When Buck arrives home after his shift he finds May sitting in front of his door. He drops his bag on the ground, and squats down next to her.
"What are you doing down here?"
"We need to talk."
He nods, and rises from the ground. He pushes the door open, and tosses his bag inside. He offers her a hand, and guides her inside. She finds a seat at the kitchen counter. He furrows his brow trying to read her facial expression. Her hair is pulled into a loose braid. She wears a LAFD hoodie she's stolen from Bobby's closet.
"Why are you sitting there looking like your life is wrecked?" Buck questions.
"Things have been so totally chaotic lately."
"Everything has been off kilter," he agrees.
"With all of the chaos, and the drama it was a relief to know that there are some people that I can always rely on."
"May, everyone makes their fair share of mis-steps."
Buck's phone vibrates until it drags him out of a deep sleep. He furrows his brow, and presses it to his ear.
"Can you come pick me up?"
"May, are you crying? What's wrong? Where are you?"
"I can't call my mom, because she will kill me."
"Are you in some kind of trouble?"
"I'm not in trouble, I've just been drinking."
"Drinking? Just text me your address I'll come and get you."
Less than hour later he's escorting her back into his apartment. She parks herself at his counter.
"What did I ever do to him? I gave him everything, and he has the audacity to say that I wasn't invested enough in our relationship?"
"May I think you should lay down on the couch, and crash."
"I'm an adult. I don't need a babysitter, Buck," she pushes his shoulder.
"Then why did you call me?"
"Because I thought, of all people maybe you would understand."
"I do," his blue eyes meet her glance.
"I thought I could just drink enough to make myself feel better."
"That isn't really how it works."
"Prove it," she pulls out a bottle of whiskey of a shelf in his kitchen.
"I am not going to do that," he shakes his head.
"Why? Because you're too chicken?"
"May, I am not going to get inebriated so that you will feel better about the situation you're in."
He cracks open a bottle of water, and puts it on the counter in front of her.
"Are you okay? You look exhausted."
"I'm not okay, Buck. I've screwed everything up."
"Whatever it is, can't be that bad."
"Well, it is easy for you to say that, because your mother isn't Sergeant Grant."
"How bad can it be?"
"I've been so reckless lately. I was accused of being too prudent about my decision making. My friends think I'm not fun because I'm too scared about what the consequences might be."
"So, you've been joy-riding, or skipping class, or what?"
"No."
"Have you been drinking again?"
"No."
"Doing drugs?"
"No. I've just been on such a self-destructive path, and now I am reaping the consequences."
"What are you talking about?"
"Buck, I'm pregnant."
"What?! May, you're joking, right?"
"No. I wish that I was."
"You don't have to be."
"I know that. I don't know what to do. I don't even know what to think."
"Why are you here? Are you asking me for my help?"
"I didn't know who else to ask."
"Because I've made so many stupid decisions in my life?"
"You have gotten yourself out of a lot of sticky situations."
"I can't tell you what to do. I'll be in your corner, though, no matter what you decide."
"I just couldn't keep this to myself any longer. I didn't know who else I could trust."
"May, how long have you known?"
"Too long."
He pushes the bottle of water in her direction, "How long?"
"Three months."
"What?! You've kept this to yourself for months?"
"I just need someone to tell me what to do. I don't know what to do. I'm not ready to be anyone's mom."
"Then don't be."
"I've waited too long for this to be something that I can address easily."
"May what do you want?"
The tears stream down her face, "I don't know. I just know I can't hide all of it much longer. My mom already knows that there is something off with me. It's only a matter of time until she figures it out."
"What about the guy? What did he say?"
"I'm worried about what he's going to say."
"Because he's immature?"
"No because he was very drunk, and I put him in a really awkward position."
"I think this will really sober up his outlook on things."
Long after the grill has gone off some of the folks from the 118 linger in Bobby, and Athena's backyard. Hen, and Karen say their goodbyes. Buck sits in a lawn chair drowning his sorrows. Without a word May clears the table in front of him. She takes his glasses into the kitchen. She finds her mother standing in front of the sink.
"Should I drive him home?"
"I can take him."
"I don't mind. His apartment is only a couple of blocks from campus. It makes more sense than you having to get a ride home. You were my ride. I can certainly walk two and a half blocks back to campus in the middle of broad daylight. Having him passed out on the couch drooling, and reeking of booze could be a huge trigger for Bobby."
"I'll help you get him to the car."
May leads Buck into his apartment. She manages to guide him to his couch. He gently pats her hand.
"Thanks, Kid. I owe you one."
She growls, "I'm not a kid! I'm an adult."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to strike a nerve."
"Would a kid do this?" She kisses him.