Sickfics from Multiple Fandoms

WARNING: Set in Season 3 range... After being put on blood thinners and the lawsuit... Buck/Eddie pairing... Innuendos at the end... Mild language... Enjoy!

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Buck watched as Eddie got changed in a rush into basketball shorts and a t-shirt, and took off with his bag in tow. The man had been avoiding Buck ever since he started the lawsuit nonsense, but he kept coming to work looking exhausted and covered in bruises.

He had no idea if his coworker was in an abusive relationship or what was happening. He definitely did not trust the man's bogus excuses about wrestling with his kid or whatever lame-brain answer he decided to use. Given all that info, he was already changed, so he left, intent on following Eddie around until he knew the man was okay.

Eddie drove around Los Angeles for about an hour before heading to the abandoned warehouse where the illegal fighting would happen that night. He walked inside and got geared up for the fight; Buck was in the gathering crowd unbeknownst to him.

Buck watched in horror as his friend, since he still considered him a friend, took blow after blow. Somehow his opponent was getting the better of the army vet, and it looked like those blows were hurting a lot. He stepped up to the edge of the wall, where the fighters could easily see him.

"Kick his ass, Eddie!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, causing the man to whip around and lock eyes with the man helping make fighting a necessity. He couldn't figure out for the life of him why the other firefighter was there of all places; he had never noticed him in the crowd before.

"Turn around, you weak excuse of a man!" yelled his opponent before his fist hit Eddie in the side of the face hard enough to snap his head around and brought him to his knees, spitting a mouthful of deep red blood onto the ground.

"Get up! You got this!" Buck screamed loud enough to catch the attention of both fighters.

"Aw, is that your girlfriend, Diaz?!" his opponent taunted, sparking a renewed rage in Eddie that had him seeing red.

Eddie jumped up and headbutted the asshole in the face, causing him to drop to the ground unconscious. That final blow earned cheers and a few boos, but he didn't care what any of them thought; all he could do was turn slowly to look at Buck, only to see the younger man was gone.

He got paid and left, hoping Buck would be waiting outside for him so that he could explain himself, but the younger man's Jeep was nowhere in sight. He had no idea what to do, he tried calling Buck multiple times that night, but it kept going straight to voicemail; he just figured he was ignoring him.

Buck watched Eddie's head snap to the side and spat out blood over and over every time he thought about the man, which, truth be told, was all the time. He bolted from the room after being called the girlfriend and ran to his car, too sick to his stomach at the thought that Eddie was being so reckless with his life. He got in the car and drove away with the sound of screeching tires as the only reminder that he had even been there. He drove home as fast as he could, relieved when he arrived and walked inside. He was quick to eat some leftover pizza, even though he was still too worked up to care that eating only made him want to throw up. He threw down the crust in disgust before chugging a glass and a half of water, then headed to bed. He had an early shift in the morning, but he wasn't going to get much rest. He dozed off, only to keep seeing that one moment in time, on repeat, causing him to rouse, screaming Eddie's name over and over again, all night long.

Morning came too early for both men, but Buck's shift was due to start at seven a.m., while Eddie's didn't start until eleven a.m.

Buck was awake well before his alarm went off at five-thirty, but he got out of bed on time, took a quick shower that left his head spinning, and walked down the stairs at a much slower pace than he usually would due to the dizziness lingering. He downed some water and a cup of coffee before groaning aloud when his stomach's nausea amped up as the water and coffee joined the pizza and water that still sat heavily from last night.