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Buck isn't looking, but he can feel the presence of someone else climb in with him. They situate themselves in the narrow space between the center console and the seats. A hand lands on the back of his neck, ensuring he doesn't move from this position. The pressure is firm, but not cruel.
"Relax," Red whispers in his ear, low and husky. "Enjoy the ride."
Buck hears doors slam and the shifting of gears. The car lurches, and so does his stomach, because it's evident that nobody is going to find him now. Relax? Impossible. He's going to be killed, his body will be buried in the middle of the desert, and he didn't even thank Eddie for the coffee this morning.
Or: Because Buck's life can never be simple, he finds himself with a gun pressed against the back of his head, in the middle of a feud that has nothing to do with him, and with five pounds of C-4 strapped to his chest. Somehow, that's not even the worst part.
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19 Jul 2026
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Buck’s not really sure what to say here, so he doesn’t say anything. For a minute they stand there in total silence, the TV muted, and looking at Eddie – the defeated slump of his shoulders, the hand over his mouth, the eyes staring blankly at nothing – it’s like those modern art installations one of Buck’s exes used to take him to: Man, with broken heart.
Man, eviscerated.
Buck’s no good with people being sad around him – it always feels like his responsibility, like if they aren’t smiling it’s his fault, and this time it really is his fault, at least partially, so he offers, “You can beat me up, if it would make you feel better.”
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[OR: Buck accidentally fucks Eddie's wife.]
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23 May 2026
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He left, and when he told Maddie she cried and Buck held her until she stopped shaking. He stayed for a dinner he made, and then well past Jee-Yun's bedtime and Chim had told him, seriously, when he was gathering his things and Maddie had fallen asleep on the couch, to do something that should have been simple. "Call Eddie."
"Sure," Buck said with a half smile and a bubbling in his gut.
He wasn't going to call Eddie. Eddie was busy, and Buck was an adult, and, in the grand scheme of things, his mother dying wasn't anything for anyone to worry about. She was dead, Eddie Diaz could stubbornly restart Buck's heart, but Margaret Buckley was well past the ressusitation point. Eddie was a lot of things (smart, capable, funny, handsome, adorable, so, so, so kind), but he wasn't a necromancer.
Besides, what had sent him back to Texas was much more important than Buck dead mother.
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Or a story about grief, and love, and all of the complicated emotions in between.
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20 Apr 2026
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Without waiting for a reaction or reply, the man bore down on the gas and peeled down the highway, leaving Buck stranded in the middle of nowhere somewhere along Interstate 10.
And as Buck watched the red brake lights of his Jeep disappear into the distance, clutching his prescription of blood thinners tightly to his chest... there was really only one thing left to do. Tilting his head back until he was staring at the stars, he took a deep breath and screamed into the night:
“Fuck!”
And much like every other one of his recent cries for help, it had gone unanswered.
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Buck gets carjacked, held at gunpoint, and stranded in Arizona the day before his first shift post-lawsuit. And that's only the beginning of his troubles.
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