By its very definition

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After closing the door Eddie looked down at the beer in his hand and then at Buck - making himself at home on Eddie’s couch. Eddie frowned slightly then shrugged. If Buck wanted to talk - about whatever it was that had sent him here - then he would. Eddie didn’t bother walking around the couch, simply stepping up and over onto the cushions and sitting next to Buck as Old Time Rock ‘n’ Roll continued playing from every speaker in his house. 

He unscrewed his beer and took a sip, before looking over at Buck.

Next to him Buck was still completely silent, his eyes staring straight forward but unseeing, and Eddie frowned again, taking another sip and waiting for Buck to break the comfortable silence between them.

Old Time Rock ‘n’ Roll ended, crossfading into Burning Love by Elvis, and, after a few seconds of the song, Buck finally spoke.

“Have you ever seen Glee?” Buck asked, and Eddie blinked in confusion.

“Bits and pieces,” He said, shrugging, “My sisters watched it… why?”

Buck was already reaching for the remote on the coffee table, turning on his TV and scrolling through Eddie’s Disney Plus account. Eddie turned off his music and watched with bemused amusement as Buck typed in Glee and pressed on the first result, settling into the couch and hugging a pillow to his chest, sipping on his beer.

Eddie wondered if he should go and put pants on, but decided to grab a blanket instead, laying it over his legs as he settled in comfortably too.

Again, if Buck needed to talk about whatever it was that had sent him to Eddie’s he would. If he simply wanted to watch a cringey teen musical dramady in silence sipping on beers? Then that’s what they’d do.

What Eddie hadn’t been expecting was to enjoy the show. 

a voice keeps saying "this is where i'm meant to be" a 9-1-1 fanfiction

“Yeah, I’m on my way to the clinic now,” Buck says, double checking the map open on his phone as he talks to Connor. “They said that as long as I get there by 9 they’ll squeeze me in,”

“It’s 8:45.” Connor says. “You think you’re going to make it in time?”

Buck manages a smile against the lack of trust in Connor’s voice, rolling his eyes slightly as he looks at his watch, then back at the map on his phone, then back at the road - the light in front of him has just turned red, which will cut into his time, but he should still be okay.

“Trust me, it’s all good.” He says, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, willing the light to turn green, “I’m only two miles away.”

“Thanks, Buck.” Connor says, and hangs up without so much of a goodbye. Buck sighs in frustration, before he re-frames his annoyance into determination. He has to get to the fertility clinic and do this. He’d made a promise and it was obvious that Connor and Kameron were beginning to get - almost - as frustrated as he was at the constant rescheduling of appointments.

The light changes, he glances left, then right, and pulls out into the intersection.

There’s a squeal of tires to his left, the thumping bass of a radio cranked to full volume, a sudden crashing sound and lurching feeling as he’s flung to his right, and then to his left.

His head collides with his driver’s side window, his airbags inflating with a bang and spots dance in his vision. He can feel darkness creeping in.

“Siri, call 9-1-1…” He manages to breathe out.

The last thing he hears, before the darkness takes him, is Maddie’s voice.

“9-1-1 What’s your emergency?”

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