An Officer and a Sonny
Chapter 2
Clay walked into the room just as Sonny hung up the phone. Sonny pocketed his phone quickly, and moved towards the door, hoping to avoid any questions about who he was talking to or what they were talking about.
Unfortunately for Sonny, Clay was faster.
Clay jumped in front of Sonny, blocking his exit.
"Where you going? Meeting up with whoever was on the other end of that phone call?" Clay said with a snort.
"You wish, Pretty Boy." Sonny said, attempting to side step the younger SEAL.
"Come on. Where are you going?" Clay said, failing to contain his eagerness to do something interesting.
"Kid. You have got to relax a little. We are here for three months, and we haven't even starting our actual mission yet. I get it, you're a little trigger happy right now. You need to learn to appreciate this deployment, they don't come around that often." Sonny said, clapping Clay on the shoulder.
"You're kidding me, right? You of all people have to be climbing the walls ready to get some action. You're telling me you're happy just sitting around, doing nothing? I don't believe it. Something is up with you and I'm going to figure it out." Clay said, squaring his shoulders to block Sonny from leaving.
"Really?" Sonny said with a laugh. "You thinking you are going to stop me from leaving, until I tell you all of my deep, dark secrets?"
"Not all of them. Just the Philippines ones," Clay said with a cocky grin.
"Sorry, Blondie. No secret to tell. Well, at least not this trip, anyway." Sonny said lightly pushing Clay aside.
Sonny left the room and wandered the property. He understood where Clay was coming from. He was as trigger happy as the Kid, he just had enough common sense to hide it better. Winding his way around the pool, Sonny headed for the bar. He spotted Jason on the outdoor patio yelling into his cell phone. Sonny caught the words "deadline", "loans", and "school" and decided to leave Bravo 1 alone.
Scanning the area, Sonny spotted Trent eating at the bar with Brock and Cerberus. Cerberus jumped from his barstool when he spotted Sonny. Sonny kneeled down to greet the dog. Cerberus sniffed Sonny from head to toe. Once he had determined that it was in fact Sonny, and that he was fine, Cerberus licked Sonny's face.
"All right. All right. That's enough. Come on. Hey, watch where you put that nose." Sonny said, glaring at Cerberus.
"Sonny! What's going on?" Trent exclaimed.
"Just wandering around." Sonny replied.
"Uh huh. So, where's the party? And, what's her name?" Trent asked with a laugh.
"Don't look at me." Sonny said.
"Sure, man. Whatever you say." Brock said with a smirk, ruffling Cerberus' fur.
"You guys have fun. I'm grabbing the Kid and hitting the gym. Let's see if I can wear him out." Sonny said.
"Oh man, I almost want to go watch that." Trent said, turning to Brock.
"It might be a good one." Sonny said, walking away.
Taking out his phone, Sonny paused for a second, thinking back to the last person he talked to. Davis, he thought. Snapping out of his thoughts, Sonny typed "Gym. Now. Bring the gloves," and send the text to Clay.
Sonny was jogging on the treadmill when Clay walked into the gym five minutes later.
"About time, Blond-zilla." Sonny said, jumping off the treadmill. "So… you want to lift heavy, or punch each other in the face?"
"Really? You want to fight me?" Clay said with a raised eyebrow.
"Come on. You want to know my secrets? Beat the out of me." Sonny said with a cocky grin, picking up a pair of gloves. "Unless you don't think you can take me."
"Come on. I'm younger. I'm faster. I'm taller." Clay said staring at Sonny, trying to gage his seriousness.
"If you're scared…" Sonny said.
"I'm ready. I'm ready to hear about all whatever you're hiding." Clay said, fastening his gloves.
"You gotta beat me first, Pretty Boy." Sonny said. "All right. Rules. Nothing below the belt. Fight ends when one of us gives up. You good with that?"
"I'm gonna love making you quit." Clay said smiling. "Let's go."
Sonny and Clay bump gloves and get started. Clay moves forward with abandon, as Sonny circles away judging his range and getting a fix on Clay's timing. Clay throws a wild hook punch that Sonny avoids, and counters with an overhand right of his own. Clay saw the punch coming but couldn't get completely out of the way in time. Rubbing his chin from the blow, Clay smiles back at Sonny.
"Not bad, but that's the last shot you're gonna get." Clay said with a laugh that didn't reach his furrowed brow.
"Keep talking." Sonny said, as he gestured for Clay to 'bring it on' with his gloves.
The rest of the match was more of the same. Clay's cockiness led to wild swings, and crisp counters from Sonny. Sonny was able to settle into a rhythm of countering Clay's haymakers and was easily besting the younger man. Clay's frustration was written all over his face, much to Sonny's amusement.
"You about ready to call this? It's been ten minutes, and frankly, my arms are tired from punching you in the face." Sonny said smirking at Clay and chuckling at the rise he was getting from the Kid.
"No way. You want to stop, you lose." Clay said, practically spitting the words at Sonny. Wiping his face and noticing a few bright red droplets on the back of his glove, Clay gritted his teeth and continued the match.
After dropping Clay to his knees with a liver punch, Sonny stands over the fallen SEAL and extends his hand. "You ready to move on?"
"No way." Clay said, swatting Sonny's hand away and standing up. "I'm not stopping until I've won."
"Kid, you're not going win. You're too pissed off to see straight, much less think straight. Get your emotions in check, or I'm gonna knock you out." Sonny said as a trace of worry seeped across his face. He had no intention of hurting Clay or knocking him out. He just wanted to burn off some of the kid's energy. Sonny made a mental note to not underestimate Clay's competitiveness in the future.
Shaking his head, Sonny sighed. "If you give up now, I'll give you the address for the Pleasure Palace. They've got the best, uh, wings in the Philippines." Sonny said with a smirk.
"No way. A bet is a bet. I want to know what's up. The real story." Clay said, squaring his shoulders.
Clay lunged a Sonny, who moved to his right, spun on his lead foot and hook punched Clay in the jaw as he moved out of the way. The blow sent Clay sprawling to the floor. Popping up quickly, Clay lunged for Sonny again. This time landing a push kick to Sonny's gut, sending him crashing to the floor three feet away.
"Oh, crap. Are you okay? I'm sorry. I, uh. Crap." Clay exclaimed, rushing to Sonny's side.
"I'm fine, you moron. Get off me." Sonny said, lightly pushing Clay off, and standing up. "What the hell was that? Last time I checked, boxing prohibited kicking your opponent across the room."
"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I lost my cool. I'm really sorry." Clay said, looking Sonny in the eye.
"Uh huh. It was a good kick though." Sonny said, rubbing his abs. "Come on. We're done here. You're buying me a beer. Or ten."
The next morning, Sonny woke up and pulled out his phone. He had started emailing Davis the first day of OCS, and even though he knew it was stupid, he still did it every morning. He had to google most of the quotes, using up his own in the first three days. He wanted Davis to know he believed in her, and that he was thinking of her while he was deployed.
After hit send on his latest email he was surprised to hear his phone ding with a new message alert two minutes later. Seeing the message was from Davis, Sonny quickly opened the email.
"Hey Cowboy. Thanks for the pep talk yesterday. If you're still around, I have 20 minutes of phone time left."
Sonny immediately FaceTime'd Davis, hoping to get to talk to her before Spenser came back. He had no intention of telling Clay, or anyone else, about his relationship with Davis, and he wasn't about to get caught talking to her on the phone.
"Well, hey there, Davis." Sonny said, smiling into his phone.
"Hey, Sonny." Davis said, smiling back.
"Can we talk about this hair cut you got going on? I liked the long hair, but this is pretty good, too." Sonny said, grinning like an idiot.
"Oh, you like this, huh?" Davis said, playful running her hand through her hair.
"Oh yeah. Looking good there, Officer Davis. You ready for week two?" Sonny said.
"Ready as I'll ever be." Davis said with a sigh.
"Come on, Davis. You got this." Sonny said, trying to sound as sincere and encouraging as possible.
"I know. I know. I'm just complaining. You should recognize it, it's a Sonny Quinn special." Davis said with a cocky grin.
"Oh, ouch. Wow. I don't complain. I assess and voice my concerns." Sonny said, laughing at himself.
"Uh huh. I'll remember that. So… You miss me, Cowboy?" Davis said with a glint in her eye.
"Well, uh. I… uh. I mean. Well, um. You know. I, um." Sonny stammered.
"You okay, there?" Davis said with a laugh.
"Yeah. Yeah. You know. Just woke up. Processors are quite up to speed." Sonny said, running his hand through his messy hair.
"Uh huh" Davis said, still laughing at Sonny.
"But… uh. Yeah. It's weird without you. And, yeah. I miss you." Sonny said, looking up into Davis' eye.
"I miss you too, Cowboy." Davis said, returning Sonny's gaze.
"I should go. Before the Gunnery Sergeant sees me smiling and makes me do push-up until dawn." Davis said with a laugh that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
"Lisa…" Sonny started, waiting for Davis to look him in the eye again. "You got this. You are going to make an amazing officer. I know it. And you know it. Go be great."
"Thanks, Sonny."