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The Price of Doing Good Business

That was it. Less than fifteen minutes and Buck was gone without a trace and her husband was haunted by an incoming ransom demand given by someone using a voice modulator. Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes from the moment that man stepped out of the elevators to the point that he disappeared from view, taking Buck with him. Four minutes to get to Buck’s door, seven for a struggle and to subdue him, four to exit. That was all it took.

BTHB Prompt: I Will Punish Your Friend for Your Failure for BTHB Fics and @badthingshappenbingo

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Rated: T | One Shot | Words: 25,021

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A tearful reunion after Buck goes to find a wounded Tommy, commission for Viraha <3

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it's so funny that buck started on the wrong foot with the three men that mean to him the most. except that tommy didn't know anything was wrong lmao

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Oliver Stark as Evan 'Buck' Buckley 9-1-1 ~ S06 E08 ~ What's Your Fantasy?

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Hi Princess! Can i request the kiss prompt "where it hurts" for bucktommy please? ✨️🙏 I love your writing with my entire being 🫶 have a nice weekend!

Bucktommy + 4. ...where it hurts

"You didn't have to come." The sound Evan made said more to Tommy about how stupid he thought that statement was than what he let on. "Of course I did," he said, propping his hands on his hips as he scanned Tommy from head to toe like he was trying to assess the damage. And there wasn't much damage. Not really. Not enough to make Evan come racing down to the ER during his own shift while they were still not together. They weren't not together. But they weren't... It was complicated. More complicated than maybe Tommy gave Evan credit for. When they had first started dating, it had been easy to get swept up in the excitement of firsts. First kisses, first dates, first time holding hands, first time doing more than holding hands. Tommy had always known he was safely placed in Evan's first category and he'd been okay with that. A death by a thousand cuts would've hurt less than the break up but he'd survived. Barely. But then things had happened. Then he hadn't just been Evan's first. Then he'd been his second and his third and things just kept happening until he was this weird in between where they weren't together but they weren't not together and Tommy didn't know what to do. But he'd been fine. There'd been no reason for Lucy to call him. Harnesses fail. The tree caught his fall. Mostly. Tommy's pride hurt more than anything. And his shoulder. And his side. And his hip. Whatever Evan saw made his face break into something a little lost and broken and Tommy was never going to be able to resist that look. Not when it came to Evan. "Hey," Tommy said, spreading his thighs wide when Evan pushed in between them. He curled his one good arm around Evan's waist and tipped his chin up when warm, callused hands cupped his jaw. "I'm okay. Really." "I'll believe that when a doctor says that," Evan said quietly, trailing a finger up to brushing away a lock of Tommy's hair. Tommy winced before he could help himself and Evan hummed as he probed the split on his forehead being held together by butterfly strips. Someone had thankfully given him a towelette to clean off all the blood before Evan saw him. "This is going to need stitches," Evan said before he leaned down to kiss the skin right next to it. It was stupid. Everything in Tommy ached and he desperately needed a hot shower and a bottle of Tylenol. But he could've sworn the press of Evan's lips seeped honey beneath his skin. He breathed out and tucked his face into his chest, inhaling the scent of him. Evan smelled like work. Like smoke and soap and oil. Like home. Something in Tommy split open again then and he curled his arm around him tighter; squeezed his thighs tighter, trapping him against him. "Stay with me tonight?" He asked, the words like lead on his tongue. He almost swallowed them back. He almost gave him an out. He almost cut their lines so they'd float away and didn't mean anything so he couldn't get caught in them and have his heart crushed. He didn't though. He was hurting and everything ached and they weren't together but holding Evan made everything feel better and less like crap and the guilt would eat him alive later but he just wanted... He just... "You can't get rid of me that easily," Evan said and it wasn't broken but it wasn't clear either. It was just them.

Send Me Kisses!

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😘 17 pretty please? and ship is dealer’s choice 🫶🏻

Bucktommy + 17 …to distract.

Tommy had one job to do… and according to the look Chimney was shooting at him, he wasn’t doing a very good job at it.

Which was seriously just rude considering everything he had done to keep Evan well and truly distracted all day. First, had been the morning sex which was a tried and true method that kept Evan thoroughly distracted for at least an hour. Then they had gone clear across town for breakfast and a hike that may or may not have involved some heavy making out against a tree that left Evan with bark imprints on his back and a blissed out look on his face while Tommy wiped his hand clean with one of the wet wipes they kept in their kit. Lunch had been a picnic bathing in the sun and then afterwards they had gone home to shower and doze in bed while watching one of Evan’s many many many comfort documentaries. Evan had barely looked at his phone once all day!

He’d fed him. He’d walked him. He’d given him a nap. He’d fucked him. What more did Chimney want?

It wasn’t like it was Tommy’s fault they were behind schedule!

They said three o'clock! It was three o'clock!

Tommy only just barely caught a glimpse of Eddie nearly falling over what looked like a sad attempt at a balloon arch before Chimney was swiping the curtain closed with a snap of his wrist.

Evan, blessedly sweet Evan, hadn’t even noticed as he kept talking about how the gorilla that had been attacking boats immediately came running when he heard his old caretaker call his name.

“It was like he was a baby all over again,” Evan said, playing with Tommy’s fingers.

“Wow. Sounds like they really had a strong bond,” Tommy said while he tried to think of anything else he could possibly ask that could distract his adorable big brained boyfriend.

He came up with nothing.

“Well yeah,” Buck said, kicking at a loose piece of gravel on the walkway as they climbed up the driveway to Chimney’s house. “He was all he knew for so long. It’d be like if Maddie came and found me.”

“I don’t think Maddie would ever let you go out into the wild, Evan,” Tommy said.

“She kind of did,” Evan said and Tommy squeezed his hand, being a terrible person and using the small moment of vulnerability to slow their steps.

It was for Evan’s own good. He’d forgive him eventually.

“She came and found you though.” Tommy pointed out. He knew those three years Buck had been without his sister was still a sore spot in his heart even if he understood why she did it. She had been protecting him. The same way she’d always been protecting him.

Tommy could never fault her for that.

Buck couldn’t either even if it still hurt. He was allowed to hurt too.

The curtains shifted and Tommy spied Hen throwing him a thumbs up before she disappeared from view.

Buck smiled up at Tommy. “Yeah. I guess that’s true. And she does have a habit of making me feel like I’m twelve years old again.”

Tommy snorted out a laugh that quickly fell away when Evan started tugging on his hand.

“C’mon,” Buck said with a jerk of his head. “She’s going to wonder why we’re standing out on the lawn for so long.”

“Can’t you tell her it’s because we’re talking about gorillas!” Tommy tried in vain because Evan just sent him a confused glance over his shoulder.

The woman in question was frantically waving him down from one of the small windows by the door before disappearing from sight again.

“Was that—”

“So I was thinking,” Tommy maybe yelled. He didn’t know. These people stressed him out. Evan’s eyebrows rose as he turned to look at him. “Maybe we should go away next week.”

“Oh?” Evan frowned. “I thought you work next weekend?”

“I meant the one after that. I could fly you and me somewhere nice. Somewhere quiet. We could get a cabin.” What was he saying? What cabin? “Maybe take in somewhere we haven’t been.”

Evan tipped his head in the adorable way he did when he was thinking and Tommy desperately tried to think of somewhere they could go that wouldn’t cost an entire mortgage payment so last minute.

“Maybe a staycation?” Evan suggested instead. “You, me, and some take out. No phones.”

God, he loved him.

The curtains moved and there was no way Evan didn’t see and Tommy panicked okay?

“What’s—Oomf!”

Tommy grabbed Evan’s face and kissed him. He grabbed his face, turned him to face him, tipped his chin up, and kissed him right on the mouth. Tongue and all.

Evan stiffened in surprise for all of a second before he melted into the kiss, into Tommy, like it was second nature. Arms wound around Tommy's neck as Tommy let his hands slip down to the small of Evan's back, skating up underneath his shirt to dance fingertips the sliver of skin that always made Evan shiver.

Tommy didn't tend to get drunk very often. He could count the number of times on his hand, to be honest. But he could've sworn he could've gotten drunk off the taste of Evan Buckley.

Evan broke the kiss by smiling too wide and it took Tommy a dizzyingly too long handful of seconds to realize he was grinning ear to ear too.

"What was that for?" Evan asked, his nose dancing against Tommy's as his fingers played with the hair at the nape of Tommy's neck.

"Oh, you know," Tommy said, pointedly not looking at Chimney trying to tell him to wrap it up behind Evan. "Just felt like it."

And then just to spite Howie, Tommy leaned down to kiss Evan again so that when they walked into the party, Evan was well and truly surprised.

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Hi yes. Buddie kiss because the world was saved

Buddie + 41. …because the world is saved.

One. One stunning moment of clarity where the world should’ve gone boom and didn’t. One full sixty seconds where Eddie’s heart wanted to break through his ribcage but also fall through his ass because no one had told his insides yet that they were safe.

Safe.

They were safe.

Holy…

“Hen?” Buck demanded on the radio, a kind a desperation in his voice that made Eddie’s insides want to claw free from his chest to make room for him where he could be safe too. “Hen? Do you copy?”

Hen. She had been inside. She’d been the one who hadn’t given up. She’d been—

“I’m good,” Hen breathed through the radio and Eddie could practically hear the smile through the line. “All clear all clear.”

A whoosh rushed through Eddie’s ears like a storm as the breath left his lungs. Distantly, he heard the thud of Buck falling to his knees, his body finally giving out after pushing himself so far. Someone was cheering. Someone was cheering and Eddie felt like screaming right along with them because they were alive when he had been sure that they wouldn’t be and the high of that euphoria was a welcome drug he remembered too well.

Instead of sand beneath him, there was steel and instead of desert heat, there was skin.

Eddie jolted at the contact. He hadn’t even realized he’d been moving to get to Buck until his hand was on the back of his neck and Buck was curling his face into Eddie’s throat where his pulse was beating beneath his skin and it was warm.

Warm and alive and Buck.

Buck’s breath fanned across Eddie’s clavicle and goosebumps bloomed in the field where the very essence of Buck had taken root.

“We did it,” Buck said and Eddie squeezed his neck. Blue eyes met his as Buck leaned back too look at him and he was smiling so wide it made Eddie ache. “We did it, Eds. We—”

Fingers found curls and Eddie reeled him in, kissing him in the space between one heartbeat and the next. Buck tasted like ash and blood and sweat and sweetness. Like honey from his tea he’d been drinking before they left the station. Like sunshine that lit up his skin until he was on fire with it. Like Buck.

Buck froze for a second, his hands stiff as a board against Eddie’s chest, and for one terrifying moment Eddie thought he was going to push him away. He could. Eddie would’ve let him. And the possibility was more terrifying than all the crap they’d just dealt with in the last two hours.

But then Buck sighed and Eddie swallowed that sound up like it was oxygen designed specifically for his own lungs. Stiff hands twisted into his shirt. A broad chest pushed into the safety of Eddie’s embrace. Lips welcomed the weight of his own and Eddie felt like he was finally, finally home for the first time since he could remember.

The radio cracked to life and they startled apart like they’d been zapped all over again.

“Buck, Eddie,” That was Chimney. “We’re coming to you next. Any injuries?”

Eddie’s body felt like one big bruise. He was pretty sure Buck’s ribs were broken. There was blood on Buck’s forehead from a cut that needed stitches and Eddie had sprained his ankle again.

They stared at each other. Caught. Wild. Terrified all over again.

Except Eddie still had a hand in Buck’s hair. Buck’s fist was still tangled in his shirt. Something had fractured open between them and Eddie didn’t know if that was good or bad or breathtaking or devastating.

And neither one of them had let go.

“Guys?”

“We’re all good,” Eddie said because Buck’s lip was trembling and Eddie knew how much he hated when his voice would shake. “A little banged up but nothing immediate.”

“Copy that.” Chimney sounded off on the comms and they were left in that moment to wait for the others.

“E-Eddie…” Buck started and his hand loosened its grip on Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie jumped like he’d been launched with a spark.

“No!” He snapped, tightening his fingers in Buck’s hair until he was sure he was hurting him. Buck winced and Eddie eased up but he scrambled onto his knees and tipped Buck’s chin up so he’d look at him. “No, Buck. Don’t… don’t go there. Don’t…”

He didn’t know what he was saying. But Buck was looking up at him like he was seeing him for the first time all over again.

Maybe he was. It was a new day. They made sure of that. But Eddie wasn’t facing another possible last day on earth without Buck knowing exactly how he felt.

So Eddie kissed him again.

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hi! I'd love to prompt buddietommy for 24 on the kiss prompts!

Budddietommy + 24…in danger.

He didn’t know what happened.

Frankly that had been the majority of Tommy’s afternoon. Baseball wasn’t his thing. He didn't understand the rules and why there were so many innings. He didn't understand who won and when they won. He didn't understand how people could be so locked into the game for so long while baking under the hot sun trying to understand why the game was stopping again.

But he understood that Evan and Eddie loved it and well, he loved them so he'd suffered through it. Something both of them had been greatly appreciative judging by the way Eddie kept kissing his knuckles and Evan kept trying to tell him the history of all of baseball in between handfuls of popcorn. The cold beer and hot dogs weren't a bad touch and he'd been promised some Dip'n'Dots so it wasn't a total loss despite the sweat down his back and the sunburn on his neck and the ache in his hips from the seats that were slightly too small.

Evan had gotten up before the end of the inning to beat the crowd, Tommy had followed shortly after when his bladder couldn't handle waiting any longer, and Eddie had been laser focused on the pitcher on the mound when he'd left him that he’d barely said a word when Tommy pressed a kiss to his temple goodbye.

Tommy had beaten the rush to the bathroom and was enjoying stretching out his limbs when the ground started to shake.

Something had popped, loud like a firecracker that was too close and too loud, and Tommy couldn't keep his feet under him anymore. Someone screamed then someone else and then there was a mad stampede of panic and chaos that made Tommy's mind go blank as he just fought to survive before he got caught up in the current of hysteria.

It went on too long to be an earthquake. The snack sheds hissed and snapped and erupted with steam and fire and carnage that was too fast and too brutal and knocked anyone too close clear off their feet.

Then part of the stadium came crashing down.

Tommy... didn't know where he was when he cleared the fog. A ringing in his ears had settled deep into his eardrums and raced all the way down into his jaw until his teeth ached with it. He exhaled the last inhale of clean air he'd been holding and scanned his surroundings in shock. His brain was doing a complicated series of tricks trying to make his eyes unfocused on the horrors that were surrounding him and Tommy knew he needed to claw his way out of that protective bubble and act. He was a firefighter. He knew what to do. He knew how to help. There were people who needed to be helped.

But Eddie and Evan were somewhere in the mess too.

And he couldn't find them.

Sirens wailed in the chaos. Smoke thickened through the tunnels. Someone was trying to make sense of the speakers and bring some level of calm to the panic but there was a frail film of sulfur in the air and nobody could take a deep breath.

Eddie. Eddie had been out in the seats. Eddie would've been exposed—

Tommy took a step and the world nearly twisted in the complete opposite direction. His stomach lurched and he stumbled to a wall to brace himself. He hadn't hit his head but he was turned around and he was panicking and trying to make sense of what happened even though he knew. He knew.

Gas leak.

Fuck! Eddie!

Where was Evan?

No, he couldn't be in two places at once. Tommy knew where Eddie had been. He had to get to—

Eddie stumbled through the smoke with a wobble in his knees that made Tommy's heart nearly stop.

"Eddie!"

Wide, panicked brown eyes swung around to him but Eddie's body didn't get the memo and swayed into the opposite direction, sending him falling into a limp heap headed for the floor. Tommy slid to catch him before he could land, taking the brunt of the impact.

"Oh thank God!" Tommy squeezed him to him, pressing hard kisses against dark hair that smelled of sun and sweat and smoke.

"Wha' happen'd?" Eddie's words croaked, clearing his throat when the words slurred a little too close together.

"Gas leak," Tommy said, eyes tracking the structural damage all around them. "A big one. Are you hurt? Show me!

Eddie ignored him and tried to look around Tommy. "Buck?"

Tommy's chest went painfully tight. "I haven't found him yet. He wasn't with me when it happened. Eddie, where are you hurt?"

But Eddie didn't answer and tried to push himself up as he looked around. "Have to find him."

It took Tommy too long to realize Eddie's baseball cap he'd been wearing was missing.

"Eddie," Tommy said, catching his boyfriend's face in his hands and holding him still. "Eddie, honey, look at me. Did you hurt your head?"

Eddie winced as if the mere mention of his head was painful. Tommy couldn't tell by his pupils but he felt more than he saw the massive goose egg off center of the crown of Eddie's head. Eddie flinched with a hiss as Tommy’s fingers grazed over the bump.

“I’m sorry!” Tommy said even though he followed Eddie to try and see better anyway.

Eddie ignored him.

"People panicked," Eddie said, not meeting Tommy's gaze. "'m fine."

That wasn’t true in the slightest but there wasn’t anything Tommy could do about that except get Eddie out of there and find help.

He may not have known much about what was going on but he knew one thing: neither one of them were leaving without Evan.

Hands raked up and down his sides with clumsy fingers.

“Are you hurt?” Eddie asked and Tommy shook his head as he struggled to find his voice again.

“No,” he said, looking around with a clarity that hadn’t been there before now that the shock had started to wear off. “No, I’m okay.”

There were bodies. Red tags. Black tags. People who needed help as they cried and begged for it. The scent was stronger, dizzyingly so with burnt rubber and popcorn mixing with blood and dust and panic, and Tommy knew they were in the eye of the storm. The calm before the winds returned tenfold, angrier and more vengeful than ever before.

“We have to go,” Tommy said, hoisting Eddie back up. Eddie’s legs nearly buckled beneath him and Tommy all but dragged him to stand. “Hold onto me.”

He slung an arm over his shoulders and started to move.

“Buck,” Eddie groaned.

“We’ll find him,” Tommy promised. They would have to drag Tommy out before he left without finding Evan. Tommy would like to see them try.

He would feel bad later for how badly he startled the pair of cowering teens huddling against one of the pillars but at least they’d be alive. “You can’t stay there! Go! Out the emergency exits! Go now! There could be another explosion. Move!”

They ran off with a cry, taking a few stragglers with them.

“Buck!” Eddie cried out, pulling away to cup his hands over his mouth. Tommy let him when he only stumbled after a few steps. “Buck!”

“Evan!” Tommy joined in before he all but pushed an old man towards the flow of people thankfully, slowly moving through the exits. “Evan!”

“Buck!”

A handful of security guards tried to get them to evacuate, reasoning that Buck would’ve found the nearest exit and Tommy may have traumatized the man with his hollowed out bark of laughter that fell out of him at that.

“If only,” he nearly sobbed before he pushed past them to follow after Eddie.

Sirens were wailing in the distance and the countdown began. Rip teams would move in and the possibility of Tommy and Eddie being dragged out without Evan became realer by the second. Eddie had stumbled his way through the possibility of splitting up but the fact that he didn’t know he how badly he was slurring his words put a pin in that.

“Think,” Tommy said, rubbing at his temples where a migraine was building in his skull. “What would Evan be doing right now?”

“Helping anyone left behind. Looking for us—”

“Tommy!” They both startled at the cry and Tommy scanned over the heads of people looking, looking, looking until he—

“There!” Tommy spotted him halfway around the stadium. His boyfriend and his long beautiful legs had all but carried him nearly across the entire length of the stadium where the lone Dip’n’Dots stand sat miraculously unscathed. The same couldn’t be said for everything else around it.

“Buck!” Eddie called out and tearful, frantic blue eyes latched onto them.

“Help me!” Buck cried out and they ran to him as he tried to lift one of the steel kiosks off some kid that couldn’t have been older than eighteen trapped under it.

The three of them lifted the kiosk up and the kid scrambled free of his prison of soda and stale pretzels.

“The exit! Go to the exit! There will be ambulance there,” Eddie said with a sharpness that Tommy suspected had more to do with the adrenaline than any miraculous cure for his concussion. “Don’t be brave. Tell them you were pinned and the medic says you need a yellow tag.”

The kid nodded once before disappearing.

Eddie snatched Buck by the shirt and reeled him in, kissing him hard enough to make him stumble before he pressed his forehead against Buck’s, mumbling something that was only for him to hear. Tommy didn’t take it personally. He had his own personal language with Evan but first he needed to crush them both to him and hold them tight.

Evan and Eddie clung back to him just as tightly.

They were alive. He kissed each of their heads and tried to thank whoever was listening that they were alive. They were—

“Tommy!” That was Eddie. Sharp. Panicked. Terrified.

The screeching of the alarm bell was back and louder than ever. The vengeance of the storm had made shore and Tommy was left dragging Buck into his arms and running for dear life while trying not to jostle the jagged piece of glass that had pierced Evan’s side in the process.

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Bucktommy + 9

Bucktommy + 9… in public

Sometimes, Tommy couldn’t believe how his life had turned out.

There’d been a time when he hadn’t even bothered to dream. Dreaming had been killed with the hope that he ever could’ve lived the way he wanted to under his father’s roof. So he’d focused on day by day events instead. It had been practical. Pragmatic. Something that made his transition into military life easier than some when the desert air was hot and the patriotism was thick enough to make them ask how high when they were told to jump.

It wasn’t until later when he saw things that still haunted him when he closed his eyes that Tommy had started to ask why he was being asked to jump at all.

Maybe that had been the unraveling. The beginning of the fraying of the tightly wound thread holding the perfect image of himself together and that held back the young kid that just wanted the cute boy to hold his hand and for it to feel like home.

And even afterwards, when he’d done his time in the army and carried a knapsack full of sand and regret to the fire academy, he’d kept his head down. He’d taken every test, every physical push of his body, one day at a time until he was sent to a station that was even harder to dream in than in the middle of a war zone.

He’d tried. With the wrong person who he ended up hurting who’d gone on to hurt someone else who didn’t deserve it either and even though he'd moved on by then he somehow, still couldn’t help feel like it was a little bit his fault.

But then he’d been caught by two blue eyes and an adorable shy smile that could light up a room and a boy who looked at Tommy like he hung the moon and Tommy had thought… he’d thought just maybe he…

It hadn’t mattered. Because Tommy had thought he didn’t get to dream. He’d been a survivor a lot longer than he’d been a dreamer and he’d done what he could to make it through the heartache without truly shattering.

Except that boy kept coming back for more and more and more and Tommy could never tell him no and at some point he realized he never wanted to in the first place and and and…

The blue eyed boy was a dreamer. Tommy was a realist. They’d both seen the worst the world had to offer, been the target of some of those cruel, awful things too. And yet, Tommy still managed to be able to hold that boy’s hand in public as they walked down the pier like it was a dream.

Evan was still talking, used to Tommy’s quiet internal moments to himself. He was squinting against the sunlight even after Tommy had offered him his extra pair of sunglasses in the car. It wrinkled his nose and made the goofy grin on his face lopsided and Tommy’s heart swelled until he was sure it was going to burst from his chest and for one moment it was like he was living in a dream until Tommy realized he wasn't.

It wasn't a dream. It was real. So, very real.

Tommy’s feet stopped before he realized what he was doing and Evan took a few more steps without noticing until Tommy dropped his hand.

“You o—”

Whatever else Buck had been about to say got lost in a laugh as Tommy swooped an arm around his waist and swung him back to him, rocking him up onto his toes. Broad hands landed on his chest as a stubbled chin tipped upward. Then soft, sweet lips met his own for a kiss that had Tommy’s blood singing.

Kissing Evan never got old. Even when he tasted like the kale salad he swore wasn’t that bad and wouldn’t stop smiling long enough for Tommy to get a proper fix.

“What was that for?” Evan asked, long lashes fanning his cheekbones as he pressed his forehead against Tommy’s.

“I wanted to,” Tommy said like it was easy. Because it was. Because he’d always wanted to and never thought he’d be able to. Because he’d never thought he’d be able to live a dream where he could kiss his boyfriend in public and not care who saw.

But Evan was real. So beautifully real and Tommy never wanted to quit dreaming.

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bucktommy + 21?

Bucktommy + 21... On a place of insecurity

Tommy cupped Evan’s face and pressed a kiss to the thankfully smooth skin of his forehead.

“It will be fine,” he said, leaning back so he could hold his gaze. “Stop worrying about it.”

It should’ve been a good thing. But Evan’s lower lip was still jutted out and that clear slick insecurity was streaked across his face and Tommy couldn’t quite shake the comment from the cemetery from his head about not kissing him.

“Baby!” He laughed when Evan pouted up at him. “It worked! Your curse is broken.”

The boils were gone and now all that were left were red imprints on his skin where they’d been.

“But what if they scar?” Evan asked. Tommy swept his thumb across his cheek and kissed his forehead again. “I’ll be polka dotted forever!”

“You won’t be polka dotted forever.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “And if you stress yourself out worrying about it you might give yourself another flare up.”

Evan grimaced. “I look like a Winnie the Pooh character.”

“A very cute Winnie the Pooh character.” Tommy tried but Evan wasn’t having it.

It wasn’t that Tommy believed necessarily in Billy Boils and curses, but it had been quite serendipitous that Evan’s skin had cleared up shortly after his adorable funeral for the dead cowboy. He would’ve thought his boyfriend would’ve been bending over backwards to rub it in that he’d been right. Maybe a little bit of smugness at least.

But what was left was an insecure mess of his usually confident, sweet Evan that kept looking at his own reflection like it had told him he was ugly.

Maybe it had. Tommy wasn’t a stranger to the voices of a reflection that knew right where to hurt you.

But then Tommy saw it.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before. He knew every inch of Evan’s skin intimately and he was determined to commit it to memory so he never forgot a single freckle. But sometimes Tommy forgot that there was still so much about his boyfriend he didn’t know. History and hurts he kept at an arms’ length. Things that haunted his past that Tommy couldn’t fix for him.

But he could try.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to the rough patch of skin on his cheek, pocked and scarred from teenage acne. Evan sucked in a breath through his nose and Tommy curled up a hand to cradle his jaw, keeping him there until he released the air. The tension rippling beneath Evan’s skin melted away as he leaned into the kiss, pressing into it like it was the only thing holding him up.

“You promise I’m not gross?” Evan asked, his voice that quiet petulant tone that made Tommy want to fondly shake him.

“You were never gross,” he said with his lips against Evan’s cheek. He felt more than saw the disbelieving pout that he kissed away. “Never to me.”

Then he kissed him and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him, peppering Evan’s face with kisses that bordered on the line of ridiculous until he felt Evan smile as he curled into him. Tommy wrapped his arms around him and held him tight as he let out his own sigh of contentment.

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prompt 46: out of envy or jealousy and the ship bucktommy? 🫶🏻😚

Bucktommy + 46... Out of envy or jealousy

Tommy liked to think he’d gotten better. He’d certainly put in the work to getting better. He talked more. He planted his feet and talked even though the urge to run crept down his neck into his spine sometimes. He didn’t cover his heart like a compulsion and talked whenever the urge to came out.

There was so much talking that he was pretty sure he talked more in his relationship with Evan than he’d ever talked his whole entire life. It was a miracle his jaw was still intact. Seriously, before Evan, Tommy was pretty sure there were days he went without saying a single word when he wasn’t on shift. Being open and honest with his feelings wasn’t second nature to Tommy like it was for Evan. Evan could word vomit until he found whatever it was he feeling, clumsy and awkward as he hunted for what he was trying to saying, and Tommy’s pride had been the victim of a few unintended jabs once or twice because of it. But Evan tried. He never stopped trying. He wasn’t always honest with his feelings and he’d put on a pretty picture he thought Tommy wanted to see more times than he would’ve liked. But he tried. So Tommy had decided he would try too. Even if it killed him.

But if talking was what it meant to keep Evan in his life then Tommy talked.

It wasn’t easy. It was never easy. But Evan always tried to listen and it helped.

So, yeah, Tommy thought he was getting better.

But he wasn’t a saint.

The ugly, green eyed monster churned in his gut as he watched the man slip a hand on Evan’s thigh, high enough to leave no room for interpretation. Even from across the room, he could see how massive the man’s hands were. Long, thick fingers. Corded visible veins. One sweep of his thumb would send it right into Evan’s crotch and the move had already let the man practically lean into his space like he wanted to take ownership of Evan’s air.

And it would’ve been one thing if it had just been that. Presumptive and frankly, rude but nothing Evan couldn’t handle. But it hadn’t just been that. It’d been the way he’d slid into Tommy’s seat so easily like he didn’t even notice that it was still warm from when he’d been sitting on it. Then it had been the way he’d managed to make Evan laugh even if it had only been a polite, held back thing that didn’t even wrinkle his nose or make his eyes sparkle. But then it had been his hand. Not the one now. No, the other one. The one that had covered Evan’s own and didn’t flinch when Evan smoothly slid his away. The one that had reached out to touch the birthmark Tommy had kissed just that morning with Evan turning away before his fingers could graze his skin.

It was the way the other hand was tipping Evan’s chin up the way Tommy knew made Evan tremble and his eyes darken and...

Compulsion wasn’t in Tommy’s nature. He spent too long surviving one moment to the next to be impulsive because that’s all life was. One moment. Then the next.

But one moment Tommy was at the bar and the next he was snatching their beers with a barely gritted out thank you before he was crossing the distance to his boyfriend in five easy strides.

In the time frame it had taken him to come to his rescue, Evan had already gently pushed the guy away, letting him down easy with that boyish smile and adorable tilt to his chin. But the monster in Tommy’s chest was not so easily tamed. It took every ounce of effort he had not to throw Evan over his shoulder and march out of there.

Not that Evan wouldn’t have enjoyed it but Tommy’s back certainly wouldn’t have forgiven him so easily.

So, he did what any sane man would’ve done instead.

“Hey babe,” Tommy said, bullying his way in the too small space between the stools to set down Evan’s beer. If he bumped into the other man then oops. And if his shoulders were broad enough to block the man’s view of Evan’s orbit then he’d probably be better off finding a better seat. “Miss me?”

Evan smirked up at him as he opened his legs to give Tommy more room.

“Always,” he said easily, slipping his fingers into Tommy’s belt loop as an ankle wrapped around his calf.

The man muttered something Tommy didn’t bother trying to hear before he got up and left.

“Oh look! My seat’s free,” Tommy said airily.

Evan hummed as his eyebrows shot up. Evan didn’t quite let Tommy go to sit down. “I didn’t take you as the jealous type. Thought that was more my territory.”

“What? You mean because I didn’t break his ankle?” Tommy drawled.

“I didn’t break Eddie’s ankle!” Evan squawked. “He’s a drama queen. It was a mild sprain!”

“Uh huh,” Tommy said, sweeping his fingers to Evan’s chin to tip his head up. Evan smiled as his eyes darkened and Tommy swept his thumb across his bottom lip, enjoying his tremble. “Just one second.”

“Wha—mmph” Any confusion that may have been left, Tommy quickly snuffed out by kissing Evan the way he absolutely deserved. Deeply, heatedly, and full of all consuming attention that made him practically melt into a puddle in Tommy’s arms.

Evan pushed up into Tommy’s space and clung back to him just as tightly, opening when Tommy’s tongue traced the seam of his bottom lip for entrance. He licked into Evan’s mouth and made him shiver with want that somehow stoked the embers in Tommy’s blood until it was practically singing with need.

Maybe throwing Evan over his shoulder and carrying him out wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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Bucktommy + …because the world is ending.

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Bucktommy + 40... Because the world is ending

He received the evacuation notice and Tommy knew he was being handed a blessing in disguise. So many people hadn’t had time, stuck away from home or worse, asleep and woken up by frantic banging on their door and an unnamed first responder telling them to leave, go, no you don't have time to grab anything, it's too late. But Tommy could get home and Tommy had time and it felt disrespectful to waste it.

All his life he’d lived in Southern California and it still seemed like a horror movie when the sky turned orange.

Evan’s jeep was already parked on the curb when he got home and Tommy spied him helping Mrs. Ester cram one more box in her tiny Oldsmobile. The back seat held the three dog carriers where their passengers were already barking in discontent while their sister, a cat named Matilda, sat pristinely in her crate up by the window. The birds, Tommy could never remember their names, were in their cage and covered in the front seat.

Tommy was almost positive Evan would’ve had a few claw marks hidden under his LAFD hoodie when he checked later.

“Thank you,” Mrs. Ester said with a pat to Evan’s cheek before she slid into the car.

“It’s no problem. Your medicines are in the green bag next to your overnight bag and your purse is up front. Now just follow the road. The first responders are going to direct you. Listen to them and if you get confused just tell one of them, okay?”

“Okay.” Mrs. Ester nodded as her knobby hands curled around the steering wheel. Evan closed her door and watched her drive down her driveway before heading out of the cul-de-sac with her menagerie in tow. Evan caught him watching and waved as he grabbed a small tote bag of books and carried them across the small patch of lawn dividing the properties to stand next to Tommy. “They wouldn’t fit with everything else she had. I told her we’d hold onto them for her.”

Tommy took the bag from him and looked down to see a handful of photo albums entrusted in their care.

“Precious cargo,” Tommy said, surprised by the lump in his throat as he stared at an old wedding album that wasn’t even his. Evan slipped his hand in his and they walked together over to the Jeep to put it safely in the back seat before they turned to Tommy’s house.

Their house.

When he’d bought the place he had no idea that that would’ve ever been a possibility. It wasn’t even really. Not officially. He hadn’t asked yet. And now it was maybe too late.

“Thank you for coming,” Tommy said, squeezing Evan’s hand as the scent of ash in the air made his nerves light up along his neck.

He hadn't asked then either. He'd simply texted his boyfriend that he'd gotten the notice and asked if there was anything left he wanted Tommy to pick up for him while he was there. He had acquired a stunning collection of hoodies in his closet that weren't his.

Evan had simply texted back 'I'll meet you there.'

Evan leaned into him, turning and pressing a kiss to Tommy’s shoulder that gave him more strength than he knew. “Always.”

They didn’t have much time. Tommy could already hear the rumblings of the trucks down the street.

“Final walk through? Just in case there’s anything you missed?” Evan offered.

There wasn’t. He and Evan had already packed jump bags and when the fires had gotten closer and closer, Tommy had packed a container of belongings that were stowed safely at Harbor station for now. He hadn’t had much. Clothes. Some books. Things Evan had left behind. A quilt that had belonged to his mother. Little mementos from chapters in his life he kept. Important documents shoved in a folder that he bought at the store and felt a little weird shoving his passport and insurance policies in. Pictures. His nana’s bag of lace he never looked at or used but felt obligated to bring anyways.

A box with a ring in it waiting for him to work up the courage to ask Evan properly one day.

But his house was still standing and there was a chance it would be gone the next time he came back and Tommy…

“Yeah,” Tommy said, nodding. “A walk through would be nice.”

He brought up Evan’s fingers to his lips and kissed his knuckles hard to express everything he was too raw to say in that moment. That the world may be ending but his wasn’t. Not when he had Evan. He’d built his life. He could build another one again if he had to as long as he had Evan to walk through it with him.

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Bucktommy and #2

Bucktommy + 2...goodnight

Evan hummed as Tommy’s hands shifted under his shirt and skated across his back. Tommy loved how he responded to his touch. It was like a drug injected right into his bloodstream he couldn’t get enough of. Every sigh, every whimper, every hum was enough to make Tommy dizzier than any kind of alcohol.

But his skin. God, he was obsessed with his skin.

“This doesn’t feel,” Evan murmured against his lips while blunt fingernails scrapped at the nape of his neck. “Like you’re leaving?”

“Do you want me to go?” Tommy asked before he dove in for one more taste of Evan’s kiss swollen lips.

That’s what he was supposed to do.

It hadn’t been anything celebratory or remarkable. Well, remarkable in the sense that it needed to go down in the history books as the dates to top all dates. Tommy was still of the opinion that every second he got to spend with Evan was pretty remarkable to be perfectly honest. But there hadn’t been anything particularly show stopping either.

Their 24 hours off had aligned for the first time in what felt like months so they’d agreed to a late night dinner and a movie at Evan’s after their shifts ended. The dinner had been Thai because neither of them had felt up to cooking. Their special clothes, the kind you wore when a relationship was sparkly and new, had been replaced by comfy clothes that made them shapeless and soft. They’d ate, enjoyed a bottle of wine, and cuddled on the couch to a movie Tommy had seen a million times and Evan sort of remembered being on TV once. Evan had used Tommy’s chest as pillow while they talked about their day and Tommy had carded his fingers through Evan’s curls while he complained about the new requisitions specialist.

It hadn’t been anything special. But it had been perfect all the same. A quiet night with just the two of them and plenty of Evan’s touch to fill Tommy’s skin with a buzz he didn’t think he’d ever want to let go.

So, he didn’t. Not yet.

Which was how his kiss goodbye had started as a peck then another and then a longer, deeper one where Evan’s mouth opened beautifully for his tongue and strong arms curled around his neck. At some point the door closed and his back hit the wall and his hands were shoving and pushing their way beneath the seat of Evan’s sinfully plush grey sweats to give way to his ass that Tommy grabbed hold of and didn’t let go.

Eventually, the wall turned into the counter when he’d hoisted Evan up into his arms and deposited him on it for ample good night kissing leverage. And that had been where they’d stayed as they said their goodbye.

Evan’s ankles locked behind Tommy’s thighs as he hummed. Tommy chased after the sound for another short, syrupy kiss.

“No,” Evan said, his crocked little smirk dimpling into a sheepish smile that Tommy needed to taste with his tongue. “I never want you to leave.”

It was quiet and vulnerable in their soft little moment that it nearly threatened to take Tommy’s breath away.

Evan arched up into him then, chasing after Tommy’s mouth as those strong arms wrapped around his neck again.

“No good night,” Evan said, his breath burning flames against Tommy’s lips as their kiss turned richer and darker and full of want. “Stay. Please.”

Evan rutted up against him and Tommy bit down on his top lip to roll between his teeth. A desperate tongue plunged into his mouth and Evan was practically in his arms again as he dragged him to the edge of the counter to chase for more and more of his taste, his touch.

No good nights. At least not then. The rest they could talk about later.

[princessfbi]

Bucktommy for #30 please!

Bucktommy + 30… to comfort

Tommy was flooded with a contradicting whirlpool of concern and relief as the doors finally opened and Evan walked out.

A quick scan told him what everyone had already told him. Evan had lost his button up and was left in his dirty, ripped LAFD t-shirt and pants that were going straight into the trash when they got home. But, aside from a few bumps and bruises, Evan was alright. Physically, he was fine. There was bruise forming on his cheek and a slight limp in his step. His eyes were sunken in from exhaustion and the split on his forehead had three clean steri-strips holding the wound closed as the skin around the bruise darkened like a bullseye. There was a bruise around his wrist in the shape of fingers that made Tommy’s stomach twist but the swelling seemed minimal.

But other than that he was fine.

Physically.

Everything else… well…

“Oh babe,” Tommy said, his heart cracking in his chest as the vacant almost, hollowed out blue eyes landed on him.

Tommy didn’t know who made it to who first. One minute Evan was tipping into his direction and the next Tommy was curling a hand around the back of his neck and reeling him into his chest to hold.

Evan breathed out a ragged breath as he tucked his face into Tommy’s neck and Tommy cupped the back of his head to sweep his thumb down the skin behind his ear as the faint trembles vibrated into his own skin.

“I’m okay,” Evan said and Tommy didn’t know if he was saying it for himself or for Tommy but he ducked down and pressed a kiss to his forehead anyway.

“Yeah baby,” he said, letting his lips stay against Evan’s hairline as he held onto him tighter. “You’re okay.”

Because he was. He would be. With time. Tommy was sure of it.

They hadn’t told Tommy much about everything that had happened with Elias. Just the bullet points of a timeline that made him more and more desperate to do something other than stand around and listen to all his boyfriend had been going through while he’d been up in the sticks giving brush fire air support several hours away.

No one had told him anything until he landed.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” Tommy said. It hadn’t been his proudest moment shoving his helmet into the desk attendant’s chest before breaking out into a run for his truck but he’d gotten there as fast as he could.

It hadn’t been fast enough. But he was there.

Trembling fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt and held onto just as tight. Evan was shaking then. The combination of the comedown of adrenaline and exhaustion Tommy was sure about to send him to his knees any minute.

“Thank you for coming,” Evan said, a dampness appearing in his throat that Tommy didn’t mention.

“I would’ve been here sooner but—”

“No.” Evan said simply, quietly. Fiercely.

Tommy didn’t know everything that happened between Evan and Elias. But he knew enough. Evan could tell him the rest if he wanted.

He knew enough.

He knew how it started.

He knew how it ended.

And it had left Evan rattled in a way he hadn’t seen him in a while. Evan curled his arms around Tommy’s waist without letting go of his shirt. The fabric stretched and popped as it twisted around him but Tommy didn’t complain. He let Evan hold onto him and take what he needed as he fell apart a little bit.

“You’re here,” he said and Tommy combed through his curls to kiss his head.

Evan smelled like ash and blood.

“Yeah,” Tommy said before he kissed him again. “I’m here. And you’re okay. You’re going to be okay.”

[princessfbi]

On my hands and knees for Bucktommy and out of habit!

Bucktommy + 48… out of habit

A continuation of #4

Tommy groaned as the afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows onto his face.

Or maybe it was morning. It felt like morning.

It felt like he’d been hit by a truck honestly. Or more accurately dropped from a helicopter. The previous day’s events came back to him in brain rattling clarity as his muscles each made their complaints known until his whole body felt like one pulsing ache.

The harness breaking. The dip of his stomach as he realized what was about to happen. The fall. The hospital. Evan.

Tommy’s breath caught in his chest. He rubbed his hand over his sternum until the pull released the air trapped in his lungs.

Evan. Evan had come. Evan had stayed.

Evan had witnessed all his humiliating moments of defeated groaning and moaning and a shower that shouldn’t have been as hard as it had been but somehow Evan had made it so that Tommy’s hair was clean without getting his stitches wet. He didn’t remember much after that. Soft sweats, applesauce so he could take some more pain killers while making it very clear that just because he had some in the fridge didn't make him old, laughter. Evan’s laughter.

There was that hitch again. The one that drew his breath up short and made his heart feel like it was about to do a back flip behind his ribcage.

Tommy really needed to get that looked at. He wouldn’t. But he should.

He frowned down at the blanket pooling around his waist and the pillows from his bed stuffed up underneath him. Had he slept there all night?

Tommy eyed the stairs leading up to his lofted bedroom and nodded to himself. Yeah. Made sense. The thought of stairs wasn’t particularly enticing even if his bed was infinitely more comfortable than his worn in couch.

Still, he needed to—

Tommy bit down on his lip to stifle his groan as his back seized up. Or more accurately his everything seized up. His muscles. His spine. His tendons. Everything felt like one massive bruise and Tommy hurt way more than he had the day before in the hospital. His shoulder throbbed but he flat out ignored the sling sitting on the coffee table next to his phone and his hips — God! His hips!

Tommy could practically feel the echo of the straps of his harness in his hips as they cried out from any kind of movement.

But Tommy also knew movement was the best kind of medicine and movement meant he wasn’t a useless invalid on the couch who couldn’t even make it up to his room on his own so move he did. He grunted and cursed and blew out a low, long breath and he pulled himself up, pushing his legs underneath him as he stood. Something in his spine cracked and the relief rippled all the way down to his toes until he sighed out. It took a few seconds to remember how to walk before his legs cooperated and Tommy hugged his arm to his chest as he staggered towards the heavenly smell wafting from the kitchen.

It wasn't until he got there that he realized.

Maybe, just maybe, he needed to go back to the hospital. A head injury was really the only reason that would explain why he didn’t quite manage to realize that his kitchen didn’t just magically smell like heaven on its own. That the wafts of bacon and eggs and coffee didn’t just exist in the wood floors of his craftsman and greet him every morning he stumbled into the kitchen. That the source of said heavenly smells would still be there because of course he would be.

Evan was always there.

He trampled on Tommy’s heart more than once. He missed the way Tommy shuttered closed and hid away the parts of himself he wasn’t proud of. He put Tommy up on a pedestal that was almost impossible to live up to and yet somehow still looked at him like he could when Tommy failed. But Evan was always there.

And the warmth that bloomed in Tommy’s chest at the sight of his back by the stove almost nearly took his breath away.

“Uh…” Tommy got out. Evan looked at him from over his shoulder, a soft smile stretching across his lips as he flipped the eggs, and the stupid non word was all Tommy could manage.

“Hey,” Evan said, his curls a wild mess on his head and his eyes so bright and beautiful. “How you feeling?”

“Like I fell from a building,” Tommy answered honestly because now that he’d stopped moving, his hips stiffened up again. His eyes landed on the bottle of pain meds and glass of water waiting for him on the island. A single piece of toast sat on a plate beside it with only a scrape of butter just the way he liked it and that hitch in Tommy's throat was going to do give him away if he wasn't careful.

“A tree but close enough,” Evan said before tipping his head towards the bottle. “Have two with the toast. It'll help your stomach. Breakfast is almost ready.”

He stayed. He stayed. He stayed.

Of course he stayed. Tommy had asked him to and Evan was kind and thoughtful but still he stayed. Even when they were caught in their off period of their on again off again spin cycle they couldn’t seem to break free of, he stayed. Evan stayed.

Tommy’s throat thickened as he shuffled to the island. He took a bite of the toast and swallowed it down before he reached for the bottle.

Except, Tommy quickly realized that his humiliation was in fact, not quite done stripping him of whatever dignity he had left. Wasn’t there supposed to be some kind of law in place that made it so prescriptions could be opened one handed? The cap spun around and around without any give and the pills rattled with each failed attempt to try and open the bottle. Tommy bit his tongue until he tasted blood when he tried to use his other arm on instinct and he locked himself in a moment of pure agony to ride it out before he tried again.

He must not have been as quiet as he hoped because Evan was quickly there, right at his side, and Tommy’s breath caught in the back of his throat again at the heat of his warm body pressed up against his; at the scent of oak and lavender and something so uniquely Evan that it made his eyes sting a little as it wrapped around him.

“Here,” Evan said, taking the bottle from him and opening it. “Let me get that. Where’s your sling?”

“I don’t need it,” Tommy said and his voice was a little more petulant than he would’ve liked when trying to not let his… whatever Evan was to him see him having a minor breakdown first thing in the morning.

Evan hummed as he held out two pills for Tommy to take and then handed him the water even though Tommy swallowed them down dry to try and prove a point.

What that point was, Tommy didn’t know. But he had one somewhere.

Evan remained unfazed by Tommy’s grumpy morning mood as he always had been when they’d been dating.

Tommy used to love that about him. It made him feel… safe. Safe enough to not always be so perfect around someone. He thought it meant that he was being truly seen.

“Eat your toast.” Evan said with a pop of his lips before he tipped his head up and stole a kiss from Tommy’s pout.

It was short and quick. A peck of a thing that they used to do all the time. Something sweet. Something familiar. They didn’t do that anymore. Now, when they hooked up, it was deep and filthy and fleeting and shallow.

It rocked Tommy to the core harder than any fall could have.

He froze there, his lips tingling with the taste of Evan’s kiss, and Evan turned back to the stove like he didn’t realize…

Tommy watched as Evan’s step stuttered.

[princessfbi]

The Price of Doing Good Business

That was it. Less than fifteen minutes and Buck was gone without a trace and her husband was haunted by an incoming ransom demand given by someone using a voice modulator. Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes from the moment that man stepped out of the elevators to the point that he disappeared from view, taking Buck with him. Four minutes to get to Buck’s door, seven for a struggle and to subdue him, four to exit. That was all it took.

BTHB Prompt: I Will Punish Your Friend for Your Failure for BTHB Fics and @badthingshappenbingo

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Rated: T | One Shot | Words: 25,021

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A few choice words can sometimes be the life raft that gets you home. To be seen… to be found… isn't that what we're all searching for?