Title: Surprise, Surprise

Author: fbi_woman

Rating: T

Type: 9-1-1, Abby/Buck

Spoilers: Canon to 1x09. My take on a vague line from the synopsis of the next episode, so technically not an actual spoiler, but inspired by one.

Disclaimer: I don't own 9-1-1 or any of its characters or anything associated with it, not affiliated with Fox, yadda yadda yadda. I'm a nobody with nothing.

Summary: Just when you think everything is going perfectly, life has a way of throwing you a wicked curve ball… or two. Established Abby/Buck. Please check the spoiler warning inside before reading.

A/N: As mentioned above, this is something that came to me when I read the synopsis for the season finale. Having seen the preview for the episode now, I think this will likely have nothing to do with it after all lol, but I'm running with it anyways. That being said, this is NOT meant to be set during the finale – it's just some undefined point in the future. This story IS complete (part of my new plan to avoid abandoning WIPs), so updates will be every couple days.

Side Note: I need more 911 friends lol and would love some people to bounce ideas off of. Feel free to add me on twitter (username: fbi_woman).


Abby stared blankly at the test in her hand. How did this happen? Scratch that, obviously she knew exactly how it happened. The better question was why she had allowed it to happen. She wasn't a teenager for Christ's sake; she was a responsible adult… though evidently not as responsible as she could have been, because here she was, with two positive Clearblue tests and a mental list of several encounters that could be the culprit. She wished she could say she just hadn't considered it a likely possibility because of her age, but she knew better. If she was being honest with herself, she just plain hadn't thought about it at all, on more than one occasion. This was one of those times where she really wished her mom was here. She needed a good pep talk right about now, and definitely would have liked some advice about how on earth she's supposed to tell Buck. Not that her mom would have been particularly sympathetic, but she would have been a great sounding board.

Now she was fighting back tears. This wasn't how she had expected to feel when she had imagined this moment: in her mind, she had always pictured being happy and excited, but in reality, she was stunned and scared. Of course, the last time she had pictured this, she had been many years younger and in the imaginary scenario, she was also happily married and planning to have a child. None of that was true now. She was certainly happy with Buck and she definitely loved him, but it was still a relatively new relationship; they hadn't officially been together for even a year yet. She didn't know if he even wanted kids at all, let alone this soon. So far, he had remarkably taken everything in stride, so maybe he would handle this well too. That's what she was telling herself, anyways. She sighed. Can't her life ever be smooth sailing for just a little while?


Buck had just finished his shift and was looking forward to heading home. Though he and Abby had been living together for almost 2 months now, the novelty hadn't worn off yet. Every time he walked in the door and saw her, he couldn't help but smile. It was so much better than calling her when he got home. He had never really envisioned himself being particularly domestic, but everything changed when he met Abby. He changed, for the better. For the first time in his life, he felt 100% content. He wasn't looking or longing for anything. It sounded corny, but she made him feel whole, and he considered himself lucky to have found such an amazing woman. He understood now what people mean, when they say 'when you find the one, you'll just know'.

Tonight they were going to check out a new restaurant that had opened not far from their building. In fact, he was going to make them late if he didn't hurry. He was almost to his car when he heard a voice behind him.

"Buck?"

He turned around to find an attractive, young brunette with an infant on her hip.

"Hey!"

She sounded excited to see him, but he wasn't sure why. "Uh, hi?"

Her face fell. "You don't remember me, do you?"

He scoured his mind, but came up empty. "No, sorry, should I?"

"I guess not," she conceded, "we were pretty drunk."

Great.

"I'm Brittany, I was friends with Dave's girlfriend, Lindsay. I was at his birthday party last year."

Drunk friend of the ex-roommate's ex-girlfriend at a party, yeah, he totally remembered that… not.

"Oh, well, it's nice to see you again."

He turned and took the last few steps to his car, but she was following him. This was getting weird.

"Sorry, can I help you with something?" he asked, spinning back around to face her.

She looked uncomfortable now. "Look, Buck, I don't really know how to tell you this. I was really hoping you would remember me, it would have made this a lot easier."

He wasn't following. "Tell me what?"

"Well, we kind of… you know… hooked up at Dave's party, and then it wasn't too long after that I found out I was pregnant with Jade, and, well… she's yours."

For a second, he was sure his heart had actually stopped. This was bad. So, so bad. And of course, it just had to happen just when all the pieces of his life had finally come together.

"Are… are you sure?"

"Yeah. I know it's a lot to take in. And I'm not here because I want something from you, we're doing fine on our own, I just felt really guilty keeping it from you. You deserve a chance to know your daughter… if you want to, that is. If you don't, that's okay too."

He was actually speechless. Was this seriously happening right now?

"Here," she pressed a slip of paper in his hand, "that's my number. Take your time, think about it, and if you decide you want to be involved, give me a call."

He stared at the piece of paper for several moments after she left. What the hell was he going to do? And how was he supposed to tell Abby? All he knew was he better figure it out quickly, because he wasn't sure how long he could keep it in once he saw her. He was terrible at hiding things from her – mostly because he didn't like doing it, even when it was a good surprise. And he highly doubted she would consider this a good one.