#Lisa Davis whump

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growing sideways

growing sideways https://ift.tt/zU0DQwt by Jcampky Castiel is years past healing from a mental breakdown that landed him in the hospital for several months, until a certain green-eyed heartbreaker somehow strolls back into his life and starts to bleed into every aspect of Cas' life that apparently wasn't as stable as he thought. Dean's just looking for safety; relief from the oppressive weight of his depression when he stumbles across a kind and genuine college student who just doesn't want to feel lonely anymore. Sam wants more than the complicated relationship he has with his brother, but after years of abuse and misunderstandings he's afraid that he and Dean will never be able to move past the things that tore them apart in the first place. Gabe wasn't trying to make things difficult for Castiel, but unfortunately Cas has the worst taste in men and in his defense, Dean is nothing like what Gabe was picturing. Words: 4912, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Lisa Braeden, Ben Braeden, Mick Davies, Bobby Singer, Karen Singer Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Other(s), Castiel/Mick Davies, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Mental Health Patient Castiel (Supernatural), Flashbacks, Castiel Has OCD (Supernatural), POV Alternating, Hurt Dean Winchester, Sex Worker Dean Winchester, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Dean Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, I think this qualifies as whump for everyone involved, Therapy, Abusive John Winchester, Dead John Winchester, Medication, Mental Health Issues, Suicidal Dean Winchester, Panic Attacks, Child Abuse, Sam Winchester is Not a Winchester, Adoptive Parent Bobby Singer, Good Parent Bobby Singer, Construction Worker Dean Winchester, Protective Gabriel (Supernatural), Grief/Mourning, Consent Issues, Abuse Outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Mental Breakdown, Second Chances, Cheating, It's Not Cut and Dry Cheating tho, Dean Winchester Makes Bad Decisions, Traumatized Dean Winchester, Sex Addiction, Rape Aftermath, Rape Recovery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Incest via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/XKeaM53 March 30, 2023 at 01:46PM

[chicgeekgirl89]

A Little Bit Broken: Chap. 10- Let the Sun Shine

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Lisa Davis, Sonny Quinn, Eric Blackburn, Clay Spenser, Ray Perry, Trent Sawyer, Brock Reynolds, Jason Hayes

Summary: Lisa and Eric take an unplanned walk through the desert.

Read Chapters 1-9 Here (All one-shots)

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“Totally flat,” Eric said from where he crouched, inspecting the truck tire. “D’you find the spare?”

“I found it, but you’re not going to be happy,” Lisa called from the back of the vehicle, holding up the donut which was also sporting a big hole. 

“Well that’s not great,” he said. 

Lisa smiled. Eric Blackburn had to be the most level-headed, calm person she’d ever known. If it were any one of the other guys out here with her they’d be swearing up a storm, kicking the dirt, and vowing vengeance on whatever maintenance guy had left them alone in the desert with not just one, but two flat tires.

Instead, Eric just got to his feet and reached for his radio. “I’ll call it in and have them send somebody out.”

It had been a simple errand, a quick supply run through the safe zone and back in time for a briefing in the evening. They’d both needed some time away from the base so when Eric volunteered to make the trip Lisa had jumped at the chance to go with him. “Havoc this is Blackburn, how copy?” Eric asked.

Static. Eric frowned. “Havoc Base this is Lieutenant Commander Eric Blackburn, do you copy?”

Again nothing but static. “Are you serious?” Lisa asked incredulously. A flat tire was one thing, a broken radio on top of it was verging on unbelievable. 

Eric turned the radio off and back on again with the same result. “Try yours?” he asked.

She handed it over and he tried again with the same results. “Either we’re out of range or something’s interfering,” he finally said. He put his hands on his hips and thought for a second. “Well okay then.” He grabbed his pack from the truck and handed Lisa hers. “I guess we’re going on a little walk.”

“I cannot believe this is happening,” Lisa said falling in step beside him.

“Sometimes on the battlefield you have to deal with the unexpected,” Eric said.

She spared a second to narrow her eyes at him. “We’re not on the battlefield. We’re running an errand. A simple, easy errand.”

“And sometimes when you run errands, things don’t go according to plan.” Eric clearly wasn’t going to let the fact that they were walking alone through the desert in the heat of the day get to him. “They’ll send somebody out when we don’t check in on time.” He looked at his watch. “Probably meet ‘em about halfway back.”

Halfway back. So a good, two hour walk through the blazing hot desert, and that was if they walked at a brisk pace. Delightful.

They spent the first hour chatting companionably, as much as their quick pace would allow. Both of them were sweating, the heat and uneven terrain requiring a lot of their attention. “We’re making good time. Should meet up with whoever they send out in about an hour or two, depending on when they leave,” Eric said encouragingly.

“And how long if they don’t send somebody?” She was panting a little bit, trying her best not to stumble and fall on her face in the sand.

“They’ll send somebody,” Eric assured her. “Come on Davis, we’ve been through worse than this.”

“Yeah but usually there’s air conditioning on our end of things,” she said with a smile, pulling at the neck of her uniform. 

Her body felt too warm, her throat dry, her eyes gritty with sand. “Drink,” Eric said, pulling out his own canteen.

She did. It was only half full and the water inside was tepid, but she took a couple sips. “They guys are never going to let us forget this,” she said, working hard to put one foot in front of the other.

“Oh don’t I know it,” Eric said. “Sonny’s going to be all over this. I think I’ll take a vacation until he does something stupid that I can hold over his head.”

Lisa let out a snort of laughter. Sonny would certainly be the most likely to remind them of this incident every chance he got. Clay a close second. Those two thought they were one half of the Marx brothers sometimes.

“I feel like I understand him a little better now,” she said. “He’s right, the desert does kind of suck.”

Eric shrugged. “Depends on your point of view.”

“My point of view is that we’re dragging our butts through a pile of sand at noon because of a series of crazy unfortunate events.”

“Well in that case I can see your point.”

Their conversation came to an end as they continued to trudge onward. It was too hot to talk, or even think. Lisa found her mind drifting and then sort of going empty, all her energy going to putting one foot in front of the next. 

“Don’t forget to drink,” Eric reminded her again and she opened her canteen for another sip only to find it was nearly gone. There were maybe two swallows of lukewarm liquid left inside. “I’m getting low,” she said.

“Me too,” he said a little grimly, checking his watch again.

“We should have met someone by now right?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yep.”

She knew they were both trying not to think about what that meant. Arrivals and departures at the base were carefully monitored. For them to still be on their own meant something had to have gone wrong either at the base or with the search party. “Maybe I estimated wrong,” Eric said, but he didn’t sound convinced.

They lapsed into silence once more. Lisa found she was no longer sweating and her throat felt thick and dry. Walking seemed like a huge chore and she was struggling to focus. She was just so damn hot.

Without even thinking she slowed to a stop. Her legs no longer seemed capable of moving. “Lisa?” Eric realized she wasn’t alongside him anymore and turned back. “You all right?”

Her head was swimming and she leaned over to vomit up watery bile. She wiped a shaky hand across her mouth and felt Eric come alongside her, sliding an arm under her shoulder for support. “Come on Davis. We gotta keep going.”

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“Ain’t like either of ‘em to be late,” Sonny said, looking at the door for the hundredth time in the last twenty minutes.

“Maybe they’re still dealing with the outage,” Ray said, arms crossed across his chest.

A massive power outage had taken down half the base for several hours and left everyone scrambling for back-up generators and supplies. The power had only been restored thirty minutes prior and the room was still stuffy from the air conditioning’s little break. Sonny checked his watch. The whole team was assembled for a briefing on a new target package but Lisa and Eric still hadn’t shown.

“Anybody seen them today?” Clay asked.

“They were going outside the wire last I knew,” Trent said. “That was earlier this morning though.”

“Does anybody know if they came back?” Jason demanded.

There was silence in the room. Jason reached for his radio and within minutes it became clear that trouble was brewing. “Gate crew has no record of them coming back,” Jason said when he rang off. “Is it possible they slipped in while the power was out and no one recorded it?” Ray asked.

But they all knew that if that was the case, their teammates would be in the room with them right now.

Sonny was rising out of his seat, the rest of the group doing the same. Hours. They had been missing for hours and no one had known. “Ray get transpo alerted that we’re coming. We’re out of here in five,” Jason ordered.

It took less than that for them to arrive at the vehicle pool and they were loading into the trucks when there was a shout from the gate. Sonny paused as they opened and two lone figures stumbled inside. His heart lurched and he immediately broke into a run, the rest of the guys right behind him.

Sonny reached them first. “Take her,” Blackburn said hoarsely.

Sonny grabbed Lisa, whose body was almost completely limp, and lowered her to the ground. “Lisa, Lisa, hey wake up,” he urged.

She moaned, her eyelids fluttering up and down.

“Hey sit down,” Jason told Eric.

“It was a flat tire,” Eric said, his voice raspy. “The spare was bad too. And something happened with the radio.”

“Okay, we’ve got you,” Trent said, coming to Sonny’s side. “I need ice packs, wet towels, whatever we’ve got. They both need to be cooled off now.”

Clay and Brock tore away from the group at a dead run. “Sonny,” Lisa muttered, her hands fluttering aimlessly.

He caught one, his fear jolting through him when he touched her heated skin. He hadn’t known people could feel this hot. Trent began to loosen her clothing and ordered Blackburn to do the same, Jason taking over when Eric’s fingers fumbled fruitlessly with his buttons. Within thirty seconds they were both stripped down to their undergarments. 

Clay and Brock returned in an impressively short time, handing over a dozen ice packs that Trent immediately began packing into Lisa’s armpits and groin, adding another to her forehead before jumping to Eric and laying him out to do the same, despite his protests.

Base medical arrived with stretchers and other supplies, forcing the guys to pull back as their teammates were bundled off to the infirmary. “Shit,” Jason muttered, shaking his head and running a hand over his face. “God damn it. I want to know how this happened. Now!”

“I’m on it,” Ray said tersely, stalking away toward the gate.

This had been a huge fuck up and Sonny felt sick thinking about what could have happened to their teammates alone outside the wire. The reality was bad enough, but his imagination was doing so much worse. “Hey,” Clay clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Come on.”

He followed the boys to the infirmary. Lisa had been taken back behind a curtain but Eric sat on a bed near the entrance, two IV’s stuck in his arm, his face sunburnt and exhausted. “How you doing?” Jason asked, all of them a little solemn.

“I’ve been better,” he admitted. “What the hell guys?”

“There was a power outage while you were gone,” Trent said. “Nobody realized you hadn’t checked in.”

Eric let out a humorless laugh. “Well don’t that beat all. Who the hell did we piss off upstairs for all this to happen?”

“Sometimes that’s just the way it goes,” Clay said. 

“Well thank god it doesn’t happen very often,” he said. “Any word on Davis yet?”

Sonny shook his head. “Still waiting.”

Blackburn sighed. “I shoulda made her drink more water. It was just so damn hot and she’s so tiny. Damn it all to hell.”

“Hey,” Ray said. “Davis is a tough lady. She’ll be all right.”

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Lisa’s head felt fuzzy and her throat hurt so much she was afraid to even try to swallow. She was vaguely aware that she was drifting in and out of full consciousness. She suspected maybe she didn’t really want to completely wake up and face reality at all because if she remembered right, she and Eric were stuck in the desert with no hope in sight. 

“I told you the fucking desert was going to kill one of us sooner or later.”

Except that was Sonny’s voice. So unless she was hallucinating, which wasn’t unlikely given the situation, maybe they weren’t in the desert after all?

She cracked one gritty eye open and recognized the ceiling of the infirmary, relief crashing over her so quickly she felt tears prick her eyes. They’d made it. Or maybe they’d been rescued? She was a little fuzzy on the details.

“She waking up?” That was Clay’s voice.

Perfect. Just what she wanted. To wake up with the whole team staring down at her. “Davis?” Sonny’s voice was closer now and she could hear worry coloring it.

Reluctantly she opened up both eyes to indeed find the entire team staring at her in clear worry. “Howdy boys. What brings you to this neck of the woods?” she rasped, wincing as the words scraped out of her raw throat.

“Just the fact that you and Blackburn decided to take a walk on the wild side,” Jason said. 

Lisa pushed herself upright, ignoring her throbbing head and stiff body. “Is Eric all right?”

“Eric’s just fine,” Blackburn said, as he joined them. He was walking a little stiffly and it was going to take time for that sunburn to fade, but other than that he looked all right. “Rehydrated and officially okay for duty. The question is, how are you?”

“Fine,” she said, ignoring the sick feeling in her stomach, the pounding in her head, and the tightness in her sunburnt skin that made it feel like old leather. “Totally good. No need for you all to stick around and watch me sit here.”

After a little more chit chat the guys left to continue their briefing with her assurances that she’d join them shortly. But it turned out that she was maybe a little less fine than she’d thought. When she was visited by the doctor he wasn’t happy at all. Her blood pressure wasn’t where he wanted it and her temperature hadn’t come down enough for his liking so it turned out that instead of rejoining the team, she was going to spend the night in the infirmary. Perfect.

But she had to admit, she did feel pretty terrible. The thought of getting off the bed made her head pound harder and her stomach turn.

It was after 10:00, the lights had been turned down low and she stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The curtain was pulled aside and Sonny slipped in. “Hey,” she said in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to come back. They’d been keeping things extra professional in country, which it had been harder than she’d thought.

“How are you really?” he said, his voice low, eyes serious as he studied her. 

“I’m fine.”

“Lisa.”

She closed her eyes. “I’m hurting. But I’ll be okay.”

“Why are they keeping you in here?”

“My blood pressure and temp. And I’m still dehydrated.”

He nodded, processing the information. “You know you’re already a looker. You didn’t need to go working on your tan.”

She smiled and then winced as her swollen lips split and pulled. “I’ll remember that next time.”

“Oh there ain’t going to be a next time,” Sonny said darkly. “You and Blackburn are only allowed outside with babysitters from now on. The team agreed on that.”

“That seems fair.”

There was the soft noise of a doctor or nurse bustling around nearby. “I should let you get some rest,” Sonny said.

She squeezed his hand. “Thanks for coming back.”

He leaned over and cupped her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to her hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[burn-myself-down]

Lisa Davis + Bravo Team in SEAL Team 3x12

[repulsivepangolin]

SEAL Team Whumptober 26/31 -Blackburn

No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD… Migraine | Concussion | Blindness

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“Blackburn… You okay?” Lisa asked as she entered the room and saw her boss sit on one of the chairs. He had his palms pressed against his eyes.

He sighed. “No, but it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Care to let me know what’s bothering you anyway?”

“Migraine.” Blackburn groaned, “Or a cluster headache, just started, haven’t figured it out yet.”

“I didn’t know you struggled with that…” she lowered her voice a bit, in case sound made it worse for him.

“A couple too many concussions way back in the day…” Blackburn sighed, “Catches up with you…”

“Anything you need?”

“Took some OTC pain meds, hoping they’ll work soon.” He sighed, “As long as Ray don’t wear that awful cologne of his, I’ll be okay…”

She nodded to herself, “Want me to find a glass of water and dim the lights until the guys come here?”

“Thank you…”

[random-fandom-whump]

SEAL Team S03E12

[theonlyonewhobelievedme]

SEAL Team Parallels: Siege Protocol/Fog of War x older episodes 

S-vest: 2.05 x 3.13

ISR footage: 1.20 x 3.13

hurt!Clayvis friendship: 2.18 x 3.12

[the-wandering-whumper]

Not sure if you've heard, but there was some DELIGHTFUL whump on SEAL Team last night. Lisa Davis got hit in the head with the butt of a rifle and then nearly passed out while putting up satellite feed and had to be caught and treated. It was literally every whumpy dream I have for this show coming true plus she's part of a ship and the guy was alllll kinds of concerned about it. Just had to share!!

I did hear! Only I’ve been so busy working 12 hour days right now i haven’t had time to watch it!! It’s killing me! 😂

[cookieswriting]

Make This Right (SEAL Team)

Fandom: SEAL Team Prompt: Falling from a Great Height Characters: Clay Spenser, BRAVO Team

((The physical whump doesn’t come til next chapter, but there’s some emotional whump here for ya hehe))

“Figures that the cake-eaters are sending us out yet again, before we even get a chance to breathe,” Ray muttered, eyes flicking over to Sonny as they all started packing their equipment.

Clay watched the team silently for a moment, feeling the weight of the world press down on his shoulders.  A nagging voice in the back of his mind accused that this latest spin-up is on him...because his father leaked more information about DEVGRU missions, and once again implied that he’d gotten it from his son.  Since they’d found out - particularly since they’d gotten word immediately after of their new mission - Bravo had been short and biting with him.  Trent and Brock hadn’t spoken a word to him, Sonny hadn’t really said much of substance to anyone considering he’d only been released from the hospital three hours prior to getting called back, and Jason hadn’t taken time to listen to him.  The Team Leader had cut him short when Clay’d attempted to defend his innocence, telling him that they hadn’t even gotten over Korea and didn’t need to be dealing with another issue so soon.

Still, the youngest team member hated the idea of spinning up with this tension between them.  “Hey, guys, I need to say something before we-”

“Unless it has to do with why the hell you didn’t follow us to the infirmary after we got Sonny out of that God-forsaken torpedo tube, now is not the time, Spenser.  Pack it up and let’s go.”

The sharp retort of his Master Chief startled him, Clay’s back straightening instinctively and emotions sliding from his face.  The entire team fell silent, their stares adding to the heaviness on the blonde’s back.  

“It’s no big deal, boss-man, we know he was too busy talkin’ to his daddy,” Sonny joked, coming into Clay’s cage to punch his shoulder as the rest of the team chuckled somewhat uneasily.  The Texan might as well have punched him, full force, in the gut...he’d never thought the team was bothered that he’d lingered after Sonny had been cleared out. Shock and helplessness had left him unsteady as they’d carried his teammate away, and he’d needed a moment to gather himself and process the fact that they hadn’t lost Sonny.  The orange cap had become something of an anchor in the week since that hellish day; he’d honestly found himself grateful that Sonny had yet to ask for it, the reminder that his family, his true family, was still intact.

And then his father had to ruin everything. Again.  He was going to lose his team, whether emotionally or by his removal, because of that asshole, and there was clearly nothing he would be able to say or do to stop it.

Lisa Davis watched the exchange from the doorway, and recognized the gravity of the moment...the potential that it had to break Bravo Team.  Clay was taking their words to heart, though she knew their reactions were borne of frustration towards the Brass for sending them out before Sonny could really recover from his traumatic incident and not towards Clay.  

After Sonny’s joke, the team fell back into tense silence and boarded the plane.  Clay set up his hammock as far back in the plane as he could. Davis noticed a familiar orange baseball cap tucked in his back pocket as he settled down and fell asleep, an attempt to avoid his teammates she was sure.

“Sonny, Jase,” Lisa called quietly once she was certain that he was actually sleeping.  She gestured for them to join her near the straps.  

“Hey Davis, what’s up?” Sonny drawled.  She hated how just his voice stirred emotions in her chest that they had yet to talk about - and wouldn’t be able to until they got back from whatever hell this latest mission was sure to bring.

“Are you pissed at Spenser?” Sonny’s face scrunched in confusion, and Jason rolled his eyes.

“Is this about what I said in the cages about the infirmary? I was pissed off about this whole fiasco, he was the easiest target to lash out at, kid knows not to take that shit to heart.”

“Yeah well he did,” Lisa snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.  “If any of you had bothered to pay attention to him, you might’ve noticed him completely shut down.”  The rest of the team started to gather, hearing the bite in her voice and realizing something was up.  “Starting with your comment about him not following to the infirmary,” she pointed at Jason first, then to Sonny.  “And then he really withdrew when you made the comment about his father.”

Sonny shook his head.  “Nah, I was just jokin’...”

“His father leaks a story about one of our missions and implies that Clay was his source before Korea...and apparently another story while you were out, which I’m sure he heard about as soon as you landed Stateside.”  Her gaze passed around the teammates, frustrated that none of them had picked up on their youngest teammate’s distress.  “He’s probably wrecked about it, and was looking to his team for support.  Instead he got accusations and snark about the very thing he’s afraid people think he’s guilty of.”

“We all know Ash is an asshole,” Ray insisted.  “Just like we all know that Clay would never betray us...he’s not his father…”

Lisa huffed.  Men. “Did anyone bother to let Clay know those things?  That you don’t believe his father like everyone else seems to?”  The lack of response was answer enough.  “That kid has spent his entire life in his father’s shadow, has spent his entire military career fighting to make the name Spenser mean something positive, but his old man has gotten in the way every single time he’s tried.  But with this new book, and these interviews where Ash is implicating his own son? The first time was easy enough to write off, but the second time not so much…” She shook her head.  “He is so used to people seeing the worst in him, seeing his father in him, and when he tried to make sure his team didn’t look at him like everyone else, you snapped at him and reinforced his belief.  Great teamwork there, boys.”  She turned to walk away from them, but stopped and spun back to Jason and Sonny.  “And as far as the infirmary shit is concerned, I wasn’t there, but I can tell how shaken he was by what happened in that sub.”  She turned her eyes to Sonny, who looked devastated himself.  “Even thinking his team has turned on him, he still holds on to your stupid lucky hat.  I haven’t seen him without it since you got home.”

Sonny’s flinch was somewhat satisfying.  Good, he needs to realize what’s going on with that kid.  “I...I just assumed it’d gotten left behind on the sub.”  Lisa gestured towards the other end of the plane.  Sonny turned and approached the blonde silently, clenching his jaw and sighing when he caught a glimpse of the hat in his brother’s back pocket.  He returned to the others with a fresh sense of dejection.  “Fuck.”

“You need to leave him be for now...but make this right,” she growled, staring down each and every man around her.  They all nodded solemnly, and dropped onto the bench seats silently, waiting for Spenser to wake up or for time to prepare for the mission.  Lisa left them to their thoughts and settled in to get some sleep herself.

[ao3feed-ncis]

EVEN THE STRONG NEED SAVING SOMETIMES...

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VJxOnQ

by Wendy98765

Domestic violence only happens to the weak right? Not to a strong tier one seal operator, a member of the best team his country had produced… Wrong, it happens to the isolated, the emotionally vulnerable… The desperate need to hide the shame, keeping it secret…

Words: 13829, Chapters: 13/?, Language: English

Fandoms: SEAL Team (TV), NCIS

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clay Spenser, Sonny Quinn, Anthony DiNozzo, Jethro Gibbs, Trent Sawyer, Brock Reynolds, Jason Hayes, Ray Perry, Cerberus (SEAL Team TV), Eric Blackburn, Lisa Davis, Chris Pacci, Abby Sciuto, Mandy Ellis, Captain Harrington (SEAL Team TV), Rocky Balboa, Derek (SEAL Team TV), OC Shaw, OC Nelson

Relationships: Clay Spencer/OC

Additional Tags: Domestic Violence, Angst, Bisexuality, References to Depression, Clay Spenser Whump, car bomb

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VJxOnQ

[chicgeekgirl89]

Begin Again: Chapter 1

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Lisa Davis, Sonny Quinn

Summary: After her brush with death, Lisa is a little less fine than she’d like to be. Takes place during and after “Siege Protocol.”

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Davis was hurt and Sonny could tell from her brusque manner and lack of eye contact that it hadn’t been some minor slip and fall on their way out of dodge. Something bad had happened at that safe house and not knowing was making his gut churn. “Hey, Blackburn.” He caught the commander’s attention. “What happened to Davis back there?”

“Run in with a rifle,” Eric said. “Things got hairy for a second. Coulda been a lot worse.”

Sonny tried not to think about what that might mean, death being one of the kindest options for an American woman captured in this part of the world. He wanted to check on her and make sure she was all right, but they were low on ammo and if he didn’t get together everything they had they were sitting ducks. Conversation was going to have to wait.

He was in the middle of counting mags when Jason bellowed for him, drawing him into the next room. The sight of Lisa being held up by Trent, blood dripping down her face turned his blood cold. “Everything okay?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm even as panic lanced through his gut.

“Yeah get this thing working,” Jason said gruffly, yanking down a cable from the ceiling as Trent pulled Lisa from the room, still protesting in true Lisa fashion.

Once again what he really wanted was to follow Trent and make sure Lisa was all right. She could have a fractured skull or even a brain bleed if the impact had been hard enough and they were still hours away from help. His hands slipped and the cable dropped to the floor. He dove after it with a scowl and mentally shook himself. The faster they got things up and running, the safer all of them would be. He needed to get it under control. 

Clay walked in moments later, looking better now that Trent had stapled him up and gotten a little morphine in him. “Davis all right?” Jason asked immediately.

Apparently Sonny wasn’t the only one who was worried. Davis was a vital member of their team, not to mention a friend. Jason would make Lisa a priority, no matter what else was going on and Sonny felt a rush of gratitude toward his boss.

“She keeps saying she’s fine but she looks a little out of it. Trent thinks it’s a concussion. He’s got her on a drip,” Clay said.

Sonny let himself breathe. It was the best possible scenario given the situation. A concussion they could deal with. It meant she was mobile and not in danger of bleeding out. She would be fine until they could get her home to a real doctor.

It was all too easy for Sonny to find an excuse to stay behind as Jason rounded up the team for Mandy’s goose chase. His reasoning was legitimate, they needed to get their ammo situation under control, but he would have stayed either way; he wasn’t leaving Lisa alone again.

Trent caught his arm before they pulled out. “Keep an eye on Davis. I put her on another drip but she’s probably not going to keep it in.”

Sonny nodded. “You got it.”

Sure enough the next time he saw her she was back to work, still fiddling with their tech, doing who knew what with it. His first attempt at conversation went over poorly. He couldn’t tell if it was because she was annoyed at him for hovering or because she was hurting and trying not to let on. So he decided to go for a more jovial approach.

He knocked before entering, trying not to spook her. “You know uh, typically we push the rifle barrel away with our hands and not our head.” 

It got him half a smile. Not what he was looking for. He decided to push his luck a little further. “Huh, you know I uh, I really wish I was there Davis. We had just gotten to the safe house ten minutes sooner…”

She shook her head. “That’s not your job. It’s on me to have my back.”

She was blaming herself, which was completely ridiculous. From what he’d gleaned from Blackburn and Mandy she’d practically dismantled their entire setup single handed. “Everybody’s gotta have their six covered from time to time.”

Her eyes went back to her screen without giving a response. “You gotta ease up on yourself,” he urged, stepping a little closer.

She looked up at him and the pain in her eyes knocked the air right out of his lungs. “You know, I thought I was gonna die Sonny. Right there on the floor.”

He touched her shoulder then cupped her face, thumb stroking gently at her hair. He couldn’t help it. She needed him right now and to be honest he felt a little unsteady himself. Thinking of her, lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood…he swallowed hard. “I swear to you, I woulda burnt this city to the ground.”

Blackburn returned and Sonny dropped his hand. His emotions were all tangled up again in a way he couldn’t quite deal with right now, but if he’d helped her even a little it was worth it. Maybe they could do this friend thing again after all. It clearly didn’t work to pretend they didn’t care. So maybe a little friendship now and again would ease the pain of losing each other.

Her head was throbbing, but it was nothing compared to her wounded ego. She had been the weak link today and she was furious about it. She’d let her guard drop for half a second and then had to be rescued like some helpless damsel in a children’s story. It was an image she’d worked hard to avoid her entire career and she could barely look at anyone for the shame and heat that flooded her at what they must be thinking. 

It didn’t help that every, single person who walked by did a double take and immediately started questioning her health and wellbeing. How many times did you have to say you were fine before people left you the hell alone? Apparently the answer was “a lot.” And they’d probably still bother you after that.

Her life hadn’t flashed before her eyes like some cliché movie or television show. There hadn’t been time for that. Instead she’d had exactly one thought, crystal clear and completely agonizing: Sonny. Just his name. And the feeling that she wished it had gone differently. And the desperate, panicked thought that she wished he would come through the door and save her.

Not that she was disappointed it had been Eric instead. She was grateful. But also embarrassed. All she wanted was to go home, take a long shower, and sleep for a week. But they weren’t out of the woods yet, not by a long shot, and god damn it she was going to get them out of this mess if it killed her.

Which it might. She was standing on a desk, reaching to try and get some cables connected when the world went grey and she felt her knees giving out. She was vaguely of aware of Jason catching her and pulling her down, but the only thought she was holding onto was that she had to get the Satcom up. They were blind without it. She wouldn’t be the weak link. Not again. Not ever.

“Breathe,” Jason ordered, and she tried, she really tried, but her heart was beating rapidly inside her chest and she was so incredibly dizzy she thought she might be sick.

She didn’t want to go with Trent, she wanted to stay and help, but apparently she didn’t have a choice in the matter. She stumbled along with him into the next room, his arms the only thing keeping her from pitching to the floor because her legs seemed to have completely turned to jelly. “Easy now,” he said, as she practically collapsed onto a bed.

Sitting helped. “I’m fine,” she told him as Clay got up from his own bed, concern written all over his face. She hated being on the receiving end of that look.

“Davis, what the hell happened?” Clay asked.

“I just—“ She felt bile rising up in her throat and clamped her lips shut, grabbing onto the bed frame to keep herself upright, trying to force the sick feeling away.

Trent checked her eyes, probed at the wound, and then he and Clay decided to tag team their interrogation which made her really snippy. She knew she was being rude and childish, but it was annoying as hell, especially when she was so mad at herself. She would have to apologize when they finally got out of here. 

The IV did help some and she managed to get upright in time to help the team prep to head out, but she still felt unsteady on her feet. “How are you?” Trent asked before he headed out.

“I’m good,” she said. Her head was a little light but her vision was fine and who wouldn’t be nauseous in a situation like this?

He didn’t buy it, grabbing her elbow and steering her back into the treatment room. “You need another bag.” He hooked her up and then fixed her with a stern look. “Don’t move until this is empty. I’m going to tell Blackburn I started you on a second drip.”

“Okay, fine,” Lisa said.

“You need to relax.”

“I’ll just pretend I’m at the spa.” She gave him a fake smile and the look he gave back to her said he didn’t believe it for a second.

She ripped out the IV as soon as he was gone. Nobody had told Clay he had to sit around even though the man had a chest full of staples. She felt fine enough and if she had to lie to Blackburn about it…well as long as she kept herself upright he would never know.

She settled in behind the computer, picking up right where she’d left off before Trent had dragged her away. It wasn’t a surprise that Sonny found her there. What was a surprise was how she felt about it. All she’d wanted was to be left alone to wallow and shove her feelings so deep inside there was no chance they’d ever come back out again.

But then he went and made her smile. When she’d been pretty sure nothing would ever make her smile again. That stupid, Sonny Quinn charm cut through the darkness and the eyes he turned on her were so tender, and she was hurting so bad, and she found all of her feelings about the day bubbling back up. 

“You know, I thought I was gonna die Sonny. Right there on the floor.” She felt tears building as she said the words, as she admitted to him, and him alone, how truly terrified she’d been. And when he touched her, oh god, all she wanted to was to fall weeping into his arms. She craved his strength, his steadiness, the sense of safety and belonging she felt with him. 

When Eric came back Sonny pulled away and they all went back to work. But a small kernel of hope settled inside her chest. Maybe, just maybe, she and Sonny could be friends again after all. 

[chicgeekgirl89]

Begin Again: Chapter 2

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Sonny Quinn, Lisa Davis

Read Chapter 1 Here

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By the time they landed they still had nothing and Lisa’s heart had started to really hammer inside her chest. They couldn’t lose Ray. The team would never make it without him. Not to mention how devastating it would be for Naima and the kids. 

They disembarked and went straight into Mandy’s office, still searching for anything useful. “God what are we going to do?” Lisa asked, rubbing her temple.

Mandy continued to click back and forth. “There’s got to be something here. There’s way more footage than we thought. We must have—“

She trailed off and stared at the screen, eyes wide with surprise. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Lisa leaned closer. “What is it?” 

When she finally saw what Mandy had spotted her heart sank. “Is that Vic?”

“He lied,” Mandy said, grabbing the laptop and getting to her feet. “He lied to the whole team.”

“And he was going to let Ray take the fall.” Lisa’s head was spinning. It was a relief, but also gut wrenching; a betrayal of all of them.

“We have to tell Eric,” Mandy said grimly. 

Eric’s face didn’t change when they showed him the footage, but Lisa could feel his anger and sadness. “What do you want to do?” she asked.

“Let’s take it to the team. Decision is their’s,” he said. 

She watched everyone’s faces as they played the footage, seeing on each of them the moment they realized what it meant. It wasn’t a surprise when Sonny nearly jumped across the table to strangle Vic, or that it took three of the guys to hold him back. This was the kind of wound that couldn’t be repaired.

“That was brutal,” Mandy said when they’d left the room to let the team decide Vic’s fate.

“Nothing worse than betraying your brothers,” Blackburn said with a shake of his head. “I’ve got paperwork to take care of. You two make sure to get a good night’s rest. You’ve earned it.”

“You all right?” Mandy asked when he had gone. “You look pale.”

Lisa swallowed, silently begging her stomach to stay in place as it churned in her gut. “Yeah I’m good. Just worried about the guys.”

Mandy nodded. “Well you should get some rest. I’ve got a couple calls I have to make.” She eyed her critically. “You sure you’re good?”

“Yes!” Lisa tried to play it off with a laugh. “Go make your calls. I’m going to stick around and make sure the guys are…as okay as they can be.”

Mandy seemed skeptical but left her alone. Lisa was grateful for some time to go lick her wounds privately. She walked to the armory and took up residence outside of Sonny’s cage, settling on the floor because she really didn’t think she could stay on her feet any longer. Her head went back to rest against the metal links and she closed her eyes, willing the nausea and dizziness to go away, along with the thundering headache. She just needed to relax for a little bit and then everything would be fine.

She must have drifted off for a second because she was startled awake by the guys trudging in. One look at their faces told her all she needed to know; Vic was no longer part of Bravo. And that was going to hurt for a long time. 

“Davis,” Clay said. “What are you still doing here?”

“Wanted to see if you guys needed anything,” she said from the floor, unable to make herself get to her feet. 

Ray’s eyes met hers briefly, jaw tight, steely resolve in his eyes. “We’re good,” he said. “Thank you. For what you found.”

She nodded. “Couldn’t stand to lose you.”

Everyone seemed eager to leave, packing up their gear and heading out without much conversation. She couldn’t blame them. All she wanted was to fall into her bed and forget about this entire mission.

“Time for you to go home killer,” Sonny said, offering her a hand.

He pulled her to her feet and she immediately staggered, breath catching in her throat as the world spun. She grabbed onto Sonny’s arm and felt his hands catch around her waist as she collapsed into him.

The next thing she knew, she was on the floor, Trent directly in her face. “Davis, hey, look at me. Do you know where you are?”

They were in transport right? Or maybe they were still in Caracas? “I—I don’t—“

She couldn’t remember. Oh god. She couldn’t remember. 

Well this had taken an even shittier turn of events. Sonny trudged with the boys back to the armory, his gut clenched so tightly it hurt. They’d never lost a brother like this before. Half of him wanted to tear the kid apart and the other half wanted to curl up in a corner and cry. He’d gotten used to having Vic around. Had even started what felt like a friendship. Seeing Ray rip his trident like that…Sonny shook his head. It royally fucking sucked.

Davis was propped up against his cage looking like death warmed over and it made Sonny feel just a tiny bit better to have her there. It felt normal again after a lot of months of weird.

“Time for you to go home killer,” Sonny said, pulling her up off the floor. Her face immediately drained of color and she grabbed his arm for support. His hands automatically went to her waist, catching her against his chest as she went completely limp. “Jase!”

Bravo One turned and saw the situation and then immediately caught the hallway door, yelling for Trent to come back. Sonny lowered Lisa to the ground, mindful of her head. Clay handed him a pack and he used it to prop her up a bit. “I’ll call for medical,” Ray said, reaching for the room phone as Trent returned and dropped to his knees.

He checked her airway and her pulse then rubbed her sternum fiercely until her eyes fluttered open. “Davis, hey, look at me, do you know where you are?” Trent asked.

“I—I don’t—“ She looked so scared and Sonny felt a wave of terror swamp over him.

“What’s your name?” Trent tried.

“Lisa.” Her face relaxed a little bit in relief.

“And what’s my name?”

“…Trent.” The answer was far too slow in coming for anybody’s liking.

“You know what year it is?”

That got nothing but a panicked stare. “Okay, it’s all right, just breathe. Help’s coming. We’re going to get you taken care of,” Trent said, keeping his voice calm even as his hands continued to move, loosening her clothes and checking her skull for any injuries he might have missed.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll just go home.” She tried to sit up and blanched.

Sonny and Clay each put a hand on her shoulders. “No you need a CT scan,” Trent said. “With these kinds of symptoms you could have a brain bleed.”

Base medical arrived at that moment, listening as Trent explained the incident and her symptoms.

Sonny wanted to follow them as they left, but once again there was still work to be done. Things had to be put away right or it would mess up the whole team. 

He worked as fast as he could and it still took him over an hour to get to the base hospital. The team had spent so much time there over the years that the doctors and nurses knew them all by name. Monica was behind the desk. “What is it Quinn? You get in another dust up?”

“Not me this time,” Sonny told her. “Lisa Davis. She still here?”

She consulted her computer and nodded. “Down that way. Sawyer’s in there with her.”

He wandered down the hall until he found the room. Lisa was asleep, Trent scrolling through his phone by her bed. “Just wanted to check in. How’s she doing?” Sonny asked quietly, his eyes glued to her pale face.

“Better now. They gave her some fluids so she was more lucid before she fell asleep. Said she threw up on the way home but didn’t want to make trouble.”

Sonny felt a shiver go down his spine. She’d been hiding this from them and he didn’t want to think about what could have happened if she’d headed home without further treatment. “She uh, she gonna be all right?”

Trent nodded. “CT just came back. She’s got a pretty severe concussion, but no skull fracture or bleeding. They’re going to release her in a little bit.”

“That’s good. I can wait with her if you want to go. You got life to get back to.”

Trent looked hesitant. “She’s going to need someone to go home with her. She can’t be alone with such a severe concussion.”

“I’ll watch her,” Sonny said. “I don’t mind.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah it’s not a problem.”

It was a huge problem. Lisa might kill him for getting in her business. But he wouldn’t sleep tonight anyway without knowing if she was okay. Might as well keep her company while he did it.

If Trent suspected anything he didn’t show it as he stood. “I’ll have my phone on. Call if there’s any issues. Anytime.”

“Yeah, will do.”

[chicgeekgirl89]

The Shituation: Chapter 5

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Lisa Davis, Sonny Quinn, Jason Hayes, Clay Spenser, Eric Blackburn, Trent Sawyer, Brock Reynolds, Ray Perry, Cerberus

Read Chapters 1-4 Here

Shituation: A situation that is already very bad and then goes to shit.

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She felt like shit. Like really, really bad shit. Like she’d never felt this bad in her life, shit. Her mouth was dry, her body was on fire, her head ached, and it felt like her limbs weighed a hundred pounds each. She was also freezing. And tired. God damn it she felt like shit.

She could sense movement around her and felt like she should probably figure out what was going on since her brain had apparently turned to mush. She had no idea what year it was let alone what day it was or where the hell she’d ended up.

Forcing her eyes open she found herself squinting up at a tile ceiling that was probably full of asbestos. Her hair was tickling her face and although that seemed to be the least of her problems she really wanted it to stop. Trying to lift a hand got her nowhere so instead she turned her head to the side and immediately locked eyes with none other than Sonny Quinn. 

Her memory came flooding back immediately and with it complete and utter panic. Her heart began to pound and she struggled to sit up. “Clay,” she croaked desperately.

“Hey, hey, relax,” Sonny said, reaching out a hand to grip her arm in reassurance. “You’re safe. We’re all safe. Clay’s fine, okay?”

She swallowed a couple times, trying to get her bearings. Tears sprang to her eyes, which was incredibly embarrassing, but everything hurt so much and she was tired and scared and she never, ever wanted to do something like that again.

Sonny’s hand moved to hold hers and he stroked his thumb back and forth comfortingly, letting her cry. “Is it—“ She couldn’t find the right words to ask what she needed to know. “Am I—?”

“You’re all right,” he said quickly. “Lost a lot of blood, gave us all a scare, but the docs say you’re going to be just fine.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “Okay.”

The world was growing dark, her eyes heavy, but panic flared through her and she gripped Sonny’s hand tightly. “Don’t leave,” she said. She didn’t want to be alone. 

“Got nowhere else to be.” He pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

The next couple days were a blur of pain and exhaustion, but every time she woke up, Sonny was there. His steady presence at her bedside kept her grounded when she woke up terrified, her body apparently locked in a permanent state of fight for the time being.

It was three days later that she woke up and actually felt a little more like herself. As usual, Sonny was sitting right beside her, his boots propped up on the edge of her bed while he read a worn paperback. “Devil’s Desire?” she said with a smile. “I kind of figured you for more of a thriller or western guy.”

“Not a lot of choice in the hospital waiting room. So I’m learning about something new,” he said. “For example, there are many more ways to refer to a man’s private parts than I ever knew. Which is saying something. Also I need to work on my wooing. Women like wooing. And swooning.”

“Well that’s true, we do all love a good swoon every now and then.” She wanted to sit up more and struggled against all the tubes and wires that still connected her body to the machines by her bed. 

“Here.” Sonny pressed a button and the bed slowly moved into a more upright position. “Better?”

“Yeah, thanks.” She shifted until she was comfortable. “You have been like…showering and going to the bathroom right?”

“Are you saying you don’t want my company in here?”

“No! I just feel a little bad that you’ve been sleeping in that chair for the last couple nights.”

“Believe me, this is not even close to the worst place I’ve slept. Sometime I’ll tell you about Bahrain. Now that was a bad night. Although,” he cleared his throat, “honestly, the first couple nights when you were so out of it weren’t that great either.”

Lisa opened her mouth to respond, but there was a knock on the door and Jason poked his head in. “Hey, you’re awake! Feel like having some visitors?”

“Only if you brought beer,” she said with a grin.

Ray came in holding a paper bag. “How does ice cream sound instead?”

She nodded. “I will accept that for now.”

Trent and Brock were there too and her eyes landed on the quietest Bravo man. “I hear I owe you an extra thank you,” she said, her throat going a little tight. Sonny had filled her in on what had happened. She knew Jason had made an impossible choice and Brock had stepped up to make sure they all got out alive. 

“Couldn’t go home without the best member of the team,” he said softly.

“Aw, thanks Brock. That’s so nice.” Clay rolled himself through the doorway to much clamor from the team.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” Lisa asked.

“Nah,” he said with a grin. “Threw a bandaid on it and I’m good. How are you?”

“Great,” she said. “I might never wear a bikini again, but other than that I’m good.”

That was a partial lie and both she and Sonny knew it, but she ignored his pointed look. Every single one of her boys was looking at her for reassurance that she was going to be okay and she would give it to them. They had saved her life, she owed them that much. Who cared if she still couldn’t stand up without help or that breathing hurt like hell?

They stayed for a bit chatting and ribbing on each other and her until a nurse came and scolded Clay for leaving his room, then broke up the party. “Sonny,” Jason said as the team moved out, “give us a minute?”

Sonny’s eyes slid to hers and she nodded. “I’ll just go get a coffee or…whatever the hospital says is coffee,” he said.

Lisa knew that look on Jason’s face. “If you’re about to apologize you don’t need to,” she said before he could even get a word out. “It was my choice to go.”

“But it’s my responsibility to get my team back in one piece. And I’m sorry I didn’t do that,” Jason said. 

“Jason, I’m going to be fine,” she said. 

“I know,” he said with a nod. “I know you are. I just want you to understand how important you are to us, Davis. You’re family. Not just our family, you’re my family. We couldn’t do what we do without you. And I was proud of every, single thing you did out there.”

Warmth flooded her chest and she smiled. “Thanks,” she said.

He looked a little hesitant and she waited for what was coming next. “I’m sure Sonny told you about Clay and the reason Brock had to donate to you.”

She was already shaking her head. “It was a terrible choice Jason. You made the right call. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

“Yeah well, it might have been the right call but that didn’t mean I liked making it.”

“We all got out of there Jason. Whatever happened, it was the way it was meant to be.”

He still looked a little unsettled. It would be a long time before any of them got past this one. “You call if you need anything,” he told her. “I mean it, anything at all.”

“I will. Give the kids a hug for me okay?”

“You got it.”

He left and moments later Sonny came back, two cups of coffee hand. “Is it safe in here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Not if you’re here it’s not.”

“Well I’ll just take this delicious hospital coffee back to the cafeteria then.”

“Nope. Hand it over. I almost died, I deserve coffee.”

“Hell yeah you do.” He settled back into his chair. “You make Jason promise you a raise?”

She snorted. “It’s not his fault Sonny. It’s not anybody’s fault.”

“Oh it’s somebody’s fault but they’re mostly dead now so I can live with it,” he grunted.

He sobered a bit. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You did you know. Almost die out there. And it kinda…” he swallowed, “I almost lost my two best friends. Both of you just gone. Guess that doesn’t sit too well with me.”

“Yeah me neither.”

He cocked his head to the side. “You doing all right? Like, mentally I mean?”

“You’re the one who’s sat through three nights of panic attacks so you tell me.”

He looked stricken so she reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly. “I’ll be all right Sonny. You’ve already made this shituation a lot less shitty. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been here the last couple days. It’s going to take a while. But I’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Well I’ll be here,” he said gruffly. “For all of it.”

She looked down at their still entwined hands and felt a little nudge of something in her heart. She replayed the last few days, every touch he’d given her, every time she’d woken up to find him there beside her, the quiet words he’d whispered in the night when she was shaking from nightmare after nightmare. She and Sonny were pretty close, but there were certain lines they’d never crossed. Lines that had seemed to disappear a little bit lately. And she was kind of okay with it.

“Good,” she told him with a smile. “I’d like that a lot.”

[chicgeekgirl89]

The Shituation: Chap. 3

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Lisa Davis, Sonny Quinn, Jason Hayes, Clay Spenser, Eric Blackburn, Trent Sawyer, Brock Reynolds, Ray Perry, Cerberus

Read Chapters 1 and 2 Here

Shituation: A situation that is already very bad and then goes to shit.

“We got trouble!” Ray yelled.

Everyone’s guns went up and Lisa was shoved toward the back of the cave as there was a loud bang and smoke filled the room. Her eyes immediately began to water and she choked as gunfire erupted around her.

“Get down!” Sonny pushed her to the floor, his hand heavy on her back. 

It was chaos and terror and she had no idea how they were going to survive when she couldn’t even see six inches in front of her. 

“Take Davis and go!” Jason yelled from somewhere next to her and the next thing she knew Sonny had grabbed her arm and was pulling her toward the back of the cave and through a tunnel.

The air was clearer in the tunnel but her lungs and throat still burned. Sonny finally stopped, pressing her into a shadowy spot. “Stay here,” he ordered, handing her one of his backup weapons. “Shoot anything that isn’t us.”

With that he was gone. She put her hands on her knees and bent double trying to catch her breath, panting against a stitch in her side. Seconds later Trent barreled into the space dragging Clay with him, Ray right on their tail. Trent lowered Clay to the floor where he groaned, his eyes closed.

His face had gone pale and Lisa realized there was blood, a lot of it, seeping through the bandages. Ray took up a defensive position at the tunnel entrance as Trent hit his knees. “Davis, I need your help,” he said and Lisa moved on shaky legs to do what he asked. “The bullet must have moved and nicked an artery. If we don’t get this stopped he’s going to bleed out.”

She nodded. Trent handed her a wad of gauze. “Put pressure on it. Hard as you can.”

She pressed her hands to Clay’s leg with her entire body weight as Trent prepped another transfusion. Blood soaked through the gauze almost immediately and Trent handed her more which grew equally red. Lisa swallowed back bile as she grabbed a third wad. The bleeding wasn’t stopping. Clay was going to die in here, all because he���d been protecting her.

Trent got a transfusion going and then took another look at the wound. “It’s a little better,” he told her, but his eyes said it still wasn’t great. “How you doing Clay?”

There was no response and Trent looked up to find Clay’s eyes closed, his head lolling to the side. “Clay! Hey! Wake up!” 

The rest of the group had made it into the new cave looking a little worse for the wear, but without any other serious injuries to report. Jason was barking at Blackburn through the comms while Brock and Sonny reloaded what little ammo they had left and Ray kept an eye on the tunnel.

Clay moaned and then his eyes opened a crack. “Hey,” Trent said. “That’s it. Look at me. Hey!” He cupped Clay’s cheek and tapped it roughly. “Clay, look at me. Do you know where you are?”

Clay nodded sluggishly. “Good. Don’t go to sleep okay?” Trent said. “How bad’s the pain?”

“It’s not bad,” Clay said, but his hands were clenched into fists and Lisa didn’t believe him for a second.

“I can’t give you anymore morphine right now. Just try to ride it out,” Trent told him.

“Sonny?” Clay croaked.

“Yeah, what’s up buddy?” Sonny asked, still shoving ammo into his gun.

“What do you call it,” Clay coughed a little, “when the shituation gets even worse?”

“Jason’s fault,” Sonny said immediately causing him to crack a smile.

“You can let go,” Trent said to Lisa. “I got it.”

Lisa let him take over and stood, trying to stretch out the cramp that was still in her side. The world tilted a little and she reached out a hand to touch the wall. The adrenaline rush was making her dizzy. “Davis? You all right?” Sonny asked.

“Yeah.” She forced a smile. “Yeah, just need to catch my breath for a second.”

That seemed easier said than done. She sucked in one and then another, the world getting progressively less stable. The stitch in her side felt even worse than before and she pressed a shaky hand against it, trying once more to ease the pain.

“Lisa,” Sonny came to his feet, moving toward her. “You’re bleeding.”

“What? No,” she said quickly, looking down at her hands. “No that’s Clay’s blood.”

“Lisa, hey, look at me,” Sonny said gently. “I need you to sit down.”

“What?” He must be confused. She wasn’t bleeding. She was okay. It was Clay who was bleeding. “No, Sonny I’m fine.”

“Listen to me, sit down right here, okay?”

He guided her to floor and she suddenly found that this seemed like a great idea after all, because her legs felt strange. And she was tired. Really tired. “Trent!” Sonny yelled the man’s name loudly, making her flinch. Why was he yelling for Trent? Clay needed him, he was bleeding.

She felt dizzy. Why did Sonny look so worried? She knew him and there was real panic in his eyes as Trent left Clay and came to them. “She’s hit,” Sonny said tightly.

“What?” Trent’s voice was sharp and he immediately began unstrapping her vest. “Help me get her out of this.”

“No, I’m okay,” she said as they pulled and tugged. She could take off her own vest. But even as she reached for the straps she found her fingers didn’t seem to work quite like normal.

Her thoughts were becoming hazy, like she couldn’t quite grasp them. She was fine. She should tell them she was fine and that they should take care of Clay.

Within seconds they had stripped her down to her t-shirt. Sonny eased her back so she was lying on the ground and that was when she began to really feel it. The stitch in her side was on fire. She gasped. “Oh god.”

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Lisa looked pale and shaky and it had him worried. Even if she was combat trained, it wasn’t like she did this on the regular. They’d asked a heck of lot of her today and it wasn’t over yet. “Davis? You all right?”

She smiled at him. “Yeah. Yeah just need to catch my breath for a second.” She pressed a hand to her side and that was when he saw the blood dripping onto the floor. “Lisa, you’re bleeding.” His stomach lurched and he automatically reached for her, even as she protested. She didn’t know. Probably hadn’t even really felt it yet, too much adrenaline running through her system.

“Lisa, hey, look at me. I need you to sit down.” He tried to keep his voice calm as he took her arm and helped her to the floor. He didn’t want her to know that he was panicking, because god almighty she’d been shot and was bleeding and it was all their fault. “Trent!”

She looked confused and that scared him even more. “She’s hit,” he said as Trent knelt beside him.

“What?” Trent’s eyebrows shot up and he immediately stripped off the gloves he’d been wearing, pulling on a fresh pair before reaching for the straps on her vest. “Help me get her out of this.”

Sonny pulled at the velcro, working as fast as he could to get it off her body. She groaned as they pulled it off and Sonny’s heart stopped when he saw the dark stain spreading across her shirt.

“Trent, what’s the situation?” Jason asked, his eyes still trained on the small opening into their cavern, waiting for the bad guys who were sure to catch up eventually.

Trent cut it into Lisa’s shirt, ripping it apart to expose her abdomen. The bullet had traveled upward, lodging just above her hip. “It must have been a ricochet off the floor,” he said.

The angle had allowed it to slip under the bottom of her vest, evading the kevlar’s protection. It was an improbable shot. One that should never have happened.

The rest of the team had taken notice, the nervous energy in the air ratcheting up several notches.

“Is she all right?” Clay asked, trying to sit up and see what was going on.

“You stay down!” Trent barked. Lisa moaned as he probed at the wound, blood flowing at an even faster rate.

“Sonny!” Lisa gasped, reaching blindly for him.

“I’m right here,” he said, grabbing her hand. “We’re all right here. You got the whole team with you okay?”

Trent was working rapidly grabbing gauze, bandages, and antiseptic. Lisa tensed, her eyes squeezed shut in pain. Sonny wished they could go back to five minutes ago when she hadn’t realized she was hurt.

Trent kept moving, his hands working hard to stem the flow of blood that didn’t seem like it wanted to stop. “Trent?” Sonny asked.

“I’m working on it Sonny,” he growled, grabbing more gauze. “Put pressure here.”

Sonny used his free hand, pushing gently against the wound, afraid of hurting her even more. Trent grabbed his wrist and pushed it down hard. Lisa cried out, arching her back, and Sonny wanted to die hearing the agonized sound. Trent looked him dead in the eye. “You can’t be gentle. This is life or death. If you can’t handle it I’ll get Ray to do it.”

Sonny shook his head. “I got it.” He released her other hand and pressed firmly, cringing at her choked cry of pain.

“Talk to her,” Trent ordered as he started an IV. “Keep her awake.”

“Davis, hey, look at me, you’re going to be fine, all right?” Sonny said. “Gonna have a great scar, be a hell of a story to tell all your behind the scenes buddies.”

“Sonny, I’m scared,” she whispered.

He wanted to throw up. “I know. I know you are. But Trent’s got you, okay? And I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She nodded and closed her eyes, her breathing shallow and fast. “Ray, I need your help,” Trent said. Ray came closer, shouldering his rifle so his hands were free. “Hold her shoulders down,” Trent said quietly, then raised his voice so Lisa could hear, “Lisa, this is going to hurt.”

He pulled Sonny’s hands away and began packing the wound. She screamed and Ray pushed down hard her shoulders to keep her from moving. Tears streamed down her face and Sonny felt some pricking at his own eyes. The next thing he knew she had gone completely limp, her head lolling to the side.

“Trent?!” Sonny asked in a panic. 

Trent took her pulse. “She just passed out. Probably better for now.”

“How bad is it?” Jason asked from where he hovered having taken over Ray’s spot on the defense. “Bad,” Trent said. “She’s lost a lot of blood. I’m giving her a transfusion but she needs a hospital fast.”

“Jay, we gotta get out of here,” Sonny said.

“Yeah I got it Sonny,” Jason snapped. He put his hands on his hips and started to pace.

Jason was worried. Trent was worried. This was some real, bad shit.

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The Shituation: Chapter 4

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Lisa Davis, Sonny Quinn, Jason Hayes, Clay Spenser, Eric Blackburn, Trent Sawyer, Brock Reynolds, Ray Perry, Cerberus

Read Chapters 1-3 Here

Shituation: A situation that is already very bad and then goes to shit.

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“Trent!” Brock’s call had them all looking up. Clay was laid out on the floor, head lolling in a similar fashion to Lisa’s.

“Shit!” Trent lurched toward him, then swore again when he saw how much blood had gone into the bandages. He sat back on his heels and took a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“What’s wrong?” Ray asked.

“How long until we have exfil?” Trent asked.

Jason shook his head. “Rebels are after each other again, but we’re still stuck between them. Blackburn’s working on it. Could be another hour. Maybe more.”

“We don’t have that kind of time,” Trent said.

“Be more specific,” Jason demanded.

“He’s bleeding out,” Trent said bluntly. “He needs another transfusion.”

“So give it to him.”

“Lisa could bleed out too. And I only have one bag left.”

Jason worked his jaw for a couple seconds. “Who needs it more?”

“Right now? Clay.”

“Jay—“ Sonny said, feeling desperation crawl down his throat.

“Give it to him.” It was a no-nonsense order, but that wasn’t going to stop Sonny. “Jason!” he said again.

Jason held up a hand, shaking his head. “Sonny don’t.”

Sonny got to his feet, blood pounding in his ears. “Jay she could die!”

“And so could Clay!”

“I realize that but Davis isn’t a SEAL, it’s our fault she’s even out here—“

“Clay needs it more right now—“

“But we—“

“It’s not a discussion Sonny!” Jason roared. “This is my decision, not yours! I don’t like it any better than you do, but the situation is what it is, so unless you have a better plan, sit down and shut up!”

“I’ll donate,” Brock said quietly from his spot near the cave mouth. “You have the direct transfusion kit right?”

“Yeah,” Trent said breathlessly as he ripped open another pack of gauze.

“I’m a universal donor. Give it to Clay and if Davis needs it I’ll donate. I’m clean.” He looked directly at Sonny, his gaze strong and sure. “I promise.”

“Trent?” Jason asked.

“I can do it. It’ll mean we have to stay in one spot until it’s finished, but I can do it if we need to.”

It wasn’t great, but it was something. Sonny watched, his mouth dry as Trent inserted the needle into Clay. He felt dizzy with anger, fear. How the hell had he ended up here, covered in his friends’ blood, watching the life slowly drain out of their eyes? 

He sank back down to the floor beside Lisa, wishing with everything inside him that she would open her eyes. He should have been concerned about the fact that he was dangerously close to crossing some serious fraternization lines, but right now terror was squeezing him so tightly he didn’t care what anyone saw or thought. He needed his brother and his…he swallowed as emotion tightened his throat. He needed Lisa to be all right.

Clay startled awake a few minutes later, panicky and shaking, but once Trent had him calmed down he seemed lucid enough and managed to answer a few of Trent’s questions.

“Sonny?” His name came out on a soft exhale, full of pain and confusion and he looked down to find Lisa squinting up at him.

“Hey there Bravo Seven. How ya doing?” he said, trying to keep his tone upbeat.

“Are we going home now?” she asked.

He swallowed and tried not to cry. “Not yet. Pretty soon. You just hang in there all right?”

She strained a little bit, trying to see what was going on around them. “Did we get the girl?”

His heart dropped. Significant blood loss often resulted in confusion and it terrified him to see the blank confusion in her eyes.“No, we didn’t make it to the village, remember? We got a flat tire.”

“We didn’t get her?”

He put a hand tenderly on her hair, swallowing his own fear so she wouldn’t see. “No sweetheart, we didn’t get her.”

Lisa shifted and then let out a moan. “Hey, just be still all right? We’re getting out of here real soon,” Sonny said.

“Did I—what happened?” she asked.

“You were shot. But you’re all right. Trent’s right over there.”

“I’m shot?”

“Just a little bit.” He tried to smile in reassurance but he wasn’t sure he managed it.

She swallowed hard. “Can I have some water?”

Sonny looked at Trent who nodded. “Just a little,” he cautioned.

Sonny helped her hold her head up as she sipped from the bottle. She only managed a few swallows before she grimaced in pain and lay back panting. “Damn,” she said between breaths. “Being shot really hurts.”

“I know,” he said, wincing in sympathy. “You’re doing great. Better than Blondezilla over there. He’s been whining the whole time and it’s barely a scratch.” He intentionally raised his voice so Clay could hear, trying to goad him into a witty response.

“Screw you,” Clay grunted.

“Sonny.” Lisa’s breaths were coming in short gasps and she looked at him with panic in her eyes. “I can’t—I can’t breathe.”

Trent was there in a flash, reaching for her wrist. “Brock, I need you,” he said immediately.

Jason switched positions with him and within minutes blood was flowing from Brock’s arm into Lisa’s.

Trent stopped the transfusion as soon as he was able. Both Clay and Lisa had grown still and quiet, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing. Static crackled over the radio. “Bravo One how do you read?” Eric asked.

“Loud and clear,” Jason said. “Tell me you’ve got good news.”

“Looks like the fighting’s pulled back a bit from your location. We’re sending in a chopper but you’ve got to be quick about it.”

Sonny got to his feet and began pulling on his gear. It was going to be tough to get Clay and Lisa out when they were both in such bad shape, but there was no other option. They were all going home. 

Clay had roused and was being held up by Ray and sheer willpower. Trent started to reach for Lisa but Sonny beat him to it. “I got her,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

She moaned and then settled her head against his chest. “Hang in there,” he told her quietly, cradling her close and willing her to make it just a little bit longer.

It was a grim and terrifying trek over sloping hills and loose shale. He could feel warmth seeping through the front of his jacket and knew it was blood, but he didn’t dare stop to try and change anything. They had to get to the exfil site or there would be no hope for Clay and Lisa at all.

Getting into the chopper was a tight squeeze with both Clay and Lisa flat out on the floor, but somehow they managed it. Trent immediately strapped oxygen to both their faces and Sonny just kept watching the rise and fall of their chests. He wasn’t the praying kind anymore, but he found himself begging whoever might be up there for a little bit of help on this one. They definitely needed it.

He’d never been so relieved to see a hospital in all his life, but letting go of Lisa’s hand so they could take her away nearly killed him. She looked so pale and still and he was terrified that if he let go he might not see her again. She was his best friend. He couldn’t lose her. “Sonny.” Ray put a hand on his shoulder and Sonny finally released his grip. “Come on let’s go get cleaned up.”

He hit the showers with the rest of the boys standing under the hot spray and watching as Lisa’s blood dripped down into the drain. He retched and clamped a hand over his mouth, stumbling over to the toilets to throw up until he was lightheaded. He spat, trying to clear the acrid taste from his mouth. This day had been literal hell and it wasn’t over yet.

Clay came out of surgery first. It had all gone pretty routinely although he’d be weak from all the blood loss. They expected a full recovery as there had been only minimal damage to the muscles in his thigh and the tear to his artery had been small.

Their honorary Bravo Seven, however, was taking much longer. With every passing minute Sonny felt like he was slowly losing his mind, his knee bouncing up and down where he sat in the waiting room. “Sonny, you gotta stop that,” Jason finally said. “You just—I can’t.”

“What am I upsetting your delicate nerves?” Sonny snapped. He knew Jason hadn’t had a choice back in the cave, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Don’t even start with me,” Jason said, already sitting up straighter in his chair, gearing for a fight.

“Hey,” Ray said, interrupting what could have become quite a moment, “let’s remember why we’re here. We’re all on the same team.”

Sonny stood and walked down the hallway, running a hand through his hair, and leaned against the wall, just trying to breathe. What the fuck? What the actual fuck had they all just been through?

He sensed movement and opened his eyes to find Brock leaning against the wall next to him. “You all right?” he asked in that quiet way of his, dark eyes looking right into Sonny’s.

Sonny shook his head, feeling like he might just fall to pieces. “How they hell did this happen man? That had to be the god damn fucking luckiest shot in the world. It went up under her vest. Have you ever heard of that happening before?”

Brock didn’t speak, just stood quietly and listened as Sonny vented his feelings. “I mean what the fuck? What the fuck?” He felt his throat close up and set his jaw, trying to keep tears at bay. “It’s not fucking fair man. Lisa didn’t ask for this. Clay, I mean it sucks, but we all know what we’re in for when we sign up right? Lisa? She was just trying to do the right thing. We said we’d take care of her. I should have…we should have done better. We shoulda got her home safe. Why the hell couldn’t we do that today?”

“Sometimes we just have bad luck,” Brock said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Sometimes that’s just how it goes. Davis is a strong lady. She’ll fight through this. Asking yourself why? It’s not going to get you anywhere. Neither is blaming yourself the way you’re doing.”

Brock didn’t talk much so when he did, Sonny tried to remember to listen. He nodded, working to internalize the words of wisdom while still tasting the bitterness of failure in his mouth. He’d failed two of his friends today. His two best friends. This one was going to take a while to get over.

“Come on,” Brock said. “Jason’s just all worked up. We all are. But we still need to stick together.”

Sonny nodded reluctantly and followed him back to the waiting room. He sat beside Jason and tried to come up with the right words to say but they stuck in his throat. Jason clapped a hand to his shoulder and gave him a nod. All was forgiven. Brock was right. Whatever happened, they all needed to be together. 

Sonny just about thought he was going to go insane when a doctor finally appeared. He was on his feet in an instant all his nervous energy draining away at the sight of the man’s face. “She’s stable,” he said and Sonny slid all the way down to the floor as the strength left his knees. “She lost a lot of blood and the damage was significant, but we were able to stop the bleeding. She’s going to need a lot of rest, but I don’t foresee any complications.”

Sonny put his head in his heads and could hear the sighs and murmurs of relief from the rest of the boys around the room. “Can we see her?” he asked hoarsely.

“She’s on her way into a room. I’ll send a nurse to get you when she’s settled.”

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So. Let me just fill you in a little bit on what’s happening with my shipper/whumper heart right now. Sonny and Lisa are together (again, finally). Sonny finds out he is having a baby with another woman. Sonny gets shot.

SONNY AND LISA HAVE A HOSPITAL SCENE TOGETHER WHICH IS THE STUFF MY DREAMS ARE MADE OF but he confesses to her about the baby so it’s not fluffy and happy and whumpy at all but instead devastating and traumatic and teary (not the good kind).