adding my own bit to the 911 platonic soulmates with @dottie-wan-kenobi and @multifacetedfangirl
Buck’s parents showed up at the firehouse.
Bobby had seen them first, asking them who they were and what they wanted. He was more than wary of them. He knew all he needed to know from what Buck had revealed and from what Chimney had told him about the dinner with his parents.
If it was up to him, they wouldn't even be allowed to see Buck.
But if they wanted to talk to Buck, he wanted them to do it in an environment where Buck was in control. Where Bobby could keep a watchful eye on him.
So he went up the stairs and called Buck over to tell him his parents were here.
He didn’t miss the way Buck’s shoulders tensed or the way Chimney froze in his seat, fork hanging in the air, a sour look on his face.
Hen and Eddie shared a look.
Buck smiled tightly at Bobby when he passed by him.
"Thanks for telling me," he said. "I have it handled," he added as an afterthought, trying to smile confidently.
Bobby grabbed his shoulder, keeping him from bouncing down the stairs, and gave him a serious look.
We’ll be right here if you need anything, Buck.”
Buck's smile was wan but genuine.
"Thanks, but I got it."
Bobby had gone to the railing, joining Hen and Chimney and Eddie who were already leaning against it, eyes trained on Buck’s parents.
It went like a normal conversation and Bobby almost relaxed, glad for once that he might be wrong and that the conversation might be harmless.
Buck's shoulders were still tense and he didn't speak, just nodding curtly.
The conversation couldn't have lasted longer than five minutes.
Buck’s mother said something and placed her hand on Buck's cheek.
Bobby had seen his parents' soulmark on Buck. His mother's located on his upper arm and hadn't moved an inch since he'd joined the 118. It was a soft peach color, faded and not very noticeable.
Now it bloomed across Buck's cheek where her hand was resting, visible even from the balcony. It was an ugly muddy gray, almost dark enough to be black.
And Bobby didn't need any more prompting before he was bolting down the stairs. Eddie and Chimney had jumped into action before him and had already reached the Buckleys by the time he and Hen had made it to the landing.
Eddie pulled Buck away, standing in front of him while Chimney planted himself right in front of his parents.
"I really think you should go," he said, voice cold and hard.
Margaret was glaring at Chimney and Phillip was already opening his mouth to argue back.
Bobby could see Eddie’s hand gripping Buck's shoulder tightly. His soulmark is peeking slightly over the collar of Buck's uniform, the soft yellow a sharp and warm orange of it a stark contrast to the mark on his cheek.
His mother's soulmark looked even worse up close, dark and twisted in harsh swirls of gray and black that only served to make Bobby angrier.
"Is there a problem here?" Bobby said, voice calm but loud enough to catch the Buckleys' attention.
"We were just leaving," Margaret said. "Phillip."
Bobby watched them leave, not once looking away until their car was driving away.