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Are you going to chase down this evil gran tomorrow?” Tim says.
“Um, yeah? I thought I might.”
"Let me come with you, then, if you’re doing it tomorrow.”
“What, interviewing old ladies?”
“Yeah, why not? Old ladies have great stories.”
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“Are you going to Pride this year?”
Tim and Martin do the washing up, and discuss words, identity, and community. Nothing changes, but that's fine.
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“So, where are we going?” asks Melanie, and Georgie looks over to her, watches the glow from the restaurant windows catch on the golden rings in her ears. Melanie’s voice is excited, and in the light the gold is warm and burnished. It looks like adventure.
Melanie and Georgie don't go on a date, quite, but they do go for dinner (and then they get chips)
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To be fair to Sasha and her “snooping”, she doesn’t just want to work out why Martin fills out his forms with so little regard for academic protocol. The man’s sweet, and apparently perfectly friendly, and his tea is to die for. He just won’t talk to her, not really, won’t socialise much in the office at all and when he does it’s scattered and nervous, and Sasha’s used to people claiming she’s “intimidating”, too tall and too tenacious for half the academics she meets, but Martin doesn’t seem like that sort of arsehole. His nerves apply to Jon as much as they do to her, and he seems like he could use another friend with some archival experience. More than anything, Martin Blackwood is someone she’d like to understand.
It turns out I'm just very invested in the concept of Martin and Sasha being friends before it all went to shit
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“You miss him.”
“Yes, well, he’d hate that, if he knew.”
The peace in the safehouse gives Jon some time to process, and grieve. It takes Martin a little longer.Series
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Chris remembers, suddenly, the days after his mom died, the feeling of dread that lingered under his skin. The way it slowly bubbled up, over the years, until he couldn’t be this kid anymore, this kid who could look at the world and not see danger in every corner. He wishes that Theo will never be like that. He knows, living with a first responder, that the odds of him turning out any other way are against him.
“Hey, Theo,” he says suddenly, the words spilling from his lips without permission. “Do you think Buck is your dad?”
Christopher isn't sure how he feels about Theo, or what he means for him and Buck. When they're caught up in a disaster alone, he has plenty of time to figure it out.
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08 Jul 2026
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About a week after starting back at the 118, and about three weeks before he was supposed to start getting a steady check again, Buck quietly moved out of his loft—
—and into his jeep.
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my god.... one of the best things ever written perhaps
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Buck isn't supposed to be here. He knows this. That's what happens when you die — you're not meant to stick around for what comes after.
But Eddie keeps looking at him, and Buck doesn't want to let go.
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21 Jun 2026
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“Hello, Quinn,” Rachel says, pulling her hand back closer to her body and smiling very gently. Quinn tries to force a smile on her face, but it doesn’t come easily.
“Hi, Rachel,” she says. “How are you?”
“I’m doing rather well,” Rachel says. “I won a Tony Award recently.”
“I sent you flowers,” Quinn says, laughing. “I won a Golden Globe.”
Quinn Fabray has a pretty nice life. And then Rachel Berry shows up, again.
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09 Jun 2026
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“You were drunk. I know it didn’t mean anything. Everything’s alright.”
Buck visibly winces. “That’s not — Eddie.”
There’s a suspended moment where Buck looks torn, standing on the edge of something, eyes fixed on the horizon to avoid looking at the drop, the precipitous canyon below. But then Buck, who can’t lie, who would tear his own chest open to a complete stranger on the street because the truth of him spills so loudly out of every jagged edge, sighs out:
“It meant something.”
There’s a ringing sound somewhere in the distance, getting closer. “What are you…” Eddie trails off.
“I wasn’t — well, I was drunk. But that wasn’t what. Wasn’t why. Not entirely, or — god.” Buck shudders in a breath, steeling himself. “I have feelings for you.” He closes his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
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Buck confesses his feelings. Eddie’s straight. If he spends all his time thinking about Buck and looking at Buck and wanting to be around Buck, well, that’s just being a good friend, isn’t it? He’s being so normal about this, actually.
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