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During the rewatch of season 1 (and during Buck and Abby's relationship), found these interesting tidbits and parallels:

Saint: 1x03 - Matt: “I don’t tell you this enough but you are a saint.” “Saints don’t complain, they suffer.”; 2x04 - Pepa: “My nephew is a saint but I pray for him anyway.”

1x03 - “I’m not suffering. This is my choice, it’s important to me.” Abby reiterates to Matt strongly that she made a choice to take care of her mom; same episode Abby tells Buck about her mom, where Matt tries to convince her about the memory care unit; 2x04 - Eddie: “I’m not stuck, Tia” when Pepa mentions how Shannon left him to deal with everything alone; same episode where Buck finds out just how much Eddie is struggling to find aid for Christopher, he introduces Eddie to Carla

Disaster: 1x04 - Buck looks for someone Abby is looking for (Dale Marks) but finds out he’s on the casualty list from who he asked, that he needs to check the other list; 3x03 - Buck is looking for Christopher and is told his name is not on the survivor list (like Dale) and to check out the casualty tent

Missing Loved One: 1x04 - Abby fell asleep, wakes up to find Patricia gone from the house; in 1x05 Buck calls after getting text alert about Patricia missing, offers to come help her look for her mom; 4x08 - Eddie was distracted talking to Ana, goes to talk to Christopher but finds him missing from the house, Buck calls to tell him that Christopher ran to his house by calling an Uber from Eddie's phone

Jeep: 1x05 - Abby is in passenger seat - only other people in Jeep have been Maddie, Eddie, and Christopher, the most important people to Buck outside of the 118 (that I can remember)

Power Lines and Pools: 1x05 - Abby and Buck deal with power pool emergency with kid in pool, power keeps surging, they work together to save the kid, other firefighters show up when they’re done; 2x01 - Buck and Eddie dive into pool to save guy with microwave on his head & work together; 4x06 - power pole falls onto ladder truck, “it’s like the universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen” power then surges again

Always Watching: 1x05 - Buck smiles as he watches Abby hugging her mom; 2x04 - Buck smiles as he watches Eddie reunite with Christopher; 2x10 - Buck smiles as he watches Eddie talking to Christopher; 3x03 - Buck smiles and is relieved watching Eddie hugging Christopher; 3x10 - Buck smiles watching Eddie greet Christopher and Abuela; 4x14 - Buck smiles watching Eddie and Christopher reunite

Do What's Right For You: 1x06 - Carla tells Abby to worry about her own wants and feelings; 4x13 - Carla tells Eddie to follow his heart, not Christopher’s

Lack Of Belief In the Supernatural: 1x07 - Abby tells Buck that she doesn’t buy into the full moon superstition, Buck tries to convince her that it's real; 4x06 - Eddie says he doesn’t believe in the jinx, Buck (alongside Chim and Hen) try to convince him that it's real

Not So Great Starts: 1x07 - at end of full moon episode, Buck goes to see Abby and they have sex, start a romantic relationship; 4x06 - Eddie goes on his first date with Ana at the end of the jinx episode

Hot Air Balloon: 1x09 - Buck: “You ever been up in one?” Abby: “No, but I’ve answered calls from a few that have crashed,”; 3x17 - Buck: “It’s all romantic until someone has to call 911. I hear dispatch gets a lot of calls from these things.” Eddie: “Maddie tell you that?” Buck: “No, uh, someone else.”

They Don't See It As A Trap/Burden & Buck Isn't Going Anywhere: 1x09 - Buck: “See, I feel like anyone else, most people, if they were dealing with the stuff you have to deal with every single day, they would see it as a cage. But you don’t. You find a way to break free. You find a way to be yourself. You find...life. And if the price I have to pay for being close to a woman like you is, yeah, whatever, a couple of canceled dates, then, you know what? Then that is one heck of a good deal, and I am in. I’m not going anywhere.” -- this conversation happens after Bobby tells him that he's not going to free Abby from the trap she's in with her mom, that she needs someone to step into it with her and keep her company; 2x04 - Eddie: “I’m not stuck, Tia.”; 4x08 - Buck to Christopher: “You’ve still got me and I’m not going anywhere.” (this is after a failed double date dinner situation with Taylor, Albert, and Veronica)

Finale Funerals: 1x10 - starts with funeral of Abby’s mom, where Buck is by her side; 2x18 - Helena mentions Shannon’s funeral that just occurred that we didn’t get to see

Not Really A Guest: 1x10 - Matt and Carla let Abby know that they are aware of Buck moving in, Abby denies it and says he’s just been there a lot helping her with everything; 2x01-2x07 - Buck stays in Abby’s apartment watching over it for her but also is reluctant to accept that she's not coming back and move on; 3x11 - Buck tells Maddie that he’s not really a guest since it’s Eddie’s house

Cookies For Gatherings: 1x06 - Abby brings the Valentine's Day cookies her mom made to the party at the firehouse where the 118 is gathered; 3x11 - Buck brings cookies (offscreen) at Maddie's urging for him to bring something for the gathering at Eddie's house where the 118 is

Cabo Mention: 1x10 - Abby’s mom only went to Cabo, Mexico for Matt and Beth’s renewal of their vows; season 2 - Eddie mentions to Shannon that he was in Afghanistan, not Cabo, when they argue after seeing each other again

Carla's Concern: 1x10 - at dining toom table, Carla asks how Abby is, says she was worried about her going back to work but she seems good; 4x14 - at dining room table, Carla mentions Christopher seems good and asks how Buck is being out there, Buck mentions the team is off without Eddie, Carla says that’s not what she was asking and that’s she’s worried about Buck being out there

Carla as Family: 1x10 - Carla thanks Abby for making her feel like part of the family; seasons 2-4 - Carla is made to feel like a part of Eddie and Christopher’s family

Having Your Back: 1x10 - Buck tells Abby: “I’ve got your back, you know that.”; 2x01 - Eddie: “You can have my back any day.” Buck: “Or you know, you could have mine.”; 2x07 - Shannon: “I needed you to have my back.” Eddie: “I always had your back.”

Moving On With Single Dads: 2x02 - we find out Eddie is a father; 3x18 - Sam is a father

Co-Parenting: 3x18 - Abby has to tell Sam’s daughter Tess about being in the train accident; 4x14 - Buck tells Christopher about Eddie being shot

Co-Parenting Part 2: 3x18 - Buck, Eddie and 118 are talking about summer camp for Christopher; Sam tells Buck that Abby wants to wait to have the wedding in June once the girls are out of school

PE: 1x10 - Abby confirms Patricia died from a pulmonary embolism in the middle of the night while she had been asleep, she had found her in the morning at the end of 1x09; 3x01 - Buck suffers a PE but thankfully is saved, he goes into a depression which Eddie tries to kickstart him out of and remind him he's lucky to be alive

Calm Under Pressure: 1x05 - Buck mentions how Abby's hands didn't shake during the pool emergency, Abby: “But I also feel calm around you”; 2x01 - Buck: "The guy's a professional, Cap. I was never really worried."; Eddie: "You're a badass under pressure, brother."

The Kurt Russell thread: 1x04 - Carla talks about how Patricia likes the movie Overboard and she uses the DVD as “Patricia’s Lullaby”; 3x07 - Eddie dresses up as Snake Plissken from Escape from LA and Carla says she likes Tango & Cash herself (LA being the theme here); 4x05 - In Peru, Buck is watching Backdraft dubbed in Spanish and decides to go to LA when his customer offers

The liquor prop thread: wine has been used to signify Abby but also has been used in romantic scenery such as Abby and Buck's valentine's date and Abuela finding two wine glasses that Eddie and Shannon used and even Taylor drinking it alone in 4x14; beer has always been used for Eddie and Buck

The Abuelita cowinkydink (not really a parallel because it's common but just an interesting observation to note): 1x05 - guys who brought Abby’s mom to the hospital - the main guy says he saw the symptoms of her Alzheimer's before in his Abuelita; 2x04 - we meet Eddie's Abuela who watches Christopher, later Buck accompanies Eddie to the hospital where Abuela has broken her hip; 4x08 - Christopher calls her Abuelita when mentioning her to Buck

This is just dialogue, folks. That's without taking anything else they've done with framing, props (except the liquor mention), etc, into account. They have literally been building that thread and turning it into a steel cable between Buck, Abby, and Eddie since Eddie appeared on scene. They may not have known from the very beginning where they were going to end up with Eddie's character, but they certainly chose to intertwine his story with Buck's and Abby's, separately and together, from pretty early on. Not to mention, Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, and Tim Minear wrote 1x10 and Brad and Tim wrote 2x01.

Abby got her ending, her Eddie so to speak, as we see in 3x18. Which is exactly why they had this framing in the end:

And the ambulance door shutting on Abby and Sam and the director chose to keep that shot in. Abby and Buck had both moved on.

Bartender: "Is someone waiting for you there?"

Abby: "No, he stopped waiting for me a long time ago." *next shot is Buck talking about Christopher going to summer camp with Eddie standing right behind him*

Plus, the scene above mirrors this scene:

Right down to Buck learning about Sam vs Sam learning who Buck is, Eddie taking point to find out the info they need to save Sam and give Buck a minute vs him checking on Buck as the ambulance drives away, to the way Abby says Buck's name in both scenes when seeing him for the first time in each one, to Sam and his relationship with Abby being present in both scenes, Eddie's presence in both scenes, etc.

If this isn't all leading to somewhere similar for both Eddie and Buck, together, then what's all this then?

It literally has become:

#buddie #buck x eddie #otp: there's nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you #911 fox #but the parallels man #eddie and abby #buck and abby #buck and eddie #buck and abby parallels #eddie and abby parallels #buddie parallels #911posts

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thehighflight-blog · 7 years

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The Reasons

It’s the typical “I have daddy problems” story. But the reality of it is, every story is different. Each one tells how a person came to be who they are. Mine is unique to me. And looking back, I believe the events in my life have not only programmed me to be the person that I am, but have also led me to make even more life altering decisions.

When I was about 5, I attended one of those fancy private schools in California. You know, the ones you see on tv or hear about all the stuck up kids attending. Turns out they’re really not that bad. But then again, that was 13 years ago, and I’m almost certain my recollection isn’t 100% accurate. Regardless, I noticed things in my home weren’t the same as all my other classmates. My parents fought whenever they were both home. None of the other kids had bruises on their arms when they’d gotten in trouble.

Turns out my dad was beginning to do crystal meth. I specifically remember an occasion where I was hell-bent on using my new tin Scooby-Doo lunch pail to carry my lunch onto the front porch. However, my mom forgot to pack it up. So, me being the 5 year old that I was, I threw a temper tantrum that resulted in being dragged across the foyer of the house by my hair, my parents screaming at each other at the top of their lungs.

Around that same time, I remember telling my parents goodnight, giving them hugs and kisses, and my dad pulling a frog out of his work shirt pocket and throwing it at me.

Since that day, I’ve been deathly afraid of frogs.

In April of 2005, I recall sitting in the bath tub with my little sister. The water had gotten exceptionally cold as we were waiting for mom to come wash our hair. Being curious as to what was taking her so long, I peaked out the door to see my mom holding the baby, pushed up against the hallway wall, my dad’s hands wrapped around her neck.

The next day, we packed up a decent portion of our belongings and the 4 of us girls drove from California to North Carolina, where I’ve lived ever since. My dad went to rehab for approximately 2 months, and then packed up the remainder of our things and moved out here to live with us.

I know what you’re thinking. “Damn girl, that’s beat as hell.” But that isn’t where it ends.

Things cleared up for a little while. Dad got the help he needed. He actually started to do some of the typical dad things too. We would do yard work together, eat dinner as a family, take us to school and pick us up when mom wasn’t able to.

However, there were still some episodes. Moments where he’d lose his temper. One day on the way home from church, I pretended to put a booger in my sister’s hair while we were in the car. The second we got home, my dad made me get on my knees, place my hands on the counter top, and took the heel of my moms stiletto and “hammered” my finger into the counter. My finger still looks fucked up to this day. Surprisingly though, I never lost the nail. I guess there’s a bright side in a messed up way.

I recall getting thrown on the kitchen floor, kicked in the stomach, punched in the head. I broke my pinkie one night as I got between him and my 5 year old sister. Then I had to lick the spilled ice cream up off the floor.

But he was still my dad. When I was 14, he taught me how to drive. We’d take the truck around town, drive through empty parking lots, stall out on hills. He listened to me when I confided in him about my desire to kill myself in 7th grade. And he actually understood. He told me there was a point in his life where he felt the same feelings of hopelessness and self-pity that I expressed to him. He worked with me as I tried to stop physically harming myself, and didn’t once judge me for it.

But then one afternoon, he got angry. My mom was out shopping, and we had been trapped in the house all day. I was trying to practice playing the piano as my sister was watching tv. We argued, like normal siblings do, about the volume issue. She ended up throwing the remote at me, and next thing I remember, I was lying on the floor as my dad’s foot repeatedly connected with my stomach. Afterwards, we were forced to go outside and trim the rose bushes with our hands, then carry them out to the woods where dad burned them.

Can I just express to you how much that shit sucked. I felt like the tiniest particle of dust. My physical well-being was diminishing as the seconds flew by, my self-worth was lower than whale shit, and I couldn’t see a positive escape for the life of me. Literally. It took almost a year for any actual positive to come from this. But even then, the storm had to make an appearance first.

Dad stayed home sick one Wednesday from work. I remember it was a Wednesday because we went to church that evening. Dad was one of the boy scout leaders, so it was imperative he made it there. When we got home, we all could tell that things were on edge. I had gotten grounded previously that week for sending my current freshman year boyfriend a sexy nude of my underdeveloped boob, and I knew my parents hated me at that moment. We gathered in the living room to say our nightly prayers as a family. The second I hit the door frame, dad started beating on Thor, my mutt dog. All he wanted was attention. Went in for one of those doggy kisses with his big blue eyes. But dad literally lost his shit.

That wasn’t the first time he’d beat either of our two dogs. Any time they’d play fight in the yard, he’d go out there and start hitting them, threatening to put a bullet in their heads if they did it again.

I immediately stood up for Thor, claiming he was my dog and he had not right to lay his hands on him. Dad started coming after me, but mom got in the way and from there, it went south. He just kept hitting her. Blood covered the window and the hardwood floor. He jumped on her with his knees, pounded her face into the side of the couch. But she stood up. Her eyes were the color of eggplant, she had blood coming out of her mouth. I ran into the bedroom and dialed 911. But I had to go back. I couldn’t hide. All 3 of my sisters were still in there, they were still in danger. The police arrived. My dad went to jail. And from that night on, I’ve never felt safe.

Pretty fucking scary, right? Yeah, I know. You hear about it on the news, see articles on where kids were beat by their parents. Hell, maybe you’ve even been through it. It’s not a joke. It’s not something to be laughed about, or made light of. I’ve still got PTSD from all those years of abuse. Certain things people say or do send me through a loop. If someone squeezes me too tight, talks to demanding and controlling, even in a joking manner, pushes me, calls me certain words or names, I get thrown back to those 15 years where it was an every day occurrence.

I started dating guys that fit the profile of my dad. That’s fuck up number one. I figured “Maybe I’ll be able to fix this one. If he really loves me like he swears he does, I can change him, make him better, get him the help he needs.” Honey, don’t tell yourself that lie. You can’t change anyone. They have to want to do it on their own. I dated 2 guys the majority of high school, a year and a half each. They fucked me up, yo. I was hell bent on marrying on of them, stuck on fixing the other. But one couldn’t find it within himself to tell me the truth, couldn’t afford the time to give me the love and attention that I so desperately craved. The other played victim. Claimed his life was in shambles every time he didn’t have enough money to buy his drugs. And when shit hit the fan, he almost hit me. I saw red and came 3 inches from hitting him with my truck.

When boy number 2 broke my heart into a million pieces, I took matters into my own hands. I couldn’t figure out how to heal. I resulted to self-mutilation again, but that wasn’t enough. Thought about taking some pills to push the pain away, but that meant losing the possibility of one day finding happiness. So rather, I lost myself in the booze. I would go to school drunk, spend the weekends at parties getting so fucked up that majority of it was spent by the toilet. I longed for that temporary affection from men, but without the risk of my heart being stolen and shattered into a million pieces again. So one night stands gave me that little piece of desire that I craved. My body increased from 3 to 10 in 4 months time. I still don’t know what the hell I was thinking.

You’re probably thinking “Holy shit, this girl has some major problems. Maybe a therapist, some medication?” Ironic. I’m going to be attending college in the fall and pursuing a career in criminal psychology. Fitting, huh? Since my little spurt of wildness, I’ve fallen in love with a man who recognizes my strengths and potential and has the ability to make me feel as though I’m worth it.

I guess what I’m trying to express to you is that bad things happen to all of us. We all go about handling them differently. What truly matters, however, is that we don’t let them define who we are. Sure, they shape us and how we view things, but the importance of learning from these experiences and making better decisions than those before us is what actually matters in the end.

We all have our stories. We all have our moments. Find how to channel yours for the better. They’re the reasons why.

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