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So, Eddie thinks he might hate Frank's office.
It's not that he has anything against the guy's design choices, per se. The gray couch, white knit cushion covers, and perfectly drab rug are certainly… fine. But as Eddie sits on the couch, sinking deeper in every second, eyes landing on the walnut desk tucked into the corner as he pointedly avoids chancing a glance at Frank, his skin crawls. He's 27, punching his problems so hard he nearly kills a man. He's 29, holes in his wall and bags under his eyes, wondering what the point of it all is. He's 32, his son lives three states away, and he's blown his life up again.
He's 34, and he knows Frank's office has been the backdrop that has punctuated the worst moments of Eddie's life. So he hates it.
Or; In the months after getting stabbed in a hospital chapel, Eddie's back in therapy. He's throwing up in churches. He's dissociating in elevators. He's being reckless on the job. And somewhere in that mess he maybe realizes he isn't quite as broken as he thought.
(aka, my post-s9 eddie whump thesis)
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13 Aug 2026
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The second the words leave his mouth, Eddie wishes he could claw them back in. Reach out into the space between them—that chasm of distance that’s been building over the last several weeks. They’re twenty feet apart in literal terms, Buck’s sitting at the table and Eddie’s at the top of the stairs, clutching his hands in front of himself, but the entire world is separating them because—
Because.
Fuck.
He takes a step towards him, the rest of the firehouse falling silent as they all turn to look at him. That easy smile that was on Buck’s lips, that soft hope that lined his statement fading into obscurity as Eddie’s words ring vibrant and angry over it all.
Buck blinks, tilting his head like he doesn’t quite understand, and how could he? How could he understand? He never fucking gets it.
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Or Buck wants to start a family, but he already has one.
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11 Aug 2026
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May glances up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”
He drops the fork, leans back in the booth, and stares at her—can feel how wide his eyes are, how tense his jaw is; the thrum of anxiety racing through his limbs and tip-tapping and shaking every surface he’s touching. He can’t stop it, though. He can’t stop it because—
He leans forward, grabbing the fork and spearing through a particularly fluffy glob of scrambled egg. “Eddie kissed me last night,” he says, quietly, carefully—it feels a bit like it’s being pulled from him, like if he doesn’t say it right here, right now, he might actually explode, but he doesn’t know how to say it, because it doesn’t make sense.
It doesn’t make sense.
And this--May’s the only one who can help him make it make sense.
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Or Buck highjacks his and May's weekly breakfast.
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10 Aug 2026
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Karen sits on the coffee table across from him, leaning in and placing a steady weight on his knees.
Above them, he hears, “Did something happen to Buck? Should we call Maddie?”
Eddie chokes, sitting upright, and looking over his shoulder at Hen, “No,” he says, voice gravelly. “Do not call Maddie.”
“Okay,” Hen says, frowning. “Why?”
He groans, turning back around and burying his face in his hands again. “Because Bucks probably already told her and there’s no doubt I’ve jumped to the top of her to be killed list.” He looks up. “Don’t tell me she doesn’t have a to be killed list, because I guarantee she does now.”
“Okay. What’s going on?”
He takes a deep breath, shaking his head. “I kissed Buck.”
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09 Aug 2026
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“It was almost you,” He finds himself saying, eyes still closed, mind caught on a frozen image. A still frame of Eddie’s eyes on him, a line of blood running between his eyes.
He hears Eddie’s surprised inhale and turns his head lazily, blinking at him. Watching the weight of the words sink into him.
Eddie frowns, shuffling to turn towards him fully. “What?”
The corners of Buck’s mouth rise, wry and bittersweet and trembling. “You were standing next to him,” he offers, voice cracking. “It was almost you.” He pauses, turns his gaze back to the ceiling and exhales slowly. “Again.”
Eddie goes still, body tensed and frozen, and Buck closes his eyes again.
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Or, the call with the space debris triggers the memory of Eddie getting shot.
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08 Aug 2026