Beach | Late Thursday Morning

[firehousehimbo]

You'd think Buck and Eddie would learn they had bad luck at the beach. Or good luck depending on how you viewed emergencies. Either way, if they were at the beach it was best to steer clear or have your phone out because something cool was going to happen.

"It's so freaking hot, dude."

[For a couple and all the SP]

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[fears_no_one]

Perhaps they both could embrace the gritty pirate aesthetic like the guy passed out on the beach over there? Shirtless! Shoeless! Bleeding from the left shoulder!

[justalittlerepressed]

"Maybe we should stop coming to the beach," Eddie said, already rushing over to check on the new bleeding person found on the beach.

It was weird that it'd happened a third time, right?

[firehousehimbo]

It was insanely weird.

At least this guy's arm seemed to be attached? And he didn't come out of a slime portal?

"This beach is cursed," Buck agreed, running after Eddie. "Is he breathing?"

[justalittlerepressed]

"Breathing," Eddie confirmed, putting gloves on before checking his pulse and carefully prodding at the flesh around the bullet hole (???) in the guy's shoulder. "Does he look familiar somehow?"

Like a grungy version of old Buck?

[firehousehimbo]

Buck moved a couple inches over so he could get a better look at the guy's face. "Dude, that's me. From when we were old!"

Flint probably would love knowing he was old in this person's eyes.

Buck had so many questions. Why was old him time traveling? Why was old him dressed like an unenthusiastic Pirates cast member at Disney World? Why was old him kind of smelly?

[fears_no_one]

Look, soap was for colonial oppressors.

"Fucking ow," Flint groaned, swatting at the hand poking around his wound.

[justalittlerepressed]

Old Buck was possibly homeless! Which was sad.

"Sir, can you give us your name?" Eddie asked, going for professional when he really wanted to boggle at Old Buck.

[firehousehimbo]

"Is it Buck?" Buck, clearly, was not going for professional.

[fears_no_one]

Flint hadn't been "sir" in a while. He cracked open one eye to see two entirely unfamiliar faces. Where was the Walrus crew? Well, the Walrus crew who hadn't shot him. Fucking Dufresne.

"Flint," he said. "I'm Flint."

[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie shot Buck a look at that before nodding at the big for something to stop the bleeding in the guy's shoulder for the moment. "Okay, Flint. Do you know where you're at?"

Wait until he got to the 'who is the president' question there!

[firehousehimbo]

Buck started rifling through the bag, letting Eddie do his EMT thing. Thank god they started carrying it with them on their beach trips after the first couple times.

"Here," Buck said, handing Eddie gauze. "Looks like a through-and-through."

With an old timey bullet so it was probably covered in tetanus or the Black Plague or something.

[fears_no_one]

"I'm on a beach," Flint said wryly. "In Florida?"

He should be in Florida.

[justalittlerepressed]

Normal beach supplies for them these days!

Buck got an appreciative nod at that as Eddie moved to help the guy sit up so they could get it wrapped. And did the awkward silence at 'Florida' help? Because it super wasn't Florida. Humidity aside.

"What year is it?"

[fears_no_one]

Flint sat up with a pained grunt and squinted against the headache moving like that had given him. "What the f--year is it? It's 1715."

Right? Right?!

[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie just kinda made a face there. "Well, I guess I don't need to ask who the president is then," he said slowly. "How about we get you patched up and then... talk?"

Oh god, Buck. Buck, he was bad at this.

[firehousehimbo]

1715 explained the outfit. And the hygiene (also, Evan, you get shot and dumped in the ocean and see how good you look).

"Yeah, you are going to want some coffee for this," Buck said. "Or alcohol."

[fears_no_one]

"Alcohol," Flint chose immediately. "What's a president?"

[justalittlerepressed]

Yeah, Eddie was going to let not-so-secret-nerd Buck handle that one.

"No alcohol. We don't know how much blood you've lost," he said instead, working on patching him up as best he could on the beach.

[firehousehimbo]

"Maybe a little alcohol." As a treat. "A president is a leader of a country. Our country. Which you are in. That has not yet been established in your time.

Oh, that wasn't helping.

[justalittlerepressed]

"A local anesthetic," Eddie insisted. And it was bold of him to think this guy would let him give him a shot for that. "The colonies? They were colonies in 1715, right?"

This was the future you wanted, right Flint?

[firehousehimbo]

"Oh yeah, totally." They were burning those witches in the 1600's in Salem, Buck read all about it.

Just in case, you know. A witch problem came up in their line of work. Which could happen in this canon.

"I think Florida belonged to Spain though."

[justalittlerepressed]

"Conquistadors," Eddie agreed. "But they don't own it anymore. If case you were wondering. Or anything on this side of the ocean."

They did, however, leave their language behind. As very clear from Eddie's whole name situation.

[fears_no_one]

"The Spanish don't own anything on this side of the ocean now?" Flint's face turned positively gleeful. "Who does?"

[firehousehimbo]

"Uh, we do, I guess?" Buck said, looking at Eddie and shrugging. "We're our own country now. Florida included. Only this isn't Florida, this is Maryland."

[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie was already getting that needle out to see about numbing Flint's shoulder, so this'll go well. Hey, maybe the news about being their own country would help.

"There's also Mexico and Canada. Former colonies, now countries."

[fears_no_one]

Flint's giddiness was tempered slightly by the skinny dagger the kid was aiming at his shoulder. "What the fuck is that?"

Real doctors used saws, Eddie.

[firehousehimbo]

"Oh he's not trying to kill you or anything," Buck promised. "It's to numb the pain."

Since somebody said they couldn't have alcohol.

[justalittlerepressed]

He was trying to keep him alive! Blood loss was a serious concern!

"It'll help so we're not hurting you while we wrap this up," Eddie added, nodding at what Buck said. "We'll also give you something so it won't get infected."

Ah, the good drugs.

[fears_no_one]

Depriving Flint of alcohol was going to get you put on the list, Eddie. (It was a very long list.)

"It better not be leeches," Flint said, narrowing his eyes.

[firehousehimbo]

Oh gross.

"Good news, we're past leeches now," Buck said with a smile. "Turns out bleeding people wasn't a great medical procedure."

[justalittlerepressed]

"Yeeeah," Eddie agreed. "It's more antibiotics, less blood-letting. You'll just need to keep the wound clean and bandages changed frequently... which you could do at the clinic. Or the fire station."

Somehow he didn't see this guy waltzing into the clinic?

[fears_no_one]

Was it his general aura of gritty paranoia? "Fire stations change bandages?" Flint asked warily.

[firehousehimbo]

“This one does,” Buck said, gesturing to himself and Eddie. “Eddie’s great at it.”

That’s right, Buck, gush about your boyfriend…roommate.

[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie perked up at that because bros were just like that. Bros being bros.

"I'm a paramedic," Eddie added. "Not quite a doctor, but close enough to stabilize people in an emergency."

And he didn't even suggest cutting of a limb! Look at that.

[fears_no_one]

"I'll be fine," Flint assured him. "Dufresne couldn't aim for shit."

[justalittlerepressed]

"But you still got shot." And that was concerning. "Which, speaking from some experience, isn't so great. So how about you let us help you here?"

[fears_no_one]

His choices seemed to be either letting these two men poke at his wound or swimming back into the ocean and drowning, since the Walrus was nowhere to be seen.

"Very well," he said, frowning. "But hurry."

Because he had...absolutely nowhere to be.

[justalittlerepressed]

They were helping! What was so wrong with that?

"Got someplace to be?" IN 2024??

[fears_no_one]

Someone being helpful for no reason had never occurred before in Flint's entire life?

"Well, I need boots. And a shirt."

And some weapons, possibly even before the boots and the shirt.

[justalittlerepressed]

"We could get you a shirt and maybe some shoes," Eddie replied. It would be a shamelessly Fandom Island Fire Department shirt, but... it'd be a shirt. And the shoes were assuming he was the same size as Buck since the whole... old Buck thing. "At the station. So you'll know where to go for getting that bandage changed."

[fears_no_one]

Flint pressed his lips together and nodded, then shifted from his spot on the sand to look over his shoulder to see what he assumed would be beach shacks and maybe a few sturdier buildings.

"...is that fucking castle?"

[justalittlerepressed]

"...you get used to it." Look, Eddie just felt it was best to ignore all the weird things. Follow in his footsteps, Flint.

[fears_no_one]

Flint squinted suspiciously at the castle and grunted.

Sure he would.

[justalittlerepressed]

"There's a hotel in town," Eddie ventured, taping off the bandage so it would stay in place. "And a boarding house, but I've heard some weird things on radio."

[fears_no_one]

And here was Flint, fresh out of gold. "I'll come up with something."