*I am so sorry this took so long! I just have not found the time to write and I didn't want to put something out there that was not worth it, so with that said; Please enjoy*

Brett walked through the doors and took a seat on the couch. Dr. Michaels could tell by his face that something was seriously bothering him. He knew that he couldn't just jump right into it because that would upset Brett for the remainder of the session. "Did you do your homework?" the doctors asked. Brett thought back to Santana's birthday. Her eyes watching him declare his love for her. Their time together, making love for the first time. All those thoughts made him smile. Brett tried to hide it but Dr. Michaels noticed it immediately.

"Based on your face I am guessing that you did complete your homework," He said with a smile that matched Brett's. "I did and it was amazing" Brett declared. "Tell me about it?" the doctor asked. Brett leaned back against the couch, finally letting his body relax. "Santana has always wanted me to sing and always wanted me to talk about my feelings. So I sang a song that told her how I felt in front of everyone on her birthday. I let myself finally have what I want. I told Santana I loved her and it was absolutely perfect" Brett explained. Dr. Michaels nodded his head, "I am very proud. That must have taken a lot of guts" he said.

"It was terrifying but she deserved it so it was 100% worth it," Brett said. "That is great to hear, now how have your nightmares been?" Dr. Michaels asked. Brett let out a deep breath. "The night of our last session was not good," he admitted. "I want to know about the nightmare," the doctor said. "I really don't feel like reliving it," Brett said. "I don't care. You need to relive it in order to move past it" Dr. Michaels explained. Brett groaned, he knew his therapist was right but Brett really didn't want to talk about it again.

"I relived the moment that I was shot in the chest," Brett said. Dr. Michaels looked at him puzzled. He realized that Brett gave that up way too easily. "That isn't it," he said. Brett was kinda taken back by how well the doctor could see right through him. "This is not my first rodeo Brett. I have been helping soldiers for 20 years. I know when they are holding back and I know when they are lying to me. Now I believe that that was part of the dream but I do not believe that it was the part of the nightmare that affected you most. Now I am going to ask one more time and if you do not want to tell me, then you can leave because our session will be over" Dr. Michaels explained.

Most people would think that Dr. Michaels is being tough but it is necessary. Soldiers have very tough skin and the only way to get to the root of the problems is to break that hard exterior. Which Dr. Michaels does by being the commander of the room. Soldiers always listen to their superiors which is the role the doctor takes.

"I died and I saw my funeral. It was like I was a ghost just walking around and seeing all my friends and family" Brett expressed. The doctor nodded, slowly. "Santana was there, she was so distraught" He said, his voice breaking. "What else was wrong with her?" Dr. Michaels asked, knowing that this was his trigger. "She was pregnant and I left her all alone" Brett explained. He wiped the tear that escaped but Dr. Michaels saw the whole thing.

"You want to have a family with her?" he asked. "That is the weird thing. I always said that I would die in the military with no family. I didn't want children because I never had a good example on how to be a parent. So how the hell was I supposed to be a good father? But then I met Santana. I couldn't help but picture what a little baby with our mixed genetics would look like. I know that Santana would be an amazing mom and I want to be with her the rest of my life which means I need to be a dad." Brett explained. "Your subconscious is doing it again. You think that you do not deserve a family. Which you are manifesting in your nightmares" Dr. Michaels said.

"I saw her sitting there crying. She was cradling her beautiful baby bump. It was my baby and I went off and died in the war" Brett explained. "Did you tell Santana?" Dr. Michaels asked. Brett nodded. Dr. Michaels was actually shocked that he told her, Brett was making so much progress. If this was a few sessions ago, Brett wouldn't have told Santana and Dr. Michaels would have spent the session convincing him to tell her. "I asked her if she would tell me if she was pregnant. Tana said she would tell me, which calmed my nerves but the other day I got some bad news" Brett said. "What news did you receive?" He asked. "My General met with me and told me that I am being deployed in 2 weeks. Team C should be the ones going, not my team. But he won't send them and now he is saying that I could be gone for years, however long it takes to capture the men we are hunting." Brett explained.

Dr. Michaels looked very confused. "I am in touch with your doctor, you are in no shape to be shipped back to the desert," he said. Brett nodded in agreement, "the General said the same thing but he doesn't care. His exact words were that my 85% was other soldiers 100%. He said that it was good enough" Brett said. "I am sorry Brett. I wish there was something I could do" he said. "There is actually, do you think I could maybe video chat or call you while I am deployed. I can feel myself healing and I am scared that if I leave then I will be worse when I get back." Brett explained. Dr. Michaels smiled, "absolutely, I think that is a great idea," he said.

Brett looked down. "How am I supposed to tell Quinn and Santana? I have only ever had to tell Aaron and Carrie that I was leaving. Now I need to tell my sister and my girlfriend, I don't know what to do" he said. "Does anyone know that you are being deployed?" Dr. Michaels asked. "Yeah, Puck knows," Brett said. "That is Quinn's boyfriend right?" he asked to which Brett nodded. "Here is what you are going to do. Invite Quinn and Santana over to your place tonight. I know you don't like being around people the night of our sessions but you can not let one more day go to waste. When they come over you are going to tell them together. It is important to have Puck there because Quinn and Santana are going to need support. Then you are going to let them stay over if they want." The doctor explained.

"I am scared to know how they are going to react" Brett admitted. "Based on other soldier's experiences. They could be angry or sad. I have seen loved ones push soldiers away and also be all over them. Everyone reacts differently, you just need to let them express how they feel and support them" he explained. Brett nodded, "I am going to do it tonight," he said, kinda saying it to convince himself also. "Yes you are," Dr. Michaels said. "What if I die overseas? Or my nightmare comes true?" Brett asked. "Your nightmares are not foreshadowing of what is going to happen. They are your brain bringing your fears to life. Now I can't tell you that you are not going to die but I can tell you that I have no doubt in my mind that you Brett are going to fight like hell to make it back to Santana and Quinn alive" Dr. Michaels explained. Brett nodded, "Thank you," he said. "If you need a session earlier than normal then just call my receptionist and we will set one up," the doctor said

Brett sat on the couch with Puck on the other side and Lord Tubbington on his lap. "So you are telling them tonight?" Puck asked. Brett nodded, "I invited them over for pizza." he said. "Do you want me to go over to Mikes or something?" Puck asked. Brett shook his head, "Dr. Michaels thinks that it is important to have you here when I tell them" He explained. "Why? I feel like this is a conversation that you should be having with them alone" he said. "I thought so too but Dr. Michaels said that Quinn is going to need someone. Santana is probably going to sleep in my bed with me which means Quinn needs someone to be there with her through the night. Which is where you come in" Brett explained. "Okay I can do that, do you want us to go to her apartment so you and San can be alone?" he asked.

"We should all stay under one roof. I think it would make the girls feel better, you know. And trust me, I don't think either of us is going to be doing anything fun tonight." Brett said. Puck nodded, "Yeah I don't think so either, I have a feeling it is going to be one long night." Puck groaned. "Hey Puck," Brett said. "Yeah man?" he asked. "I need you to watch over them," Brett said. "Brett you are going to be fine," Puck said. "That is not guaranteed. I need to know that Santana and Quinn are going to be okay. I need to make sure that someone is going to look out for them while I am gone" Brett said. Puck knew that it was important to him so he wasn't going to argue. "I will make sure they are okay" Puck promised. "I want Santana to move on if it comes down to it" Brett said. "You and I both know that she won't," Puck said. "I plan on talking to her but when the time is right you need to make sure that she finds someone to love her. Santana wants a family and she deserves one even though I died." He said. "Stop talking like you are dying or already dead" Puck said, a bit of anger to his tone. "I just can't help it," he said. "You are not going to die. You are going to be deployed, do your time, and then come home to your family. I will watch over the girls. Make sure Quinn and Santana keep living their life. I will not let Santana or Quinn fall into the dark hole of sadness, as long as you fight like hell to come home" Puck said. Brett nodded, "I will, I will try so fucking had bro" Brett said.

By the time that night came, the pizza was already on the table and Brett was so nervous. Santana and Quinn were so excited to come over for dinner but little did they know then the world was going to be crumbling down.

Quinn opened the door wide, "How the hell did you get in?" Puck asked. "We stole a key last time we were here," Quinn explained laughing. "I don't know why you look surprised, Brett has a key to our place. It makes sense for us to have a key to yours" Santana said, shutting the front door. "Brett has a key because he lived there. You two do not live here" Puck said. "Just let them have a key, that way we don't need to get off the couch to let them in" Brett said. "Hello gorgeous, I like your sweatshirt," Brett said leaning in and giving her a loving kiss on the lips. "Thanks, this is one of my favorite ones," Santana said, hugging her own waist. The sweatshirt was Brett's that he left at her apartment. "It is my favorite too but it looks too good on you to take it back" he said laughing.

"Tubbs!" Quinn yelled, scooping the kitten off the ground. "Wow you say hi to the cat before me," Puck said, acting offended. "The kitty is more adorable than you are" Quinn mumbled. Lord Tubbington looked right at Santana and started meowing very loudly. "Aww San, he missed you," Quinn said, bringing the kitten close to her face. Santana saw how happy Brett looked so she sucked it up and petted the cat. "I have to say you with Lord T really makes me happy" Brett whispered in her ear. "I know that is the only reason I am petting him" she replied, making Brett laugh.

Quinn placed the cat down and grabbed the pizza. Puck grabbed some whiskey knowing that they were going to need something stronger than beer for this conversation. Brett grabbed the girls some red wine, knowing that it was their favorite. Brett tossed his left arm around Santana while using his right hand to eat the pizza. Everything was great, the girls were laughing and talking about their day. Drinking wine and having fun, neither knew what was coming.

Once the pizza was done, Santana laid with her back against the side of the couch and her feet on Brett's lap. Quinn was sitting close to Puck with his arm wrapped around her waist securely. Brett looked over and made eye contact with Puck. Puck knew that it was time and he subconsciously tightened his hold on Quinn. Brett rubbed Santana's leg and turned toward them. This way he was sitting facing the group better. "So remember how I told you that I went to a doctor's appointment before your birthday party," Brett said. Santana nodded, still believing that was where he was. Quinn watched on, knowing that it wasn't where Brett was. " I did not go to the doctors," he admitted.

Santana looked at Quinn and Puck, before turning back to Brett. "Why do they not look surprised?" she asked. "Quinn and Puck knew that I wasn't there because we were all at your apartment when I got the call," Brett explained. "What call?" she asked. "My General, General Kennedy called me and requested an emergency meeting" he explained. "Why did you lie?" she asked. "Because I knew you would ask me about the meeting and I couldn't tell you what happened on your birthday. It was such an amazing night, I was not going to ruin it with my news" Brett said.

"Wait, news. Did the General say something?" Quinn asked, connecting the dots. "He did say something," Brett said quietly. "It is kinda why he invited you guys over," Puck said. "So Puck knows the news?" San asked. "He does, he figured it out at your birthday party," Brett said. "What is the news?" Quinn asked. "I am being deployed," Brett said quickly before he lost all the nerve to tell them. Silence completely enveloped the room. Santana's face went blank. Brett couldn't read what she was thinking. When he looked over at Quinn, she looked mad. "They can't do that!" Quinn yelled. "Quinn" Puck said, hoping to calm her down. "No, you are not healed. They are basically sending you over there to die" she yelled. Santana looked down, trying not to cry, she pulled her knees to her chest. Hearing Quinn say that brought her fears to reality, Brett is hurt and if he goes back there not in the best shape then he may not survive.

Brett noticed Santana pull away. Dr. Michaels did say that everyone reacts differently. "Don't touch me" Quinn said, pulling away from Puck and standing up. "Quinn," Brett said. "No, Santana and I are lawyers. There has to be something we can do. San works for the city, she has connections. Right, San?" Quinn asked looking at her. Santana didn't lookup. "Santana, say something!" she yelled. "Quinn stop" Puck said, realizing that she was spiraling. "I am not going to stop. Some General is sending my brother to his death. I am not going to let that happen." Quinn said. She grabbed her bag. "Where are you going?" Brett asked. "If Santana is going to just sit there then I will figure it out," Quinn said, walking out the door.

"Fuck" Brett mumbled. He wanted to go after her but he didn't want to leave Santana. Brett looked over at his girlfriend who was still sitting there with her head down. "Go Brett, I will talk to her," Puck said. You see, Puck and Santana are pretty similar. And right now she just needs a second which Puck knew. Brett leaned down and kissed Santana's head. He needed her to know that he loved her before going after his sister.

Quinn managed to get all the way to the sidewalk before Brett caught up to her. "Quinnie, stop and look at me," Brett said, grabbing her arm lightly. She turned and he saw the tears in her eyes. "I can do something about this, I just need time," she said, through her sobs. Brett smiled and shook his head. "Quinn you can't. I know you want to help but I have tried everything" he said. "You are not physically ready," she cried. "I know I am not but my General talked to my doctor. I am 85% healed which is good enough for him" Brett explained. "That is not right. He is basically sending you into war, not at your best." Quinn said.

"I know. I already tried to bring that to his attention. General Kennedy said that I am the best and he doesn't care. I am leaving in 2 weeks and there is nothing I can do to get out of it" Brett explained. "2 weeks!" Quinn yelled. "You can't go. I need my brother and Santana needs her boyfriend. Please Brett" she pleaded. This broke Brett's heart. "Come here," he said, pulling her into a hug. Quinn cried into his chest. "Shhhhh, everything is going to be okay," he said.

"What if you don't come home?" Quinn asked. That is the question that has been haunting Brett. He moved the hair out of her face, "Then you are going to move on with your life" he said. "B" she whispered. "I know that is something you do not want to hear but me dying is something that could happen. If it does I want you to live. Get married to Puck and have a family. You see life moves on no matter what happens" Brett explained. "I know you are going to be okay but you need to be there for Santana," he said. Quinn nodded, "I will," she whispered. "I know you will. Do you want to come back up the stairs with me?" Brett asked. "I think some air and don't worry I won't leave and knock on the General's door," she said, making Brett laugh. "I love you Quinnie," Brett said, kissing the top of her head in a brotherly way. "I love you too B" she whispered back.

(Meanwhile with Puck and Santana)

Once Brett walked out the front door, Santana finally looked up. She was scared to look at him. Fearing that all the emotions were going to come flooding out. Puck got up and sat in front of her. "He is really leaving?" she asked. Puck nodded. "Puck, he can't leave," San said. Puck leaned against the couch still looking at her. "I am sorry, San," he said."I feel like I just got him. We haven't been together long, he finally told me that he loved me and now he is just going to leave." San said. "You know he wouldn't be leaving if he didn't have to." Puck said. "There has to be something we can do as Quinn said. He isn't ready" she said. "I have been talking to Brett about all of this and trust me when I say, he tried everything to get out of it. Brett does not want to leave you or Quinn." Puck explained.

"I can't do it without him," Santana said, her voice breaking. Puck knew that Santana loved Brett but seeing her like this is really affecting him. Puck has known Santana for years and she is the strongest woman he knows. The only time he has seen her break like this is when she is drunk. "Look at me, San," he said. She looked up, her eyes were glossed over. "You are so strong and I truly believe that you and Brett are going to get through this." Puck said. Santana nodded, she needed to hear that.

"If you need anything just come over or call, for anything San" Puck said. She looked at him, "Brett asked you to watch over me didn't he" Santana asked. Puck didn't expect her to figure it out so quickly but it is Santana so he shouldn't be shocked. "It isn't that we don't think you will be okay, this is just all new. Brett has never had to leave someone behind that he really loves. I think he just needs to have a piece of mind knowing that you will be okay" Puck rambled. Sanatana reached out and grabbed his hand. "Thank you Puck" she whispered. Puck let out the breath he was holding, at least she wasn't mad.

"I think you should go check on Quinn," Santana said. "Brett is down there, she will be fine" Puck replied, he didn't want to leave her. "We all know how Quinn can get. The only person that can bring her down is me and you. I am for sure not going down there because I will start to cry and then she will cry and it will be a complete shit show. You need to go down there and be there for Quinn. Plus I think I just need alone time" Santana explained. Puck knew Santana was right, she knew Quinn better than anyone. "Are you sure that you will be okay?" he asked. Santana forced a smile and nodded. Puck gave her shoulder a squeeze before walking out of the apartment. Even though Santana said she wanted to be alone, Puck knew that she needed a certain someone. That someone is not him, it is Brett.

Santana was trying everything in her power not to break. This was the news she has been dreading since falling for this soldier. All she wanted was to run and pretend that this conversation never happened but she knows that she can't do that. A part of her wants to run to Brett and another part of her doesn't want to look at him, fearing she might break. Santana got up and walked toward his bedroom. She has no idea why her feet carried her there but they did. Immediately she was in front of the framed picture of them on the side table. Santana picked it up and admired it. They looked so happy at Thanksgiving, god she wishes she could just go back and forget everything that Brett just dropped on them.

Puck made his way to the sidewalk where they were standing. Brett walked away from Quinn and up to Puck so she didn't hear what they were saying. "What are you doing down here?" Brett asked. "I came to check on Quinn," he said. "What about Santana?" Brett asked, extremely concerned. "She was the one who wanted me to come down but I do think that you should go and talk to her '' Puck explained. "Is she okay?" he asked. "To be honest, I think she is trying to act like she is fine but I know San. She is not okay and as much as she pushes away, Santana needs you. Don't let her push you away, just go and hold her. Quinn will be okay, I got her'' Puck said. Brett smiled, "Thanks man, I really don't know what I would do without you" Brett admitted. "That is what best friends and roomies are for '' Puck replied.

When Brett walked into the apartment, he was expecting Santana to be on the couch but she wasn't there. The apartment was silent, at least she wasn't crying Brett thought as he wandered around. He walked down the hall and peeked into his room. Santana was standing in front of his bed with her back toward the door. Brett walked in and shut the door, Santana knew he was there but didn't turn around.

"This was such a fun night," Santana said. At first, Brett thought she was being sarcastic, talking about tonight. But when he walked closer to him, he could see over her shoulder that Santana was holding the picture that he kept on his bedside table. "It was a pretty great night even though we woke up with Kurt and Mercedes," Brett said, making Santana chuckle. "You know I got another picture of us printed," Brett said. "What picture?" San asked. She still didn't turn around to face him and Brett was okay with it.

Brett went into the closet and pulled out a black frame. "I wanted you to have a picture of us on your side table too. That way when I am gone, you have something to remember me by." Brett explained. He reached around her and grabbed the photo from her hand. Brett replaced it with the newly framed picture that he put together for her. Santana looked down at the new photo. It was them at Santana's birthday party the other day. Brett had his arm wrapped securely around her waist. It looked like Brett was whispering something into her ear which made her smile like a giddy schoolgirl. Santana let her fingers ghost over the photo, they looked so happy. "I think I know why you are smiling," Brett whispered.

He finally stepped right behind her and placed his hand on her waist. "Why do you think I am smiling?" She asked. "I bet I am telling you that I love you. Especially since you made me repeat it over and over that night." He said. Santana couldn't help but smile. Every time Brett told her that he loved her she just had to smile. "What can I say, I like hearing you say it and I think you are right," Santana whispered.

She placed the picture on the bed and covered his hand with her own. "Talk to me baby" Brett whispered. "I know that this is your job but I don't want you to leave. Is that selfish of me?" Santana asked. Brett sat down on the bed and pulled her between his legs. This finally allowed Brett to see her face since giving her the news. Santana's face looked completely lost, her eyes glossy and threatening to spill tears. He could tell all this even without her looking at him. This broke Brett's heart. He was the reason she was so upset.

"Come here" he whispered, pulling her on his lap. Santana pulled her legs up and let Brett hold her close. "You are not selfish at all, Tana," he said. "Really because it feels like it. You are just doing your job and here I am upset that you are leaving" San explained. "You are allowed to be upset, I am and I knew it was going to happen eventually" Brett explained. "See I am selfish, here I am upset and I didn't even think to ask you how you are doing," Santana said. "I have done this plenty of time, the only thing I am concerned about is you. You've never had this happen so I want you to talk to me" Brett expressed.

"When are you leaving?" Santana asked. "The 28th" Brett said. Santana shook her head, "no, that is so soon. They can't expect you to be ready to leave by then" she expressed. " I know but that is when the General wants us to leave." He said. Santana put her head on his shoulder. "What about your therapy?" she asked. "I am going to continue to talk to Dr. Michaels while I am there. That way I keep up with all the progress we are making" Brett explained. "I think that is a good idea, how was your session today?" she asked.

Brett could tell that she didn't really want to talk about his upcoming deployment and that was okay with him. "It wasn't horrible. I told him all about your party and how I finally expressed my feelings to you. Then he gave me the confidence and some tips on how to tell you guys about my deployment" Brett explained. "So I guess I should leave because I know you like to be alone the nights of your sessions," Santana said. She got off of Brett's lap and started walking to the door. Brett knew that this is how she is trying to process everything, just like Dr. Michaels said, everyone, is different. Santana thought that leaving Brett would allow her to break alone. If she stayed with him any longer the crocodile tears were going to start.

"Actually I don't want that at all," Brett said. Santana stopped with her hand on the doorknob. "I was hoping you were going to stay with me. At least if you want to. But I understand if you need some time to process everything" Brett said. Santana turned around to face him. She really looked at him for the first time since he dropped the bomb, the eye contact was deep. That was it, her tough shell has finally been broken.

The tears left her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks. "I really want to stay with you" Santana admitted, through her tears. Brett couldn't let her just stand there and cry. He managed to cross the room in record time and pull his girlfriend into his arms. Santana sobbed into his chest, holding on to him as tight as she could; as if he was going to be shipped off at that very moment.

Brett didn't try to tell her to stop crying or anything like that, he just held her. Santana needed this and Brett was going to let her process the news however she wanted to. She took a deep breath trying to calm down the tears but it didn't work. Every time her tears started to slow down, Santana pictured Brett in war and it would start all over. Brett leaned down and kissed her head, still holding her as close as possible. "What can I do to help you, Santana?" Brett asked. "I just want you to hold me tonight" she hiccuped. "I can do that baby," he whispered. Brett thought she was going to make moves but she didn't. Santana just held on to him, crying her eyes out.

After a few minutes, Brett was sure her tears started to slow down. "Tana baby, why don't we get dressed for bed. Does that sound okay?" he asked. Santana nodded and sniffed her nose, hoping that the snot wasn't dripping down her face. "Can I have one of your shirts?" she asked. "Of course Tana," he said walking over to the bureau. "I want one that smells like you," San said quietly but Brett heard her. He pulled the t-shirt off his body, "here, where this one" he said. That is exactly what Santana wanted. She pulled her sweatshirt off her body and tossed her bra on the ground. Brett couldn't help notice that his dog tags were still situated around her neck. He wanted to scoop her up and ravish her perfect body but now is not the time. Santana slipped the shirt over her head.

Santana hugged herself and inhaled his scent, it already made her more comfortable. Brett pulled off his pants so he was just in his boxers. Santana couldn't help but check him out. No matter how upset she was, her man was hot which means she needed to take a look. Santana pulled off her jeans, leaving her in her black thong. "Do you want to lay down?" Brett asked. She looked up at him and felt the tears start to force their way out again. Brett wrapped his arm around her and walked her over to the bed. He pulled back the covers and let her climb in. Brett shut off the lights so the only thing illuminating was the lights from the city and his constellation nightlight.

Brett climbed into bed, Santana wasted no time to cuddle up to him. She wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible. Santana laid on his chest, Brett pushed her shirt up so he could rub her lower back. Brett always wondered how the hell Santana kept her skin so soft. "You're really leaving" she whispered, looking up at him. "I am leaving" he whispered back. Santana kissed his chest then laid her chin on her hands.

"There are a few things that I think we need to talk about eventually," Brett said. "What do we need to talk about?" she asked. "Are we staying together while I am gone?" he asked. Santana was kinda taken back by his question, "what do you mean?" she asked. "I love you Santana so freaking much. But I don't want you to be unhappy. Remember when I told you about Katie?" he asked. Santana nodded. "She always told me that she would wait for me but then cheated on me the minute I left. I know you are nothing like her but I signed up for war and you didn't, do you get what I mean?" Brett asked.

"I understand but I am not going anywhere. You are right, I didn't sign up for war but I signed up to be with you which means we are in this together. We are not breaking up Brett, I am in this for the long haul" Santana said. Brett couldn't help but smile, "I am so glad to hear you say that because I am too." he said.

"You need to come back to me Brett" Santana whispered. The tears welled up in her eyes again and started to roll down her cheeks. Brett reached out and wiped her tears with his thumb. It was no use because they were replaced just as fast. "Baby" he whispered back. "No Brett, it is my turn to talk and I need to say it before I cry my eyes out, even more, okay," she said. Brett nodded and let Santana keep going.

" I am terrified. I have never felt like this towards anyone. You are the only person that I have ever pictured a future with. I love you so much, Brett. I don't know how I am going to function without you while you are deployed but I do know that if you do not come back to me, I will fall apart. I need you B. I need you to do everything in your power to come home" Santana said. "Please" Her voice breaking. Brett's heart beats for Santana. He reached out and caressed her cheek. Santana placed her hand over his, "Please" she whispered again. Santana just wanted Brett to tell her that this is all a dream and he is never going to leave her. But she knows that it isn't the case, so right now she needs to hear him promise her.

"You are my everything, Santana. I will work my hardest to come home to you. I was actually talking to my General and he said if we capture the men, then I can come home after" Brett said. Santana gave him a sad smile, she needed him to say that. "What men?" she asked. "The men who captured me are still at large. The other group got close to capturing them but there was an error made. So now he needs me and my platoon to try again" Brett explained. "What error?" she asked. "The man who is my rank made a mistake that cost multiple people their lives," Brett said. Santana took a break and slowly nodded.

"So they died trying to get these men. So now you and your men need to try to get them again?" San asked, clarifying. Brett nodded. "The same men who tortured and shot you," she said. "Yes, they are very bad men and are a threat to national security," he said. Santana was already anxious over the fact that Brett is going to be deployed. Now she is hearing that he is being forced to go after the men that almost killed him. How in the hell was she supposed to just let him go?

"How can he do that? You can't go back there to go after them. What if they capture you again?" Santana asked. "Then they capture me and I fight like hell to get out, just like last time," Brett said as if it was obvious. "How can you be so calm about this? I am freaking out and you are as calm as a cucumber" she said. "I have gone through this multiple times. I guess I hide it pretty well. The only thing that is freaking me out is leaving you" he said. "I will be okay B. I have my own army here to support me. The only thing you need to worry about is getting home to me." San said. Brett smiled, "I love you baby" he whispered. "I love you too," she said before leaning up and kissing him.

*I hope you guys liked it! Please comment! I love seeing what you guys think. Stay safe!*

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