just 2 days after your slip up with alcohol, you went back to work?" Chases voice rang through his ears. His eyes sunk back down to the table taking another glance at the papers presented in front of him.
He sucked in a breath and swallowed down the lump. The once blue eyes filled with courage lost their spark, their reason.
[after the session]
He walked up to the elevator to see his team staring back at him with glares and scoffs. He stopped in his tracks realising he should probably wait for the next one. He let his head fall when the doors closed. He pushed the button and stood their in grief and slight pain from his leg. 'What if they hate me now? What if ..' what ifs floated through his head when a ding dragged him away from his thoughts. It was time to go home. He got into the elevator and descended down to the ground floor, watching his crew progress outside. He lets out a sigh and follows on. Once he gets into his car he has to fight back tears to be able to drive home. He puts the car into gear and drives away.
[at bucks apartment]
Buck PoV:
I step into my apartment and drop my bag, heading up to the loft to change my clothes. As I reach my room I see the photo on my beside table of me and the 118 on Christmas, me and Eddie sandwiched in the middle and you can see the visible blush on my face. If Eddie didn't love me back then, he sure as hell won't now. I turn my head towards the bathroom and go in, turning on the shower. As I pull down my trousers I see the scars on my legs from the surgeries, I trail my fingers down it before continuing to get undressed.
I step into the shower and the moment the water hits my skin, I feel like I'm back at the tsunami; waves plowing onto me and Chris as we fought to get back to the truck. The feeling of being able to breath as we flopped onto it, fighting for every single breath. The exhaustion as my leg screamed at me to sit down while I looked for Chris. The look on Eddie's face when I told him Chris was dead. The feeling of failure as I see a foreign woman was able to save Chris and not me.
I love Eddie... but I don't think we will ever be friends again. I don't think I'll see Chris again.
