A/N: Thanks for letting me know about the format, hope this one is much easier to read!
Sonny. She couldn't see anything, but she knew. Whether he was the aggressor or victim she didn't know, but she just knew he was involved. Their table was already clear, the guys reaching the fight even before people closer to it realized what was going on. Even Clay didn't freeze, especially given the last time he was in a bar, he nearly lost his ability to walk…and operate. As she got closer, she could hear a little clearer over the screams that were coming mostly from bar females who liked to hang around Navy Seals, but never knew they were capable of this level of violence—and more.
"Touch my girlfriend again and I'll kill you with another bottle."
"Fuck that. I'll kill you with my bare hands mother…" The rest of Bravo begins screaming cutting off the rest of Sonny's threat. She can't tell if they're screaming at Sonny to back off or at the guy, threatening him just as deadly.
Through the limbs and bodies she sees blood on the floor and Sonny now with the clear upper hand. Whoever this guy is, he must've not be thinking. First of all, picking a fight in a known military bar is practically suicidal. Even if someone didn't have their team or branch with them, military's military and they stick together. Second, Sonny did have his team and Bravo had his back in a split second. Third, he should've known better than to think a Navy Seal would crumble after one hit to the head.
From her vantage point, she has a clear view of everything and while Sonny is on top of the guy, landing what she guesses are ninety percent of his punches, what happens next is like slow motion. The guy grabs the top of the shattered bottle that's still intact and heads straight for Sonny's right kidney. If it only connects, he won't be able to deploy to Afghanistan, but this isn't the way she wanted him to stay back. Just as she calls Clay's name, whose the closest to prevent Sonny from getting impaled, he and Ray pry Sonny off while Brock and Trent hold the guy down, the top of the bottle connecting instead with Brock's forearm.
"Stay down." Jason demanded in that tone that told everyone the fight was over. He places his foot over the guy's wrist and presses down. The guy lets out a blood curling scream, releasing the weaponized bottle top, trying to free his hand. There were shards of glass everywhere and bits were getting under his skin. "Bravo let's go. Now." Call them whipped, but Jason was Bravo's leader and the rest of the team had the utmost respect for him.
Brock and Trent get off the guy, carelessly stepping over him and Ray and Clay keep hands on Sonny, escorting him from the scene. On the way out Davis notices one side of his blue t-shirt is now deep red. Outside, she's the first to speak up.
"Trent where to?"
"Base. They'll have the supplies I need to patch them up," she watches him take a deep inhale and quickly scan everyone else to make sure they have no glaring injuries. "Up Brock, keep your arm up, you don't need to loose anymore blood."
"Here, use this." Ray takes the rest of Sonny's weight whose uncharacteristically quiet, as Clay takes off his shirt and offers it as a temporary sling.
"People are gonna ask questions." Brock breathes a sigh of relief as the t-shirt sling starts to work and make his arm feel a little better.
"No they won't." Jason was in full protective mode. Shaw already temporarily split up his team, he was going to be damned if someone else tried to screw with his guys. His team.
"Ray put him in my car. I'll get him to base."
"Lisa, he took a nasty gash to the head, make sure he doesn't fall asleep before we get there," Trent calls, already jogging to his bike.
They all get to their cars and drive one behind the other back to base. A few minutes into the drive and now with the adrenaline is dissipating, she finds her voice again.
"You feeling alright?"
"Yeah."
"Come on Sonny, keep talking. I know you heard Trent, you can't fall asleep."
"I'm alright. Jerk-off couldn't even fight."
"Was this over the hot wings girl?"
"Yeah, the one you wanted to kill."
"How…"
"I saw you watching us. I may be a degenerate, but I'm an observant degenerate." He gives off a drunk laugh and falls quiet again.
"Yeah, well she was all over you. She's lucky the guys were around and I couldn't rearrange her face."
"We make some pair huh?"
"A kick-ass pair." She laces their fingers together and kisses the back of his hand. Right now, he looks exactly like the hot mess Ray was describing earlier, but she wouldn't have him any other way. When they get to base, Jason walks ahead, his posture and facial expressions daring anyone to ask him anything, related to the state of his team or otherwise. Ray and Clay assume their positions flanking Sonny's side with Trent and Brock not far behind.
"Come on Sonny, lemme take a look at you." As Trent makes his way over, she helps him up onto one of the gurney's in the corner of the med room and helps him deftly remove his shirt to reveal the tiny shards of glass that have pierced the skin along his side and back. Just before Trent reaches them, she feels Sonny give her hand a squeeze. He must've caught the shocked looked on her face at his appearance now versus just a few hours ago. In his own way, he was trying to tell her it looks worse than it really is.
"Patch Brock up first."
"No! You crazy? You could have glass in your head."
"I saw you take the shard for me. I'm alright—really, it's not the first time a bottle's hit me. I can hang on, your arm isn't going to take that long. Trent's gonna wanna pamper me for the rest of the night anyway."
"How is it you make more sense after a brutal bar fight?" Clay ponders out loud, giving everyone a reason to laugh a little. Sure enough Sonny was right. It took Trent less than ten minutes to stop the bleeding, check for glass and to patch Brock up.
When Trent turned his attention to Sonny, she didn't move from his side. If the guys knew they were dating, they'd probably give them some privacy. She could plant her lips on his temple and let them linger while Trent stitched the back side of his head. She could hold his hand and let him squeeze it for seconds at a time when Trent touched on a particularly sensitive area. They could trust Trent wasn't listening and talk like it was just the two of them having pillow talk. She could admit to him that bar fight had her scared to death when she saw that guy reaching for the broken bottle top and he could assure her in that way only Sonny could. He wouldn't use his words, but make eye contact and flash that smile that made her feel lucky, beautiful and like everything would be okay. Then he'd do his other trademark move and say just above a whisper: "c'mere" in that heavy, but sexy-as-hell drawl. They could both forget Trent was in the room and that Sonny was still peppered throughout with blood and make out because why not? They couldn't stay away from each other and it was still on the front of her mind that he was getting spun up in a few days. They had to make the most of the time they had and so what if he looked like a disaster? She had to wonder what it said about her that she still found him attractive even in his current condition. The thought gave her a good laugh.
"Lisa? Lisa? Hey Davis!"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm here."
"You okay?" Trent asked. She can see his eyes already scrutinizing her up and down, looking for signs of obvious and invisible trauma.
"Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?"
"Can you hand me the dish behind you? I wanna make sure nothing ends up on the floor."
"Sure."
Everyone turns when they hear Ray whistle from the door.
"Blackburn and Commander Kill Joy at twelve o'clock J." Navy Seals don't get scared, but she can see all the guys get tense. Davis watches and hears Sonny spring up off the gurney and curse under his breath. Trent stops prying glass from his side and looks towards the door.
"Should we ditch the lights?" Clay's already moving to the wall, ready to hit the switch.
"No leave 'em. Let them come in. I'm in the mood for a fight."
"Come on J, let's be smart about this."
"Sonny isn't finished getting patched up. Keep working Trent."
"Coming into view in ten." Ray announces.
This is the last thing they needed. Nine.
But it wasn't exactly Sonny's fault. Eight.
That d-bag started the fight. Seven.
They were hanging out, remembering Brett Swann. Six.
He and Clay were just joking. Like they all do. Like brothers who love each other. Five.
Bravo had captured their target. Mission Complete. Four.
Were they not allowed to celebrate a job well done? Three.
Shaw already sent his decision to split the team before they captured the HVT. Two.
What was he gonna do when he walked through the door? And saw Bravo in this condition? One.
"What the…" at least Blackburn was the first to speak. A split second later Commander Kill Joy entered. "Attention." Blackburn ordered his team. Davis wanted nothing more than to throw her arms around Sonny's waist and help him stand to attention, but she knew she couldn't. She could see him struggling, the deep inhales he keeps taking and extra big one he took in order to stand up straight. She stood next to him on high alert, ready to catch him if his balance failed.
"Of course it's Bravo. Blackburn, care to tell me what the hell is going on here?"
"Unsure myself Sir. Just walked in."
"Very well. Master Chief, care to explain why two of your team members require medical attention at one thirty in the morning and why one is bleeding on the floor looking like a sorry excuse for a United States Navy Seal?" This guy. He did not just call Sonny a sorry excuse for a Navy Seal. At the moment, Davis wanted to hit him over the head with a bottle and grind a few shards into his side and tell him to stand at attention.
"We were ambushed at the bar Sir. Fortunately Bravo is used to getting attacked by enemies foreign and domestic. The situation was handled."
"Ambushed. At a hometown bar?"
"Yes sir. It is possible to be attacked at home, sometimes even by those closest to us." Point to Jason Hayes and the rest of Bravo. It was obvious Jason wasn't just talking about that d-bag in the bar, but to Shaw directly. Yes, he didn't get into a physical fight with Bravo team, but the minute he brought up splitting them up and critiquing their appearances/handling of situations he did become an enemy. Davis tries to keep a straight face, but when she sees Clay snickering like a schoolgirl behind Commander Kill Joy, she forces herself to look forward and think about close calls on previous missions to stop from snickering too.
"Green zone is a relative term after all." Uh-oh Sonny is the next thought in her head. What he just said is true, but damn. It's not something said out-loud, even if everyone knows it. She sees Ray momentarily close his eyes and look down before picking his head back up and keeping attention.
"Excuse me?" Shaw takes slow steps towards Sonny, stopping in front of his face. "Care to repeat that Petty Officer Quinn?"
"Green zone is a relative term. If green zones were fool proof I wouldn't be bleeding on the floor. Sir."
"Petty Officer I know you are not comparing your trashy bar fight to the brave men and women who've lost their lives protecting the United States and her interests in hostile countries around the world."
"The execution of my duties will be swift and violent when required. Sir." Point to Sonny.
After staring at Sonny and making eye contact with the rest of Bravo, Shaw leaves without saying another word. Blackburn is on his heels, but not before giving his team a wink and smile. Bravo may have underestimated Shaw when he first came into their lives, but that would never happen again. Now, they were always ready for him. Jason nailed him when he said Bravo was used to getting attacked and Sonny finished him off, reciting a small part of the Creed. Kill Joy had no other choice, but to stay quiet and walk out of the room. Jason waits a few moments before walking to the door himself.
"Nice job Sonny. Ray," he tilts his head towards the door and Ray follows.
"Yeah, nice going." Brock double checks the hallway to make sure its clear of Blackburn and Kill Joy and closes it after Jason and Ray leave.
"Don't sound so surprised. I have my moments. Alright Trent, not to rush you, but you have five minutes to finish up here and then I'm walking."
"In a rush to go see someone special?" Clay gives a side smile.
"You want another pitcher over your head?" Trent and Brock burst out laughing, but Clay turns straight-faced. "Thought not. Now get outta here. You reek and need a good shower."
"Look whose talking." A small scream is heard from Clay as the metal tray Sonny flung his way, catches him on the back of his legs as he closed the door behind him.
"All done, go home and get some rest. Try not to get your head wet for twenty four hours."
"You're a lifesaver Trent."
"Let's go Rocky, I'll make sure he gets home safe. See you guys later." Now that she can put her hands around his waist again, Davis tries to hide the giant smile she feels herself doing. She stiffens a little bit when Sonny takes the hand he has over her shoulder and laces his fingers through hers. She tries to look him in the eyes, but he keeps his shoulders high and head straight ahead almost like he's on high alert.
"Hey?" They both know their only one-hundred percent safe when its just the two of them in each others apartments so she keeps her voice to a whisper. "It's okay, you can relax. You're dating an Officer remember?"
"I can never forget." She sees his shoulders relax, his breathing even out and a little more of his weight against her shoulders. His adrenaline has worn off and now the discomfort must be setting in. "Let's hang out tomorrow."
"Sure, we can go out, but not to the bar…"
"No, just us," he pauses briefly as she helps him into the car and gets in herself. "I mean, not that I wouldn't take you out. It's not like you're the kind of girl who I can't…or would be ashamed to…it's just with the guys and Blackburn and Kill Joy…this place gets small fast…we shouldn't…something could…" This is the Sonny only she gets to see and she loves that fact. He never loses control of his words and emotions around anyone else, but her.
"Sonny. Breathe."
"Sorry. I just…"
"Shh," she leans over the center console and hold his face in the palm of her hands. "You wanna hang out tomorrow, just me and you?" He nods his head as she continues to hold his face, making her break out into a small laugh. "Good. I hope you bought more strawberries…" When he leans in with a clear agenda on his mind, she backs away teasing him. "We can't. We're on base." After stretching, adjusting his cap and racking back the passenger seat as far as it'll go, he says the one word he knows she can't resist, privacy be damned.
"C'mere."
A/N: Thanks (as always) for the kind words and support. Hope you didn't feel like you were waiting forever for this second part lol Let me know what you think :)
