AN: Slowly working my way through this hiatus...

Thanks for the commets/favs/follows so far! Here is the final part for "Blind Faith". Hope you enjoy!

3: Blind Faith (Part 4)

It took all of Brock's energy to stay awake. His body was protesting all it had been put through, pains he was able to ignore before now coming back to the forefront. His head was swimming and he was sure that his vision was getting worse. The pounding in his head definitely was. He leaned on his training, but as time dragged by, even that was getting harder and harder to do.

From what he gathered, he was being held in some kind of basement on what was likely the hostiles home base. They didn't bother blindfolding his eyes as he were forced to walk through the frozen, German terrain, didn't stop him from looking at their faces or hearing their names.

Brock knew this was a bad sign.

When they arrived at the building, the two goons took him to the basement and Kasey vanished from his sight.

That was also a bad sign.

He was tied to a chair, arms secured behind the metal with rope. He was stripped of his gear, shirt and shoes, leaving him in his pants in the cold room.

He had to find Kasey?...She wasn't in the room, so she was being held somewhere else. He just had to get out of this chair first, find her, and try to reach his team.

"I can tell that you are thinking of escape, Mr. Soldier." Says the small man from before. Had he been there this whole time? "But I must advise against that."

Brock didn't reply, kept his expressions neutral.

"The girl will fetch a pretty price, don't worry about her. Ah, Americans, so expensive. Well worth my troubles." He chuckles, walks over to another table Reynolds couldn't see. "But you, my friend, I have other plans for."

Bravo Five let out a shaky breath. Turned and faced the front of the room. And prayed that his brothers would come soon.


After commandeering a vehicle from the resort, Bravo Team followed Davis' directions towards the compound. When they got as far as they could with the vehicle, Bravo got out and searched first for the van. It wasn't easy with the amount of snow that continued to fall around them, but Cerberus was able to catch a scent of either Brock or Kasey and led the team to the hidden van.

The subsequent walk through the German mountainside was anything but easy, but by following the dog's direction, who constantly pulled at Trent's belt to go faster, they arrived at the compound in just over an hours' time.

"It ain't as big as I thought it'd be." Sonny says as he takes up a watch position.

"Big enough. We don't know where they're keeping them." Clay counters. "And there's a lot of arms hostiles at all the entrances I see."

"Bravo One to HAVOC base. Do you see an entrance will less resistance?"

"HAVOC to One, that's a negative. All entrances have at least two armed fighters." Comes Blackburn's reply. "But be advise that the Germans have been after this group for years. I was just notified Bravo has 15 mikes before their airstrike takes that compound out for good."

Six strings of expletives followed soon after hearing that information.

"How're we suppose to clear that building in fifteen minutes?"

Jason looks at his men, all who are eager to get inside and find their brother. "Quick and dirty. Send the hair missile, he'll lead us right to 'em."

"Rogers that."

Ray and Clay line up their shots, ready to take out the men at the front door on Jason's word. Once that order was given and the hostiles hit the ground, Trent and Cerberus run for the door, Bravo Four's weapon raised as he and the dog take point.

Bravo Team quickly cleared the entrance and each room they passed, took out each hostile who tried to slow them down. Cerberus took a hard left, his barks get louder and sharper. He soon stops in front of a wooden door, paws at it to signal the SEALs that there was something important behind it.

Trent looks over his shoulder. "Sonny!"

Quinn appears seconds later with a shotgun, the locks blasts away, and soon the men are in the room, clearing it and looking for Brock.

Instead they find Kasey Scott, curled in on herself. She screams at the sight of the men, but once they identify themselves, she calms slightly.

"Trent! She's in bad shape!" says Ray as he gives her a once over. She was freezing, her lips a tint of blue, and Perry was certain that she had internal injuries by the way she was folding herself together.

"We can't check her here! Take Kairos and Sonny, get to exfil. We'll look for Brock!" Jason tells his Second.

"Copy!"

The men go their separate ways as Jason, Trent and Clay continue their search for Bravo Five with Cerberus leading the way towards his human.

After clearing the rest of the floor, Cerberus takes the men down to what appears to be a basement. He stops just short of a steel door, laying down with a low whine.

Clay steps forward and places a charge on the door while Trent and Jason get ready. Bravo Four unclips Cerberus from his belt, holds him back until the door blasts open.

Trent lets go of Cerberus' harness.

The hair missile dives through the smoke, the scent of his human strong. He grabs hold of the small man's arm, the one that was approaching his human, and clamps down tight with his powerful jaws.

The man screams out of surprise and pain, tries to stab the dog to get free. Before he could bring the blade down, Clay shoots his hand and it clatters away out of reach.

Trent calls Cerberus off, and once the dog is out of the line of fire, Bravos One, Four and Six take out the last remaining hostile with a hail of bullets.

"HAVOC base to all call signs. You have less than five mikes til the airstrike lands." Commander Blackburn says. "Have you located Bravo Five and the package?"

"Bravo One to HAVOC base, I read good copy. Bravos Two, Three and Seven are with the package and heading for exfil. Stand by for further information." Jason says. He can't see through the smoke, waves his hand to try to clear some of it back. C'mon… c'mon…

After taking a couple steps forward, he sees Cerberus nudging Brock's hand with his head. Jason looks at Trent who is using cutters to remove the blood stained cuffs from Brock's wrists and ankles. Six, after making sure the target was dead, assisted Bravo Four in getting Bravo Five ready to move.

"He-y bubba… hey." Brock mutters as he feels Cerberus licking his hand. He desperately wants to reach out and let the canine know that he's right there, but his limbs don't seem to be working right now. Bravo Five lifts his head as far as he can manage, which isn't very far, so he can look at his brothers as he says, "T-took ya long 'nough." Cough, cough.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. German traffic is awful." Clay says trying to lighten the tense mood.

"It's damn good to see you, Brock." Jason wants to fall over with relief as the words leave his mouth but doesn't. Not yet. "Trent?"

Four shakes his head after taking a couple seconds to give Five a once over. "We gotta go." Which is another way of saying shit was bad.

"Spenser, get Cerb, take point. Trent, you got Brock?" he knows the answer even before he sees Trent who is already hoisting his brother over his shoulders while also trying to be wary of his injuries. He mutters apologies over and over, unsure if Brock can even hear his words. "Bravo One to HAVOC base, we've got Bravo Five and are heading for exfil. I say again, we're moving out."

"Haul tail, Bravo One. Less than two mikes til impact."

Not helping, Eric. Jason watches his brothers six as Clay and Cerberus lead them out of the doomed building. Soon they are out in the open, heading for exfil that was waiting for them in a nearby clearing, when the building explodes and lights up the night German sky.

Ray and Sonny are reaching for Brock, taking him from Trent once they arrived at the chopper. Everyone else files in. As soon as Jason gave the 'okay' signal, the chopper lifts off and heads for the base.

"Talk to me Trent! How's he doing?" Jason asks as he watches the team medic work. "Trent!"

The only reply he gets is, "shitshitshitshit" over and over as Bravo Four takes a closer look at Five's injuries.

"…deep cuts, electrical burns on his chest and arms. Head trauma… fractured ribs… looks like he's been waterboarded, his breathing is ragged and wet. I'm worried about hypothermia." Rambles the medic. "Help me get his clothes off. Shit… internal injuries, his abdomen is hard."

"What's that mean?!"

Trent doesn't know who asks that question, can't bring himself to look at his brothers as he answers. "It means if he doesn't get into surgery within the next ten minutes, he won't make it."


The hours ticked by. The day changed from one to the next. Morning came, and with it slightly warmer temperatures.

But they were still cold.

Bravo Team was strewn about the waiting room of the medical building as morning gave way to afternoon, all cleaned up and debriefed of the mission. Clay had his bullet wound cleaned, stitched and bandaged, which left him with a limp. But he didn't complain. How could he when Brock was fighting for his life?

Commander Blackburn had only asked them to wash up and debrief, knowing the men were worn out after everything they had been though and would refuse to go anywhere but the waiting room. It was Davis who made sure they had extra jackets, made all of them eat half a sandwich, and drink a bottle of Gatorade and water, each.

That is, all except Trent.

The medic wasn't in on the surgery, but he didn't come out to the waiting room either. He wasn't going to leave Brock, not when he needed him the most. Reluctantly, the doctors allowed the SEAL to remain in the viewing room while they worked on the numerous wounds inflicted on Bravo Five.

This was over twelve hours ago.

When Trent finally walked through the double doors that separated the rest of Bravo Team from Four and Five, he was a sight to behold, for many reasons.

Dried blood ran down his clothes, having refused to change the many times nurses offered. He was pushing an IV pole, as he had the drip attached to his right arm. He looked worn out, but then again, so did everyone else. He just looked worse.

Jason is the first one to reach his side, followed closely by the rest of Bravo. "The hell, Trent!"

"I'm fine." The medic says flatly at Jason's outburst. Someone ushers him to a nearby chair, which he gladly takes. Knowing that his brothers want an update on Brock, he adds, "He's alive. Lost him three times on the table... but he's alive. They, uh, had to put him in a coma so the swelling could go down in his brain. Should be settling in the ICU soon."

"Swelling?"

Trent nods, then tells them just how bad Five's injuries were.

The explosion caused a tear in his spleen, it bled freely into his abdomen for hours, which is why his stomach was hard during exfil. The one-story fall, coupled with the force of the blast, caused him to fracture his right leg. The constant jolting and walking on it caused the break to widen. Brock was waterboarded, had water in his lungs that worried the doctors as they tried to get him intubated. He also had deep cuts and electrical burns on his chest and arms, and the doctors were fighting to keep hypothermia at bay.

And while all of that was bad, they were really worried about his head wound.

"The blast was pretty strong, from what Spenser and I saw from the third floor, so it easily could have knocked his helmet off. He probably hit his head when he fell though the floor, and god knows how many other times while those bastards had him." Trent leans forward, pauses when he sees the dried blood on his hand. "The next 48 hours will tell us more. Now it's just up to him."

Jason sighs, trying to take in this new information. Five was being cared for, so he now turns his worries to Four. "Why the IV?" his tone left no room for Trent to lie or brush the reason under the rug. To be honest, Trent didn't have the energy to lie.

"I passed out in the viewing room. Dehydrated." That's all he says.

Hayes clasps his hands behind his neck, turns to Bravo. "Okay, guys, we've been going on little to no sleep the last few days. Everyone go to the barracks, sleep. We'll take shifts by Brock's side."

"I'll go first." Sonny steps forward, looks Jason in his eyes. "Cerberus warned us. I should'a pulled him outta there. I should'a—"

"Sure." Jason places a hand on Bravo Three's shoulder. "Just… don't beat yourself up over this."

As if on cue, a nurse appears in the doorway, ready to usher the member of Bravo who was going to wait with Five. With a nod to the rest of the team, Sonny follows the nurse to Brock's room, mentally preparing himself for the sight of his brother.


They wanted to take six-hour shifts, but Blackburn forced Bravo down to three and ordered them to eat and sleep—not just rest—in between watching over Brock.

Sonny was on his third shift—hour 38—when Cerberus was finally allowed into Brock's room. The doctors were against it at first; they didn't want the dog to mess with all of the machines that Reynolds was hooked up to, but after being convinced the hair missile would do more healing than harm for Bravo Five, they allowed him to stay.

And stay he did. After sniffing Brock's prone hand, Cerberus lay down at the side of the bed, next to the chair that members of Bravo occupied during their watch.

It was during hour 47—Jason's third shift—when Cerberus perked up, turning his head towards the bed. Hayes noticed this, looked from the dog to his brother and was quickly on his feet.

Brock's narrow eyes were searching the room, filling with panic. Jason is by his side in a second flat, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. "Easy, Brock, take it easy. Calm down."

But the heart monitor continued to speed up.

Cerberus, realizing that his human needed him, placed his front paws on the bed and nudged Brock's arm with his snout. Jason gently moved Five's hand, so it was laying atop Cerb's head, and as soon as the connection was made, Brock began to calm down.

"We're all here for you, man. Just try'n relax."

Seconds pass before Brock tries to talk, but he soon realizes that something is preventing him from doing so, recognizes the cause. He takes his gaze off Cerberus and turns to his team leader. His eyes ask, 'how bad?', knowing that Hayes won't lie to him, not about this.

Jason feels a pang of pain in his chest, looking at his brother in the hospital bed. "It's… bad. But you'll get through it. Okay? We're here for you."

Brock goes to nod, quickly changes his mind. Instead, he makes a small motion with the hand that isn't still on Cerb's head. Jason sees this and grabs a whiteboard and marker from a nearby table. Unfortunately, Trent suggested it. Members of Bravo had been in the hospital plenty of times—had been intubated more than enough—to know that when you first wake up, you want to say a lot, but the tube down your throat prevents you from doing so.

Jason held the board as Brock wrote one word—'girl'.

Jason can't help but smile. Even laid up, tube down his throat and facing a long road to recovery, his man is still thinking about the American they were sent to rescue.

"With time, she'll heal. Thanks to you." Jason hadn't talked to Kasey Scott, but from what Blackburn said after Mandy talked to her when she first woke up, she's only alive because of Brock. "I'll go get the doc, let the others know. Leave you two alone for a bit."

Cerberus slides as close as he can to Brock, who is slowly falling back into unconsciousness.

AN: Okay, so here's the deal. I started to write the torture scenes, but I felt I was pushing a M rating with how descriptive I was being. So, I removed Brock's (and Kasey's) whump/torture from this collection, started to rewrite it, and will post it on its own, should you all want to read it.

Next up I have an episode tag that is really the main reason why I got back into writing FF, then I have a one-shot that is basically a whumpfest for half of Bravo. Any guesses as to which three?

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Until next time. :)