9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lone Star one shots (mostly angst)

70: Buck+Tommy

•Title: "Frustrated.. and not in the good way"

•Requester:

•Warnings: talk of injury, strangulation

•Inspiration: the season 7 episode 5 promo

•Type: angsty fluff

A/N: Okay, so I am absolutely OBSESSED with these two so here you go. Again, Tommy and Buck are already dating. They're about a month into the relationship or so.

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Buck sighs in relief as he opens his apartment door to let Maddie in. His big sister is carrying her entire make up collection-it may or may not fit in a suitcase.

"Thank you for coming so fast," Buck says.

Maddie smiles towards her brother, taking note of the turtle neck he's wearing, "okay, Buck. Show me how bad it is."

Buck sighs and takes his shirt off, a redish purple handprint visible on his neck. Maddie lets out a small gasp at the sight.

"Is it bad?"

"No, no," Maddie says as she places her make up case on the table, unzipping it, "let's get to work."

"Maddie, I'm sorry if covering up a bruise brings back any memories," Buck says softly as his sister has him sit on the chair.

"Don't worry, about it, Buck. Now," she says as she looks over her make up, "you and I aren't the same skin tone, so I'll have to mix some shades."

Buck nods and Maddie quickly works on mixing some make up on the back of her hand. She uses a beauty sponge to dab it on, being as gentle as she can be.

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Buck does one more look in the mirror as there is a knock on the door. With a deep breath, and maybe a silent prayer, Buck walks and opens the door. Tommy is standing there. He walks into the apartment with a smile, eyes scanning up and down Buck's outfit. As his eyes go back up, his smile drops.

"Evan," he starts, "are you wearing make up?"

Buck tenses at the question and begins to stutter out a response, "uh, wh- y- n-."

"Evan, relax. If you want to wear make up, wear make up. You might want to try a different shade, though. That one's too pale," Tommy says, "plus, I'm pretty sure make up goes on your face, not your neck.

"Right, yeah," Buck awkwardly turns away and walks towards the table, scratching the back of his head.

"Okay," Tommy says, grabbing Buck's hand to stop him, "what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why are you acting cagey and wearing make up on your neck?" Tommy pauses, "are you covering up a hickey?"

"What!? No!" Buck responds quickly.

"Then what is going on? What are you hiding?"

"I just didn't want you to see it and freak out," Buck says.

"See what?"

Buck sighs and goes to the living room, grabbing one of the make up removing wipes Maddie left for him. He wipes his neck and looks to see the wipe covered with make up. He tilts his head down and turns around, "before I show you, promise you won't freak out."

"I promise I will try not to freak out," Tommy responds.

"Tommy," buck sighs.

"Sorry, Evan, that's the best you'll get."

With a sigh, knowing he won't get his way, Buck lifts his head. First, Tommy's eyes soften when he sees the bruise. Next, Tommy's eyes harden when he sees the bruise is in the shape of a hand print.

"Who did this?"
"It was a patient. He didn't mean to," Buck says quickly, "he had no control over the muscles in his arm."

"Evan," Tommy hesitates, "that bruise is bad. How long did he strangle you for?"

"Tommy, look," Buck grabs Tommy's hands, "I am okay."

"How long?" Tommy repeats.

Buck sighs and mumbles under his breath as he looks at the ground.

Tommy crosses his arms, "what was that?"

"Long enough for me to see spots," Buck repeats.

Tommy takes a deep breath, "did you see a doctor?"

"Yeah, Bobby made me. I'm okay, it just hurts to touch and move my head quickly, that's all," Buck says.

"Do you realize how bad this could have been?"

"Yes, Tommy. I know," Buck says.

Tommy smiles and pulls him closer, "please, I know it's hard but at least try to avoid getting hurt."

Buck leans into his embrace, resting his forehead against Tommy's shoulder, "I'll try."

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A/N: Well, Hope you enjoyed.