9-1-1, Post Tsunami, No Lawsuit, Blackbird lyrics by the Beetles

He had been known by many names during his lifetime. Evan. Usually said with disdain by his parents and now with condensation by his sister. Bast(ard) by his teammates when he was in the Navy after finishing his SEAL training. Along with the name of Overwatch which Sam still sometime calls him whenever they got together just to shoot the breeze now that he was in LA with him. Buck. From his time at the Firefighter Academy when there were too many Evans and he shortened his last name. Keeping this one up until recently when he was taken out by a homegrown IED put on the firetruck.
Whether he kept that name was up in the air right now as things stood between his captain and him on returning to work.
The most precious name he had been given was Bucky. Given to him by his partner, Eddie’s son, Chris. Just like he called him his Superman.

It was Chris he now thought about as he sat under the stars and overlooking the city from a trailhead. His first inclination after Bobby, his captain, had told him that it was he, that had been holding him back from returning to work, was to go straight to the ambulance chaser lawyer, who had given him a card.
But now, under the stars he had looked at so often over his life, he was reconsidering that. As in the back of his mind, he kept hearing his Superman yelling out for him to rescue him, knowing that if he went to Makey to get his job back he would lose his kid forever now.

He sat thinking under those same stars that he had been under in different times of his life. In peace and in war. Pulled out his tablet and from there pulled out old pictures from his past to do a montage. His high school graduation picture segueing into the picture he his BUD Sam Hanna had one of the other SEAL graduates take after they had finished hell week. Arm and arm with each other and dirty and soaking wet. Yet laughing as they leaned on each other. Changing into his SEAL graduation picture as he got his pin. Changing into a picture of his team in-country after a mission just hanging off each other with the desert in the background. Changing to a plane of flag draped coffins coming off of it and he and a few of them standing there crying, saluting, and wounded. In their dress white with each of them having shiny new medals on their chests. His Navy Cross is now shown being wrapped up and being put in his dresser by him in his firefighter academy uniform.
Pictures going by of awards and certificates of achievements. Of comradery at the station. Photos taken from the news of rescues and not just his, but of his team as a whole.
The bombing.
The aftermath.
Pictures of rehab time and time again.
The put together shots of the tsunami and his rescues……

All being shown in montage to an old classic rock song by the Beetles called Blackbird with the final picture of him sitting under the stars looking outwards to the future.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life

The picture fading on the sun rising in the sky as though showing new hope

You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

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The piece was posted to his Instagram Account that the department used for PR. A copy went to Chris, and a copy went to Sam. The final copy, went to the old warhorse Alonzo. Who, himself, had been a SEAL in the Gulf War. His message was that if his captain seemed to have lost trust in his ability to do his job properly for whatever reason was enough to lie about it to him by stating the brass wasn’t allowing him back to work, to please put him in training instead of a sit-down job that was against his doctor’s medical orders or release him from duty and medically retire him. To quit placing him in limbo.

Within hours the montage got over a million hits and well wishes from his followers, and with that alone, Alonzo granted his wish to be put in for additional training at the academy as well as teaching what he already knew. His hours are now regular enough to be there for Chris after he gets out of school and on the weekends. As well as for trips to therapists for their nightmares. He was also there now for his partner, Eddie, when he needed him to let off steam.

Bobby and the rest of the team at the 118 were all forced into their own therapy over what happened with the bombing and the tsunami that they were having problems with. Whether he returns to the station or stays in training he doesn’t know. What he does know is he is finally free.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Fin
4/19/2026