It wasn't like Davis wasn't busy. She still had her entire room to pack, an Uber to reserve and a flight to catch, but it didn't stop her from looking at her phone every few seconds. He said he'd text the minute the C-130 landed and she was waiting for that second to arrive. These last twelve weeks have felt like twelve hundred.

Finally.

She feels her phone vibrate in her pocket and quickly opens the text, smiling almost instantly.

"Touchdown. Where concrete exists and all the dirt is in the ground."

"Every. Single. Time. You say the same thing LOL"

"Should we act like prison and I ask you what you're wearing?"

"Would you stop! We could still get in trouble."

"No we can't."

"Ok we can't, but still. Be careful. Clay told me about Commander Shaw. That guy's got some serious influence, I don't want to see you guys in more trouble with him."

"Screw Shaw. He's just lucky I didn't barf on his uniform."

"I heard about that too. How could you do that?" She continues to smile and stops packing, taking a seat on the bed. She missed Sonny. A lot.

After nearly ten years of friendship, she knew him pretty damn well. There weren't exactly dictionary words to describe him, but that's what made Sonny, Sonny. Her Sonny. People who didn't know him cast all kinds assumptions about the kind of person, man and Navy Seal he was and because of their assumptions, they always assumed it would set him off and make him "fly off the handle." IF they knew Sonny, they would know, to put it frankly: he never gave a fuck. When it came to strangers, cake eaters, civilians and everyone in between, Davis learned early on in their friendship that he didn't care what people who didn't know him had to say about him.

She was well aware of his rough exterior and black and white view he had when it came time to get to work and make insanely hard decisions on a mission, but it never scared her. It took her longer to uncover, but the only reason she wasn't scared was because she knew somewhere underneath he wasn't always Navy Seal, Petty Officer, Bravo Three Sonny Quinn. When the guys got back after that dreadful mission off the coast of North Korea, she got even more details and after taking her time to read through the AAR's, she realized the rest of Bravo got a glimpse of Sonny's vulnerable side too. Every so often he says or does something that shows the guys he's not the emotionless asshole he likes to portray. Being consistently open and emotionally expressive with her though, she feels a certain kind of way…maybe special is the word, knowing Sonny's only that way with her.

"That drink was pure death. Trust me."

"I guess it would have to be. You could always handle your liquor."

"Yeah, there's something else I'm dying to get a handle on."

"Would you stop! …at least until we're in private."

"Not even gonna apologize. It's been forever. You got the spare key right?"

"Yeah."

"Use it. I shouldn't be too much longer, just gotta put my stuff in my cage and get debriefed."

"Sounds good, the flight's less than an hour. We should getting back around the same time."

"Finally. See you soon Davis."

"See you soon Sonny."

Saying goodbye to everyone at OCS was harder than Davis expected it to be, but she was more than ready to get back close to base, close to the guys and close to Sonny. She'd made some great friends, gotten more confidence, strength and smarts thanks to her training and would soon find out if she got her promotion to Officer. Normally, she'd be obsessing over her missteps, better decisions she could've made and if she even made the cut, but Sonny's go-with-the-flow mentality was rubbing off on her.

"Hey Davis, you ready to get outta here?" She turns to see Jones in the doorway, bag slung across her chest, dangling by her side and a backpack on.

"Definitely. You worried about passing?"

"Absolutely. Aren't you?"

"Not really, I did my best and there's nothing we can do about it now." She slings her bags over shoulders and they both walk out together.

"True. I got an Uber to take me to the airport, wanna share?"

"Sure, thanks."

"Yeah, no problem. You going home to anyone special?" Before she can answer, her phone rings.

"Sorry, one second." She takes a quick pause and watches Jones walk ahead, giving her some space, "hey Clay, what's up? How're the legs?"

"Davis, something's wrong. Something happened."

"What's wrong?"

"Shaw. Shaw did something. I think he split up the guys. A friend of mine in Romeo, Brian, we were in green team together, just text me asking if Sonny Quinn is really the badass everyone says he is and that he can't wait to operate with him. Last time we talked, Brian said he was getting deployed to Afghanistan at the end of the month."

It was gonna be the end of the month in a week.

That's why she was excited to be heading back home. To be home. And to be close to Sonny. That dreaded feeling started to rise in her chest.

"What? When did he text you?"

"Like ten minutes ago. I've been trying to call the guys, Blackburn, Mandy, but no one's answering. Hell, I'm about to call Harrington. I don't know what's going on. You hear anything?"

"Nothing and I'm about to board my flight so my phone's gonna be limited. Listen to me Clay, the second you hear something call me, text me and leave me a voicemail. I'll get them the second I land."

"I will and do the same. If you hear anything, call me please."

"I will."

Before boarding, she tries one more time to call Sonny. If Bravo really was getting split up she wanted to know what was happening. Of course she was concerned for Jason, Ray, Clay, Trent and Brock, but Sonny was at the top of that list. Was he getting deployed to Afghanistan for the tenth time? How long would Romeo be deployed for? It was barely five minutes ago she and Sonny were texting, excited to be minutes, no longer weeks away from seeing each other and now it looked like that was in jeopardy. Now they may be back at weeks or worse, months, from seeing each other again.

Call it childish, immature or silly, but she couldn't imagine being without him again. Everyone in their line of work learned early on that everything gets amplified. Relationships, children, living, even dying all get magnified. No deployment no matter how Gucci and no mission no matter how quick and dirty wasn't a guarantee you'd return home safe. This was Navy life and she wouldn't trade it for anything, but she could still be worried. Whether it was happening for the first or fifth time, the fear never subsided.

There's the big stuff like staying alive and accomplishing the mission to agonize over and then there's the little stuff and Davis had plenty of that to miss. Sonny's barbecue, his claims of how spectacular the Quinn family "dynasty" is, his smokey scent that never leaves him, his corny jokes, his Texas drawl that always put her in the mood, broad chest and shoulders she never minded losing herself under, strength he had to pick her up (and not put her down for a few hours), the way her legs hugged his hips like they were missing puzzles pieces, his hidden talents and smarts, intuition knowing when they should take their time and when they could get crazy no bedroom or moonlight required, his genuine shock when she surprised him wanting the opposite and always caring enough to immediately oblige, his almost super-human endurance, the line they skated between pain and pleasure thanks to his size… and other things she couldn't think about in public. She waited until the last possible second before getting on the plane, clutching his house key, listening to his voicemail practically on repeat. His voice, even recorded, was still enough to give her butterflies.

"Hey it's me again. I'm boarding now, but please leave me a voicemail or text. I'll be over ASAP. I… I'll see you soon."

As soon as the plane landed, Davis collected her luggage and practically sprinted to Sonny's place. There were no messages from Clay, Sonny or any of the guys.

"Sonny? Sonny are you here?" They nearly crash into each other when she swings the door open, her bags nearly knocking him off balance, his bags falling out of his hands, landing at his feet. Even with her luggage still attached to her person, she feels his hands snake around her waist wrapping her in a tight hug and his head bury in the crook of her neck.

"How was OCS?" Despite the circumstances, he can still make her happy and grin from ear-to-ear.

"Forget that. What's going on? Are you spinning up?"

"Commander Shaw applauded Bravo for completing our last mission…but he thinks we need some "time apart" to remember what it means to be a Navy Seal." The way his voice hesitates, trailing off before rising again, she knows he's not mad, it's something else. She can't put her finger on it, but he sounds a certain way. It's not excitement, anger or hurt, but there's something he's not expressing. She takes his hand and leads him to the couch, neither of them minding the lack of personal space. The reunion she had envisioned was a lot happier, a lot more entertaining and a hell of a lot sexier than this.

"Where you going and with who?"

"Afghanistan as Romeo Two."

"Romeo's got some good guys. For how long?"

"Best case, three months."

"So another twelve weeks. Okay, we can do that. Worst case?"

"Five months….maybe six." Trying her best to maintain her composure, she tries not to cry and make him feel any worse. Six months? It's still up in the air, and may not happen, but still, the potential is there. Half a year without Sonny, his hats, his sayings and his body in close proximity to her…it seemed like forever.

"Okay, how much time do we have?"

"Not enough."

"What do you mean? You're leaving now? Like right this second?"

"Wheels up on Friday 0400." It was Sunday, 5PM.

"Jesus."

"It's alright. It was only a matter of time. I knew my tenth deployment was coming; I thought I'd be with my brothers, but Shaw's got bigger kahuna's than I gave him credit for. I guess he wants to see a more improved, professional Sonny Quinn when I return."

"Screw Shaw," she vocalizes his exact text from earlier, but expressing distaste for Shaw had to be said. She hadn't meant for it to come out so harsh, but the laugh he gives puts her back at ease. "Don't change for him, I like this Sonny Quinn just fine. Stick his ass in a damaged lock out chamber and I'd like to see him come out unscathed. Guys like that are the reason team guys think all officers and non-operators are cake eaters."

"Wanna ride back to base with me? It'll put me in a great mood to watch you giving it to Shaw."

"Ha-ha. I'm just annoyed. What he did to you—all of you—really gets to me."

"It's cool. I like watching you get this riled up. Very irresistible." She was still seething and wanted to let it loose, but when he complimented her in that way only Sonny Quinn could, it immediately melted away despite her wanting to stay angry at Shaw and the situation. Watching him lean behind him to grab his drink from the corner table was all it took for her to press her palm to his chest and prevent him from sitting back up.

"You know I gotta head back to base soon right?"

"Oh I'm sorry, do you need a few hours to get it up?"

"Hell no."

The way he swings his right leg over her head in a swift motion and haphazardly drops his glass back on the table, Davis busts out in a fit of laughter. They had four full days, ten hours and twenty minutes before he had a C-130 to catch that would take him half way around the world and away from her for possibly half a year. The thought had her wanting to throw on a pair of his sweats and crawl into his bed with multiple six packs, until she stops thinking and focuses back on the moment. His lips taste sweet and smokey. His beard is full, but she can still run her hands through it. She flings his hat off and leans further into the kiss. Before Clay called her, she had planned on a crazy sexy reunion and she was almost positive he had the same thing in mind, but that was before.

Now, she wanted to take her time and pretend Sonny wasn't going anywhere in T minus four days, ten hours and fifteen minutes. She gives herself permission to go under his shirt, running a gentle hand across the gash he has around his ribcage courtesy of an insurgent. It elicits the response she was looking for, a smile from him she feels against her lips and a quick raise he does to get rid of the shirt. The injury healed years ago, but it didn't stop a giggle every time a delicate hand brushes over it. She found that out the night he showed up at her place under the cheesy claim that beer with her "sounded better." They did end up drinking beer. Drinking beer and making out. Drinking beer and making out and getting handsy. Pretty soon after that she found out why before her, Sonny had a hard time finding a woman who could keep up with him. She kept up her proclamation though. She could and she did keep up with him that night. And every night since then.

"I can't go slow if you're gonna do that." While she was getting lost in her thoughts trying to distract herself from what Commander Shaw was doing to her guys, her hands and lips were busy. Her hands weren't even visible anymore and when she looks down her lip handy work was already starting to form marks over his skin. She stops and sits upright, basically sitting on him.

"Yeah well, all plans are getting screwed today, why not add more to the list." She was agitated, worried and horny. Not a good combination.

"Hey, listen to me. Every other deployment I had nothing to come home and now I have you. Trust me, nothing's gonna stop me from coming back home."

That was the problem.

It was screwed up and a cruel twist of fate, but every time someone didn't want to come home or didn't care if they did, they almost always came home. When a service member couldn't wait to return home, had a family (immediate and extended) to reunite with, significant other they couldn't wait to kiss, kid or kids they couldn't wait to hug, friends to welcome them home and a full life still waiting for them to explore, the Universe always cut it short.

Before her and even as just as his friend, Davis saw the indifference he always had about returning home. He was always the last one to pack up, last one on the C-130 and first one at the bar. Now he had her and the knowledge she'd be waiting for him. If everything was changing, Bravo would no longer be the Bravo everyone knew it to be and Sonny was leaving for an insanely long time he had to know something before he left. She didn't care if he was unsure if he felt it too or if he couldn't say it back. She knew and she was sure of it.

"I love you."

A/N: Hey beautiful people, hope you're doing well :) I loved season two overall (#Savis was made a couple—yay!) but I'm dying for more scenes of just the two of them. If the writers won't do it, I'll just make my own LOL Let me know what you think of the new story and the season overall :)