Fics like don't let go

Buck isn't looking, but he can feel the presence of someone else climb in with him. They situate themselves in the narrow space between the center console and the seats. A hand lands on the back of his neck, ensuring he doesn't move from this position. The pressure is firm, but not cruel. "Relax," Red whispers in his ear, low and husky. "Enjoy the ride." Buck hears doors slam and the shifting of gears. The car lurches, and so does his stomach, because it's evident that nobody is going to find him now. Relax? Impossible. He's going to be killed, his body will be buried in the middle of the desert, and he didn't even thank Eddie for the coffee this morning. Or: Because Buck's life can never be simple, he finds himself with a gun pressed against the back of his head, in the middle of a feud that has nothing to do with him, and with five pounds of C-4 strapped to his chest. Somehow, that's not even the worst part.

Fics like don't let go

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