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One-Shot: It’s My Job - E.B.

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Summary: When Buck and his daughter find themselves in their apartment building, that is currently going up in flames, they try to make the best of it. Or ya know, any best there can be when your home burns down.

Relationship(s): Evan Buckley’s daughter.

Warnings: Fire, otherwise none.

Word count: 1013.

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EVAN BUCKLEY walks up the stairs, turning the corner to unlock the door to the loft apartment he shares with his daughter Evelyn. Buck opens the door, the soft, creaking sound contrasting with the quiet, dim lit apartment. He walks in, kicking off his boots after a long shift at the 118. Buck makes his way to the kitchen island where a yellow piece of paper sits. Bucks sets down his keys, the faint sound of music coming from Evelyn's room fills his ears as he picks up the note.

"I made pasta for you since I know it's your favorite :)

Love, Eva."

Buck smiles to himself, grateful for his teen daughter thinking about him. He sets down the note before quietly walking over to his daughter's bedroom, her door already being slightly open, he presses him palm against the wood, opening the door. He's greeted by the sight of Evelyn lying on her side fast asleep, her blonde waves pulled into a messy bun. He notices the shirt she's wearing, which just happens to be one of his old LAFD t-shirts. As a little kid Evelyn had severe separation anxiety, with her mom leaving and her not knowing if her dad would come home from work everyday she made a habit of stealing his clothes to sleep in, giving her the comfort of his scent so that she could fall asleep. Over the years Buck has noticed that, that habit never really went away.

He glances at Evelyn's TV, spotify open and playing her music. That is another habit of hers that never went away. His daughter could never sleep without sound or light. It was and odd thing to him, Ev could sleep without light as long as there was something producing sound for her to fall asleep to, but if there was any light in the room she could fall asleep without sound for her to listen too, or she could sleep with both which is usually the case as she lays here with her music on and her bedside table lamp dimly lighting the room. But if there was no sound, or no light, then the kid is getting zero sleep. Buck silently walks over to his daughter's bed, gently moving her outgrown bangs from her eyes, and pressing a light kiss to her forehead.

Buck tiptoes out of the room, lightly shutting her door. He walks back to the kitchen, grabbing the dinner from the fridge, and heating it up in the microwave. Once he's finished he makes his way upstairs into the loft to finally go to sleep.

Around 4:00 AM, Buck shoots awake at the sound of the fire alarm, piercing through what was once the quiet apartment. He lies staring at the ceiling for a moment, thinking that the sound might just be an echo from his previous dream. Well that was until the smell of thick smoke fills his nostrils. Buck instantly sits up. His eyes focus on the thick, black smoke rolling up his stairs. And his ears un focus from the fire alarm and onto his daughter's ear piercing scream.

"Dad!!"

Evelyn screams from downstairs in her bedroom, waving her hands around her face in attempt to wave the smoke away from her face. Buck, without hesitation, jumps up from his bed sprinting down the stairs, turning to Evelyn's bedroom door. He reaches for the door handle but pulls back wincing at how hot the metal handle is.

"Evelyn," Buck yells through the door, "Evelyn, is there fire in front of your door?"

"No! But it's really hot in here dad!" Evelyn coughs out.

"Just.." Buck sighs before he yells back "Get as far back from the fire as you can okay! I'll be right there!"

Buck looks around the living room, his eyes land on the dark grey blanket lying on the couch. He rushes over scooping the blanket in his arms and wrapping part of it around his right hand. He now reaches for the door knob successfully opening it. He's now greeted with a horrifying sight. There is his daughter almost fully surrounded by flames, he rushes over to her wrapping her and himself in the blanket and crouching a tiny bit.

"Stay low and hold your breath okay? I'm gonna get us out of here, swear." Buck promises to his daughter.

The two Buckleys open the front door of the apartment. Immediately seeing the many other people on their floor rushing out of their apartments as well. So it wasn't just the Buckley apartment that was on fire, so what's causing this? What the hell is happening...

Buck and Evelyn rush down the stairs and outside the building along the hundred other people. The firetrucks have already pulled up checking people out. Luckily most people aren't injured and mainly suffered minor smoke inhalation.

"Our home.." Evelyn mutters to herself, grimacing and she looks up at the building.

Buck can't find himself to say anything. Words sit there at the tip of his tongue not really knowing what to make of themselves. So instead he just wraps one arm around his daughter's shoulders before pulling her into a tight hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay Eva.." Buck speaks into Evelyn's hair, pressing a comforting kiss to the crown of her head.

"I'm not sure if that's how i'd describe myself right now. Thank you dad, for saving me." She tightly wrapped her arms around her dad's torso, reciprocating the hug.

"It's my job kid.." He smiles down at his daughter, one hand on the back of her head in that comforting dad hold.

She smiles up at him trying to distract herself from the thought of her house being destroyed, and that they're now practically homeless.

"What as a firefighter?"

"No..As your dad." Buck lets go of her smiling back. He tries to distract himself as well. But in his mind he knows there are many people that are willing to be there to help him and Evelyn.

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