#i have limited resources when it comes to 911 footage
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Buck is not a tactile person, at least not in the way we think.
I know in fanon and fanfics, many of us (especially me) love to imagine Buck as someone who constantly presses these small touches into the ones he loves. Except, he doesn't.
Don't misunderstand, Buck thrives on physical affection. Some of his happiest moments are when he receives that form of love. Except, when he gives it, it's almost always under a specific condition.
Buck waits for near-explicit consent.
Hear me out:
It's not as if he doesn't touch people, but it's very much a needed-as situation on the job and then rare occasions such as celebrations with the team. And again, it's never those small, mindless touches of someone who just wants to physically feel someone they care for.
Even in the scariest moments, he waits.
And we can infer he accepted her permission because we see Buck this terrified for a loved one the very next season. Except, he doesn't get any request for comfort or form of consent then.
They're both obviously in critical condition. Both need medical attention immediately. Yet, Buck takes the time to hug and comfort Maddie because she asked for it.
He clearly doesn't mind either option. He's overjoyed just to see them alive. And that's the point. For Buck, these interactions aren't about him. Which is why he doesn't actively pursue them. (Not saying he shouldn't. I, personally, think he should.)
This is a perspective I think many authors can take advantage of when writing fanfiction.
I am not saying to stop writing Buck as openly tactile. I'm saying write both. Write either. Write it all. I need more of this when I search my ship.
And in case you didn't know, EDDIE is the one more openly, physically affectionate between the two of them. 100%. But that's a separate post if you want it.
Also, Buck does not hold these standards when it comes to Chris. Also another post.
Bonus :
The only time I could actively remember Buck touching Eddie without consent (when he wasn't saving his life). Season 2x14 "Broken". This wasn't the first time Eddie had been in danger, but it was the first time he was in danger without Buck there. They were ready to run into the house after he didn't respond on the radio. Eddie came out after his "Spiderman" routine, saving a child in the process. Buck couldn't help himself.
(Just gonna mention how the physical distance between these two has only grown after every time Eddie's needed help... Hmm...)
#dont come at me if you found him being physically affectionate in other clips#i have limited resources when it comes to 911 footage#especially season 1 omfg#911 fox#buddie#911 on fox#911 buddie#evan buck buckley#eddie diaz#physical affection#is buck touch starved from childhood and doesn't know how to ask for these things?#i could talk about these characters all day#buddie edit#christopher diaz#if you find more#tell me#id love to take a look at it
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@tellescope there was a... starter call? for something like this but idk where it went. it was "snatches of TK caring for your muse while your muse is in and out of consciousness" though
The first time Jonah surfaced was soon after the explosion. It wasn't the controlled environment that it should have been: people were yelling, those who had not been hurt in the attack (attack was the word, this had been targeted) scurrying to pull people out of rubble or provide blue blood that was already, always, in short supply, these scrambled resources and people pouring in from the lobby because TK had been here only maybe six months, but every time he came to this place it was obvious. Every single person at New Jericho wanted to do something, wanted to help, wanted to know how they could do whatever it was they could do.
TK, currently, was uninjured by some luck-of-the-draw (he'd been in the lobby when it happened, collecting paperwork to hand out in the infirmary from the information desk). His hand was solid on Jonah's shoulder, physical and limiting, unspoken instruction to stay down without even being aware that Jonah was awake; it was habit come from years of experience being a paramedic. Patients liked to injure themselves at any opportunity.
Jonah shifted, and TK came around, pulled from the conversation (yelling; he'd been yelling, instructions and request; he was no expert here but for those who came through the lobby and had no idea, he was the closest conscious person within yelling range that they could get), "Jonah." Jonah. "Hey, stay down, OK? You were hurt."
Bleeding too rapidly. He was bleeding too rapidly. Soon that wasn't gonna be enough to support systems being online at all, TK had watched Androids flat lose consciousness much the same way humans did because of a lack of blood. How many people had died here?
How many people were buried, would die slowly, bleeding out, because nobody would find them?
The infirmary was crumbling. Something was burning. TK, mouth dry with a film of dust and smoke and shattered building, wished vaguely for a respirator. (He realised, only at this point, that nobody had yet called 911. That was a part of this culture, this lived experience of being in New Jericho, in Detroit. Even when they called 911, even when TK was contacted, it was a last resort. He had just made them a last resort in his own head, as well. Wasn't that weird?)
"Don't move. You're bleeding, I'm gonna get you some blood, OK?" promise. "You're gonna be OK, no - no -no," no, and with physical force behind it as well, he would physically restrain Jonah if he needed to physically restrain him (it was not hard; the blood loss was making him weak), "We're on it. You're hurt bad. You will not be helping, just stay, OK?" Just stay. "I got you."
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More flashes.
Being moved. The chatter of voices. Hands that did not introduce themselves, touching him, moving.
TK there, "-sion. If there was a second-"
"We can't assume there's a second. Or that there's not. The security footage--"
"Where's Victor?" The security guy, the lead?
Jonah did not stay conscious long enough to hear the answer. (For the record: Victor was missing, and had been since 3:00am that morning.)
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"... n't here."
"That's convenient." There were voices, somewhere. Busy voices, the entire building - entire room? - was busy, but these were the voices closest to Jonah's bed. If he listened hard, or perhaps was awake enough, he would have come to know he recognised each of them: TK Strand and Detective Connor, midconversation. "Were you aware it was going to happen?" So direct like that, so flat.
TK faltered. "Wait, I - what?"
"It had to have been planned from the inside." Connor was neutral, not accusatory. (Those who knew him well would know he did not think TK was responsible; just being thorough.) In fact: "I don't think you were involved, Mr Strand. I'm following avenues of enquiry."
"I had no idea." No. "Jonah is my friend. Madison, Jamie--" naming people in the infirmary, now. (Jamie had not survived.) "I'm a paramedic. I would never hurt anybody."
"Have you met anyone here who you thought might?"
The conversation continued on, spiralling.
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"-th me?" TK was asking, cloth cool on Jonah's skin. There wasn't much to this in terms of medical care, but it was kind, to be keeping him company, keeping the blood out of his hair. It was a little calmer now, or perhaps the people who were going to die had already died. Not as busy. "Hi."
Andriods generally did not require critical care for as long as humans did. In this case the sheer number of those injured had necessitated stretching it, triage making it harder to provide the acute care these people needed as soon as they needed it. Didn't have the parts, or blood, or had people who needed them more. "Hi." Repeated. TK was glad to see him surfacing, anyway. "There you are."
Voice calm. Level. For what it was worth, TK looked like hell, but only because it had been about two days since he'd slept, and for a human that was. Pretty bad.
He wasn't even meant to be working in this setting. He was a paramedic. He didn't work in emergency care like this, that wasn't his job and he had no true experience with it, beyond triage and on-the-scene disaster recovery efforts.
He supposed the latter was sort of what he was doing now.
"There was an explosion." No sense in keeping Jonah guessing. "We're doing rounds, but you're OK, and we're keeping everyone else as OK as we can keep them. We're in the community hall." Making do with what resources they had, with what beds (or cots, or tables) they'd had available. "You get better soon, you can help us triage."
"TK," someone said. Before this TK had not been a commonplace name around the Infirmary; he had worked mainly with Jonah, and even then, only when he happened to be in the infirmary at all. He was a first responder. They all knew him, now. "I need someone to hold the-" the person asked.
"Yeah," TK answered, at once, standing. Spared Jonah an apologetic grin and a, "Duty calls. I'll catch you later."
And then he was gone.
#ic#tellescope#i ran out of steam here and this is exactly where i am ending it for that reason kdjsflskfjskldj#explosion tw#terrorism tw#terror attack tw#shrug emoji#hospital tw#v; detroit become human#idk what the verse tag is i keep forgetting. here he is
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