Hi :)

So it's been sometime since I've posted anything. (Yes I am aware that I have a fic or two I should finish/ something I hope to do in my summer break) Anyway I was resaving some of all my notes and ideas and found this. I think it's supposed to be part of multi chapter, this part looked finished sooo. I gotta be honest I have no idea what this is about, I haven't read it, not even skimmed through it, I just checked the bottom, concluded it look somewhat posteable and did so. So I apologize in advance for spelling mistakes and things that don't make sense.

I would also like to apologize and warn you about the fact that there can be time jumps, notes or danish words involved. But honestly I do t know.

If there are notes they are probably in danish and serve the purpose of reminding me what I was doing or planning on doing, obviously. There can also be danish words used because I couldn't remember a word and decided to wait till final edit to search for it. It that happens please let me know so I can remove it.

Anyway I'm a taking a small break from the SEAL team fandom so I might have missed something and no I have still not finished season 3. Bad me, huh?

So if I haven't scared you away already please lean back and enjoy ;)

"Yo, Sawyer."

Trent turned around confused, looking for whoever was calling his name. At the end of the hallway stood a young brunet. When he saw Trent stopped and turned around, he started to jog towards him.

Trent squinted his eyes, in an attempt to see the man's face better. Despite the distance between them, he was fairly certain he'd seen the guy around. But what his name was, Trent didn't know. Adams maybe... Baker... maybe Carter something. Nah, nope it wasn't it.

The brunet stopped in front of Trent, barely outta breath. Looking him up and down Trent concluded, the guy definitely was a SEAL and probably a tier one, too. Not just base personnel.

"Yeah?" Bravo teams medic asked, having had time to put on a nonchalant mask, hiding his confusion.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to disturb... it's just..." The guy stuttered.

Trent didn't fault him. The operators who knew Bravo only by reputation, often felt uneasy and nervous around any of them. They knew that with one word Jason Hayes and his men could make or break a persons career.

Trent would stutter too, if he was the one standing before a man that could make his life hell. In fact Trent clearly remembered how he had stumbled over the words and shifted with unease, the first time Adam Siever had fixed him with his steely glare.

However that didn't mean, he had time to listen to this guy's rambling. He had places to be.

"Can I help you?" He asked icy.

That seemed to snap the brunet, back to focus.

"Yeah, I'm sorry to disturb. I just wanted to ask about Spenser."

Clay? WFT? Trent thought, the confusion back full force and then it all clicked. He's only been in DEVGRU a couple of months. Did Green team with The Kid. Hmm... Wilson... Matt Wilson. That was why Trent hadn't immediately recognized him. Wilson had graduated bottom of his class, something that had surprised no one and therefore had he not been on Bravo's list of draftees. To be honest that list had ever only consisted of one name. But they had talked about the other candidates, just never Wilson.

If Trent remembered correct, Wilson had ended up on Romeo. A team Bravo barely ever worked with. So why the fuck, did Wilson wanna know about Clay?

"What about Six?" Trent did a good job hiding his worry and suspicion. Even though that made him sound and appear a little too cold and unfriendly. A little too much like Mandy.

"I just wanted to ask if he's alright? He's just seemed kinda off lately." Wilson said, genuinely worried.

Trent closed his eyes for a micro second. So others was starting to notice, too.

"He's fine." Trent answered abruptly, before turning and leaving. His strides longer and faster this time.

'A little bit off'. Ha, understatement of the year. Clay was more then a little bit off. He was distant. Often avoidant. He was getting thinner. The t-shirts' that had been too tight a couple of weeks ago, were now baggy and far to lose for Trent's liking. Looking back he couldn't remember the last time he saw The Kid eat. It was like he'd lost all sense of hunger. The problem was non of them had been able to figure out why. Or how to fix it.

Everyone had agreed to give The Kid space and time. Let him figure it out on his own. -not because they didn't wanna help, they just knew that this thing with having brothers and a family, was new to Clay. They'd thought he might not appreciate their attempts at helping, so they'd agreed to leave him be- now it seemed their time was up. Others was starting to notice and that meant they had to do something.

He needed to talk to Ray. Figure out what to do. Ray, not the Boss, never the Boss. Not after Alana's death. Her death had come as a shock to everyone, but Jason the most, of course. He'd been distant ever since. Unreachable.

Or maybe everyone was just too afraid to try and reach out. Scared he'd bite their head off.

And with good reason, too. Trent thought. Petting an angry grizzly bear seems safer, than getting near a grieving Jason Hayes.

Trent texted Ray. Told him they needed to talk about Clay.

Ray frowned, when he read Trent's text.

Why'd he want to talk about The Kid?

But Ray realized with dread, that he already knew the answer. Spenser wasn't acting normal. Actually he was acting the opposite of normal, because he wasn't acting normal.

Usually Clay Spenser would hide his problems and/or injuries behind a cocky facade or by trying to seem as normal as possible. Now he was practically a big shining neon sign saying something was off, at least if you knew him and knew his tells.

Something was definitely wrong and they would have to work it out together.

Ray sighed, before writing a message in their group chat, telling Bravo they had 10 minutes to wrap up whatever they were doing and meet him at the cages.

(No he did not feel guilty, they had a group chat without The Kid. After all the most discussed topic of the chat was their rookie. Clay couldn't really be trusted to be in on discussing his own bedtime, could he?)

Clay was running the O-course. Had been all morning. Didn't matter how many times Ray'd asked him to stop. Kid kept on running. In the end Ray had given up and went to clean his rifle. Again.

If Ray hadn't been able to ordering Clay to stop, the chance of him walking in on them was small.

Trent was the one wanting to talk, so no worries there.

Sonny and Brock always dropped everything and came running when team meetings had something to do with their kid.

That meant Ray's only challenge would be the Boss. He might love Jason as a brother. Yes, they were best friends, had been a long time. And yes Ray was usually the one to tell Jason when he was in the wrong. Was the one to keep his ego at an acceptable level. The one to keep him from murdering some dumbass cake eater. And so on. But Ray was definitely not gonna drag Jason to a spontaneous team meeting. Not so soon after Alana. Not even if it was about their Kid.

Ray did have a sense of self-preservation.

And he was not gonna get into an argument with Jason right now.

Thank you very much.

So if the Master Chief decide to show, good.

If the Master Chief decided not to show, they'd manage.

I hope. Ray though, as he leaned back and waited.

Not long after did Trent appear, looking more tired and worried, then ever. Without a word he grabbed a bottle of water from his cage.

Sonny and Brock entered the room, just as Trent lifted the bottle to his lips.

Sonny looked around confused.

"What's goin' on Ray?" He asked. "Where's the Boss?"

"Not sure Jason's gonna show, Son. Honestly don't wanna wait." Bravo two said, before turning to the team medic. "Why'd you wanna talk about the Kid?"

"Kid? What about the Kid." Sonny interrupted, looking between the two of them. "Somebody better start talking. And that now."

"Isn't it obviously?" Brock went to sit on the steel table, standing in the middle of the room. "Clays been off for weeks. Trent wanna figure out why and how to stop it, which is why Ray texted us, duh." He sent a mocking yet playful smirk in Sonny's direction. All humor left him and worry filled his eyes when he turned to Trent. "Only real question is why now? He's been acting weird for weeks, why you wanna talk about now?"

"Cause others is starting to notice." Trent ragged a hand through his hair. "And honestly we should have tried to figure out what's going on, weeks ago."

"We were waiting for Jason." Ray was aware of how bad an excuse that was. However it was true.

"Whatcha mean others noticing?" Sonny asked.

"Romeo's rookie, think his names Matt Wilson, not sure. Anyway he stopped me in the hallway, asked how Clay was doing. Said he was worried 'cause Spenser seemed off."

"He's not the only one." Brock remarked. "Haven't you seen the glances some of the others have been sending the Kid's way? Hell even our way?"

The three other men all shook their heads. None of them was as observant as Brock.

"Guess you haven't heard their whispers either?" He asked. Again all three shook their heads. Brock just sighed, sometimes he forgot how unperceptive his brothers could be. "They're talking about how the Kid is getting thinner, how he looks off, they're wondering where Jason are, why he isn't doing anything. They're worried. Not just about Clay, but about us, too. About Bravo."

"What about Bravo?" Sonny asked with indignation.

"They're worried we're getting old. Honestly can't blame them. Jason's done his time, Trent only has a couple of years left, we're all tired, on the verge of used up.

So as mentioned before I actually don't know what this is about and I'm not sure if I'm gonna continue.

Please let me know if you guys think it's short continuing. I think I have some notes somewhere I can dust off and use as a frame for another chapter, if any of you would like so and if I find the time for it.

Anyway please let me know what you think about it all.

Love ;)