Greetings. Soooooo I'm back, with the chapter you all been wanting for of course. Sorry it took so long.
I just wanted to say that I'm stuck 1/3 of the way into season 3. So I may not know some crucial info, sorry for that.
And that I don't have a beta, 'curse I don't know how to find one. So, sorry for all mistakes.
English is still only my second language.
I find all the unformal words hard to figure out.
And I'm terrible and hopeless when it comes to commas. Again I'm so sorry.
(I'm also starting to believe, my favorite words are "so" and "sorry" ;) )
Thanks to all who have read and/or favorited/followed/reviewed.
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Jason was leaning against the only table in Bravo's joined quarters, throwing Cerberus's ball at the floor, catching it again when it bounced back up. He was trying his best to ignore the evil looks, thrown his way, by his men.
Sonny was laying on his bunk, toothpick in mouth and unblinkingly staring daggers at his team leader.
Trent was unpacking, checking and packing his med kit, stopping every thirty second to glare judging up at Jason.
The door swung open, making everyone stop in their tracks. Ray walked in, followed by Clay, who was dragging his feet over the ground.
They stopped inside the door. Clay stared stiffly at his shoes. Ray scanned the room, before locking eyes with his boss. Laying a hand lightly on Bravo six's shoulder, he bent in to whisper in Clay's ear.
Clay looked at Ray with wary eyes. Smiling softly at the Kid, Ray gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. Clay was clearly still uneasy, but he went to sit on the edge of his bed.
Catching Jason's gaze again, Ray gave a slight nod, before turning to Bravo three and four.
"Trent, Sonny let's go outside."
"Sorry Ray, but I think I rather hang around for a little while." Sonny drawled, not moving from his bunk.
Trent looked from Sonny, to Ray, then Clay, Jason, back to Clay, before finally resting on his team leader again. Knowing Jason and Clay would have to talk at some point and that Jason had himself under control again, he stood up. He started walking to the door, snagging Sonny's toothpick on his way.
"Hey. Trent give that back. Damn you." Sonny cursed jumping to his feet and throwing a pillow after the team medic.
Trent dodged the pillow, standing in the doorway.
"C'mon Son, let 'em talk. Ain't no point in drawing the inevitable out any longer."
Sonny looked thoughtful for a moment, before turning to Jason. Pointing a warning finger at his boss, Sonny threatened.
"Ya so much as consider touching him and I'll give you a slow and painful death. Chop ya into pieces and feed ya to the hair missile. Understood."
Fighting back a smile, Jason tried to figure out whether Sonny actually would do it or not. Didn't matter. Jason wasn't about to hit Clay again, the hurt in the boy's eyes was to painful to watch, again.
"Understood." He easily agreed.
Sonny slowly nodded, before turning around and walking out the door. Trent following close behind, after sending Clay a reassuring smile.
Ray turned to Clay. "We'll be right outside." After that, he too left them alone, making sure to close the door.
Silence filled the room.
Clay stared stiffly down at his folded hands. He could feel his team leaders eyes on him. Looking him over. Scanning. Analyzing. Trying to figure out how to proceed.
Jason sighed, running a hand over his face.
"Kid, I'm so sorry." Jason finally said, awkwardly.
"Bet you are."
Jason winced slightly, at the coldness in Clay's voice.
Pushing off from the table, Jason started to pace the room.
"I... I shouldn't have yelled at you, like I did. Shouldn't have blamed you, either. Sure as hell shouldn't have slapped you." Jason stopped for a moment, sighed, rubbed a hand over his face, drove it through his hair, let it fall, started pacing again. "I shouldn't have lost my temper, with you. You clearly weren't okay and it was wrong of me, as your team leader and brother to react like I did. I truly am sorry, Clay."
"Sure." Clay weren't looking at his hands anymore, and his head wasn't bowed. But he didn't look Jason in the eyes, either.
"I mean it, Clay."
"Yeah, of course you do. Just like everybody, always mean what they say." Clay was starting to get angry.
"Ki-"
"Don't. Don't Jason, you don't get to "Kid" me, not today." Clay didn't want to hear it. Knew if he, let Jason call him, his nickname in that heartbreaking, apologetic voice one more time, all his anger would evaporate. And he didn't want that. He wanted to be mad at Jason.
Jason sighed again.
"Clay plea-"
"No."
"se, I'm sorry." Jason continued, ignoring Clays attempt at interrupting him. "I really, really am."
And Clay lost it.
"I DON'T CARE THAT YOUR SORRY." He yelled. "You have no idea how humiliating that was. How much it hurts. Present tense, cause it still hurts."
"I know. God kid, I know." Clay tensed as, Jason bumped down, on the bed beside him. Face hidden in his hands. "It's just... have you ever..." Jason took a deep breath. "You have no idea how it feels, for me, for us." He gestured towards the empty bunks. "To see you, put your life in danger."
"Our jobs dangerous." Clay snarled.
"Yeah, but the chances you, take with your life. The times you take unnecessary risk. Run headless and alone into danger, just like at the cabin yesterday. You have no idea how it feels, to stand on the sideline. Not being able to get to you. Not knowing if you'll survive, your latest stunt. How scary that is. It terrify us more than you've ever know."
Clay opened his mouth, ready to come with a remark. After a moment he closed it again, when he realized that he had none. He couldn't think of any cocky answer, to hide his insecurity, so instead he remained silent.
And so did Jason. The silence stretched for a while, before Clay spoke again.
"There was a fake wall, at the north side. A small space, with a hatch. I dunno where it lead, a room I think. But Brock wouldn't let me follow the tunnel."
"I told him to get, the two of you out of there."
"Why?"
"Because it wasn't safe. We needed to move."
"I just needed a moment, Jace."
"No, not alone."
"But-"
"Clay."
"We needed our target.
"Dammit, Clay." Jason frustrated, threw his hands in the air. A action he instantly regretted, when he felt Clay jump slightly beside him. "Sorry." He mumbled.
Tense and watching, Jason's hands cautious, Clay gave a silent nod.
"What I'm trying to say is, even if you found our target, it wouldn't have mattered. He was a small fish, not worth dying for."
"He wasn't a small fish to me." Clay whisper bitterly.
"Clay, you can't take all our OPs personal."
"I don't." Clay defended himself. Looking down at his folded hands, he continued." It's just. Our target was a major player, where I grew up."
"In Liberia?"
"Yes. He and his goons. They took people from the surrounding era. Took people I knew. Even some aid helpers. It was normal. But then when I was fifteen they took a friend of mine. Hawa. She was the only one, who would hang out with me. Only one who didn't avoid me. We would spend all our free time together and then one day, she was just gone."
Jason carefully placed, a hand on Clay's shoulder. Squeezing it gently, as he tried to ignore how Clay tensed up again. Clay lifted his head and for the first time, since the night before, did he look into Jason's eyes. Jason winched inside, as he locked eyes with the Kid.
Clay's eyes were filled with hurt. But there was also a troubled look in them. And something Jason didn't quite recognize, some sort of sadness. Betrayal? Disappointment? Anger? Fear? Depression?Melancholically? Maybe drained or haunted? A mix of all of it? Jason wasn't sure, but he knew that he definitely did not like seeing that expression in his rookies eyes.
"I'm sorry to hear."
"Why? That isn't your fault."
"I know, but I'm still sorry."
"Thanks." Clay mumbled, looking back at his hands.
No one said anything for awhile. They just sat, there in silence once again.
"Kid," Jason began, when Clay looked up again, he continued. "I understand why it meant so much for you, to get out HVT. However, you can't ever do anything like that again."
"Like what. Trying to complete our mission." Clay was back in the defensive.
"Like not telling me or Ray or goddam anybody else, that you had a personal interest in our target." Jason's tone was harsh once again. "Like running thoughtlessly into a building without backup, not knowing what was ahead, but full well knowing a group of insurgents where less than a mile out. You can't put your own nor your brothers life at risk like that."
Clay's eyes became cold and his jaw set. Jason sighed interiorly, he knew by the look in Clay's eyes, that the two of them was headed towards yet another fight.
Why do we always have to end up yelling at each other, kid?
"So, that's your logic in justifying, you slapping me."
Yep, definitely another fight on the way.
"No Clay, just liste-"
"Just. Just listen to you. Just always listen to YOU. All the FREAKING TIME." Clay jumped up from the bed. Now it was his turn to pace the room.
"Kid, I'm sorry. I didn't intend to. I swear. Please sit do-"
"YOU JUST DON'T GET IT. DO YOU?" Clay shouted. "You just don't get it."
"What don't I get." Questioned Jason calmly. He knew if he started yelling too, then the guys would in less than a second, all be in there. And then he would never get to talk to Clay, alone again.
"You don't get any of it. You don't get how it hurts. You... you promised me a safe place. That nobody on Bravo would ever hurt me. But you did, Boss." Clay slowly sat down on the bed again. "You said none of you would never, let anything happen to me. That I was safe with Bravo, with you. Said that Ash couldn't touch me. You promised me a home, a family. So why on earth would you slap me? Why would you think, I'll hurt Brock on purpose?"
"I don't. I didn't and I never will, Clay. I was just mad."
"Mmm. You know what the worst part is? I told Brock and Ray that it hurt and that it was humiliating, that it destroyed my trust for you. Which it did, by the way." Clay looked into his team leaders eyes. Tried to ignore the sting in his heart, as he saw how his words affect Jason. His mentor looked devastated. He deserve it. Let him feel some of the pain for once. "But most of all it felt like... like I've disappointed you? Like I somehow isn't, what you want me to be? Like I failed? Like I'm not good enough, to be on Bravo?"
Jason was shocked. Everything that had transpired since yesterday evening, had been emotional painful for him. But this. This took the price. Hearing Clay's fear of disappointing him. And the insecure way Clay said it, half like a statement, half like a question. It hurt, more than Jason thought possible.
"Did I fail you, Jason?" Clay sounded so young and looked so lost, as he looked at Jason.
Jason shook his head, unable to find his voice.
"You... you sure?"
"Yes. Yes, kid I'm sure. You didn't disappoint me. Nothing you could ever do, would disappoint me."
"Then why?"
"Why what, Clay?"
"Why did you slap me?"
Jason sighed.
"Like I've told you. I lost my temper. I got scared. I thought, I was gonna lose you. It made me lose my temper. It was a mistake and it will never happen again."
Clay slowly nodded his head. Then his brows furrowed, indicating that he had another question. Jason had a feeling of what the question might be, and a sickly feeling spread in his stomach.
"Why would you be scared of losing me? You can always get a new Bravo six."
Jason closed his eyes, for a brief moment. He had guessed correct.
"Yes, I can get a new Bravo six, but I can't get a new Clay Spenser. And a world without you, aren't one I want to know."
"But why?"
Jason contemplated for a second how to proceed, before he decided just to jump into it.
"Because I love you. Your family."
"Yes, but I'm just a surrogate brother. Everyone I DEVGRU is. You'll survive without me."
"Your not my brother, Clay."
"I... I'm not?" Clay's shoulders sagged. Disappointment and hurt badly hidden.
"No, your not. Your more than that. I don't love you, like a brother. I love you, like a son. Like I love Emma and Mikey."
"You do?" There was a brief hint of hope, in Clay's eyes. However, confusion soon took over, and mixed with something else.
"Yes." Jason smiled slightly. Clay always looked so sweet and innocent when he was confused.
"I... I'm... I'm not sure what to say." Clay's mind finally caught on.
Jason's smile flattered and he became serious again.
"It's okay, Kid. And it's okay, if you don't feel the same way. I understand."
"NO! I mean no." Clay blushed slightly. "It's not... it's not because, I don't feel the same way. I do. Your the closest thing, I've ever had to a father figure. It's just that. Never mind. I...I." Clay sighed. He was so confused. On one hand he felt glad and ecstatic, but on the other, he felt scared and fearful.
"Kid, what is it?" Jason placed a comforting hand, on Clay's thigh.
Unable to express himself, Clay just shook his head.
"Clay, it's okay. You can tell me. I won't get mad and I promise, I won't think it's silly either." Coaxed Jason.
"Promise?" Clay's voice was small.
"Promise."
Taking a deep breath, Clay prepared himself to let Jason in on his deepest fear. A fear there had been there for some time, hidden right under the surface, coming up into the light last night. Ever since the fight yesterday, Clay hadn't been able to put it away or ignore it.
"It's just. Li... like I said. Your... your the closest I've ever been to... to have a..." Clay took a deep breath. "to have a dad."
"And is that so bad? Am I so bad?"
Shaking his head, Clay continued." No... it's just. I don't... I don't want."
Clay bend forward, supporting his elbows on his knees and hiding his face in his hands.
"I-don't-want-you-to-slap-me-again!" He quickly blurted out.
Jason just blinked, trying to decipher the fast stream of words.
"What? Clay, I... I-."
"I don't want you to hit me. Or hate me. Or... or be disappointed in me. I... I... I just don't want our relationship to change."
Jason moved his hand, to Clay's shoulder, again. Pulling slightly, in an attempt to get him to sit back. Clay felt the pull and straighten back up, head however still bowed.
"What makes you think, any of that would ever happen? Why should it?" Jason asked, cautious. Not understanding, anything at the moment.
"Because. Because you said, you saw me like a son."
"And?"
"And like I said. Your the closest thing, I have to a father."
"Why would that make me hate you, Clay?" Carefully lifting Clay's head, with a finger under his chin, Jason looked into his eyes.
"Ash did. Ash hated me. He says I'm a disappointment. The biggest disgrace of a man, he's ever seen."
"Ash is wrong. Calling him an asshole would be an insult, to every asshole out there. He's wrong, Clay, your not a disappointment and your definitely not a disgrace. Your the best man I've ever met, and I've worked almost 20 years, beside the best men this world has to offer. You understand?" Jason's eyes was shining with love and affection.
With a lump in his throat, Clay nodded. He wasn't capable of fully, comprehending Jason's words.
"Good. Now why do you think, I would hit you?" Jason asked, unfortunately already knowing the answer, but needing to get his suspensions confirmed.
"Because Ash did. I don't remember much, before Liberia. Actually the only things I do remember, is Ash hitting me. When he was drunk he would... you know, beat me." Clay looked down again. He could feel the anger, just beneath the surface but also the embarrassment. "He was drunk a lot. But even when he wasn't, he would slap me. Hard, across the face, just like... like..."
"Just like I did?" Jason finished, bowing his head in shame.
Clay nodded.
"Every time I was "out of line"." Clay made air quotes. "The worst part is, I didn't always know what he meant. How can it be out of line to ask for a glass of water, when your thirsty. Or cry when you scrape, your knees." Clay's voice broke. His eyes was beginning to feel damp.
"It's not, Clay. It's basal human rights. Ash should never, have been a parent." Jason placed, an arm around Clay. "I know, I slapped you yesterday. I shouldn't have. Like I've said, I lost my temper. It doesn't make it more acceptable, but it's how it is. It won't happen again. Not even if, your out of line."
"Really?"
"Really. Like I said, I love you like I love Emma and Mikey. Have you ever seen or heard I've slapped or beaten any of them?"
Clay looked mortified, like it was something unthinkable.
"No, never. You wouldn't, ever." Clay shook his head violently.
"Exactly. And I never, do it to you, again."
"But how do you, know that?" And Clay looked so much like a child again.
"I know it because, I guarantee it. I guarantee that, I will never intentionally hurt you again, Clay. I would rather jump into a lava pit, then break that promise. You understand that?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Jason squeezed, Clay's shoulders.
They said there for awhile, beside each other, Jason with an arm slung over Clay's shoulders. Both of them was looking straight ahead, while they tried to process what they'd talked about.
"I'm sorry." Though Clay's voice was soft, it sounded high and like an intruder, when it cut through the silence.
"For what?"
"For going back l, into that cabin. For telling you, to fuck off. For my insubordination and disrespect towards you. For running off."
Jason shifted, so that he could see Clay better.
"First of all, Kid, yes going into that cabin was extremely stupid, but I get it. Secondly, I understand that you sometimes might feel a little smothered-"
"Sometimes might." Clay huffed. He looked down and mumbled, when he saw the reprimanding gaze Jason sent his way. "Sorry."
Jason continued.
"It's not our intention to constantly watch your every move. We just can't help it, okay? All we want is to make sure you're okay. Thirdly, I can handle you being cocky, arrogant and a little rebellious. You can ask all the questions you want. But you need to understand that, when you get insolent, I need to do something. If you don't respect me, if you don't do as ordered, then you start risking everybody. And I can't have that. And about running off. Considering the circumstances and that you went straight to Brock, where you would be safe. I'm willing to say you did the right thing," Jason pointed, a reprimanding finger at Clay." in the situation. Beside you were only warming up."
Jason smirked, as he leaned back agains the wall. He had one foot on the floor. One leg was resting on top of the other. He was observing Clay with that almost wolf-ish grin he had. The one that looked like a predator picking out it's prey. A wicked, crooked smile, showing sharp white teeth, a cold look in the eyes with a glimpse of something undefinable, something dangerous, wild and playful. Something untamable.
It was Bravo one's facial expression.The one he used when they planned an attack on an enemy. When he was messing with other teams. When he planned something, you didn't want to know about and definitely didn't want to experience. It was the kind of expression you never, ever wanted to be on the receiving end of.
The look that confirmed, no matter where Jason was, he was the alpha. It was a part of what made him the dominant person in the room, no matter in which company he was. Maybe it was because the cracks of the mask revealed that he was in control, no matter the circumstances. That he always had a plan and knew what needed to be done. That he was willing and would do whatever was necessary.
Or maybe, it was because it wasn't a mask at all.
Maybe that was his true demeanor. And everything else the mask?
Clay didn't know. But he definitely knew, he didn't like seeing it right now. Didn't like it, being directed at him. Even if it was a milder and more loving version.
Though, sometimes when Clay saw that look on his team leaders face, he wondered if Jason was able to feel anything but the hunt. But then Jason would do something and Clay knew that Jason loved his family, more then anything. Clay Spenser just hadn't at the time, figured out that he too was a part of that family. Now he knew better.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Clay asked.
"What do you mean?" He really tried sooo hard not to squirm, but it was hard when he looked into Jason's eyes.
"I mean that when we get home l, your gonna be doing a lot of running. Lets see." Jason started counting, on his fingers. "One week hills full gear, for running back into the cabin. The O-course ten rounds, for telling me to fuck off and two weeks of running hills again, however without gear, for being disrespectful and thoughtless. That would be about, hills for three weeks and then about half a day for the O-course."
"You can't be serious. Jace, that's too much!" Exclaimed an wide eyed Clay.
Jason tilted his head.
"Would a month of running hills in full gear, be better? Maybe help clean up some weapons?"
Clay opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, before he managed to think it through. He then shook his head.
"No, it's fine Master chief."
"That was what, I thought." Jason clapped Clay's back, as he stood. "You should get some more sleep. You look drained."
"I'm fine." Clay lied. He were tired and he were drained, but there were still a few things, he wanted to talk about. He could still feel a tension between him and Jason and he wasn't sure, if he would be able to sleep before it was fixed.
"Liar." Said Jason. "Get some rest and we'll talk tomorrow."
"Why not now?"
Jason sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. A habit he had started doing ofter and ofter, since they'd drafted Clay.
"Because your tired, kid. And to be honest so am I."
"I'm not tired." Clay folded his arms over his chest and pouted.
Jason's lips betrayed him and formed a small smile. Somedays Clay was practically still like a child. Jason couldn't help but wonder, if it was his upbringing. Clay had seen and done too much bad, in his short life. He was far from innocent, both literally and metaphorically. It was no secret, Clay had been forced to grow up far too quickly, but still there were so many things he hadn't had, as a child. Such as love, a family and a safe home.
Jason would never say it in front of the Kid, but he doubted Clay's grandparents ever really loved him. Cared for him maybe, but love. Can you really truly love a child, if you insist on raising it in a war zone? So many parents desperately risked their own and their kids' lives, paying human traffickers to smuggle them to foreign countries. Hoping that if and only if they survived, they could give their children something better. Families who most times, ended up living the rest of their life in a refugee camp. But Clay's grandparents had, had the chance to give Clay a better life. The kind of life American children had the right to. The kind of life which all kids deserved and had the right to. Nevertheless they choose strangers over their own grandchild. Something Jason maybe could have been able to forgive, if they at least had sent him to somewhere else. A boarding school, perhaps. Hell, even a foster home seemed like a better option, then growing up in a war zone. But they hadn't and that left Jason with the suspension that, not even the Kids grandparents had, had it in them to love Bravo's rookie.
What a mistake. Who could possible be stupid and cold hearted enough, not to want one of the most loving, pleasant, sweet and funny people in their life?
Jason kneeled, in front of Clay. Hands resting on his rookie's knees. Clay slowly removed his gaze from the floor and locked eyes with Jason.
"Kid, I know you're tired. No point in denying it." He held a hand up to silence Clay, when the Kid opened his mouth. "I know you Kid. I know your exhausted, I know if we keep talking you won't be able to concentrate and I do know there's more to talk about. I just also know tonight's not the time. So what about, you go to bed now. Tomorrow morning, you can tell me everything, about what's behind this sudden reignition of your disobedience and disrespect towards me."
Clay remained silent. Cut between wanting to object and not wanting to get in another fight, with is team leader.
"Clay, I know there's more going on, inside that head of yours. And we are gonna talk about it. I promise. I understand that you want it over, as quick as possible. Today just isn't the time. I need you to hear ever word, of what I'm gonna say and you won't be able to do that right now." Jason knew his rookie had, something important to talk about. He just truly did not think, now was the time. They both had things, they needed to digest. Thinks they needed to accept. Besides they had talked for a long time and he knew the guys would go crazy, did it take any longer. "I'm not mad at you. I'm not angry and I'm not hurt. Are you?"
Clay shook his head.
"I don't think so."
"Good. So no hard feelings?"
Clay shook his head again.
"Then we finish our talk tomorrow. Go to bed, Kid." Jason got up, giving Clay's head a pet.
Clay nodded dutifully and got up.
Jason watched as his surrogate son, crawled under the covers.
"Boss?" Clay was laying on his side, facing Jason.
"Yes, Kid?" Jason moved closer, to Clay's bunk.
"You promise, everything is gonna be alright?" Clay's voice held a hint of insecurity.
Jason sucked in a deep breath. He really wanted to say yes. But he also knew, no matter how much he wished for promising Clay whatever, the Kid wanted to hear, he couldn't. He couldn't take the risk of lying to his rookie. So instead he evaded the question.
"I promise you, that tomorrow we're gonna talk. And together we're gonna try and solve whatever problem you have. Deal?" He held a fist out.
"Deal." Clay fist bumped his mentor.
Jason made his way to the door. He reached out towards the door handle. But with the hand still in the air, he stopped, let it drop and turned around, instead.
"Kid?"
"Hmmm?"
"I really am sorry, about hitting you. It wasn't my intention."
"I know, boss." Still Clay couldn't seem, to look directly at Jason, when he said it. Noticing how Bravo one's shoulders sagged slightly, he added. "It's gonna be alright." Someday, left unsaid between them.
"I know, and that's alright." Jason placed a hand, on the door handle. "I love you, Kid."
"Like ways, Boss." Clay wondered if he one day, maybe would be able to say those words, too. To tell his brothers that he "loved them" and not just "like ways". It wasn't because he didn't love them. The words just got stuck in his throat. Refused to leave his lips. He simply didn't know how to say them.
Jason smiled at Clay. And not the wolf-like smile. It was a real smile. The smile usually reserved for Emma and Mikey.
And for him too, Clay realized. It made him warm inside. Maybe Jason did care. Maybe Jason did love him. Maybe, just maybe Jason wasn't gonna hate him, like Ash did.
Clay returned the smile.
"Night." Jason opened the door, turned off the lights and left.
Clay lay there, in the dark for awhile. Looking at the closed door. The room held a strange silence. A kind of emptiness. Loneliness. Clay felt an unexplainable urge, to go find Jason. To ask his team leader to come back. To sit with him, until he fell asleep. Or maybe ask Sonny. Or any of his brothers. He just wanted somebody, any of them. He didn't want to feel lonely, anymore.
Clay was contemplating to get up, to find his brothers, when the door opened. Slowly and silently his brothers entered the room. Clay felt a wave of safety and relief flood his system. He listened to them shuffle around. The room no longer seemed so empty or lonely. The darkness wasn't gonna suffocate him, not tonight anyway.
Clay heard Sonny mumble something inaudible.
He could hear Brock snicker.
"Shhh." That sounded like Ray. "He's sleeping. Be quiet."
"Why do I have to be quiet, just because blondie is sleeping." Sonny whispered. They all knew it was a joke though. Sonny would never dream of waking Clay unnecessarily. He knew his kid brother needed sleep.
Clay let them believe he was sleeping. Enjoying the trance between being awake and being asleep. Cerb jumped up into Clay's bunk. He placed an arm around the dog.
And before the team was undressed and in their bunks, their youngest member was sound asleep.
First of all, I want to say sorry to you guys. I feel like this chapter is really cheesy. It's not at all what I wanted to give you, but when I was going to write it my mind drew up blank, I really didn't know what or how to write this. I'm so sorry please forgive me, if this wasn't what you wanted or expected. I did my best, I really did.
(No I don't hate Clay's grandparents, I just really have difficulty understanding some of their decisions.)
Sorry, if there were too many descriptions and too little action.
I plan on continuing with at least one, maybe two chapters more. Don't know when that be, though.
I didn't intend to cut their conversation in two, but I felt like it was getting too long. So the rest you get in chapter 6.
As for the whole thing with Jason's smile, I just wanna say I have no idea where that came from. Or actually I do. Am I the only one who thinks he smiles like a wolf or lion, sometimes? I dunno what went on, in my mind, when I wrote it.
Hmm. If none of you mind, I'm gonna go to bed. Please let me know if you liked this chapter. And if you didn't, why?
Goodnight;)