Hello. This is just a quick SEAL Team fanfic. If enough like it I might continue it. English is my second language. So sorry for mistakes. I wrote it in a hurry.

You should know that I was to lazy to write it from the start.

All you need to know is op goes wrong, Clay pulls stunt. Brock gets hurt. Pissed of and worried Jason.

And I'm not really good with emotions and even worse to describe them.

Warnings

Badly written.

Fluff.

Little violence.

OOC.

Oh and of course a disclaimer, this is a fan fiction so I guess you already figured I own nothing of this and don't get any profit from it.

If you haven't left yet, I'm asking you to please give this story a change. It's only what 10 minutes of your life. Who knows maybe you like it.

If you decided to read then please enjoy.

Clay grabbed his cheek. Confusion and hurt evident on his face. He didn't know what to think or do. Jason had never ever slapped him before. Yeah sure the man had like the rest of their brothers, backhanded, whacked and smacked Clay on most of his body, lightheartedly or when they were unhappy with him. But never had any of them slapped him in the face. And definitely not the way Jason just did.

It stung, it really stung, both his cheek, his pride, his emotions and in his eyes. He desperately tried to contain the tears.

Occupied in his own mind Clay didn't hear his brothers yell.

He didn't see Jason freeze. Didn't see the shock in Bravo one's face.

Didn't hear Sonny, Trent and Ray yell at Jason.

Didn't see or hear any of what happened. He was too busy trying to prevent the tears from falling. Realizing it was impossible, he quickly fled the room.

His feet carrying him to Brock in the infirmary.

Brock looked up and smiled at the sight of his youngest brother. Only for his smile to flatter as he noticed the tears treating to spill and the red hand print on his brothers cheek. His eyes grew cold, as he reached an arm out inviting Clay in for a hug. An invitation Clay wasn't long to take.

Crawling up in the small hospital bed to Brock. Clay snuggled in to his older brothers side. Fisting pieces of Brocks clothing in his hand.

"What happened?" Brock's voice was raspy. He gently embraced Clay.

"I... I" Clay started, unable to fully process what had just happened.

"Shhh, take it easy." Brock ran his hand comforting through Clays curls.

"J... Jas... on... a...and..."

Brock tensed, hand frozen half way through Clay's hair.

"Jason did this?

Clay slowly nodded, rubbing his head against Brock's chest.

"H...he said it was my fault. W... we yelled. And then h... he sla... slapped me." And the tears in his eyes started pouring. Sobs wrecking Clay's body. "No... non o... of you... ha... has... n... ne... never... sla... slapped me... be... fore.

Brock was shocked. He simply didn't know what to say or do. Yes they had all hit or smacked him at one point. But to strike him in anger, no never.

Brock kissed the top of Clay's head. Rubbing circles on Clay's back, as he murmured comforting words.

He didn't know what the hell Jason thought he was doing, and frankly he didn't care. It wasn't Clays fault the mission went south. He was in no way to blame.

Brock tried to keep his heart from breaking, as he listened to his kid brother cry. Hugging him tightly he waited.

Soon Clay quieted and before long the boy was sleeping. Snuggling so far into Brock, he almost fell out of the bed.

Pleaseleave a review. If somebody likes it, I will try to continue and probably make a better start too.

Thanks.