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So, maybe he should have called ahead to let Buck know that he was coming to check in on him, but that would have sort of ruined the whole surprise aspect of it. Even if right now he was starting to think that everything Buck said about this place might not have just been a little exaggerated for Christopher's imagination.

Because wow those were a lot of stairs. And the whole castle thing looked different than it had in pictures, you know?

Which was why he was maybe gawking a little bit as he tried to find where Buck's apartment building was.

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Buck hadn't slept in about four days, so he wasn't exactly in his right mind right now. So excuse him for actually walking right past Eddie with his iced coffee.

Was he murmuring to himself? He was murmuring to himself.

Yeeeeah, that seemed strange for sure.

"Seriously, Buck?" Eddie said, spinning in place to keep him in his line of sight.

Buck spun on his heel to face the familiar voice calling his name. Was that really Eddie or a fake Eddie from his sleep deprived imagination?

Only one way to find out.

"Eddie?"

Sleep deprivation hallucinations would be addressed soon enough, Buckley. Don't think they wouldn't be.

"Yeah," he said, giving Buck a fond smile at seeing him in the flesh again. But it turned into a frown pretty quickly once he took in all of that. "Are you feeling okay?"

"No, I haven't slept in four days," Buck said, like that was a totally normal thing. Then he went in for the hug. "Good to see you, man!"

Totally normal things.

Oh, there was definitely gonna be a hug there. Because there had to be, right?

"Four days?" Eddie demanded once that sunk in, staying all up in Buck's personal space to check his pupils and the lymph nodes along his neck.

"Yeah, it sucks!" But seemed to be a town thing, judging from the grumpy people on the radio, so he wasn't too worried. "What are you doing here? Is Chris okay?"

"Explains the shirt," Eddie muttered, timing Buck's pulse on his wrist. "Chris is fine. He's with my abuela... and my parents. It's been a while since he saw everyone."

For good reason, but Buck didn't need that part said out loud to know.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

At first he thought they were just cool guy holding hands but now he was onto you, Diaz.

They could cool guy handhold later, okay?

"I'm making sure you're okay, Buck," Eddie replied with a look that he possibly learned from Hen when dealing with uncooperative patients.

"I'm totally fine!" Just a little sleep deprived. "It's not just me--there's a bunch of people in town with sleeping problems. It's probably magic or something."

Totally. Fine.

Buck, he needed you to rethink what you just said to him and not expect a full rundown at the hospital.

He would do no such thing! "What are you even doing here again?"

You should have called, Eddie. His apartment was like a fratboy disaster due to the non-sleeping. Cheeto dust everywhere.

"I was checking in on you," Eddie replied with a little shove to the shoulder. But not too hard, because he was pretty sure Buck was close to some fun sleep psychosis. Which would, admittedly, be a new thing for them to handle. "Got some time, so... here I am. Obviously it was necessary."

"Was not." Though he did stumble a little more than usual at the light shove. But it was still allllll good. "I'm so glad you're here--I can show you the fire station, and the ice cream place, and the place I hosed down some raccoons."

Okay, scratch that. Definitely dealing with sleep psychosis here.

"How about you show me those things on the way to your place so we can try to get you a nap, okay?" Eddie offered, automatically moving to help steady him.

"I will not be able to sleep," Buck said, matter-of-fact. "But I do know there's a channel that just plays 80's action movies so we're all good if you can't sleep either."

Was it contagious, the not sleeping? He wasn't sure.

They'd find out when Eddie found himself unable to fall asleep!

"Is this something in the air?" Eddie had to ask. "You're pretty calm about it all."

"This it not the weirdest thing I've come across here," Buck said. "I figure it'll sort itself out in a couple days. Usually does."

Unfortunately it rarely ended in a blazing fire he had to put out. Lame.

"There's one or two things I haven't told people back home about." For fear of being put in a place with padded walls.

Clearly this place needed more dramatic fires.

"Should I be worried?" He'd be worried anyway. Because he just would.

"Nah," Buck said, waving his hand. Ignore the fact the movement almost caused him to trip again. He was so damn tired.

"I think we got up to way more dangerous things in LA. No tsunamis here."

Which forced, just forced, Eddie to shore him up with an arm around his waist and trying to guide Buck's arm over his shoulder. "Easy there," he said, sounding exasperated and amused in equal measure. "And you know that's not exactly a good bar for danger, right?"

It was for stability!

"What is a good bar for danger then?" he asked. "Firetruck falling on your leg?"

Too soon?

"Buck," Eddie said with a surprised laugh. "You are really out of it."

And Eddie had totally missed him more than he let on.

"I'm happy to see my best friend!" Buck said. "And the not sleeping for four days. But mostly the best friend thing."

"I'm very happy to see you too," Eddie assured him, squinting at the tiny roads in this town. "Which way am I going again?"

He'd honestly just been walking without knowing.

"That way," Buck said, vaguely pointing to the left. "MCA number seven."

"...there's only two apartment buildings in town so you can only pick the wrong one once. This place is super small."

"You like it here?" Eddie asked after a moment or two to consider that news. "I mean, you must, right?"

Since he stayed here and all. And didn't come back to ~~his best friend~~ the 118.

Buck shrugged a shoulder, which just nudged said shoulder against Eddie. "It's a pretty cool town. I mean, am I doing as much firefighting as I used to? No, but I've gotten used to the slower pace."

Usually he got a naps in, this week being an outlier. "I figure if I want to deal with a shark on the highway I can always go back to the 118 for a bit."

"Yeah?" Eddie said thoughtfully, looking around with a slightly different perspective. Then, half as a joke, added, "They hiring?"

"Did they fill my spot yet?" Buck asked. "I'm big shoes to fill, I know."

"No, they haven't filled your spot," Eddie replied, shaking his head. "Ravi's doing pretty good at filling in for now. Not as clipboard happy as you, though."

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"Some people can't handle the power of the clipboard." It was only for the strongest of them.

"It's just me and one other guy at the firehouse here. If you wanted to have a job there you could just sneak in and no one would notice for weeks, I guarantee it."

Eddie laughed and shook his head. "Sounds like you found yourself an interesting place. And once we get you some sleep, you can show me around without needing to be propped up. How's that sound?"

He was so hopeful that he could help Buck get to sleep.

"Sounds good," he said. "But I won't be able to sleep."

You'll see, Eddie. You'll seeeeeee.

He would not! Well, not until was happening and then he'd have to think about stuff. Which wasn't cool at all.

"Of course you won't." Just be glad he didn't have his EMT kit. You'd be getting the good drugs, Buck.

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