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+.
Time to Shine
When the door opened Davis flinched to attention, but the only one standing in front of her was Trent. Hands in pocket and looking pointedly at the wall, "They got him out. He's alive."
Davis gasped, a chocked sob escaped her throat, "Thank god." Trent nodded, reached a hand out to help her up.
"Sonny's too stubborn to die," Trent clapped her on the shoulder, grinning. Davis took a steadying breath. "Though now he's got experience to back up those damn phobias of his."
"Oh, god…" Davis groaned, her laughter croaking out as she pressed a hand to her face. "He'll be impossible." She took another breath. When she met Trent's eyes there was a nervous concern staring back at her. Davis knocked his shoulder, "Don't be goin'all soft on me now."
Trent chuckled, "Never." A twinkle appeared in his eyes, "That's Sonny's job." Davis flushed. And Trent grinned, "Ah-ha, thought so." He turned on his heels and went back into the briefing room.
Davis closed her eyes, sighed, and followed him.
-.-.-.-
"So…" Clay propped his feet up on Sonny's bed. "When were you gonna mention your thing with Davis?" Sonny didn't answer. The man was still unconscious, but that was no excuse.
Ray and Blackburn had finally strong armed Jason into a bunk. Clay had agreed to stand, or sit, watch with Sonny until Mandy could arrange another transport.
"I mean, she's basically the team sister," Clay laced his fingers behind his head. "Forget fraternization, that's basically incest."
The sub's ceiling looked exactly the same as it's floor. Grey. Boring. Not nearly distracting enough.
"Actually, since fraternization has the word from brothers in it, isn't it already incest?" Clay puckered his bottom lip as he looked at Sonny. "No comment?"
Sonny was hooked up to a monitor. His breathing and heart rate were both stable, consistent. The corpsman had already absconded to other parts of the boat.
"Personally," Clay grinned to himself, "I'm all for anything that gets your sorry ass out of my hair." His smile falter for just a second. "Temporarily, of course."
Clay didn't want to admit. Would never do so out loud. But Sonny was more than half the reason he'd gotten through the last few months. The annoying big brother he'd never asked for or wanted.
"Do me a favor though," Clay looked back at the ceiling, voice low, "Don't do that again." He wasn't sure if he was referring to the dying bit or the torpedo tube bit. "Not sure Davis will ever forgive us, losing you on a mission."
A chuckle drew Clay's attention to the bed again. Sonny hadn't opened his eyes, "Not scared of little ol' Davis now, are ya buddy?"
Clay dropped his feet to the floor, leaning forward, "Did I say that? Cause, pretty sure I didn't."
"Ain't what I heard."
"Well, you were without oxygen for a while, hallucinations are normal."
"Asshole," Sonny chuckled again. His voice scratchy and quiet. Clay swallowed around a lump in his throat.
"Love you too, Sonny."
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