#RenewTheBrave

[yumawrites]

Yup, more Hadi photos. So I have Hadi Tabbal as a BAMF, I have Hadi Tabbal as a cutie. For, er, facial comparisons on emotional-- Stop laughing! This is for science! LOL

#RenewTheBrave #TheBrave

[kirstensmee]

The Brave family

Last night after re-watching episode 7 I realized that The Brave ground crew is like one big family.

Amir is the mom, cooking breakfast in the morning.

Preach is the dad, trying to steal food while mom is cooking.

Dalton is the elder brother who is up early along with mom and dad and works out with dad in the mornings.

While Jaz and McG are the younger siblings who get up late and only after they smell mom’s cooking.

[chardwic]

"Does your boyfriend always have such a short fuse?" ~ Jazton

[sydbond-blog]

One Good Thing- Chapter 1

It’s now up on AO3 (along with chapter and all future chapters!) : https://archiveofourown.org/works/14337678/chapters/33088791

The hospital room is cold. Jaz wraps her arms around herself, trying not to concentrate too much on everything at stake. She has never liked hospitals. The machines, the smells- they are all part of something she saw too much of as a child.

Broken bones, deep dark bruises and lengthy burns- She saw way too much of those beeping machines.

Preach is still breathing, with the help of those very machines and she knows she should be grateful, but she really can’t be. Not after the way Preach’s wife cried over the phone. Jaz had swallowed back tears; she had to be strong for Preach’s wife, but right there, sitting next to him without anyone to see her, she knows she is fighting a lost cause.

Amir is asleep on a plastic chair and there is drool falling on the side of his cheek. On an ordinary day, she would have taken a picture and revelled in the blackmail possibilities it would bring, but now all she can do is worry.

Because Preach is still on life support, their whole team got shaken up due to this son of a bitch and Top. Top is his very own category of worries.

He’d left them without a single word, simply disappearing without a trace. As if they weren’t his team. As if all those times she’d had his back meant nothing.

She knows that he has probably justified this decision with a need to protect them. Jaz goes back to their conversation after the guys came back from Colombia. How he’d told her that he had this darkness inside of him that he feared could not be controlled.

Jaz lets out a sigh, massaging her temple, trying to top the rising anxiety. Hoffman has Preach’s gun. Top, he has nothing. No element of surprise, no carefully detailed plan. Nothing. Not even them.

She’s not sure she can lose someone again.

The machines beep steadily and, for a moment, she tries to concentrate on the easy rhythm. Her breaths coordinate with the sounds and she feels herself getting calmer. Like she does when she’s in the field.

She’s worried sick, but mostly she is hurt. More than she wants to admit.

The two of them usually pair up on missions. His eyes are on hers first when things go south. She’s the one he spills his guts to when they get back from a rough job. She’d thought that she was special. That what they had was special.

But he’d cut her off just as easily as the rest of them, leaving her with nothing but worries and a slow boiling anger. It hurts.

Jaz pushes herself off the wall, heading down the hallway to Director Campbell’s room. Her watch tells her it’s been over five hours since Top has deserted them. Slowly, hurt turns into more worry.

McG is there, eyes glued to his closed phone. Campbell is sleeping on her bed. McG raises his eyes to hers, and she tears up like a five year old.

‘‘Joe, ‘‘ she whispers, feeling like all the weight of the world is on her shoulders.

He swiftly gets up, phone forgotten, wrapping her up in his arms. It doesn’t take her long before she is wetting his shirt, silent tears streaming down her face. His huge frame engulfs hers and she feels ridiculous, head barely reaching his chest. But his hands at warm against the cotton of her shirt and his arms are strong and steady and she clings to him like a lifeline.

The first night after Elijah died, she had wandered aimlessly down the hallway until she’d landed in his bed. It wasn’t the first time, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. Sometimes all you needed were strong arms holding you, and McG didn’t seem to recoil from her touch like Dalton did.

They stay like that for a long moment, her face pressed up on his shirt, his hands smoothing down her hair. Neither of them speaks for some time. When her breathing evens out, McG glances at Campbell and tugs Jaz out of the room. Her eyes are puffy and his are rimmed with red and she doesn’t let go of his hand.

‘‘Where is he? ‘‘ she asks in a small voice. McG runs a hand through his hair, eyes softening as they set on her. She must look pitiful, but all she can think about is that Adam is out there somewhere, needing them, probably hurt. Adam. She only lets herself call him that in her head. It seems too special, too intimate.

Her heart contracts painfully in her chest.

‘‘I don’t know Jazzy, ‘‘ answers McG and he pulls at their interlocked fingers, bringing her back to his chest.

This time, she glances up at him instead of hiding in his chest. He’s already seen the tears.

A shiver goes through her, and she’s not sure if it’s from the cold hospital air, or the panic rising to the surface. McG shrugs off his hoodie and wraps it around her, zipping it to her neck.

‘‘Come on, let’s go grab a coffee, ‘‘ he says, hand still firmly grasping hers. It’s like he’s afraid she might bolt if he lets her go.

Jaz presses her nose into the soft, worn fabric. It smells like McG, but there is this light hint of laundry detergent that she usually associates with Top.

xxxxx

They end up at an old formica table, glancing down at their steaming mugs of bad coffee and day-old doughnuts. Jaz stomach growls loudly and she knows she should eat something, but she also knows it will come back up the second it passes her lips.

For an hour, McG does his best to keep her mind away from Top, recalling old missions and making fun of their teammates. She laughs, not too loud, not too hard, but she still laughs and he seems satisfied with it.

‘‘Don’t worry, he’ll come through,” he says and she gazes at him, tired and worried. ‘‘In a few hours you’ll be back to doing your Dalton eyes.”

‘‘My what?” she asks sharply, not unlike the way she’d replied to Hoffman’s boyfriend comment 48 hours ago. She hadn’t missed the way Adam stepped right in front of her after that, as if trying to shield her from their radioactive guest.

‘‘You know, those eyes you make at him, like he’s the center of the universe.”

He is the center of her universe. But Jaz didn’t think she was that obvious. Elijah used to tease her about her Dalton eyes too.

Jaz doesn’t answer. This is a touchy subject. There are careers on the line, emotions on the line, her team on the line. She isn’t sure she wants to risk losing so much.

‘‘Your secret’s safe with me,”‘ he says and she casts him a grateful look. His fingers squeeze hers.

‘‘I need some air,” she replies and he seems to catch on she wants some time by herself. He nods and she leaves, heading to the front doors of the hospital.

xxxxx

There are benches and trees, smiling people and a light wind. The sun is slowly sinking into the color-splattered sky. It would be a beautiful night if she wasn’t torn apart with grief and worry.

Jaz shivers in McG’s hoodie and buries her fists in her pockets. She takes them out and wrings her hands together before putting them back inside. She can’t seem to stay in place, not when Top- Adam- is in danger. Jaz needs to know his six is being watched. She needs to know he’s safe.

Adam.

She falls back on a bench, letting out yet another sigh. Another hour passes by and she toys with her emotions, an unhealthy game they’ve all been guilty of playing.

Jaz feels his presence before he’s even on hospital grounds, ninja skills coming in handy. He sees her immediately and she feels like a thousand bricks have been lifted from her shoulders. Her breaths come more easily, and all she wants to do is to keep him next to her, safe.

Top walks up to her, hands in his pockets, a haunted look in his eyes. He casts her an easy grin and that grin goes straight through her. It changes something, like a light switch and suddenly all worry is replaced with something bigger, stronger that bubbles up to the surface.

She punches him. Hard.

‘‘What the hell Jaz?” he asks, and she is torn between the urge to kiss him and the one to hit him again.

The latter one wins. ‘‘You don’t get to do this,” she says, punching him again, straight in the chest. ‘‘Disappearing, not a single word.” She sticks an accusing finger into his muscles with every word. ‘‘Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

He catches her hand and folds it to his chest, over the skin she’s just bruised.

‘‘I didn’t want you to be there when the darkness came,” he replies and she bites down on her lip, willing away the tears.

Her eyes are glassy and she’s failing miserably at this not crying thing. Inside of her, relief wins over anger and she holds his gaze. Her other hand goes to his beard, fingers ghosting over it in a tender gesture.

Adam closes his eyes as she does so. They both know they are toeing the line, but neither of them move.

‘‘I don’t care,” she whispers and he pulls her to his chest. He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her like he’s afraid she might break. She’s not sure exactly what she doesn’t care about; his stupid reasoning or the darkness that resides inside of him. Right now, she has him back and it’s all that matters.

xxxx

Jaz wakes up in the middle of the night, throat drier than the desert.

Hannah and Noah found them a suite in a nearby hotel so they could be close to the hospital while the Quonset hunt was taken care of. There are two bedrooms. Amir and McG share one while Top had insisted on taking the couch. She’d protested, telling him the queen bed was plenty big for the two of them, but something in his eyes had her relenting. Seeing Preach like that seemed to have taken a number on him. Maybe he needed the alone time.

She silently sneaks into the kitchen, surprised to find Top awake. He is facing away from her, his shoulders shaking under the weight of his sobs. For a moment she considers retreating back to her room and leaving him some privacy, but the sight of crumpled Adam has her aching.

Jaz moves in front of him and it’s either a testament to her ninja skills or his state of mind that he doesn’t notice she’s there until she is crouching in front of him, putting a hand to his knee.

His eyes are red-rimmed as they rise, landing on Jaz. She reaches for him and lets her thumb wipe out tears from his cheek. He leans into her touch.

‘‘Top,” she whispers, but the rest of her words get stuck in her throat.

‘‘What if he doesn’t make it,” he says.

She watches him carefully. Somehow, she knows he killed Hoffman. A piece of his soul has probably been chipped off from that act alone. Preach being in a coma might just be the last straw.

Jaz’s heart aches for him, and for a moment all she wants to do is kiss him until this world makes sense again. She settles for sinking to her knees in front of him. Her hands settle on both sides of his face, forcing him to look at her.

‘‘He will,” she says in a firm voice.

He sighs loudly, hurt coming off of him in waves.

‘‘You’re a good man,” she says because it’s the thing he needs to hear. He doesn’t answer and she traces small circles over his skin.

It’s her turn to be strong.

Jaz wraps her arms around him, ignoring the awkward angle. He tugs her closer and she falls on his lap, straddling him. He buries his head in her chest and nothing about this feels physical. It feels intimate, and it’s both heart-wrenching and comforting.

After a few minutes Jaz glances at the clock and scrapes her nails over his scalp.

‘‘Come to bed,” she urges, because she knows there is no way Adam will be able to get through tomorrow without sleeping for the second night in a row. He nods and lets her guide them to their feet. She pushes the cover open and helps him lay down.

Jaz moves to the other side of the bed and closes her eyes. It’s not long before she feels Adam reaching out for her.

His hands snake around her waist bringing her to him. His knees curl under hers as his grip tightens. She sinks into his embrace, heart fluttering even when it shouldn’t. Adam falls asleep behind her, his breath ghosting over her exposed shoulder. She smiles through the pain.

She’ll worry about it tomorrow.

[allbe0418]

Adam Dalton - King of sass

[fireworkbutterfly-blog]

The Brave...An underrated scene in Ep. 6.

Thought I might make a post about a scene that I thought was quite underrated, since Jalton scenes were the highlights of episode 6, The Seville Defection. It’s the scene where Amir is in the office with Ivan Sokolov, played by Pasha Lychnikoff, who I thought was brilliant by the way. His delivery of the lines and the lines themselves was what drew me. Here’s a transcript:

 ***

 “Muslim?” Ivan asks.

 Amir looks at him coolly.

 “Fighting for your faith or is it against it?”

 Amir gives him a look.

 “Confusing times,” says Ivan as he takes a drink.

 “Not to me,” Amir finally says.

 “You think I’m playing? I’m commiserating. I, too, am a casualty of two people fighting themselves. When I trained, communism was falling. I believed the great democracy was still possible. Ironic, right? A professor of history failing to see the inevitability of his own government’s cyclical return to dictatorship.”

 “So, why stay? Why support a system you don’t believe in?”

 “Paloma’s mother died when she was eight. She became what I believed in. Everything else, a means to an end. To defect will be to risk never seeing her. Worse, to be found out and killed. Who would take care of her then?”

 Amir’s facial expression softens a bit.

 “It’s easy to stand on principle until it’s the people you love who will suffer from it.”

 ***

 “It’s easy to stand on principle until it’s the people you love who will suffer from it.” – This definitely foreshadowed Dalton and his team doing whatever it takes to rescue Jaz. When it’s your own people, you would do anything to get them back. It’s also telling because it makes you think – what would you do if your loved one was in trouble? How far would you be willing to go?

  This short conversation between Amir and Ivan was so raw and honest. I think it’s easy to forget that in war, it’s not about us versus them. It’s about fighting the bad and the evil, which is often associated with specific groups of people. A while back, I read some negative comments about the show and to briefly paraphrase and summarize, what I understood is that this individual believed that The Brave was portraying a group of Americans going from country to country killing people for good and that that in itself is terrorism. To be fair, he is not wrong, and I think people fail to realize that those who our troops are fighting against are also soldiers. Just as much as we support the American troops and what these men and women do every day to ensure our freedom and safety, we have to remember that those who we are fighting against are also soldiers, who are risking their lives to fight for their country and fighting for what they believe is right. Sure, what if what they believe is right is not in fact right? I guess that’s the dilemma, the catch-22, if you will. Or what if they are like Ivan, who once had great hopes for his country but is now stuck working for people he no longer believes in because the alternative was worse? His experience also comes at a steep cost.

 This is an American show after all, and obviously we as the audience stand with the characters, who in this case are Americans. But I think this show extends beyond borders. And I bring this up because this short scene where we get a glimpse of Ivan, the Russian spy, is really telling and honest. We see him as the “enemy” because he is a Russian spy. We don’t know what he’s done, but we deem him as the “enemy” because of what he represents; however, he is more than the government he works for. He is a history professor. He is also a father. He is also a man who had believed his country was capable of becoming better. It’s easy to demonize those we are fighting against, but the thing is life is not so black and white.

 If anything, what these soldiers go through on a daily basis, we can to a tiny degree apply to our own daily lives. The Brave is so brilliantly written, and it’s damn good television. I have been waiting for a show like this for a long time, and I really hope that it gets renewed. That’s all for now. :)

[jedinightsister]

#thebrave #nbcthebrave #renewthebrave #thebraveedit #edit #crcssrcads #jazkhan #natachakaram

[tripper4ever-blog]

‘so married’...#Jaz #Dalton The Brave 

[yumawrites]

Our team, hanging out together. Many thanks to the wonders of Instagram.

#RenewTheBrave #TheBrave

[kirstensmee]

PSA to all Valor fans

Sadly, it looks like The CW won’t be renewing Valor, what with most of the show's leads actively booking new roles and moving on to other projects. And although I am really sorry about your show possibly getting canceled, could you please, maybe help your fellow TV show fans out by checking out another military show called The Brave?

This NBC show has quite a few things in common with Valor. Like depicting the lives of the members of a special ops team and featuring a few prominent female characters in the military without making them just the love interests or sidekicks.

And then there are the differences. If Valor focuses on a team of helicopter pilots, The Brave is more about a ground team that goes in, diffuses the situation and gets out. With a team of analysts helping them do that from DC.

So, you know, maybe just watch an episode or two of The Brave, see how you like it and maybe, just maybe you will find a new show to watch to supplement the military drama void that Valor left in your heart.

P.S. Just to be clear, I am not hating on Valor, I promise! I actually really enjoyed the show. Christina Ochoa was bad-ass on it! But the reality is the way it is and The Brave still has a chance. TOGETHER WE CAN DO THIS! So check out The Brave on NBC.com, HULU or any other streaming platform it is on. And help The Brave get renewed!

[chibisere23]

You know what I love about this fandom? I just had a quick twitter exchange with Dean, the writer for the show. I’ve also had tweets and Instagram comments liked by Natacha Karam (Jaz) and Dean. It’s super amazing to be able to interact with the people that make something I love to watch. They’re down to earth and are cheering us along as we petition for season 2 and renewal. Natacha even watches fan vids! I love being in a fandom with the actors from the show who are also in the fandom! 💕

[endlessdreamy2807]

Jaz and Dalton ( #Jalton) made EOnline’s Top TV Couple Poll. Please VOTE ends Today 31 January 5pm PT !!!

Spread the word...

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[allbe0418]

Can't believe they fucking cancelled The Brave! Like what the fuck NBC don't you want to do quality tv anymore?

[fireworkbutterfly-blog]

The Brave...Quiet Moments (Post 1x11)

This is a post episode 11 scene that I drummed up and partially inspired by a line in Arrow that Oliver said to Felicity in Season 2, which fans of Arrow would be sure to pick up. This last scene with Adam baring his soul was one of the best scenes of the season, but I also thought it would have been nice to have had Jaz and Adam sit down for a conversation because like some fans have mentioned, Adam felt guilty for sending her in and was going to do anything to get her back. And Jaz also felt guilty for disobeying a direct order to stand down and also equally shocked that she had missed her shot. There are a lot of feelings there following episode 9 and 10 that could really be explored some more. Then again, that’s what Season 2 is for. Here’s to hoping The Brave gets renewed, but for now, enjoy this quiet moment!

“…I don’t know if we need to have a dark side to do what we do, Jaz, but I know that I met mine. And no matter what I do, that guy never goes away.” Adam didn’t know what compelled him to share what he did with Jaz, but ever since they got back from Tehran, there was this tension between them that hasn’t gone away. And after how she reacted to being benched for the Colombia op and the look on her face when he told her that he would never forgive himself if anything happened to her, he needed to clear the air. Looking at Jaz, he could see that she was processing what he’d said, but he wasn’t sure if he had made things worse by revealing a side of him that he fights so hard to control.

 “…and it wasn’t enough that I killed him. I want to take his head. I want to hang it on the wall over my rack…” These words keep playing on a loop in Jaz’s mind as she mulled over what Adam had said, and she realized the emotional toll her being captured had on him and understands more clearly, now, the inner struggles that he fights with every day. For a minute, she thinks about how this job has transformed her and how it has changed everyone on the team. Adam was right. Experience does come at a steep cost. What that is for her, she isn’t entirely certain.

 They both sat quietly for a long while before Jaz broke the silence. “I’m sorry.”

 Adam turned to look at her, not quite sure what she meant. “For what?”

 “I’m sorry you had to use that dark side of you to come back for me in Tehran,” replied Jaz softly, eyes still gazing at the fire in front of them.

 “Hey, look at me,” said Adam, as he waited for her to face him because he needed her to really hear him. “They had you, and they were going to do god knows what to you. There was no choice to make.”

 From the expression on Jaz’s face, he knew she heard him, and he could see a bit of their tension slowly losing weight.

 Jaz focused her gaze back at the fire pit before she spoke again. “No one has ever come for me before. My father. He hated me the second I was born a girl. And my mother. She just stood by and let it happen because she was raised in that society and there was nothing she could do to change it. When I was in that room, Arthur…he showed me pictures of all of us. He said I was the reason that you were all captured and killed. Then, he showed me a picture of you, tied up in a chair, beaten, blood all over your face and body. I knew they were not real, but for a second, I was terrified…not of being tortured or the fact that I was probably going to die in that room, but because I was going to lose the only family that I had ever known.” She shuts her eyes momentarily, trying to evict the images and feelings of being in that room again and trying hard to not break down. “This fear…of losing all of you is something that I can’t shake, and it’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life.”

 Adam’s gaze did not leave her the entire time she was baring her soul, and he could see that, like him, the family she was born into was the force that drove her to be who she is today, and this team is the one true family they are both blessed to be a part of, one that is more important than anything in the world.

 Jaz continued, “According to Xander, this is when I should think about how lucky it is that I do have you guys, which is easier said than done.”

 “Yeah, it is, but he is right. We are all lucky to have each other…I don’t know about McG though. We may have pulled the short straw on that one,” said Adam, trying to lighten the mood, which earned him a chuckle from Jaz. Any jab towards McG always guarantees a laugh, but deep down, they love him just as much as Preach and also Amir. “I can’t promise that you won’t lose us one day,” Adam reassured her, “but as long as we’re breathing, we will always come for you. You can’t get rid of us that easy, not even if you wanted to.”

 Smiling, Jaz looked over at Adam, who returned her smile. “We missed you today.”

 “Me, too,” said Jaz, “Tell me about the mission? What did I miss?”

 Adam chuckled, “Oh boy, for starters, you missed McG and Amir’s dueling match when Hannah showed up…” Jaz laughed as Adam replayed the day they had in Colombia. This, conversations by the fire, is exactly what they needed, and the tension between them was eased as they chatted for some time before seeing the lights go dim inside the Quonset hut. It was a good day. It might not have started out that way, but it is now.

[jedinightsister]

I miss these two so much, @nbc . I just thought you should know. . . . . . #thebrave #nbcthebrave #renewthebrave #thebraveedit #edit #crcssrcads #jazkhan #amiralraisani #natachakaram #haditabbal #jazmir #thecasualbadasses #natachahadi

[tripper4ever-blog]

Ficlet Prompt - The Brave -Jazton

pretty please ..can some of our amazing The Brave fic writers be prompted to use the  “Yeah? Hell Yeah.” phrase in a short ficlet....with Jaz and Dalton of course <3