A/N: And I'm back! This chapter was fun to write It deals with a lot of Hormones and unintentional turn-ons, especially for Jack, our hormonally distressed 17 year old. He's one of those guys who's muscled to the core, but he's way smaller than Roger, who's got a thick muscled build. How will they clash in this chapter? Especially when our certain someone catches himself staring at Roger as he works himself to his limit.

I'm not happy about this. I'm burning up, I look like a sweaty hobo… Well, a sexy, sweaty hobo. But, what makes it worse is, I'm standing right behind Roger. He's still topless, and for some reason I can't stop myself from stealing glances at him. The drill sergeant makes his way across the rows, and rows of sweaty faces. His eyes shaded beneath a large rimmed hat.

He stops, and does a left haste, in a very snappy manner. He glares at everyone, icy blue eyes snapping here and there, the twins seem to crumble as his harsh gaze lands on them. The drill sergeant leans forward, hovering over them, as they refuse to break eye contact with him, "STOP SNIVELING!" his face nearly pops from the amount of force he exerts in his shout.

"Yes sir!" they shout back rather pathetically, they straighten themselves up, the drill sergeant doesn't take his eyes off them as he continues down the line. He finds another boy, about Sam and Eric's age, tying his shoes, the sergeant closes in on him. The boy notices and immediately snaps into attention, the sergeant glares daggers into him then moves on.

"NOW, I EXPECT ALL OF YOU TO GIVE ME 100% OF YOUR COOPERATION! NONE OF THIS HALF ASS BULLSHIT! GIVE ME ALL YOU FUCKING CAN! I WANT YOU CRAWLING ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES WHEN WE'RE DONE, BEGGING TO GO HOME TO MAMA SO SHE CAN KISS YOUR BLEEDING WOUNDS!" He glares at all of the boys, who respond with a loud "YES SIR!" he moves along their ranks, looking left and right his gaze falling on Jack for a moment, until he moves on. Ralph looks over at Jack for a moment, then faces forward.

"GIVE ME TWENTY LAPS! GO!" all of the boys break into a run, making their way for the rocky track leading a quarter of a mile around the back lot. The sun beats down on all of them. Blistering heat, and jagged rocks underfoot. Jack's blond hair catches the sun just right and it shines brilliantly, almost like Frances' hair. This is ridiculous. Usually they wait to spring this on you when you actually join the army.

Ralph evens out with Jack, as they run side by side, "How… is it so far?" Ralph struggles to huff out his question. Jack shakes his head, some sweat running down his face, "I… Fucking… Hate… this…" He can barely speak.

"Don't you… Actually have to… Join the army to… do this?" Jack nearly dies from asking the question, Ralph shakes his head "No, in some academies… It's not this intense… But the school did… warn people on their… brochures about intense physical… activity." Ralph takes in a huff of breath, some boys crowd past him, while others struggle to keep up with the group.

Oh god… Not now… Roger coasts along and up beside him, offering him a smile before plowing ahead, his back sweaty, and his bicep muscles bulging and glistening with sweat. I hate you… he forces himself to look away and at the passing school grounds. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll fall and get hurt really bad, just so I can get out of this for a while…

The next four laps are complete agony, Roger was in front of him the entire way, Ralph beside him. He's not even a quarter of the way done, and the drill sergeant can't seem to shut his trap. "COME ON YOU PANSIES! YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT! DON'T HALF ASS IT!" anyone who looked at him could swear he'll shout his 50 year old body into a heart attack.

There's one thing that keeps making it's way into his field of vision, Roger. Him and his amazing body, why did he have to be so… Don't you dare say it! So… I'm fucking warning you right now bro! Athletic. Thank god! I thought you were gonna- Delicious! FUCK YOU AND THE HOMELESS PEOPLE LIVING UNDER YOU CAJONES!

Minutes turn to hours as the boys continue their training. Running, Jumping Jacks, Push ups, crunches, all of it Jack could handle. Until they got to the obstacle course, a daunting task, the entire stretch of field is covered with crawling under barbed wire, tall walls, ropes and tires.

The Drill sergeant walks along their ranks, everyone is red, tired, and sweaty from their 'warn up' which should be considered an entire day in football practice. "Alright! All of you here today are going to do 3 reps in this course, so that means when you get to the end once, you get your cock blocked asses back over to this mark and do it again!" he digs his heel in to the ground and scrapes a line in the dirt. The task given causes most of the boys to cringe, it's a death sentence to complain.

"Now when I count to three! I don't want you walking, I want you running! I want you to push yourselves to get this done!" he gives all of them a very small crooked smile, "One…" the twins wipe some sweat off their brow, "Two…" Ralph takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, "Three…" Roger gets into his running position, "GO!" all of them take off, half of them dropping on their stomachs and crawling beneath rusty old barbed wire, while the others take to the tire trail.

Sam and Eric crawl with all their might through the mud underneath the barbed wire, which is nice and cool, providing relief for some. "COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! USE YOUR MUSLCES!" The Drill sergeant stands at the side of the course, watching everyone with a cruel smile.

Jack and Roger come to the wall, it's wooden and flat all the way up, with just a rope for support, "Fuck this…" Jack grabs the rope and forces his hips into the air, and planting his feet firmly on the wall. Roger does the same, and the two make their way to the top, Roger scoots up onto the top and flings over to the other side and grabs the other rope to go down.

Jack flips over the wall and grabs the rope, and starts to slide down, easing his speed as his hands slide roughly against the rope. He releases from the wall and catches himself and takes off after Roger, who catches a glimpse of the blond making his way right up beside him.

Now comes the barbed wire, the two of them fly forward and onto their bellies, crawling like mad, the drill sergeant's screams continue on behind them. All of the boys ahead of them make a 180 turn and run back around the track and to the starting line. Jack's arm moves up a few inches, enough to drag along the barbs, he winces but keeps going.

Roger plows through the mud like a monster and emerges from the end, Jack in close pursuit behind him, the two of them leap to their feet and tear back for the start, Jack's lungs are literally causing him agonizing pain as he runs, he is only a quarter of the way back to the starting point. Where other boys are starting to visibly slow down as they start their second rep.

Ralph and the twins finally finish their first and come running about a hundred feet behind them, red and sweaty, and muddy from head to toe. Jack forces himself around the bend and back onto the course, Roger a few steps behind him.

The heat bears down on him, his blond hair burns brightly in the afternoon sun, and he makes his way for the tires. Left, right, left, right "FASTER, FASTER, FASTER!" the drill sergeant's screams really irking him. Jack finally breaks free from the tires, and makes his way to the wall, some boys still struggling to get to the top.

He and Roger, yet again take to the wall, grabbing the ropes and scaling with considerable speed, the top is so close, Jack sees a flurr in the center of his vision, and his head tingles. He forces himself to climb faster, he reaches the top and grabs for the rope on the other side, but he cannot reach it. His center of balance starts to wane as the tingling in his head screams.

He feels like he is floating, but manages to look to his side, seeing Roger still on the wall rush past him with demonic speed, until he feels something slam into him with great force…

His world goes black. Everything goes silent, He can feel himself moving around, more like writhing, or being man handled. His vision slowly cuts in, he catches a glimpse of a muscled chest, and dark eyes. "AH GREAT!… GET THIS…CK SUCKER AW…IRMARY NOW!" He catches a glimpse of the drill sergeant looking at him, his face hard and uncaring. All of the boys' eyes are on him, as he feels someone lift him off the ground.

"You're gonna be fine ok?" he hears a deep, soothing voice, it sounds familiar. He tries to focus his vision on whoever is with him, and is not very surprised to see Roger, carrying him like he weighs nothing. Even now? Isn't this what I wanted to get away from? Now he's holding me! And I'm buried in his sweaty chest… the smell… masculine… delicious… Stop it bro!

Jack's eyes flutter open, blinding white light flooding his vision, he hears himself groan from the discomfort as he tries to shield his eyes, but arms hold them down. His vision slowly begins to clear, a familiar face creeps over him, another pair of dark eyes, but kinder and less creepy. "He's coming to. How you feeling Jack?" it's Frances' voice, he reaches for Jack's eyes and gently opens them wider, shining a light into them.

"Pupils are normal." Frances puts his hand to his forehead. Jack manages to look around the room, he spots Ralph, Sam and Eric, and finally a glimpse of Roger. Another man, older than all of them sits at his desk, looking at him quizzically. Frances looks back at him and they speak very quietly, Jack strains to listen in, until he is interrupted by a throbbing sensation that seems to pound him into the mattress like a rag doll.

Frances looks at him trying to sit up, "Whoa, whoa, whoa." He puts a gentle but firm hand on Jack's shoulder, "Lie back down, you'll be okay." He adjusts Jack's pillow under him head and gently lies Jack's head back down. "Wha…What happened?" Jack can't tell if he really spoke or if he was dreaming, "You fell and bumped your head." Frances says rather bluntly, "Roger brought you in here. You're really lucky, you've only bumped your head, but the way you landed you coulda broke your neck."

Those words linger in Jack's mind, I almost died? "That's something you'll remember when you graduate." Ralph says a bit to early, as everyone in the room shoots him a cold glare. Frances looks back at him, "We're gonna keep you in here overnight. I'll be in here if you need anything."

Frances gives him a smile, and reaches for the ice pack on Jack's forehead.

Roger and the others stand and make their way over to Jack, the twins look at him with shining eyes, and biting their lips. "Feel better Jack." Says Eric, or Sam… He couldn't tell right now. They both poke his shoulder gently before turning and shuffling out of the infirmary. Ralph and Roger both look at him like 'whoa' Ralph pats him on the shoulder before leaving. Roger lingers for a moment, "Feel better." He says quietly, as not to alert Frances or Ralph.

Roger gives him a smirk and walks out into the hallway, something about that causes Jack's spine to tingle. You're sick, you know that? Jack closes his eyes and tries to sleep, but he is trying to hard to block out the noises in the office. "Frances?" Jack asks weakly, no answer, but Frances looks over at him. "Can you give me something please? My head hurts." Jack looks at him with the puppy eyes.

"I'm not allowed to. Unless you have a prescription given to us by your parents, I can't really give you anything, and don't use the puppy eyes, they never work." Frances gives him a coy smile. The male nurse at the desk glances at his files, picks them up and leaves the room, "I'll be back in a bit, I gotta go drop these off in the counselors office."

"Okay." Frances sees the nurse off, and once the door shuts he looks over to Jack, who still tries his best to go to sleep. "Is it really that noisy?" Jack nods. Frances looks over at a bottle of pain killers, and starts to shift on his feet. "Are you sure you can't give me anything?" Jack asks once more, this time with a serious face, which hits Frances hard.

"I can't, but I could get suspended for doing this." Frances walks over to the pill bottle, and opens it, taking out a single pill and reading the prescription label. He eyes the single pill, and looks back at the warnings, 'Drowsiness will occur…' he does a double take to Jack then closes the bottle and sets it back exactly where and how he found it.

He grabs the staple remover from the desk and uses the sharp edges to snap the pill in two. Throwing the other half into the sink and washing it down, he grabs a small Styrofoam cup and fills it with water. He walks quickly over to Jack, "Here." Jack looks at the pill, and grabs it, before slowly raising it to his mouth. "Now drink" he gives Jack the cup, and he slowly takes a sip, while Frances waits impatiently, since the counselors office is just 3 doors down.

Jack finishes and gives Frances the cup, who trashes it. "What did you give me?" Jack gently closes his eyes, "A pain killer. It'll make you sleep for a while. But you'll feel a lot better once you wake up." Frances pats Jack on the shoulder before turning and going back to a small pile of text books that wait on the counter. Jack watches him for a minute before he starts to loose focus, and eventually slips into a deep sleep.

All he could hear was faint booms…

A/N: I finally got this far! I'm happy! You'll find me apologizing a lot for my grammar mistakes and if the story goes by a little too fast. But anyways, poor Jack is sleeping and dealing with his internal conflict of whether he is actually falling for our lovely little sadist. We all know that this is a pre-island story, but not waaaayyyy before, more like a couple days before. ^-^ So what will happen next chapter? Ooooooo The suspense! But I will not give it all away, and hopefully next chapter we have some more yummy Roger-ness. Or better yet, some yummy Jack-ness :D Please review and what not