If You Forget I Will Remember

Chapter 2

A/N: Hi! Sorry for the lack of updates! Everything has been crazy lately and it took me a while to write this chapter. But can I just say THANK YOU for the overwhelming amount of support on the first chapter of this story💜 you really have no idea how much it means and you are all so wonderful and amazing! I am truly grateful.

Some quick TWs for this: Roofies, Medical Inaccuracies, Implied non-con (no non con scenes happen though and no graphic details!)

Also I did put a couple of spanish words in here for storyline purposes, I do not speak spanish and I do apologize if they are spelled incorrectly, I was using google translate. I mean no disrespect and if you see any that are incorrect I will fix it so please let me know.

Ok, I think that's it, I hope you enjoy!

Buck

The familiar smell of alcohol burned my nose as I entered the bar, I hadn't been here in years. Not since I first came to LA. But after the last few months, the pain, the recovery, the lawsuit, the hazing, I needed something to make it all stop.

Something to drown out the dark thoughts in my head, something to burn away the image of Hen's caring eyes as I raced out the door, something to numb the broken thing inside my chest that used to be my heart.

People crowded the dance floor and the bass of the music pounded inside my chest. Buck 1.0 would have been out there in a second, flirting with anyone he could find. Anything so that he wouldn't wake up to an empty bed the next morning. Now however, there was only one man I was interested in. Unfortunately for me besides being straight, he also hated my guts.

Eddie was lost to me now, and as the thought of his name made my eyes sting, I hurried towards the bar, shoving past the crowd to collapse into a seat. I hadn't been able to drink on the blood thinners, but now that I was off them I was ready to drown all the thoughts inside my brain.

I ordered the cheapest drink I could find, I was still paying off medical bills and lawyer fees after all, and the girl at the bar winked as she served me writing her number on the napkin under the glass. When she was out of sight I slipped the paper into my pocket. I wasn't in the mood to flirt right now, but if Buck 1.0 made an appearance in a few hours, he would be more than happy to have her attention.

My eyes roamed the room as I took a sip of my drink, there were a lot of people here tonight and I relaxed into the seat a bit letting the flow of conversations wash over me. I hadn't really had any company since the tsunami. Most of my time was spent inside my loft watching one documentary after another in an effort to drown out the emptiness and silence.

"Hey, I know you!"

The sound of a voice made me jerk in surprise sloshing some of my drink out of the glass as I looked up to see a man in his 30s smiling at me. He didn't really look familiar to me and I sat my glass down, leaving my hands free, just in case.

"You're a firefighter right? The one who was on TV–"

I grabbed my drink, bolting away from the bar and disappearing into the crowd before the man could finish. Tonight I didn't want any reminders of that awful night, of the recovery, of the lawsuit, of my former family. All I wanted right now was to forget.

When I was far enough away from the man I drifted to the edge of the dancefloor, sipping my drink slowly as I listened to the music. I couldn't really recognize the song but it had a nice beat to it, and I let my mind wander as the song played.

Back during my 1.0 days I used to spend my days off and after shifts going from one bar to another. I didn't drink a lot though, mostly I just hung out with the people I met inside. I didn't have a lot of friends at first, my constant wandering from place to place had prevented that. All of that had changed of course once I joined the 118.