A/N:Umm... so yeah, it's been a long time. Sorry. Anyway, this chapter's a little shorter than normal, but hopefully I can get the next one up soon (no promises.) Again, thank you to all of you who reviewed, followed, or favorited! You guys are great! Happy late Valentine's Day to everyone!

"This is Rider. I need a clean-up crew at Chelsea." A pause. "Seven dead, one wounded." Another. "Be quick about it, I should probably run these guys down to St. Dom's."

Wolf groaned, a phone was hung up, and someone was at his side.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty!" Cub said, leaning over him. Wolf grunted, trying to open his eyes. He was really tired. Fingers were snapped in his face, and Cub was pushing him into a seated position. "Hey, don't go anywhere, I don't think you're supposed to sleep after one of these things."

"What things?" Wolf asked, his words slurring together. He was finally able to open his eyes and the room was tilting slowly, back and forth.

"Concussions."

"Did I fall off the zip wire?" Wolf slurred. This was bad, he couldn't finish training if he had a concussion!

"No, 'bullet grazed your head. We're gonna go to a hospital in a few minutes." How did that happen? Cub started walking away.

"Where're you goin'?"

"Nowhere, I'm just going to check on the others."

"'Kay."

"Don't fall asleep."

"'Kay." he said, already disobeying. The next thing he knew, Cub was waking him up again, and the room was full of people.

"Hey Branson, can you help me with this one? Guy's damn heavy." That was Cub. Wolf tried to protest, but vomited instead. "Better not do that in my car." Cub grumbled, swinging one of Wolf's arm over his shoulder and hoisting him up so he was standing. Someone was on the other side, as well, but Wolf's head swam when he tried to look to see who it was. He didn't try again. His body moved on autopilot. One foot after the other, most of his weight leaning on the men on either side. When they dropped him into a car, he fell asleep again.

When Wolf woke up he was in front of a hospital. Someone helped him out of the car and inside.

"What're their names?"

"Ben Daniels, James Carter, Maclaren Drummond, and Landon Taylor. All with SAS."

"What happened?"

"Break-in, they had a sniper, but he was neutralized."

"Did anyone take a hit?"

"No."

"Then why is your sleeve covered in blood, Alex?" The voice sounded exasperated.

"It's called a graze!" Wolf managed to open his eyes in time to see Cub throw his hands in the air. He chuckled and the other man (a doctor, it seemed) was at his side in an instant, pointing a light in his eyes.

"Good, good," he muttered, then cleared his throat. "You'll be fine Mr. Carter, just a concussion."

"What happened?" Wolf asked gruffly, looking at Cub. The kid was ignoring him, leaning against a wall and looking as if he owned the place.

"You and your team were attacked at Mr. Rider's place in Chelsea." He must've seen the alarm in Wolf's eyes, because he quickly assured him that the other members of his unit were all alive.

"How many?" The doctor looked at Cub.

"Eight." Cub grunted. Wolf looked at the kid out of the corner of his eye.

"Were the others hurt?"

"Only a little banged up, Fox was out for the count not long after you, but the others never even lost consciousness."

"Where are they?"

"In this hellhole somewhere." Cub grumbled while the doctor glared at him halfheartedly.

"And... where exactly is that?"

"St. Dominic's."

"Ahh..." Wolf knew about St. Dominic's, in fact he'd been here before. Fox had gone there for evals after he'd gotten shot, occasionally dragging one of the others with him for one reason or another. Know that he thought about it... hadn't this been the hospital Cub had gotten his appendix taken out in? He opened his mouth to ask but Cub beat him to it.

"This is the military's official hospital in London. I'm surprised you haven't been a resident yet. I would've thought they'd've locked you into the psychiatric ward by now." Cub said, but his eyes glinted with amusement, and Wolf thought for a moment that the boy was happy. At the very least relieved. That they were all okay...?

As if he'd sensed the man's realization, Cub turned quickly to talk to the doctor once again.

"Can I leave now?" The older man crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow. Cub sighed, shrugging off his button-down, and rolling up the sleeve of the gray tee underneath. The doctor examined his arm carefully, then cleaned the wound and the the surrounding area.

"It needs stitches." he proclaimed.

Cub scowled. "I'll put some in when I get back."

Wolf snorted lightly. There was no way he was going to be able to stitch up his own right bicep. At least not well.

"Come on Alex." the doctor sighed, like this happened every day. Nothing would surprise Wolf anymore. Cub sighed, but offered his arm to the doctor.

"I'm leaving after this."

"After I check your shoulder? Sure."

"The shoulder's fine, I told you that weeks ago!"

"There was an infection, I can't just let you ignore it."

"It's always like this with you. You can't ignore this, you can't ignore that! If ignoring injuries killed a man, I'd be dead and buried by now!"

"You can't just take chances like that."

"Like hell I-"

"God, Cub! Could you just let the man do his job?" Wolf bellowed. The other two men in the room looked at him in surprise, as if they'd forgotten he was there. "You're giving me a freaking migraine." Cub stared at him for a second, that same funny look on his face. In a flash he looked away, grunting at the doctor to start.

He didn't even flinch when the needle slipped into his skin.

A/N: Soooooo, what'd'ja think? I really am sorry about Snake's name, I pretty much just looked up Scottish surnames and used two of them. I think the unit'd call 'im Mac, and Eagle'd call him Mackie to annoy him (has anyone read The Replacement? Kinda creepy, but soooo good!)

My area just had our annual February thaw, and we've got 3+ feet of snow, so everything's a little... flooded. Fingers-crossed that it cools down again soon. If you have flooding by you, good luck and stay safe!