Some headcanons - all set (and written) directly after each episode. Started with episode 5 of season 2. Some episodes have multiple chapters. Chapter length will vary. Various ships and relationships will be explored as inspiration strikes.

Rated K+.

Clay goes to Sonny first, then Jason. Why is that not the thing he has to worry about first?

AKA: The first time I've ever been happy with a scene I wrote in Jason's perspective.

Things Not Seen

Sonny had shown up on his door step with a grim face, a case of beer, and Clay - anger in his eyes and jaw set tight. Jason was aware that his night in on the couch with his children watching Spider-Man had just been rescheduled.

"What's up?" Jason led the two into his kitchen. Sonny leaned against the counter, cracked open his first beer.

The long drag was an omen.

"My father's publishing another book," Clay's arms went wide as a manic smile broke across his face. "And in one of his interviews he dished on details from one of ~our~ missions!"

Jason raised an eyebrow, looked from Clay to Sonny - who grimaced and nodded - and back to Clay. The blond was rubbing the back of his head.

"He cited a 'SEAL on the team.'" Clay's officially pacing his kitchen. Jason would say that's his job, but the kid appears to be mid-crisis so he keeps it to himself.

"You sure about this Clay?" Jason held the younger man's eyes. The kid paused mid-lap to look at him - eyes wide and tinged with worry. "You think someone's compromised the team?"

Clay shrugged, "I know it wasn't me, and Sonny's been pretty vocal about his ~distaste~ for Ash." Jason filed away Clay's use of his father's first name as part of the kid's daddy issue schtick and looked to Sonny.

"A distaste which just gets stronger with time," Sonny smiled, big and fake and - shit, Jason was going to have to talk to Davis about whatever the hell was going on with the cowboy later cause he was already on beer two. "Kid called me mid-panic after ditching his old man at the bar. Hope you stuck him with the tab."

Sonny turned to eye the kid as Clay balked, "I was not ~mid-panic.~" Jason didn't comment as Sonny lightly teased Spenser. His mind was already cycling through who in his chain of command they had to take this too first.

Later, when everything had blown over, he'd address why the hell the kid had gone to Sonny first.

"When did he give the interview?"

Clay shrugged again, "I saw it an hour ago."

"Which mission?"

"Saudia Arabia."

Jason grimaced. That would not go over well.

"Brass is gonna think it's me." Clay was staring at the sink, not meeting either of their gazes.

"We've got your back," Sonny looked like he might just punch a wall. Jason wasn't totally adverse to the idea - except then he'd have to spackle and repaint.

"Harrington or Blackburn," Jason breathed out, hands on his head, eyes on the ceiling, "Take your pick, cause we're waking somebody up."

It wasn't late enough to actually wake anyone, but interrupting their commander or his boss during dinner wasn't really a step above though.

Jason looked back at the two. Sonny was on beer three - definitely talking to Davis. Clay probably looked as terrified as he'd ever seen him. How the hell does a 28 year old look 12? How?!

Jason pulled out his cell with a sigh, "I'll make the call kid. Just relax."

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