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wonderwhump / november_1 fanfiction list

Hi guy's I hope you're all doing fine :)

This is a list of my fanfics. I'm a huge fan of reading and also writing fanfiction of all kinds of fandoms. My AO3 name is november_1.

If you like, check my them out. They are all whump stories with various degrees of emotional and physical whump. If anything triggers you, please check out the tags before reading.

I'm happy about any feedback you might give me. Kudos and comments make my day (yeah, I'm desperate and attention seeking 🤣 But aren't all writers...)

I will add to this list as I write more stories.

FANDOM: Jedi Fallen Order / Star Wars

Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground

After Zeffo, after barely escaping Ordos Eris with his life, Cal is hurt. Physically, but also mentally. He should have listened to his master's words. "Trust in the Force alone." Now he's paying the price for letting his guard down and people in - and this stupid, childish notion that anybody might care about him in this vast universe.

A Cal Kestis whump story.

Endings and Beginnings

An explosion on Bracca and Cal and Prauf are in the thick of it. Hurt and comfort ensue…

FANDOM: Slow Horses

Operation Escapegoat

The force of the impact spun River around, slamming him backward into a tree, his back pressing into the rough bark. Then came the pain—a sharp, blinding sensation radiating from the point of impact.

The clamour from a few seconds ago had come to an abrupt halt. A brutal silence settled over them, broken only by a quiet, “Shit.” Blinking a few times to steady himself and grasp reality, River looked down. “You … you shot me!” he gasped.

FANDOM: Lockwood & Co.

The dread of undying love

Lucy had been keeping a close eye on Lockwood for days. Something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Yet. He was quiet. And pale. Big dark circles under his eyes. She knew something was wrong, but he didn’t talk about it. Of course he didn’t.

Will Lucy and George find out what's going on and be able to help their friend before it's too late?

A Lockwood & Co whump story with lots of angst and pain but also friendship and some undeniable more-than-friends-tension between Lockwood and Lucy.

FANDOM: Chicago PD / Chicago Med

Duty & Obligation

“You want what?!” Voight’s voice came loudly from the office. Way quieter, but loud enough to understand, Halstead said “I need a few days off, Sir, because-“ But Voight didn’t listen. “Are you kidding me, Halstead?! You fuck up the op, let Harris get away and the next day you have the audacity to come in here and ask me for a few days off? What for? Too stressful for you around here? Need a holiday or some relaxing spa days while we are trying to fix your fucking mistakes? Are you out of your mind?”

Jay Halstead is having a tough time. But nobody knows just how tough...

The wrong son

A party. An argument. A car crash. And a dead brother...

Lots of angst and emotional whump for a young Jay Halstead.

Survivor

"What are you supposed to do when somebody calls you out of the blue one beautiful summer evening and tells you, that your husband is missing?"

This story is set some months after 10x3. Jay and his team are captured on a mission in Bolivia. What will happen to them? Will they get out alive?

Brothers

Jay and Will Halstead take a car trip together. It doesn't go that well...

I'll give it to someone special

Jay is out Christmas shopping. But the day doesn't go as planned.

Into the abyss

They find Jay in his apartment, unconscious, unresponsive... dying. Pills and alcohol. A suicide attempt obviously. But was it really?

A week of bad luck

It was one of those days you wish you just hadn’t gotten up at all. That you’d just have turned over in bed, pulled up the sheets over your head and ignored the world out there. It had been a whole week of those days for Jay Halstead and he desperately wished to be able to crawl back into the safety of his comfy bed and hide from the world.

But the world had some more bad luck from him in store.

Life and Death and Baseball

Jay gets injured during a Baseball game. But that's just the beginning and the day gets from bad to worse rather unexpectedly.

Camping is fuckin' dangerous, man!

Jay stumbles into the bullpen and collapses to the ground unconscious. He's seriously injured and drugged up to his eyeballs. Everybody thought he was out in the woods camping and fishing for the last week... But did he even get there? What happened to Jay and who did this to him?!

The bar fight

A good looking stranger steps in to protect a woman in a bar.

Sacrifice

It was Jay's fault that they were in this mess. Now he'd do anything to protect his unit. Even if it meant torture and death...

Pain & Purpose

"The mornings were the worst. The nights were pretty bad too, to be honest. But the mornings made him feel so lost, like he had forfeited the grip on the world. Like the world, and Jay in it, had lost all meaning."

Jay Halstead is a broken man - physically and mentally - when he returns from the war in Afghanistan as the only survivor of his unit. How will he deal with the pain and the trauma?

Remember me

Hailey is 37 weeks pregnant and she and Jay are excited and happy to be parents soon. But one day they are kidnapped right off the street... and suddenly happiness turns into fear, pain, suffering and despair... What will happen to Jay and Hailey and their unborn baby girl? Will they survive this dire situation unscathed?

Beautiful day gone south

The blood felt warm and sticky. It gushed out between her fingers and colored her hands in bright red. She pressed down as hard as she could and he groaned. But how ever hard she pressed down on the wounds, the blood kept on flowing. With every passing second, with every drop of blood, she could feel the life leaving him.

Burning up

Jay knew he was getting a cold. He had been feeling off for the last couple of days: sore throat, beginning cough, headaches, maybe even a fever. But he just ignored it. It would pass. He didn’t have time for a common cold, no time for feeling like shit. And just for the record: Halsteads didn’t get ill. End of discussion.

Shaken

"There was a sharp jolt and then the earth started shaking. From one second to the next the lovely sunny day turned into chaos and destruction."

Will and Jay Halstead are in Los Angeles visiting their friend Connor Rhodes who moved there a year ago to work at UCLA. It was supposed to be a vacation! A little escape from Chicago with sun, beach, fun and drinks. But somehow everything turns out quite differently when an earthquake hits the city and Will and Jay are buried under tons of debris.

Trust and betrayal

Connor's day starts out perfect - until he is wrongfully accused of sexually assaulting a young woman. Suddenly everybody hates him, nobody believes in his innocence, he is suspended and arrested. Who is this woman that accused him of raping her? And what kind of game is she playing? Will Connor be found innocent or stumble deeper and deeper into this mess?

It should have been me

Terry's death hit Jay really hard. It triggers his PTSD and he's spiraling down. But before he can hit rock bottom, somebody from Jay's past turns up and something even worse happens. Something that Jay and his brother Will may not get out of alive...

This story is set right after 3x17.

Shallow waters

If anybody had told Jay that morning that he would drown in thigh deep water in the middle of Chicago, he would have laughed. But right now, he didn’t feel like laughing as the water swashed over his mouth.

FANDOM: Seal Team

Broken

Brock’s last conscious thought was „Oh, fuck – that was it!”. He didn’t feel the shuddering of his body when it impacted with ground. Didn’t feel the bones splintering. Didn’t feel his limbs go slack. He didn’t feel the blood seeping from his nose and head wound, forming a little pool on the forest floor. He also didn’t hear his brother’s screaming. Didn’t hear Cerberus whining.

Wake up, sleeping beauty!

Clay still lay on his side, as he had before, eyes closed and fast asleep. He looked pale. Stella crouched down in front of him smiling, gently stroking his hair. “Hey, wake up, sleeping beauty.” She kissed him, first on his forehead, then on his lips. He didn’t move. Why didn’t he move?

Clay just doesn't wake up the morning after they came home from deployment in Afghanistan. What happened? Will he be ok?

Cold as ice

Sonny Quinn’s right leg was on fire. Well, obviously not literally, as he was lying on his back on the icy ground - in the snow of a dense larch forest. He was sure the leg was broken. He had sneaked a peak down his leg – and no leg should ever be bent in such an angle. But that wasn’t his top concern at the moment. Clay, his best friend, lay about 5 meters from him, his body curled around the tree trunk that had broken his fall down the steep slope - as if he was hugging it. Lifeless.

Too much blood

Brock felt something impact with the back of his head. Hard. His head, and with it his whole body, flew forward and stars exploded in front of his eyes.

Brock is mugged on his way home from the bar.

FANDOM: Six

8 weeks later

Did you ever wonder what happened to Joe "Bear" Graves and his team after the show's last episode (S2E10)? This is my take on that story never told...

Joe „Bear“ Graves was in pain. 8 weeks since the day that had shattered his life to pieces. 8 weeks since the day he had destroyed the life of the people he loved. But now it would be over soon.

[mrsreadalot]

I didn't swoon

It has been a long hot day full of training. Jason made them sweat all day long, all of them nearing exhaustion now. The last torture of the day was the O-course in full gear. They all made it, not near anyone’s best time, but they still reached the finish line.

Finally, Jason is satisfied and tells the team to go get rid of their gear and take that long overdue shower. Arriving in their cage room, they all grab one of the cold waters from the fridge, gulping them down while discarding their gear in their cages.

Sonny and Clay are the first ones out of the door, heading for the shower room, closely followed by Jason and Ray.

“You coming?” Trent looks at Brock in his cage, who only packed his gear away but doesn’t look like he is going to the showers.

“In a moment. I have to check on Cerberus first, make sure he has enough to drink and to tell the kennel master to check his paws for blisters.”

Trent gives a short chuckle. “Sure. But remember, you have to drink, too. And you need that shower. You reek.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Brock waves him off, closes his cage and follows Trent out of the door of their cage room. He turns in the opposite direction and heads for the kennels to make sure his K9 partner is well taken care of.

Trent just shakes his head. He knows his best friend; knows he won’t relax or look after himself before he is satisfied that his dog is ok. Even before entering the shower room, Trent can hear the laughter and bantering from his teammates, Sonny being the loudest of all. Entering the room, the other four are already in the different stalls, water running in all of them, joking loudly with each other. He is surprised that they have enough energy to fool around. He himself feels utterly exhausted and just wants to soak in the water to loosen his muscles.

Entering one of the stalls, he slowly undresses, letting his dust- and sweat-soaked fatigues drop into one crumpled pile on the floor. He turns on the water and steps into the spray, savoring the warm stream running down his body, feeling his tight muscles relax while he listens to his brother’s banter.

When the water starts to cool, he makes quick work of shampooing and washing off the rest of the grime. Stepping out of the shower, he towels himself dry. All of his brothers have finished their showers, all in various states of undress, and already discussing evening plans.

Sonny is talking Clay into coming to the Bulkhead with a little help from Jason. Ray has already excused himself for the evening, having to be home to look after the kids for Naima to go to a school thing he can’t remember. Finally, Clay agrees to come and Sonny turns his attention to Trent.

“You coming, too, right?”

A beer at the Bulkhead is not out of the question, but an early evening on his couch sounds tempting, too.

“I don’t know…” Trent looks around for Brock’s opinion, not seeing him in any of the showers. “Where is Brock?”

Sonny looks around, so do the others.

“Huh.” Clay looks concerned. “I haven’t seen him in here.”

“He wanted to look after Cerb before showering, but that was…” Trent checks his watch. “Wow, nearly 45 minutes ago. He should be here already.”

They all share a concerned look and as if on an unseen signal they all rush to the door. Trent reaches their cage room first. Pushing the door open with more force than he meant to, he scans the empty room for his missing brothers. He already starts to turn back to head for the kennels, when Clay’s shout has him stop and turn back.

“Brock! Oh, shit.” Clay rushes past Trent, pulling him along, the other three a little slower but following.

Brock sits crumbled in the corner of his cage, eyes closed, unmoving. Trent slides to his knees next to him and tries to wake him up.

“Brock, hey buddy.” Trent gives him a firm sternal rub that gets him a low groan. He taps Brock’s cheeks, checks for a pulse and breathing. “Skin is hot and dry, pulse is fast and faint, breathing is shallow and fast. Clay, grab my bag. Sonny, help me get him out of here so we have more space. Ray call medical, tell them to bring a gurney.”

His brothers all rush to heed his orders. Sonny takes Brock’s feet while Trent grabs him under the arms, and they drag him out of his cage. Clay drops Trent’s bag next to him and Trent gets everything to start an iv-line and push fluids in.

“Jason, Clay, strip him to his boxers. Sonny, get water, cold if possible, we have to cool him down."

While the others work, Trent connects the first bag of fluids with the iv-line and lets the fluids rush into his brother. Working hand in hand Jason and Clay take only a few minutes to get Brock’s clothes off of him. Trent exchanges the already empty first bag of fluids just as Sonny arrives with a bucket of water and a few towels. Jason and Clay have already stripped Brock of his fatigues and start to help Sonny wet the towels and cover him with them. As the cool towels touch the hot and dry skin, Brock starts to stir, slowly trying to remove the uncomfortable cold against his skin.

“Easy, brother.” Trent squeezes Brocks shoulder softly, gently holding him down, making sure the iv-line stays in place.

Brock opens his eyes, blinking several times before he can focus on his brothers.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Trent holds his thumb and index finger in front of Brocks face.

“At least two. Where am I?” Brock’s voice is dry, cracked and he lifts his head a little to look around, trying to find out why he is lying on the floor in their cage room. “What happened?”

“You swooned in your cage, princess.” Sonny’s drawl betrays how worried he still is about his brother.

“Didn’t swoon.” Brock closes his eyes again, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Might have passed out.”

Trent chuckles. “Whatever you want to call it, you scared the living shit out of us. Don’t do that to us again!”

Brock just nods, still not opening his eyes again.

“Brock, how much did you drink today?”

At Trent’s question, Brock furrows his brows, trying to think back over the day. “Not sure… Probably not enough.”

Ray arrives with two paramedics and a gurney, and with the opening of the door Brock finally opens his eyes again.

“Hell, no.” Brock shakes his head when he sees them entering, sitting up a little, but already feeling dizzy.

“Hell, yes.” Trent answers. “You passed out in your cage. You have had a heat stroke. You need to go to the infirmary and probably stay there overnight for observation. No point arguing.”

“Oh, come on. I’m just a little dehydrated.” Brock tries to argue but he is cut off, this time by Jason.

“No, Brock. Go get checked out. Or I’ll sideline you.”

“Fine.” Brock gives in, lying back down.

The medics have watched the argument with amusement. They already know the guys from Bravo, know they only agree to go to the infirmary if ordered. Just like all the other Tier One operators. Trent gives them an update on what happened and how much fluid he has already given Brock. They help an embarrassed Brock to the gurney, leaving him covered in wet towels, and make their way to the base infirmary.

The rest of Bravo watch them leave with Brock, all shaking their heads.

“I need a drink.”

They all look at Trent, not believing that statement came from him. They all expected him to follow Brock, not letting him out of his sight.

“I need a drink. Then I’ll get him some fresh clothes and check on him at the infirmary.”

They all agree, smiling. Jason slings his arm around Trent’s shoulder and guides him out of the cage room.

“Let’s all finish dressing first and then we head to the Bulkhead. First round is on me.”

[cookieswriting]

So this is one for Floopdeedoopdee on AO3, who requested Brock and Clay whump together. Hope you like this ;)

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Clay Spenser, Brock Reynolds, Bravo Team

Prompt: Buried under rubble

“I’m just sayin’, when we get back stateside, we need to go out and have a boys-only night to get young Spencer back on the horse,” Sonny insisted as Bravo team made their way to the waiting Blackhawk.  The blonde in question rolled his eyes with a smile.

“You mean to tell me you’re going to exclude the best wingman you’ve got?!” Davis replied in their ears, drawing chuckles from all of the men.  Cerberus trotted ahead of them and leapt into the chopper easily and Brock shoved Sonny’s shoulder as he followed his canine partner.  

“Fine…boys plus Davis.”

Clay climbed into the chopper and settled in beside Brock.  “Don’t I get a say in whether or not I’m even interested in ‘getting back on the horse’?”

“No.”  

The flight was relatively quiet as the team prepared themselves for the op: confirm intel that their latest target was where he said he was, capture (or kill) him, and get back out before morning call to prayer.  Before the chopper had even fully touched down Bravo was on the move, bleeding into the shadows without sound and making their way towards their target building.  

Cerberus and Brock took point, and the dog was practically vibrating with anticipation when they reached the doorway.  After receiving confirmation that IR showed one in the building and no other souls in the immediate vicinity, Clay prepped the door with breaching explosives.  A firm nod from Bravo One and the explosive was detonated.  Brock followed Cerberus in, Clay’s hand on his shoulder as they moved to clear the first room.  Vicious barking erupted from the canine, and Bravo Six caught glimpse of explosives strapped to a man hovering in the doorway.

“S Vest!” he shouted.  In the same movement, Clay jerked back on Brock’s arm and grabbed the handle of Cerb’s tactical vest to haul him backwards - into the arms of a startled Sonny, who stumbled under the dog’s weight and back out into the night.  That was the last thing Clay saw before the suicide vest was activated and the building started to come down around the two members of Bravo still inside; he was thrown onto his back, and the blinding pain from his head connecting with the ground sent Spenser into peaceful oblivion.

“Clay! Brock!”

“Bravo Five, Six do you copy?”

“Bravo One, what the hell just happened?”

Sonny stared in shock as the dust started to settle.  Cerberus wriggled free from his arms and darted towards the now-blocked doorway, whining and pawing at the debris separating him from his master.  No...no way in hell did this just happen.  

“Havoc, this is One...tango was wearing an S Vest.  Bravo Six saw it right before it went off, forced Three and Cerberus back out.  The entrance is now blocked by debris, no sign of movement from Five or Six.  Can you see them from IR?”

“Negative, Bravo One...I can’t see any movement.  Can you get in to them?”

When Brock came to, the first thing he registered was an obnoxious ringing in his ears...then came the stabbing pain in his left arm.  A quick glance revealed that said arm had been pinned to the ground by a slab of what was most likely the wall previously standing between him and their target.  Turning his head, Bravo Five found Six a few feet away, half-buried under debris from the roof and utterly unmoving.  “Six?  Bravo Six, can you hear me?  Clay!”  Nothing.  “C’mon, brother…”

He paused when the sound of voices crackled through Clay’s radio, the rest of their team calling for sitrep.  With his free hand Brock reached for his own radio, only to realize it had been caught under the wall and therefore destroyed.  He attempted to reach out at touch Clay, but came up inches short.  Growling in frustration, he dropped his head back to the ground, and turned his thoughts to his dog...and Sonny, who’d been just behind Clay when they breached.  

It didn’t take long for his worries to be assuaged.  “Brock, GQ, if you two don’t respond toot-sweet I will be digging in just to kick your asses myself,” Sonny growled over Clay’s radio.  “The dog is getting antsy and you know how he is when he doesn’t get his way.”  The SEAL wished that he could reach Clay...wished that he knew for sure that he was even alive, wished that he could see the extent of whatever injuries he’d sustained...wished that they’d done more recon before breaching.

Unlike Brock’s gradual return to consciousness, it hits Clay all at once, memories of the explosion included, and he comes to shouting for the other man.  His head swivels around, sending stabs of pain from his temple down his neck, and the desperate attempts to move are useless; only his left arm is free, a chunk of debris covering his other limbs and weighing down heavily on his chest.  “Brock?!” he called again, grunting in desperation.

“Right here, brother...I’m good.  My left arm is pinned and my radio’s trashed.  What’s going on with you?”

The blonde took a moment, now that he knew his brother was alive and - relatively - safe, to assess his own status.  Despite the weight bearing down on him, all ten fingers and toes responded to the command to move, and doing so caused no further pain to indicate broken bones.  Well that’s a miracle…“Won’t be moving anytime soon and not sure if my chestplate will keep bearing the weight of this slab forever, but for now I’m good.”

“Good...any chance you can let the rest of the team know we’re alive?” Brock’s relief was evident in his voice, and Clay smirked as he reached up with his free arm to key his radio.

“Bravo One, this is Bravo Six...Five and I are both pinned under debris but otherwise no serious injuries.  Are Three and Cerb okay?”

“Six, it is damn good to hear your voice, kid.  Three and the hair missile are fine, both whining about getting you guys outta there,” Jason joked.  Clay chuckled and shifted his hips, and abruptly the breath was forced from his lungs as the debris covering him moved with him. What had been manageable pressure became agonizingly constricting, and he was moderately confident something had cracked in his ribcage or sternum.  Panic threatened to overwhelm him as breathing became more and more difficult.

“Clay! Clay, I need you to listen to my voice, you’ve gotta be as still as possible so you don’t shift that slab any more, okay?  I know you can’t catch your breath right now, but if you don’t slow it down a little bit you’re going to pass out on me, okay? Focus on steady, shallow breaths.”  The soothing tenor of his brother’s voice brought Clay back down to the point that he was able to maintain those shallow breaths and the darkness at the corners of his vision dissipated.  “Good, that’s great brother.  Can you pass me the receiver of your radio and I’ll talk to Jason?”  Clay nodded and obeyed, fingers barely brushing as they managed to bridge the distance between them.  “Bravo One, this is Five.  We’re gonna need you to hurry...the debris is unstable and has already shifted on Bravo Six.  He’s okay for now, but I’m not sure that’ll be the case if things shift again.  I can’t do anything to help him.”

“Copy that Bravo Five.  We’re double-timing, just sit tight a little bit longer.  Alpha and support are almost here to help with the moving.”

“Yeah, we’ll just be hanging out when you get here,” Brock replied with a wry, tired smile.  He hooked the receiver onto his vest and returned his attention to Clay.  “How you holding up, Spense?”

“Just me...or is it...a bit stuffy in here?” the blonde quipped.  Truthfully the darkness was creeping back in, his chest felt like it was caving in, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to keep up sniper breathing.

“Shit...Clay, stay with me, brother. You’ve gotta stay awake.  Talk to me, tell me-” Clay jerked his head around when Brock’s voice cut off with a strangled groan and an audible ‘pop’.  Bravo Five’s head dropped back against the ground limply.

“Son of a…” Clay keyed the radio at his shoulder.  “Guys...I think Bravo Five...may have dislocated his shoulder.”  He dropped his own head back and winced when it sparked fireworks behind his eyes.  Another groan from beside him let him know that Brock had woken again, and he turned his head to catch the older man’s gaze.  “You good?”

“Hurts like a mother, but pretty sure it’s just dislocated.  Did I black out?”

“Just for a minute,” Clay breathed.  Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, light cut through the doorway, quickly shadowed by a thickly-bearded face.  “Bout...time, Bravo Three…”

“I know you’ve been anxiously awaiting the sight of my handsome face.  We’ll have you two out in a hot second now that help has arrived.”  Their teammate was true to his word, and within moments both men had been inspected by an anxious Cerberus as Alpha and Bravo teams filed in, careful not to jar the slabs of wall and ceiling prematurely.  Six men surrounded Clay and in unison hefted the debris from the younger SEAL.  Jason and Ray deftly slid him out to a clear spot, and the others moved on to let Brock free as well.  As soon as Brock was free, Trent inspected his shoulder.  Clay watched silently, struggling to steady his breathing.

“Dislocation looks to be right.  You ready?” With a short nod and a steadying breath, Brock braced himself against a still-stable wall. Cerberus whined and nudged his good hand, providing sufficient distraction for Trent to reset the dislocated joint.  

“Ooooh sonofabitch…”  Trent felt his arm gently, content when nothing moved that shouldn’t.  “I’m good, thanks brother...check on Clay.”  The medic nodded and turned to the blonde, concerned by the paleness of Clay’s lips and his rapid breaths.  “We’ve got you, Spense, easy breathing remember?” Clay turned his head to look at Brock as he dropped to his knees and reached out with his good hand.  The blond took it, grateful for the physical connection after the rollercoaster they’d been on since entering the building.

“I’m going to take off your vest, Clay, see if anything’s broken, okay?”  Clay nodded and Cerberus laid his head across his knees in an attempt to offer comfort, just as he’d done for Brock.  Removing the vest did little to ease the pressure, and still Clay struggled to draw a deep breath.  Trent tried to be gentle in his assessment, but Clay couldn’t hide the hisses and winces of pain.  “This isn’t going to be fun but it might help stimulate bloodflow again and make it a little easier on your chest when you’re breathing,” Trent warned.  Clay nodded again, and clenched his jaw when knuckles rubbed firmly up and down his sternum.  As uncomfortable as it was, Clay found that by the time he stopped, breathing was in fact easier.  “Better?”

“Yeah.”

“Good...I’m gonna check your legs and the arm that was pinned just to make sure circulation is good everywhere else, and then we can get the hell outta here, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds like it’s about friggin time,” Sonny chimed from above them as Trent ordered Cerberus back.  The medic made quick work of checking Clay over, and then nodded to Brock to help get the younger man on his feet.  The abrupt change in altitude made everything spin, and a hand on his chest had him looking up into the concerned eyes of his favorite Texan.  “You sure you’re good Goldilocks?”

After giving the room a minute to stop spinning, Clay grinned at Sonny and squeezed both hands gripping his.  “Let’s go home, shall we?”  Trent let him go once he was sure Clay was steady, and Brock ducked under Clay’s arm, careful not to jar is own injury.  With each step they took towards exfil, the pair surrounded by their teammates and the support team, the weight on Clay’s chest lifted.

[alidravana]

Brock & Clay

Soulmate AU (your chose the type)

So needless to say I didn't stick with three sentences...but I didn't write a whole fic either. But I could definitely see myself expanding on this a bit more in the future!

Clay looked worriedly at Brock; his normally bouncy curls were clinging to his forehead, drenched in sweat, his cheeks were flushed bright red, and he continued to pant heavily, with the occasional whimper of pain sneaking out.  Clay lifted the bandage on his shoulder to check his wound again, but nothing had changed.  There were no signs of fresh blood, or infection, but still, Brock’s health continued to deteriorate.  

There wasn’t much that Clay could do for Brock at the moment.  The two had been separated from the rest of Bravo, and then when Brock was hit, Clay managed to eliminate the immediate threats, and then dragged Brock into one of the village houses to take cover.  

That had been over an hour ago.  

Copying a method that Clay could faintly remember his mom doing, he leaned over, letting his lips gently brush over Brock’s forehead, trying to confirm if he had a fever.  But instead of the warmth he was expecting to feel, it was like a bolt of electricity shot through his body, eliminating any aches or pains in his body, banishing any lingering tiredness or fatigue.  

“Clay?” Brock murmured, his hazel eyes open and staring directly up at him, Clay now realizing that his lips were still resting against his friend’s forehead.  But Clay couldn’t move an inch.  His mind was screaming at him to help Brock, and somehow he knew that that meant more contact, not less.  

Taking one of Brock’s hands in his, Clay shifted so that he was now lying alongside Brock.  He then cradled Brock’s head onto his chest and used his other arm to tuck Brock as close as possible to his body.  Clay could immediately feel a change in the other man’s condition, as Brock’s temperature started to come down, and his breathing began to return to normal.  

“What does this mean?” Brock whispered as the two continued to lay there, intertwined like two lovers on the dirt floor.  

Clay pursed his lips, having a fairly good guess, but wasn’t ready to vocalize his thoughts either; wasn’t ready to deal with the reality of having a soulmate that was his friend, and not his boyfriend.  What was important right now was getting back to Bravo, and that was what he was going to focus on. 

[finiteuniverse13]

home is people, not a place 2/?

Part 1

Summary: Clay gets attacked on base. DEVGRU finds an issue in that.

TW: Blood mention, physical assault, canon typical violence

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Lisa is pissed. She has every right to be. Clay had been attacked in the Bravo cages.

She’d watched the kid go from a strap who couldn’t stay in his own lane to an operator who could lead Bravo – and Tier One, for that matter – into the future. And then he’d been attacked in his team’s cages, in his own cage. Blackburn was still at the hospital – he’d found the kid in a pool of his own blood; Lisa wouldn’t blame him if it took an apocalypse to separate him from the kid – making sure that the kid got appropriate care.

She pushed open the door to Bravo’s briefing room, not that it actually had any members of Bravo in it. Alpha, Charlie and Delta were all there, waiting on her brief on the situation. Echo would have been there, if not for them being halfway through their first deployment as a team. There had been hesitation about deploying Echo – the loss of the last Echo line-up still sat heavily in the Tier’s mind.

The three team’s Master Chiefs and 2ICs had sat in Bravo’s usual chairs. Full Metal and Derek sat in Jason and Ray’s chairs, respectively. Beau and his second in command had taken Sonny and Trent’s, while TJ was sat in Brock’s. Delta Two had distinctively chosen not to sit in Clay’s seat, instead sitting in a chair usually used for either Cerberus or a support staff member, depending on the op.

(It was very funny to watch Brock and Clay push a wheely chair with Cerberus on it between the two of them, and they’d pretty much mastered the art of doing it in the last few months. Cerb had found that if he allowed it to happen, he’d get belly rubs and treats, so he was unbothered about it)

The other seats had a random assignment, seemingly first-come-first-serve. The ones unlucky enough to have not found seats stood tensely, arms crossed and grumbling under their breath to each other.

Nobody sat in Clay’s seat.

All 18 operators looked up when she walked in, attention snapping to the person with the most information. As she walked in, her gaze caught on the table space in front of Clay’s chair. Clay had left his book on the table. It’s about as thick as a brick, and Sonny would probably take a glance at it and tell Clay it was as dry as one. The embossed cover didn’t read English, and Lisa had a feeling that there would be very few, if any, people in the room able to read any part of the book.

She stood at the front and pushed her emotions down. These operators were here for information, not emotion.

“At 0145 this morning, 4 Green Team members entered Bravo’s Cage room. At 0157, they left, and returned to the Green Team barracks. 0204, Lieutenant Commander Blackburn entered the Bravo cages. He dialled 911 and was assisted by Alpha Four-”

She cuts herself off for a few seconds, as various operators slapped Jordan on the back, mumbled thanks spreading through the room as they reassured themselves that one of their own had helped their kid.

“Assisted by Alpha Four at 0207. Ambulance arrived at 0215. The Green Team members were apprehended by Alpha and Delta at 0248.”

She pauses again as a ripple of thanks goes through to room, Alpha and Delta thanking their Master Chiefs and each other and Charlie thanking both teams.

“Petty Officer Spenser was admitted to hospital at 0224, and was assessed as having a concussion, a broken nose and 5 bruised ribs.”

Alpha, Charlie and Delta’s medics all take note of this. They’re probably going to be on Clay’s ass for the next few months about this, right behind Trent.

“Bravo arrived at the Hospital at 0243. They are all with him. Hayes has asked that he is included in any appropriate punishments.”

Full Metal snorts. “Bet he didn’t word it like that”

A series of chuckles and grins echoes around the room. He did not word it like that. There was much more swearing, and much, much less formal language. He’d implied murder no less than 5 times.

Lisa allowed a smile to pass through the stony calm façade she had up.

“Command has delegated these appropriate punishments to be carried out within DEVGRU and have stressed the importance of leaving an impression on future graduates. This cannot be a recuring event.”

TJ pipes up first, almost before she’d finished talking. “I say we let Metal work his magic, make sure nobody finds them.”

This gets mixed responses, but Lisa isn’t surprised when none are wholly negative. They all had a younger brother in the form of Clay, and they had all trained for years in the art of killing their enemies as swiftly and efficiently as possible, and these candidates fell wholly and completely under the title of ‘Enemy’.

Metal gives a faux hopeful look to Lisa, and Lisa can tell that he’s not entirely dismissed the possibility, even as he does a terrible job at pretending to still consider it an option that Lisa could authorize. Lisa plays into the joke – god knows that Tier One needs some light in this disastrous day – and gives him the look mostly used for when Bravo (usually Sonny) suggests a stupid idea that shouldn’t had even crossed their minds. Blackburn jokingly referred to it as her “bad dog” look, and it worked for its purpose, making the operators put their tails between their legs. A few faces form smiles, and a few look to be wavering on the edge of smiling.

“No murder, and no death.”

This gets her grumbles, and not all of them are joking. Clay had gotten all of them out of sticky situations. Every operator in Tier One had a handful story where Clay had needed to be briefed on their op, and all of them had at least one where he’d taking calls at 2am to translate over a connection that he could barely hear English through. He’d never berated them for waking him up, and had often taken time to teach various operators key phrases, if he knew they were deploying somewhere where he knew the language.

Beau goes next, possibly the most level-headed of the Master Chiefs – both in the room and not. “Advanced SERE?”

Now this, Lisa can work with. Something about her posture must change, a twitch in her face, because the room suddenly erupts in sound. Charlie Two, Delta Five and Alpha Three all are in close enough range to clap Beau on the back, and they do so in quick succession.

“Gentlemen.” She raises her voice to be heard by the room. There’s nothing gentle about the looks on their faces.

“I’ll leave you to figure something out. Report to me with a plan of action.” And with that, she gives them a single nod and begins to leave. Her turned back does not block out the whispers of violence, but it does hide the vicious smile that’s stretched itself out along her face.

Nobody would even think about hurting their kid. Ever again.

+

As Clay blearily opened his eyes, he realised that he’d succumbed to pain-med-induced sleep. A few hours had probably passed since then, based on the fact that sunlight was now filling the room. Sonny was sat on his right side, gaze focused on the room’s TV screen, which was showing a play-by-play of a football game. The volume was cranked down, and even as Clay becomes more aware; he can only hear every other word.

“Son?” The word passes his lips without him meaning it to. Sonny’s head snaps over to Clay, so fast that Clay fears he may have given himself whiplash.

“Hey Bam Bam, how ya doin?” The toothpick moves hypnotically. Stop looking at the toothpick. Stop it. Stop it. Sonny’s casual expression is betrayed by the slight waver in his voice, a sliver of raw emotion that Sonny couldn’t fully supress. Clay gives him a strained smile in lieu of answering and reaches his hand out. Sonny catches the hand before it moves very far, holding it in a tight grip.

Sonny’s thumb absently runs across Clay’s unblemished because he hadn’t even been able to fight back knuckles, and his spare hand turns off the TV, leaving them in silence.

“Kid.” Clay’s eyes widen slightly, and he almost pulls his hand out of Sonny’s grip at the softly spoken word. He tries to get in the apology, the explanation, before Sonny can tell him that Jason is punishing him for being unaware.

“I should have being paying attention. I know I should have been paying attention, I was just so tired.” I’m sorry I’m so sorry don’t kick me out please

Sonny freezes. What?

“Clay. Stop. Stop-” he has to cut himself off before he says something that includes those really touchy-feely-emotions he’s feeling. Thankfully, Clay doesn’t take the pause as an opportunity to continue. “Stop trying to defend yourself. None of us blame you, Blondie. You were on base. You should have been protected. We won’t fail you again.” Sonny gives him facts, because he knows that if he tries to do anything else he’ll make it worse.

“Son?” Clay recalls a voice calling through the dark, through the black water he was floating in, a voice he’d recognised; “Did Blackburn find me? He- he had blood on his hands”

For a moment, Sonny curses Clay’s blessings as a sniper. He’d always been able to notice the little things, the things none of them would notice. “Yeah, he was checking that none of us were sleeping in the cages.”

Clay nods, and then his brows furrow. He breaks eye contact with Sonny and frowns in the genal direction of his feet. His face makes what Sonny calls his ‘Brainiac’ Face, and Sonny can only assume that he’s thinking about what happened with Blackburn, not rationalizing with himself that the beating was somehow his fault.

“Son, can I talk to him?” Sonny doesn’t want to think about whatever that conversation is going to be, so he nods and begins to gather his stuff. His cap is hanging precariously from one on the bed’s corners, his phone on the bedside table. He stands and ruffles Clay’s head, laughing despite the stink-eye he gets for it. Clay doesn’t mind it, and he has the feeling the next few weeks, if not months, are going to be filled with various forms of physical contact to reassure his teammates that he was still with them.

And now he’d asked Sonny to get Blackburn. God what do you even say to the guy who had found you beaten? ‘Hey Boss, I’m sure that what you saw was horrifying, but I’m alright now?’ God help him. Sonny hadn’t given him a weird look, so he’d probably been expecting Clay to ask at some point.

Clay’s train of thought is interrupted when a soft knock sounds on the door. There’s a second of pause before the door opens. Clay can’t think of a time when Blackburn’s looked worse. There are dark circles under his eyes, and a vaguely haunted look in his eyes. His eyes have a red tinge, and Clay can’t tell if that’s from sleep deprivation, or something else. His hands are rubbed red and raw, and Clay can tell that Blackburn had taken extra care to get every fleck of blood off his hands. He’s in a jacket that looks too big for him, and Clay suspects that Trent had a hand in that. Since the injured person – Clay – wasn’t someone he could immediately care for, Trent had gone for the next best thing, a shaken Blackburn. Under the jacket, he’s still in his fatigues, and by the time he’s finished the assessment of Blackburn’s top half, he’d moved close and sat down, hiding everything below his waist from Clay’s view.

Blackburn reaches out, putting a palm on Clay’s forearm, Clay’s hand mirrors it on Blackburn’s arm, and tension bleeds from Blackburn’s figure. His shoulders slump slightly, and he leans forward.

“How are you feeling?”

Clay considers lying, considers saying that he’s not in any pain, considers easing Blackburn’s mind. He decides against it. Blackburn had found him in a pool of blood, it’s the least he can do to tell him the truth. “My ribs hurt. But I’m, I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad you were there.”

Clay is the sometimes literally bleeding heart of Bravo, levelling out Sonny’s emotional constipation, and the admission is the balm of some of the burns on Eric’s soul. Eric leaned forwards, shuffling closer to the bed, trying to hide the blood on his knees. He hadn’t been home to change, a call to his wife at 8am had told her that he wasn’t going to be home for a while. She, like the amazing wife she was, had been understanding, and then grumbled at him to let her sleep. They’d both laughed and exchanged ‘I love you’s before his wife ended the call. Clay didn’t need the stress of knowing that Eric had knelt in his blood. Nobody needs that.

“Gave me quite a scare, gave all of us quite a scare.” Eric doesn’t tell him that he’d spent the last half hour scrubbing his hands raw, that Jason had needed to strong-arm him into the waiting room, that Trent had given him one look and offered up his jacket, that he’d had his head in his hands until Sonny had come into the room and told him that Clay wanted to talk to him. Doesn’t tell him that he’d stood outside for nearly a minute before he’d knocked, that he’d needed to barrel in before he lost the nerve to speak to his operator. He usually prides himself on staying calm, on being collected, but Clay had been attacked in one of the few places on earth that he could honestly and without reservation call home. That scared Eric. If he couldn’t keep his operators safe on base, where would they be safe?

“Davis is talking to command about adding locks to the cage room doors, make sure this doesn’t happen again.” If she wasn’t already talking to command about it, she would be soon.

Clay nods. He shifts and grimaces in pain.

“Do you want me to get a nurse?” It’s a safe question, one that doesn’t involve the emotions in the room.

Clay ignores the lifeline. “I’m alright as I am. Did you get the guys?”

Eric nods. Breaking the news to Bravo had been the highlight of his morning. “Command is letting DEVGRU work out how to punish them.”

Clay grins. “I bet Metal is having fun with that.”

It’s Eric’s turn to smile, and a soft chuckle makes its way out. “Davis is under strict orders to not accept a plan that involves murder. I’m sure Alpha’s disagreeing with that.”

Alpha was most likely to deploy with Bravo, and all were in line with their Master Chief’s ‘Bury-first-questions-second’ policy when it came to Clay. Eric had a feeling it wouldn’t take much convincing to get Delta and Echo behind the plan, and that Charlie would only argue on principle.

Tier One was a brotherhood that didn’t take kindly to injury, as the world would learn.

+

Echo One – Zack Greer – a newly promoted Delta Two, wasn’t a very outgoing man. One and Twos were meant to both complement and contrast each other, a precarious balancing act honed over years of living out of each other’s pockets. TJ had needed a level head, so his Two was calm in the face of crisis.

Echo Two, on the other hand. A Floridian man, Elliot Howe, promoted from Charlie Three, who was under strict orders to never drink unsupervised with Sonny Quinn, lest they empty a bar and then burn said bar to the ground. He’d chaffed under Beau’s tight ship, so when the opportunity to move to form Echo had arisen, he was hard pushed to say no.

Together with Echo Three (Alpha Three), Echo Four (Delta Six) and two Green Team graduates as their Five and Six, they’d created a tight brotherhood.

Echo Five, Dan Wilder, a multilingual K9 handler, had initially been lost at DEVGRU, not quite fitting in. He’d reached out to the youngest operator – Bravo Six – in order to get some advice. What he didn’t know at the time is that their languages had overlap. Together with Clay and Ares – his K9 – he’d been able to find someone to practice with.

Echo had long since lost count of how many times Clay had come into their cage room, with a well-loved book, offering it to Dan with a brief explanation of how it would interest him. The book was never in English, and neither was the explanation. For all they knew, Clay could have spent the last few months giving Dan anything from Harry Potter to The Anarchist’s Cookbook (he’d actually only given Dan one of those, and Dan was under strict instructions not to tell them which, and Dan had been recommending others back).

Sonny, on the days when they were hanging out after work, sometimes tagged along to these exchanges. He’d joked about a book club, and Echo Two had picked up on the joke immediately, and since then the pair had resigned themselves to the nickname.

Between Clay’s frequent interactions with Dan and the fact that all of DEVGRU was deadly protective of Clay, it was no surprise that when Echo had heard the news, they hadn’t been happy. Command had fought a battle with Echo to keep them deployed, and Echo had nearly won. Dan had been on many rants, talking to empty space in Pashto – Four only caught a few words, and those were all along the lines of murder and death. Ares was giving out a low, constant growl. Both of the DEVGRU K9s were as protective as their owners, it seemed.

The door to their dorms slammed open and Zack marched in. Echo looks up in sync, and if it weren’t so serious, Zack would be amused by how much his men look like Meerkats. “Got word from Virginia.” This sets his men on edge, Howe half-steps forward, and his shoulders visibly tense up. “They found the green team rookies. We’ve been asked to approve the plan of their punishment before it gets sent to be approved by command.” Malicious smiles break out among the barracks.

They may be 7000 miles away, but they wouldn’t let anybody off the hook because of it.

[chicgeekgirl89]

A Little Bit Broken Chap. 11: Itch

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Sonny Quinn, Lisa Davis, Jason Hayes, Clay Spenser, Trent Sawyer, Full Metal, Cerberus, Brock Reynolds is there but he doesn’t say anything, Ray Perry, Naima Perry

Summary: Sonny is itchy and miserable.

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“So if we breach here and here that should get us in,” Jason said, pointing to the blueprints on the screen.

Sonny tried to listen to the practice drill plans as he scratched at his arm. Damn mosquitoes. They’d bit him up something fierce. He’d told everybody they needed mosquito netting for beds and better insect repellent but nooooooo. Nobody ever listened to Sonny’s concerns. Now they probably all had West Nile. And Malaria. And Dengue Fever. He scratched more aggressively.

“You got fleas or something?” Clay asked, eyeing him strangely.

“Those damn mosquitoes,” Sonny muttered. “Ate me up the entire two weeks we were in country.”

It had been a lengthy, boring op with lots of hanging around, waiting for intel that never came, and green lights that never got lit. Sonny had set up a couple of soccer games for the local kids with all their down time to keep himself from going stir crazy. Everybody was glad to be home and running strategy until the next spin-up. 

“If Full Metal and I come in from the top I think that gives up better coverage,” Ray said.

Jason shook his head. “Too exposed. What about the side?”

Now his leg was itching too. What the hell? How had the buggers gotten inside his pants? God damn it.

He tried to scratch it against the table leg and the whole thing shifted, coffee sloshing around dangerously. “Sorry,” he grunted.

Clay raised his eyebrows and even Cerberus perked his head up, but Sonny ignored them.

“Well whatever we do we’re gonna have to be quick about it,” Full Metal said. “They get one whiff of us and they’ll light the whole place up.”

“What about—all right Sonny, what the hell?” Jason finally asked.

“What?” Sonny asked.

“You’re sitting there squirming like somebody’s shoving a hot poker up your ass.”

Every eye turned to him, which just made him itch more. And was it getting hotter? “It’s those damn mosquitoes. Ate me the fuck up.”

“There’s no mosquito in the world that should make you do what you’re doing,” Ray said pointedly.

Trent grabbed Sonny’s arm and yanked up his sleeve. Sonny stared. His skin was covered in little red bumps, some of which were open and oozing. “That doesn’t look like mosquitoes,” Clay said skeptically.

“Nope,” Trent said. “That’s chicken pox.”

“What?” Sonny looked at him in horror. “No way. That’s for kids.”

“Or adults that haven’t had it,” Trent said. “Did you get it when you were a kid?”

“No. Quinns don’t get sick,” he scoffed.

“Right. Sure. And you didn’t get vaccinated for it?”

“Why the hell would I get vaccinated for a kiddy disease?”

“In case you’re ever around a bunch of unvaccinated kids. Like we were last week Mr. Soccer-Man,” Clay said with a grin.

“Oh Sonny boy, you’ve done it now.” Jason was smirking so hard it made Sonny want to punch him. 

“Trent, it’s gotta be something else,” Sonny insisted, starting to sweat. It was really getting hot.

“Fever, rash, definitely chicken pox,” Trent grunted. “Only thing to do is go home and wait it out.”

“For how long?” Sonny asked, starting to scratch again.

“Stop that!” Trent said. “You’ll scar.”

“Yeah wouldn’t want to mess up that beautiful complexion,” Clay said.

“You shut up,” Sonny snapped at him. “How am I supposed to deal with this?”

“Calamine lotion,” Ray told him. “Stop and pick some up. It’s gonna get worse before it gets better.”

“Worse?!”

By the time Sonny got home he thought he might be dying. His head ached, he was freezing cold and sweating, and he itched like crazy. He collapsed into bed and fell immediately into a restless sleep punctuated by dreams of fire ants and mosquitoes crawling all over him.

He was woken by a hand tenderly stroking his forehead. He squinted up at Lisa who looked down on him with a fond sort of bemused smile on her face. “You are so stupid,” she said.

“Not my fault.” His voice was croaky and rough.

“It’s definitely your fault.” She shook her head. “All your fears and phobias and you somehow miss getting a chicken pox vaccine? What am I going to do with you?”

“Get me a beer?” he asked hopefully, a hand scratching absentmindedly at his chest.

She trapped it with her own, forcing him to stop. “Do not scratch. You’ll regret it. How about I run you a bath instead? We’ll put some oatmeal in it.”

“I am not taking a bath like some frou frou spa day,” he protested.

“Then itch away my friend,” she said, getting up. “I’m going to make dinner. Let me know when you change your mind.”

He lasted about ten more minutes before he gave in. “All right!” he yelled. “Make me a lady bath!”

She walked back into the room, a smirk on her face. “That’s what I thought.”

As it turned out an oatmeal bath wasn’t too bad. It was actually kind of nice. And it did help a lot with the itching. “I told you so,” Lisa said, sitting on the edge of the tub.

Sonny opened one eye. “This stays between us right?”

She snapped a picture of his face with her phone. “That depends on if you’re nice to me. If not, this goes straight to Clay’s inbox.”

Sonny spent an incredibly miserable week and a half at home in bed. The rash spread all over his body to the point that he couldn’t walk by a mirror without grimacing in horror. He was no Brad Pitt, but now he looked like something the cat had dragged in. Not that he was doing much walking. The fever and body aches had him pretty well confined to his bed or the couch. Never in his life had he been more grateful for Lisa who brought him food and forced him to complete some basic hygiene tasks to keep himself alive and going.

Trent stopped by a handful of times, likely aware that Sonny would die in his own bed rather than go to the hospital if things became dire. Clay came by with some Gatorades and chicken soup. Even Naima came over to check in, probably prompted by Ray’s complete lack of information on the situation. “Looks like you’re on the mend,” she said after taking his temperature. “The spots should clear up within a couple of days. Have you been using the lotion I sent with Trent?”

“Yes. Don’t help much with the itching though.”

“Well there’s not a whole lot we can do about that. It’s got to be getting better though, right?”

“I suppose,” he grumbled.

“Just remember not to—“

“Scratch. I got it.”

“You know you’re pretty lucky. Chicken pox isn’t typically too bad in kids, but it can be really hard on adults.”

“This is lucky?!” Sonny asked.

She gave him a wry smile. “Your fever could have spiked so high it caused brain damage. Or you could have gotten a bacterial infection in your skin. Or given yourself pneumonia. Or—“

“All right I got it,” he griped.

She stood, picking up her purse. “What I’m saying is, next time, make sure you get a vaccine.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice. Thanks for coming by.” She’d worked a full shift before coming over and he knew she wanted to get home to Ray and the kids. But that was who Naima was, if someone on the team was down, she was there to pick them back up.

She patted his shoulder. “Call if you need anything.”

Lisa came home a couple hours later. “Hey, how was your day?” she asked.

“D’you know The Price is Right is still on?”

“Nope, and it is definitely time for you to go back to work,” she said, settling in next to him on the bed. “I heard Naima came by and gave you the go ahead.”

“Yep. I think she brought lasagna or something. It’s in the fridge.”

“Oh thank god, I was not in the mood to figure out dinner again tonight.” She slid closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“Chips?” He offered her the bag of BBQ chips he’d been munching on.

“Thanks.”

He reached across his chest to scratch his shoulder and she caught his hand without looking. “Don’t.”

[caleb-is-existing]

Finally got my shit together and wrote it

[ao3feed-ncis]

EVEN THE STRONG NEED SAVING SOMETIMES...

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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

[wonderwhump]

Too much blood

I wrote a little whumpy SEAL TEAM story for Febuwhump 2022 (@febuwhump ) day 1 - head wound. Hope you enjoy it!

Brock felt something impact with the back of his head. Hard. His head, and with it his whole body, flew forward and stars exploded in front of his eyes. His legs buckled and he was too dazed, or maybe just too surprised by what the hell was going on here, to put his arms in front of his body to catch his fall. Painfully he faceplanted on the sidewalk. He heard his nose crack and break, blood pouring over his face. The coppery taste of blood was in his mouth. He felt lightheaded and saw black dots around the edge of his vision. Brock blinked several times to try and get rid of the blurry vision and clear his head a little. He wasn’t entirely successful with it and had a hard time focusing, when a heavy boot kicked him in the ribs. Pain exploded in his chest and he gasped for air. Once, twice, panicking slightly. He folded up on himself, lying on his side, one arm up to protect his head, one arm around his middle, curled in fetal position.

“Grab his wallet, Joe. And his phone or whatever that dude has on him.”

Ah, so that’s what this was about. A mugging.

“Wallet ‘n’ phone are in my jeans pockets. Just take ‘em ‘n’ piss off!” Brock slurred. He looked up at them. Two, no, tree guys, twenties, white, smirking. They had a baseball bat.

“Awww, look at him, trying to be cocky. You one of those SEALs, boy? Well, you’re not so big and brave now, are you!” one of the guys sneered and kicked him in his back. The pain shot through his body like fire and Brock arched his back, panting. The guy with blond hair rummaged through Brocks pockets for any objects of value he might find.

“Only a wallet. Let’s take it and go, Tony,” he said nervously.

But apparently Tony had other plans, he didn’t just want to take Brock’s money and phone, he wanted to play with him – hurt him.

Brocks Vision started to tunnel again. But he wouldn’t go down without a fight. So, still lying on the sidewalk, he grabbed the legs of the guy closest to him - wallet-guy - and yanked. The man lost his balance and crashed down hard on his right side next to Brock.

Brock tried to scramble up, but was brought back down to the ground once more buy a kick to the stomach that made him groan.

“You wanna fight, SEAL boy?” Tony shouted and some more kicks and punches from the three muggers rained down on Brock. Head, back, leg, ribs…

His head started to feel all mushy and dull.

“Maybe I should have just stayed home tonight, instead of going out for drinks with the team,” he thought. “Drinking is bad for your health anyway.” And for a second, he found that thought so funny that he chuckled quietly.

“What’s so funny, SEAL boy? Hm?” Tony screamed at him.

Brock came up on his elbows, all dizzy, and vomited pinpoint on Tony’s boots.

Then everything went black.

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“Oh no, Brock forgot his phone here!” Trent discerned back inside the bar, where he was still sitting with Clay, Sonny and Lisa. Brock had just left, earlier than the others, to check on Cerberus at home. “He’d forget his own stupid head if it wasn’t screwed on,” Sonny joked.

“I’ll go and see if I can still catch him. Blackburn will kill him if he doesn’t show up for a possible mission briefing in time just because he’s a scatterbrain.” With that Trent jumped up from the bar stool and paced for the door of the bar. It was dark outside, but he still spotted Brocks truck a bit down to road, right away.

“Brock? Hey, brother, you forgot your phone,” he shouted while waving the phone in his hand. But Brock wasn’t sitting in his car. He also wasn’t standing beside it. Trent went around the truck towards the trunk and almost stumbled over something that way lying on the ground there.

He looked down and saw that it actually wasn’t something on the ground, but somebody. Brock. His best friend lay there in a bloody heap. Clearly unconscious.

His stomach clenched and adrenalin rushed through him when he looked over his friends crumpled form. Trent had no idea what had happened here and at the moment it was irrelevant anyway. Medic mode kicked in and he knew he had to assess and treat Brocks injuries as soon as possible. He crouched down next to his younger brother and softly spoke to him. “Hey Brock, you with me, brother?” Slightly patting his cheeks, then rubbing his sternum.” Open your eyes for me, ok?” A small, painful groan from Brock. “Hey Brock, you have to stay awake for me now!” Brock half opened his eyes. “Tr’nt…? Sick!” With a painful heave Brock retched and puked water and bile.

“Oh Jesus, Brock. What happened to you?”

Trent started checking Brocks head first, that’s where he saw the most blood. His nose was clearly broken, there was blood all over his face, the nose was swollen and the bruising under his eyes had already started to form. But that wasn’t what worried Trent. It was the pool of blood on the street under Brocks head that made his heart sink. Carefully he checked and found a big gash on the back of Brock’s head. Head wound. Concussion. That would explain the vomiting. But it also could be something worse, head trauma, fractured skull… Brock needed a hospital ASAP.

At that moment Trent saw Clay coming out of the door of the bar. When he spotted Trent crouching next to Brock’s truck he started to run towards them.

“Clay, call 911. Now! Brock is down. He’s lost a lot of blood. Head wound and possible head trauma!”

“Fuck! I’m on it!”

Trent would have liked to cradle his friends head on his lap until the ambulance was here. But he didn’t dare move him because of possible spinal injury. So, he just took his jacket off, carefully placed it under Brock’s head to hopefully stop or at least reduce the bleeding… And then sat there on the ground, next to his friend, and stroked the young man’s hair. The hair that was sticky with blood. Too much blood.

“I got you.” He repeated over and over again. “You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok.”

“Copy that.” Brock mumbled, hardly audible and gave a week smile before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out.

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Welcome to my re-posting of my SEAL Team fics (primarily Clay/Trent) in chronological order!  Here’s the second fic in the timeline:

Title: Rules of Engagement

Rating: T

Word Count: 568

Summary:  

Full Metal and Trent walk into a bar....

Actual violence takes place off-screen. Written for  Day 3 Prompt (Imprisonment) for FebuWhump 2021

Can be read on A03 or tumblr.

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Where There’s Smoke

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Sonny Quinn, Clay Spenser, Jason Hayes, Ray Perry, Trent Sawyer, Brock Reynolds, Cerberus, Vic Lopez

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“God damn it you scared the mother fucking life out of us,” Trent said, loosening Sonny’s vest as he coughed and gasped for air. Trent was by nature on the quieter side, so anytime he started swearing this much it meant they had genuinely scared him. Apparently almost losing four members of his team was enough to send him over the edge. “Of all the shitty fucking stupid…”

Sonny ignored his buddy’s rant and took in the other members of his team. Ray was talking to Vic who seemed out of it, probably because he’d taken the worst of the smoke down by that hole. And Clay was still pulling Brock through their makeshift escape hatch. Trent was right, this had been a shitty fucking stupid way to nearly go out. “Wash your eyes out,” Trent ordered, shoving a water bottle into his face.

“We ain’t got time—“

“Do it now or I’ll fucking do it for you,” he growled, popping the cap off threateningly.

“Cerb,” Brock was gasping. His face was covered in soot, his eyes wide with panic. “Is he—“

“He’s fine,” Jason said, pouring some water over the dog’s head so he could check for injury. “Better than the rest of you. They mobile?”

“Yeah sooner we get ‘em back the better. They all need oxygen,” Trent said from where he was working to wake up a groggy Vic. 

“Let’s move,” Jason ordered.

Clay grabbed Sonny’s arm but Sonny shook him off. “I’m fine,” he rasped and then hacked out a cough that had him doubling over. 

“Take a breather,” Clay said.

Sonny shook his head. “We gotta get back,” he wheezed.

Lisa was in trouble. Big trouble. The biggest kind of trouble she’d probably ever been in and none of them were there to help her. If they didn’t get back in time…he couldn’t even think about what losing her would mean for the team. And for him.

“Yeah but if you leave your lungs here it’s not going to help anything,” Clay told him. “I got ya. Come on.” He got under Sonny’s shoulder and helped him to his feet.

“Hold up!” Trent said sharply. He put his head to Vic’s chest. “He’s not breathing.”

Shit. Fucking shit. Sonny could only watch, frozen in fear as Trent began to pump Vic’s chest up and down. They’d killed their rookie on the first run out. It couldn’t end this way. Not here. Not for such a fucking stupid reason.

“Trent?” Jason asked after a long minute.

Trent paused, checking for a pulse and breath sounds. He nodded. “He’s back. Let’s get out of here. If it happens again I’m gonna have to intubate and I’d rather do that onboard than out in the open.”

It was a slog back to the plane. Cerb was whining and making raspy bark sounds, turning Brock into a basket case. Sonny’s chest felt like an elephant had taken up residence, but he wasn’t going to admit that to anybody. By the time they reached the plane he’d really started to feel the effects of nearly becoming burnt toast. His head throbbed and his eyes felt raw and weepy. 

Trent and Ray lowered Vic to the ground while Brock collapsed beside him, Cerb nosing his way into his handler’s lap with a sad whine. Clay tried to shove Sonny in their direction but he dug his heels in. “I’m fine.”

“Go sit your ass down over there,” Clay said. “Go!” he said again when Sonny didn’t move. “Trent’s just gonna come after you anyway once he’s done with Brock and Vic.”

Sonny reluctantly took a seat. Trent strapped oxygen onto Vic and began taking his vital signs while Brock collapsed onto a crate and rested his head against the side of the transport, his fingers running repeatedly over Cerb’s back. 

“Tell the pilot we’re ready for take-off,” Jason said to Ray. “And put a rush on it.”

It still might not be enough. If they hadn’t gotten trapped. If they’d all just moved a little faster.

Brock started coughing violently, hunching over in his seat. “Hey, hey breathe buddy,” Sonny said, surprised when his voice came out sounding like a bucket of rusty nails. Maybe he wasn’t as all right as he’d thought.

Trent looked up and immediately grabbed two more oxygen masks. “Put this on.” He threw one at Sonny while he strapped the other one to Brock’s face. “You got tightness in your chest?” he asked.

Brock nodded wearily. “Take deep breaths all right? Tell me if it gets worse,” Trent said.

“Is Vic all right?” Sonny asked.

“Put that the fuck on right now,” Trent ordered, reaching over to shove the oxygen mask onto Sonny’s face. “You can take it off when I fucking say you can.”

Still swearing. Still mad. Good to know.

Vic let out a moan and began to stir. “Hey, no, don’t do that,” Trent said grabbing Vic’s hand to keep him from dislodging the oxygen.

Vic fought back, pushing against Bravo Four, his eyes swinging wildly around the plane in obvious confusion. Sonny pulled off his own mask despite Trent’s warning and grabbed Vic’s other arm. “Hey, hey! You’re all right! Calm down. We got you,” he said.

Vic’s eyes found his and Sonny watched some of the panic disappear. “You good?” Trent asked.

He nodded and they both let go. “Deep breaths,” Trent ordered. “Can you sit up?”

Another nod so Trent and Sonny got him up, bracing him against the wall. Trent pulled out a pen light and began to check his eyes. “Don’t see anything in there, but they’re pretty irritated. I’ll get you some saline to wash ‘em out,” he said. “You breathing okay now? It’s not too difficult?”

Vic nodded. “Good man.” Trent squeezed his shoulder and went to get the saline solution. 

Clay appeared with a couple wet towels. “Try and get off as much soot off as you can. That stuff is full of carcinogens.”

Leave it to the boy scout to know something like that. Sonny checked his watch and felt his stomach lurch. They weren’t going to make it.

There was a new tightness in his chest now that had nothing to do with smoke or fire. They had to stop this. They had to save her. 

“We’ll get there,” Clay said quietly.

“I know,” Sonny said, even though he didn’t believe it.

It was unsettling how much the whole thing was affecting him. When they’d been trapped, when smoke had filled that room, all he could think about was how much regretted the whole thing. How he hated the way he’d pushed her out. How he had been too wrapped up in his own damn hurt and anger to see that she was drowning. And instead of offering her a lifeline like family should, he’d pushed her away.

He was an asshole.

He tried to swallow past the lump in his throat, but choked instead, chest squeezing so tightly he thought his spine might snap. “Sonny, you all right?” Clay asked.

He shook his head, unable to stop the barking, choking hack coming from his lungs. “Trent!” Clay yelled. “Lie down. Son of a bitch Sonny lie down!”

He shoved Sonny onto his back, pressing the oxygen back over his face. His vision became fuzzy at the edges as Trent appeared. He felt like he was back underwater again, his lungs filling up, killing him from the inside out.

There was a sharp pain in his thigh and then everything went grey for a long while.

When he came to he was still on the floor, his head in Trent’s lap. “If you fucking move I will kill you,” Trent growled, his hands firmly clamped onto Sonny’s shoulders.

Moving didn’t really feel like it was on the menu so he didn’t even try. His lungs seemed to kind of be working again, but his limbs were heavy and his eyes begged to close again. He forced them open, forced his brain to work. If they were going to save Davis they needed everybody.

From his semi-upright position he could see Brock completely zonked out on Cerb’s side. Vic looked pale, his eyes red rimmed, but he was upright, drinking some water, a protein bar on the seat beside him.

“How is he?” Jason approached, his face newly stitched up.

“Better now that he’s not being a fucking idiot,” Trent said. “They all need to get checked out back at the base.”

Sonny felt a flare of panic and struggled against Trent’s grasp. “But Davis—“

Trent gripped his shoulders tighter. “I’m fucking fine!” Sonny protested.

“You almost went into respiratory arrest!”

Jason held up a hand. “We’ll take care of things with Davis. Then you get checked out. All three of you.” He turned so Vic could see him. The kid nodded tiredly. Jason pointed a finger at Sonny. “No excuses. You see a real doctor. Not one who’s using her stripper money to pay her way through medical school.”

“Scout’s honor,” Sonny rasped.

He’d do anything if it meant getting Lisa out of trouble. He owed her that much.

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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.”

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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.”

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The Shituation: Chapter 2

Fandom: SEAL Team

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

Read Chapter 1 Here

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

Lisa was trained for combat but that didn’t mean she was enjoying fighting for her life. Ray and Clay had sandwiched her between them as they took up sniper positions on an outcropping of rock above the rest of the team. “All right Davis?” Ray yelled over the sound of gunfire.

“Yeah!” she yelled back.

“You picked a great day to join up,” Clay managed in between shots. “Get a taste of what it’s really like to be a SEAL.”

“I think I prefer sitting on the other side of things,” she said.

He just grinned and kept on shooting. 

How on earth they could stay so calm with all this chaos going on she would never know. She was no shrinking violet but this kind of combat was a little outside her comfort zone. There was a rock digging into her thigh and her neck was starting to cramp. She could feel sweat dripping down her back and her heart was pounding so hard it was almost painful.

“Clay, ten o’clock,” Ray said and Lisa watched as the youngest team member easily took out a man who was at least a football field away. Damn. Her boys were seriously lethal.

“Bravo Two, how you doing up there?” Sonny asked over the comms.

Ray let off a burst of gunfire, clearing Sonny and Brock’s way to the cave mouth. “What the hell would they do without us?” Clay asked.

Lisa rolled her eyes. Lethal and unbelievably cocky. “They’re all inside,” Ray said. “Get ready to move out, Jay’ll be calling any second.”

“Good thing you’re out here with us. This is where the party is,” Clay said.

“Remind me never to go to a party at your place!” Lisa yelled, ducking down as another round of fire flew over their heads.

“Bravo Two, Bravo Six, get down here,” Jason ordered.

Lisa assumed she was included in that summons too. “I’ll take point,” Ray said. He looked at Lisa. “Stay between us. Keep moving.”

She took a breath and gritted her teeth before giving him a nod. 

They moved fast, which was no easy feat on the steep slope. She tried to keep herself upright but it was difficult in the loose shale and dirt. Falling would only cause them more problems and she would not be the weak link in all of this, so she did her best to keep from tumbling down the hillside.

“Down!” Clay pushed her to the ground as something exploded nearby.

Dust and rock skittered over them, and she tasted dirt in her mouth, and then Ray pulled her to her feet, continuing their descent. They only made it a few more feet before she felt as much as heard Clay go down behind her. When she turned back it was to find him face down on the ground. “Ray!” she grabbed his arm to get his attention.

He turned around and immediately began backtracking, slipping in the dirt in his haste. “Fuck! Clay!”

They rolled him over and his face was screwed up in pain. “I’m all right,” he gasped. “Just got me in the thigh. It’s not bad.”

There was no way Clay was getting up without help and Ray was clearly trying to figure out how to carry his brother and keep them all safe at the same time. Lisa wasn’t going to be any help to Clay. He was twice her size and weighed about three time as much. But she could shoot. She reached down without a second thought and picked up Clay’s rifle. “I got it,” she said.

“Davis—“ Ray looked hesitant but they definitely didn’t have time for any kind of argument.

“I said I’ve got it,” she told him firmly. “Go!”

Ray pulled a groaning Clay to his feet and they ran as best they could down the hillside, Lisa pausing only long enough to offer the occasional burst of fire as cover.

She’d never quite know how they made it to the mouth of the cave without dying. It definitely had nothing to do with her abilities and probably everything to do with some kind of miracle. But the next thing she new there they were, inside, the rest of the team crowding around them. Sonny took the rifle from her hands and she realized they were shaking. She resisted the urge to shove them in her pockets.

She could feel Sonny’s eyes on her, but she refused to look up, because if she did, there was a good chance she was going to lose it and they couldn’t afford that right now. Today she was Bravo Seven. She needed to act like it.

She went to her knees beside Trent who was ripping open Clay’s pants. “Whoa, buy me dinner first,” Clay said, managing a smile despite the pain.

“Shut up,” Trent said as he cut through the fabric.

“What do you need?” Lisa asked.

“Hand me that gauze,” Trent said and Lisa moved to do what he’d asked even as she felt a cold wave of shock at the amount of blood Clay had already lost in only a few minutes. She couldn’t help but feel partially responsible. If he hadn’t been so busy protecting her he might have had a better chance of making it here unscathed.

“You hurt anywhere else?” Trent asked.

Clay shook his head. “It’s not that bad. Shit!” he exclaimed, letting his head fall back to the floor, breathing fast as Trent poured antiseptic over it.

“Yeah, I’ll be the judge of that. Another roll,” Trent said tersely and Lisa handed it over.

It took several minutes and a couple years off Lisa’s life until they got the bleeding to slow down. “Trent?” Jason asked when they finally had a second to breathe.

“Bleeding’s slowed a little. Bullet’s still in there. I gave him a blood transfusion and the morphine’ll hold his pain in check for now,” Trent said.

“Davis, you all right?” Jason asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded, trying to look calm. “I’m good.”

“She’s better than good,” Clay said, propping himself up on his elbows so he could see them all. “She was badass out there. Saved all three of us.”

“Don’t say that too loudly, Jay’ll have you replaced Clay,” Sonny said.

“I barely did anything,” Lisa said, a surge of pride running through her. It felt good to get praise from them for holding her own in such a dicey situation. 

Ray put a hand on her shoulder. “You did great.”

“Thanks.” She looked at Jason. “What’s the situation at TOC?”

“They’re on it. Although without you there it’ll probably take twice as long,” Jason said.

It was sweet the way they thought she was some kind of miracle worker. If they only knew how many times the save had come at the last second and been more of a luck thing than her actual capabilities they’d probably have ditched her for someone else a long time ago. 

“Here.” Sonny held out a water bottle. “You need to stay hydrated.”

“Thanks.” She stood and took it from him. That was when she realized her hands were covered in Clay’s blood. She swallowed hard. She’d seen the guys hurt before, had sat by their hospital beds, made them meals, helped get them back on their feet, but to watch the events that put them there happen in real time was chilling.

“You all right?” Sonny asked, lowering his voice a bit.

“Yeah.” She cleared her throat and tried to make that statement true as she wiped her hands on her pants. “Not a typical day at the office but what’s life without a little near death experience every once in a while?”

“There ya go!” he said with a grin. “Think positive. Little adventure is good for you.”

“Yeah I’m not sure I’d call this a ‘little’ adventure.” Her eyes wandered back to Clay who was now sitting up and eating a protein bar, sharing bits with Cerb when Brock wasn’t watching.

“He’s gonna be fine,” Sonny said. “We’ve been through worse than one little bullet hole.”

“Right.” She nodded. “I know.”

He stepped in front of her, his face more serious. “You’re going to be all right too. We’re going to get out of here.”

There was a lump in her throat as she looked at him, his face showing that he was telling her the truth. She could trust him, all of them, to get her home safely. She believed him, but it didn’t stop the panic that was clawing at her insides while she tried valiantly to keep it there. “You’re going to owe me a lot of beer,” she said.

He grinned. “Done.”

“Stop feeding him,” Brock grunted, having finally noticing what Clay was up to.

“He likes it,” Clay protested.

“Not part of his diet,” Brock replied, pulling the dog away from Clay’s side.

“Bravo One, how do you read?” Eric asked over the comms.

“Read you loud and clear, what’s the plan?”

“Still working on it. Looks like a third party has shown up, distracting your rebels for now.”

“Can we sneak out while they’re distracted?”

“Negative Bravo One. The two parties are on either side of where you’re holed up. We’re working on an exit strategy. Standby.”

“Roger that.”

That explained why no one had come busting in the door after them yet. Apparently they were going to be here a while.

“Gentlemen,” Sonny nodded at Lisa, “and lady. What we have here is a shituation.”

“Oh god.”

“Really Sonny?”

“Seriously?”

All the guys groaned while Lisa tried not to smile. Leave it to Sonny to feel like he had to lighten the mood.

Clay grinned. “All right, I’ll bite. What’s a shituation Sonny?”

Sonny pointed at him. “That’s why you’re my favorite Taylor Swift.” He cleared his throat, making sure he had the full attention of his audience. “A shituation is when you’re in a situation already and then it goes to shit. Hence a shituation. We got a flat tire: situation. We got pinned down by fucking rebels: shituation.” 

“Why don’t you shit your ass down and check how much ammo you have left?” Ray said making them all chuckle.

“Tough crowd,” Sonny grumbled, but he winked at Lisa as he went to do what Ray had told him to.

Lisa shook her head. Only Sonny. Even in a complete and total disaster, he was keeping the guys upbeat. 

They had about three seconds of warning before everything went to hell.

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The Shituation: Chapter 1

Fandom: SEAL Team

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

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

Blackburn hung up the phone, shaking his head. “They’re not going to allow it unless we send a woman. Her father won’t let her leave without a female chaperone.”

“Well seeing as we don’t have any lady SEALs on the payroll, I’m thinking that might be a little hard to come by,” Sonny said with a grin from where he lounged in his chair, feet up on the table.

The mission on their docket deviated significantly from the norm. A girl, twelve years old, had been sent to visit her father in country. She lived in the states but a shared custody agreement dictated that she spend her summers with him. Things had gotten heated with a neighboring tribe and both mother and father had agreed to let the girl return home early to Indiana. The mother had gone to her senator for help in getting her daughter out (with a significant amount of media coverage) and now Bravo was responsible for pick-up and delivery; with a few difficult stipulations.

“Anybody have something helpful to share?” Eric asked pointedly.

“I’ll do it.” Lisa sat forward in her chair. “I’m serious,” she said when nobody responded. “You need a woman. As it turns out, I happen to be one.”

“Davis you’re too valuable here in TOC.” Eric was already shaking his head but Lisa persisted.

“It’s a quick in and out right? Get the girl, bring her here, ship her back to her remaining family in the states.” Lisa shrugged. “She shouldn’t have to stay here just because her father demanded a visit. It’s not her fault things got heated and now she’s in danger.”

Eric looked at Jason. “She might be the only chance we’ve got. The girl is an American citizen. If something happens to her and the press find out we didn’t do anything…” he let the sentence hang as they both weighed their options.

“Look unless one of you is going to put on a skirt and play Mrs. Doubtfire, I think we’re out of time and options here,” Lisa told them pointedly.

“Well, Clay would make a very pretty girl,” Sonny drawled with a grin.

Clay used his own foot to shove Sonny’s off the table. “All right,” Eric said, hands on his hips. “Davis goes with you. Get ready, you roll out in twenty.”

Sonny saw the smile on Lisa’s face and felt his own coming on in response. It wasn’t too often that she got to tag along and she was clearly pleased with the turn of events. “Look who gets to go on a field trip.” He sauntered up to her as she was pulling on a vest. “That’s quite a look you’re sporting there Davis. Sure you’re up to carrying the extra weight?”

“You’re just jealous that you don’t have the right bits and pieces to get this job done,” she told him.

Seeing her in the gear was a little sobering. It was a cake mission. In, out, everybody back home by dinner, but he’d been on many a cake mission that quickly went sideways. He swallowed and told the little voice inside of him to stop saying things were going to go hinky.  It would be fine. He was just borrowing trouble when he should be enjoying the fact that he’d get to see her face for a change instead of just hearing her through the comms.

“Here.” Sonny reached for the straps on the back of the vest that she couldn’t quite get and began pulling them snug. “You just uh, you promise you’ll be careful out there right?” Sonny tried not to let nerves color the tone of his voice. If she knew he was worried she’d laugh in his face.

“You’re gonna be right there next to me. If anything happens, it’s your fault,” she teased.

“It’s always Sonny’s fault.” Clay came up behind her and clapped her on the shoulder. “You ready Bravo Seven?”

“Is that what we’re going with today?” she asked with a wry smile.

“Why not?” Ray joined them, still adjusting his vest as he walked. “You’re part of the team. Unless you’d rather your call sign be something like Butterfly.”

“Or Dandelion,” Clay offered.

“I’m partial to Kittycat myself,” Sonny said, shaking off his worry to join the fun.

“Bravo Seven’s just fine,” she told them drily.

“Bravo Seven is,” Jason declared. “Let’s ride.”

“Shotgun!” Lisa yelled, hopping aboard the transport vehicles.

That was how the day started, all of them joking and laughing as they pulled out of the base. An easy day. 

It was not how the day ended. They didn’t make it home by dinner. They didn’t even make it to the village at all.

Sonny cursed as a bullet hit the sand next to his head. At first it had just been a flat tire, then it had been an ambush. Rebels had taken out both trucks with rockets, leaving them stranded with nothing more than the ammo strapped to their backs and nowhere to seek cover.

“Fall back!” Jason yelled over comms. 

Clay and Ray were with Lisa, taking her into whatever overwatch position they could find. Sonny had dug in behind a small boulder with Brock, both of them popping up to return fire whenever possible. “Where the hell are we falling back to?” Sonny yelled.

Brock just shrugged and sent off another round, hitting one of the militants squarely in the chest.

Sonny squinted as he looked around, trying to find Jason’s position. “Bravo Three! On your six. Set of caves.” Trent’s voice crackled over the comms.

“Go,” Sonny told Brock. “I’ll cover you.”

Brock grabbed Cerb’s leash and ran as Sonny let off cover fire in rapid succession. “Bravo Two how you doin’ up there?” he asked.

In response there was a shower of gunfire and five more baddies went down. “Doing just fine,” Ray said.

Sonny wanted to ask if Lisa was all right but there was no time for extra chatter right now. She was one of them and he trusted the boys to take care of her. Instead he grabbed his gear and took off after Brock, catching up with Jason and Trent on the way.

“You know once we go in there, we might not be able to get out,” Sonny said, looking at the mouth of the cave.

“This area is full of caves and passages,” Trent said. “There’ll be a back door.”

Sonny decided not to mention that meant the bad guys had two ways of getting in. They needed a moment to recover and this was their only option so in they went.

The caves had clearly been occupied recently because there was functional lighting inside. Sonny took a second to investigate as they cleared the space and found a small generator and battery powered lanterns. “Jace, I think we just walked into baddie headquarters,” he said.

“All right, make sure we don’t have any unwanted company,” Jason ordered.

The narrow passage in gave way to a larger area with room enough for all of them. At the back was another narrow space in the rock, barely big enough for a grown man to squeeze through. Sonny didn’t want to think about who might be waiting for them on the other side of that.

Trent set up a defensive position at the front entrance and Brock took Cerb to cover the back while Sonny continued poking through the supplies that had been left behind. “No weapons or food boss,” Sonny said.

Jason nodded.  “Bravo Two, Bravo Six, get down here,” he ordered once they were certain they didn’t have any unwanted company.

“Roger that Bravo One,” Clay said.

Sonny felt his nerves settle a bit. They were coming. Lisa was coming. Soon he’d be able to see for himself that she was fine.

“TOC this is Bravo One how do you read?” Jason asked.

���Read you loud and clear Bravo One. What’s the situation?” Blackburn asked.

“We’re hunkered down for now,” Jason said. “Bravo Two and Bravo Six inbound with Bravo Seven.”

“She all right?”

“Everybody’s fine. But we’re going to need a little help getting out of here.”

“Roger that. Standby.”

Jason looked around the room. “Everybody good?”

“No movement here,” Brock said, keeping Cerberus tight to his side. 

Trent shook his head. “Nothing here either.”

Static crackled loudly over the line and they could hear garbled shouting from Ray. Sonny felt a prickle of fear down his spine. “Bravo Two, say again your last?” Jason demanded.

“Clay’s hit!” Ray yelled back. “We’re coming in hot!”

Sonny locked eyes with Jason as Trent shrugged immediately out of his pack. Things had just gone from bad to worse.

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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.