Timmy Fell Into The Well

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A/N: For Whumptober 2022 #28 It's just the tip of the iceberg-headache

Bravo team was sent on a mission to apprehend a new upcoming bombmaker, starting to make a name for himself by selling his elaborate bobby traps to terrorists and gangs. They had just arrived at his last known location; a safe house rumored to be rigged to explode at any unwelcome visitors. Brock sent his dog into the building with a command. The team watched on the camera feed as the image wobbled until Cerb sat focused on a particular wall- indicating he detected explosives.

"I need Kairos inside on that wall. Clay you and me on his six, make our sweep from the front. We'll watch the street from that window," He pointed to a vantage point in the safe house. The others waited for their orders as their EOD checked out the dog's feed to get a better idea of what they were up against.

"If I take position in that window we'd have a better vantage point. Watch for runners," Ray pointed to an abandoned building across the street.

"Good thinking," Their leader praised but refused to send his number Two into a completely unknown location alone, "But take Trent with you."

The two nodded and went to fulfill their orders. Protecting their brothers from above and keeping an eye out for their target.

"Sonny take the right, Brock you're on the left. Check for any other surprises then meet us inside." Jason hated separating his team but he needed to know if there were any other exits their target could utilize, "Keep your heads on swivel, boys."

Cerb was still sitting obediently at the wall staying true to his target like he had been taught. He whined softly as Summer found a tripwire and began the process of diffusing. Nobody grabbed the dog's lead taking for granted the quiet presence always at their backs that cared for the canine. The dog sensed his job was complete and went in search of his handler.

Cerberus started barking.

"Where's Cerb?" Jason asked, looking around the room and not seeing the dog.

"He must be with Brock," Clay answered as he and Sonny came back from sweeping the rest of the safe house. They'd found nothing.

"Seven what's your timetable?" Jason asked his EOD.

"Almost there," Kairos answered, "Paranoid bastard had a hell of a lot of fail-safes."

"Three, Six go find out what's going on," Jason didn't have a good feeling. He pulled out his comm to determine why Brock hadn't briefed them on the situation that his dog had detected. The man was quiet but he'd never jeopardize a mission by not alerting his brothers to a new threat. Unless he couldn't.

Cerb was alone outside of the house. The dog barked at Bravo Three and Six; he'd dance forward then turn back when they didn't immediately follow. They searched the area for new threats. They didn't detect any. Ray confirmed their all-clear signal. Yet no one could locate Brock. Brock had gone around the left side of the house and everyone confirmed that they hadn't seen nor heard from him since.

Clay led the way following the dog to Brock's last known location. Sonny covered his six, hoping Cerb would lead them to find Bravo Five and not another bomb. The hair missile stopped at the edge of a large hole with a whine. The dog sat at their side as both SEALs knelt next to the opening with a sinking feeling. With the aid of their flashlights, they saw the hole was an old abandoned well. At the bottom lay their missing brother motionless and covered in blood.

"Trent we need you," Sonny called urgently into his comm.

"It has to be me; the rest of you guys are too big and heavy," Clay argued with Sonny. He was thankful his size allowed him to be the one to save his friend. He should have noticed Cerb disappear. If he had they would have found Brock sooner.

"Is that a fat joke?" Sonny dealt with negative emotions with humor. Negative emotions like guilt. He should have made sure Brock made it around the building. He was the one in charge while walking the yard of a known booby trap maker. He'd been too focused on the Kid being next to a bomb. They had just gotten Clay back from his recovery from the last explosion. He didn't trust the rookie around bombs.

Trent ran up to his brothers practically sliding on his knees as he hurried to determine the state of the one trapped in a well. The only thing he could really determine was that Brock was still breathing and sustained some sort of head wound. It wasn't much to go on and so much could go wrong before they reached him. He needed to talk to him; get the extent of his injuries so he'd know how best to get him out and what treatments to start with when they did. For all that he needed his brother to wake up.

"Brock? Can you hear me, brother?" Trent called down the well as Clay geared up to go down and get him.

"Tren'?" Brock finally responded, albeit weakly.

"Brock," Trent let the relief flood his voice, "What's your status?"

"Wha' happened?" Brock's voice slurred, he definitely had more than a minor head injury.

Sonny couldn't keep quiet any longer, "Your gonna be okay Broccoli, Lassie saved your ass."

"Cerb?" He croaked out, pushing himself up to his feet.

"Brock, don't move," Trent called out too late. If he had any bad breaks or spinal issues it was too late now. Thankfully he seemed pretty whole, leaning up against the wall.

"He's fine, just sitting up here waiting for us to save his human that took a tumble down the well," Sonny teased.

"We're sending Clay down now- just hang tight, brother," Trent was itching to have his patient topside so he could determine the damage done to his friend.

"No! Don't," He swayed at his outburst, "Bomb."

"What?" Sonny sputtered, putting a protective hand on Clay's arm, restraining him from getting closer to the possibly rigged well.

"Where? Do you see anything?" Trent asked, hoping Brock's injuries had time to wait for the EOD to do his job, "Kairos should be on his way out soon."

"Cerb's sitting," Brock couldn't think straight, passed the pounding in his head but he knew his dog, "s'not an accident- trap."

"Are you sure?" Trent asked, not liking the slumped form and unresponsiveness. He asked more sharply, "Brock, are you sure?"

"Yeah, see wires," Brock slid back down to the ground. Sitting with his knees pulled up and his head leaned back. His friends could see the fresh blood coating his face.

"Brock I need you to stay awake." Trent didn't want him to fall back asleep, alone down there, without knowing the extent of his concussion.

"Tired," Brock sighed, without opening his eyes against the harsh light being shinned down on him.

"I know brother," Trent felt so helpless, "But I need you to talk to me."

"Kay."

Trent was watching him as closely as he could in the half-light of the flashlights. He could hear Sonny updating the rest of the team on Brock's situation but he ignored it and focused on Brock. He couldn't see as much as he needed to, looking down the distance of the dim well. "I need you to tell me where you hurt?"

"You land on your head, Broccoli?" Sonny asked, trying to lighten the mood. Brock became agitated not understanding the joke. Hissing in pain as he prodded his wound and squinted down at his blood-stained fingers in concern.

"You're not helping," Trent hissed before calling back down to his patient, bringing his wandering focus back onto the medic, "Brock, what else?"

'M' head hur's."

"I know it does," Trent tried to be patient with his out-of-reach patient, "Anything else?"

"Cerb okay?" Brock asked.

"Yeah buddy he's fine," Clay answered after sharing a concerned look with the other two up top, "He's right here waiting for you."

"Sittin'! Trap!" Brock shot back up to his feet in agitation. He swayed dangerously before falling back to his knees. He heaved painfully into the dirt.

"Brock!" His brothers called down to him in concern.

"'M fine," Brock waved a weak hand up at them as he pushed himself back up onto his wobbly legs.

"Bravo Five, sit your ass down," Trent ordered. The last thing Brock needed was to fall and hit his head. Weak legs folded under him as he obey the command. He closed his eyes briefly before they popped back open. He looked around the dark well, touching the walls like he'd never seen them before.

"Wha' 'appened?" Brock squinted up at them in confusion. He was repeating things and not retaining recent events, Trent just added them to the growing list of symptoms and concerns. He needed to get his brother out of the well and he needed him out now.

"Where the hell is Summers," Trent gritted through his teeth.

"Tren'?" A weak desperate call came from the well.

"I'm here buddy," Trent leaned further over the hole so his trapped brother could see him better.

"My head hur's" Brock admitted softly. If Bravo Five was admitting to any pain it had to be bad.

"We're gonna get you out of there," Sonny reassured.

"Kay," Brock hummed, "Hey, 'member tha' place downtown with the..." He paused trying to remember what he was talking about.

"The eggrolls?" Trent asked, trying to keep his friend talking, conscious, and calm.

"Yeah," Brock got a goofy smile, "They were good. We shoul' go there 'gain."

"Sure thing, pal."

"Tren' why'm down here?"

"You're gonna be fine," Trent said in a soothing voice, "We're gonna get you up here soon."

"Kay," Brock was quiet for a moment.

"Brock?" Sonny asked, "That bar and grill place's steak is better than eggrolls any day of the week."

Brock opened his eyes and turned his head slowly turned the Texan with a disbelieving look. "Nah," Brock started listing his favorite restaurants and their menus in order of best to Sonny's choice, which was dead last behind Mcdonald's just on principle. His soft slurred and rambling voice was reassuring background noise to the trio up top as they waited for help.

"That's the most I've ever heard Brock talk," Clay told them softly. He felt like a little kid again, waiting for the grown-up to come and fix the problem.

"Head injuries make him chatty," Trent revealed distractedly.

"Yeah," Sonny smirked, "Remember a few years back when he listed all his dogs and why he loved them."

"Yeah," Trent scowled, "He had a grade two concussion from when you tackled him."

"Jason still won't let us play football," Sonny gave a little pout.

"Uh, guys?" Clay called to them concerned. They turned back, looking down the well, tuning back into the injured man's incoherent rambling.

"Came ou' of 'he walls like a sha'ow," Brock mumbled to himself on repeat.

"Brock, who did?" Clay asked trying to get a straight answer that made sense.

"What's he spouting out about now?" Sonny asked, his eyes studying the dark wall as the hairs stood up on the back of his neck.

"Sha'ow and fell in a hole," Brock's unfocused eyes were wide and scared in the light of the flashlight as his muddled mind tried to fit the puzzle pieces together. He needed to warn his team of the threat that had taken him down and could still be around, "Bomb."

Clay whirled around to the wall, grabbing the dog's lead. "Cerberus," He ordered the hair missile to search the seemingly solid wall. With a growl, the dog smelled his handler's blood beyond the wall. Something had hit his human, drawing blood, and it was just beyond his reach with the smell of an unknown man that smelled faintly of explosives. He stood before the hidden entrance growling, waiting for his team to lead him to his next job. He missed his human and didn't like the smell of his blood and pain. He was ready to fight and bite. Then he was ready to go home with all of his beloved humans by his side.

The wall was clear of any booby traps. The HVT must have avoided doing so as to not draw attention to his secret hiddy hole. Sonny slammed open the door, Clay covering him. One pissed-off Belgian Malinois took down the man before he could detonate anything. He was bagged and tagged before the rest of the team finished disarming the bastard's safe house. Kairos got to work right away on the well.

"I love how Cerb always bites assholes who hurt his Timmy extra hard," Sonny exclaimed loudly, his foot stomping down extra hard on the HVT.

"I love how Cerb can always find his Timmy when he's in trouble," Clay rubbed the dog's ears.

Trent snorted, "He's not only good with that Timmy," He pointed at Clay, the trouble magnet, with a raised eyebrow.

Sonny laughed putting more weight on the whimpering man under his boot, "He's got you there Blondie."

Clay flipped him off as he got strapped to the rope as the EOD gave him the all-clear. His team carefully lowered him down, they didn't want two injured team members at the bottom of a well, to save their missing brother.

"I love how Cerb warns us of trouble," Ray always wanted himself and his brothers to always make it back home. He wanted to make it home to his family and the highly trained dog increased their chances of survival significantly.

Jason smiled at the bloody dog, content in his recent takedown, "And I love how Cerb always takes the trouble down hard."

"I love how he can't talk," Brock complained softly, rubbing at his aching temples as he was pulled up out of the dark hole, "Too lou'"

Cerb barked excitedly, edging towards his wincing human, standing faithfully at his side. Brock couldn't help but smile at his dog even if he was just as bad as the rest of Bravo. They all gave him shit, but they were his family so he could dish it out as well as take it. He wouldn't trade them for anything.

"Come on, Timmy, let's go home," Trent came up on his other side, pulling Brock's arm over his shoulder to steady the weaving man, "I love how Cerb will let us know when you fall into a well."