Hey guys, I'm finally back with another chapter! Its been forever but school is kicking my butt rn. Anyway, in honor of our boys finally filming again, I figured I'd try out my hand at whumptober! I know we're already a week in so im behind, and im super busy right now, but I will do my best! If you have any requests or suggestions for who and what you'd like to see me right a quick shot about, let me know! Enjoy!

.Whumptober Day One

Pretty face - Clay

They could all hear the sound of the fight over the comms. You don't realize how loud hand-to-hand combat can be until you're on the outside looking in. Or listening in, in this case. Sonny had been in many a fist fight in his life, some where his life was on the line and others where it wasn't, and even this one sounded intense to him. That fact combined with it being one of his brothers in the fight made him will his feet to move faster as he ran through the dusty streets, gun barrel leading the way.

As he rounded the corner, he heard a gunshot ring out, and fear gripped him, the muscles in his finger getting ready to tighten around the trigger. He relaxed slightly when the two men came into full view and he saw Clay on his feet. The kid's back was to him, and he was bent at the waist, chest heaving as his adrenaline started to slow.

"Clay, you good?!" Sonny asked, trying to keep the worry out of his voice as he moved closer. He was standing, that meant he was fine, right?

Wrong. As soon as Sonny turned so he was facing his brother, he felt a grimace coming on.

"Geeze Blondie! Who you been fightin', Ali?!" He said with shock as he looked from the drops and small puddles of blood in the dust at his feet to Clay's battered face and neck.

"He brought a knife to a fist fight. Not fair." Clay said as he spit another mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground.

"Well I guess its good you brought a gun to fist fight too." He quipped, watching as Clay slid the pistol back into his thigh holster. He then leaned down and grabbed his helmet and stood up, which went a bit different then he had planned it.

"Woah, ok easy there! Gotta let that adrenaline slow down a bit 'fore ya take off!" Sonny said, putting a firm hand on Clay's shoulder when the kid visibly swayed at the swift movement to stand straight again.

"Bravo three and Bravo six, report." Jason's voice came over the radio.

"One this is three, got six here with me too. Six neutralized the threat, but not before he tried to rearrange the kids face! Gonna need four when we get to exfil." Sonny answered, not taking his eyes off Clay, checking his pupils. He wasn't Trent, but he still knew basic first aid.

"Good copy three." Jason replied.

"You ready to move?" Sonny asked.

"Yea. I'm good." Clay answered.

"Your face says otherwise." Sonny said with a raised eyebrow as he handed Clay his rifle, which Sonny had found discarded a few feet away. Sonny laughed at the dirty look he got in return. And there were plenty more where that came from when they met up with the rest of the team in the exfil vans.

Clay could feel everyone's eyes on him as he walked up the ramp of the c17. And then there was the fact that the guys were all walking in some weird form of a circle around him. But after catching a glimpse of himself in the review mirror, he couldn't really blame them. There were cuts and bruises on his hairline, lip, eyebrow, and across the bridge of his nose - which he was also pretty positive was broken - and then gash on his forearm he had gotten from blocking his throat from the tangos knife.

"The other guy look anything like you?" Davis asked as she walked over with Trent's full med kit and placed it on the bench next to where Clay had been directed to sit. Thankfully the rest of the guys had gone to get out of their gear after helping Clay out of his, so they weren't all crowding him.

"I'll have you know, he actually looked worse!" Clay answered with a smile, earning a small laugh in response.

"Thats what I like to hear! I'll get you a clean shirt and a drink." Davis said, leaving Trent to do his work. Trent cleaned the cuts on his face and covered a few in steri strips before pressing a thumb to each side of Clay's nose.

"Well that's broken for sure. Gotta set it before I can give you ice for it." Trent said, feeling the distorted bone. Clay nodded, but barely had time to prepare himself before he felt a painful pressure, followed by the audible click of it settling back into place.

"Ah shit! Man I hate that sound!" Sonny exclaimed, cringing as he walked over with the rest of the team in tow.

"And it didn't even happen to you this time! No warning Trent? Harsh." Ray said.

"He always flinches too much so it's easier this way!" He said, trying to defend himself. Clay took the tissue Trent offered him to help stem how much his eyes were now watering.

"Alright, I'm gonna listen to your breathing, stitch that arm up, and then have someone get you a beer. Also, I do want you to get that knuckle x-rayed once we're stateside again to make sure it isn't a boxers fracture." Trent said. Clay nodded and happily took the beer Sonny swiftly offered him in one hand, replacing it a minute or so later with an icepack from Jason, who continued to look over Trent's shoulder.

A few minutes later, he laid back slowly in his hammock with his icepacks, with one over his knuckles and one across his sore face. He slowly opened his eyes at the commotion around him as his brother climbed into their hammocks around him.

"Too bad that pretty face 'a yours took a beatin! Hope tomorrow isn't date night!" Sonny joked from his spot.

"Yea. Crazy though how it still looks better than yours!" Clay quipped back, earning laughs from the guys once again, even the Texan himself.