aringofsalt

fandom: 9-1-1
ship: bucktommy
rating: g
word count: 1.5k
links: ao3 / tumblr

Two years is cotton, Buck's mind supplies, unbidden, as he stares at the stupid t-shirt hanging on the wall.

He'd looked it up a few weeks ago, trying to answer a question of Maddie's; she and Chim were coming up on their second wedding anniversary, she was trying to come up with something to get him that they didn't have already, and Buck's weird little sponge of a brain had pulled up the half-remembered list from... somewhere. The conversation had devolved quickly into whether the list even applied, since they'd been together for so long before getting married and they'd already had a kid and weren't those anniversaries kind of a weird standard, anyway? But he had googled it before putting his phone down, so of course he'd read through it later that night when he rediscovered it, and now, here he is, faced with a reminder.

Because Maddie's wedding wasn't the only big thing that happened two years ago.