A/N: So I am devastated and in denial and I don't care that they are broken up, they are GOING TO GET BACK TOGETHER AND IT WILL ALL BE FINE. Right? Right?! Ugh. Okay, that being said, it's Lisa's turn for some whump. For all intents and purposes you can assume that in this fic Savis is still going strong unless otherwise specified. Enjoy!
"I have never been more proud of you," Sonny said fervently.
Lisa rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"
"Graduating from OCS has nothing on this."
"I just punched a guy Sonny. It's no big deal."
"You punched him so hard he fell on the floor. And you broke your hand," he pointed out.
They were sitting in the hospital waiting room, Lisa holding an icepack to her injured fingers. "We don't know that it's broken," she pointed out.
"Trent said it was broken."
"Trent's not a doctor."
"You really think Trent doesn't know when somebody's hand is broke?"
Lisa lifted the ice-pack and winced when she looked down at her bruised and swollen knuckles. "Maybe it's just sprained."
"You can't even make a fist anymore. And your fingers look like sausages."
She smacked him with her good hand. "Thanks a lot!"
"Hey! There ain't no shame in that! You fought the good fight tonight. Took that asshole down about six pegs. He'll think twice the next time he wants to put his hands on some lady without her permission."
It had started out as a normal evening at the bar. The whole team was there to blow off some steam and have a good time. But tonight there were some new folks mixed in with the other regulars, including a guy who just wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Damn Davis, that guy's really taken a shine to you," Clay said, taking a sip of his beer as the civilian guy rejoined his friends across the room after making yet another pass at Lisa.
"Yeah apparently my no thank you's sound a lot like 'yes please come and bother me while I hang out with my friends,'" Lisa said.
"You want us to go talk to him?" Jason said.
"If by 'talk' you mean threaten to kill him and bury him where they'll never find the body, then no. I've got it thanks. I can take care of myself," she said wryly.
"Nobody doubts that," Ray said.
The guy had been by their table several times and had gotten progressively more flirty and overt despite Lisa's clear rebuffs and the glaring eyes of Bravo Team. She had to admit, the guy definitely had guts, coming by repeatedly while she sat at a table that was basically solid muscle. Or maybe he was just stupid. Either way she wasn't interested in anybody going to jail tonight.
"If he comes over here again I'm going to knock him into next week," Sonny growled low in her ear once everyone's attention had turned to Ray who was telling a story about something Jameelah had done that week.
Lisa shook her head. "It's fine Sonny."
"It is not fine. I don't like him making eyes at my girl."
Lisa smiled. "You jealous?"
"Yeah," he said as if it should be obvious. "You're my lady."
"I haven't forgotten."
"Well good. Cuz I ain't keen on sharing."
"Yes, you've made that very clear." She discreetly slipped her hand into his under the table and gave it a little squeeze. She could tell it was taking a lot of effort to hold his temper in check and she was proud of him. "I'm getting another beer. You want anything?"
"I'll get it," he said, starting to rise.
"No, no, you sit right there. Jason ran you all hard today. I'll be right back," she said.
She wandered to the bar and caught the bartender's attention. "Hey Frank, two more please?"
He nodded and turned to pour.
"Well it's about time you got over here."
Lisa turned to find the man from earlier standing extremely close to her. "You're so surrounded over there I thought I'd never get a minute alone with you," he said with a grin.
"And you still won't," Lisa said firmly. "I'm not interested."
"Not interested? But you haven't even given me a chance."
She glanced back at the bar but Frank had gotten distracted by a couple guys at the end and didn't have the drinks ready yet. She sighed. "I don't need to give you a chance and frankly, I don't want to. Have a good night."
She decided to abandon the beers and come back later after this bozo had called it a night or found someone else to bother.
"Babe, come on." Unfamiliar hands gripped her waist from behind. Without even thinking she turned and swung, her fist making a cracking sound as it found flesh and bone. The guy dropped like a rock. She had just a second to realize exactly what had happened and hear startled yells from the guys, the scrapes and squeaks of their chairs on the floor as they got to their feet, before white hot pain had her gasping and curling over, clutching her right wrist.
A hand touched her arm and she jerked away. "Hey, hey, it's just me," Sonny said quickly. "Lisa what the hell?"
"He grabbed me," she said, sucking in a breath as spots danced before her eyes. "Oh my god that hurts."
"Okay sit her down," Ray said.
Clay slid a chair underneath her and she was pressed into it as the guys all hovered around like a bunch of mother hens. She wanted to tell them to back off but all her energy was going into taking deep, gulping breaths so she didn't start crying. She couldn't even look at her hand, but she felt when Trent reached for it and had to bite back a yell. "Get her some ice," he ordered immediately.
"Is that guy okay?" Lisa asked, trying to see around them.
"Nobody cares if he's okay," Sonny growled.
"Well I don't really want be brought up on assault charges so I'd like to know," Lisa said, her good hand gripping the seat of the chair as Trent continued to move her fingers around.
"He's fine," Jason told her. "His buddies have got him. He's gonna have a hell of a black eye. That's some right hook ya got there Davis."
"Yeah remind me never to cross you in a dark alley," Clay said with a grin.
She sent him a weak smile in return. Brock handed Trent a bag of ice wrapped in a towel and he gently placed it on Lisa's hand. She gasped, her spine stiffening against the pain. "You want to call the police? Press charges?" Ray asked.
"No," Lisa said immediately. "No I just want to leave."
"You need to go to the hospital," Trent said.
"I'm sure it's fine," she said, desperate to get away from all the fuss and noise. "I'll just go home."
"You're going to the hospital," Jason said, in a tone that didn't allow for arguments.
"I'll take you," Sonny said.
And that was how they'd ended up in the emergency room at midnight on a Friday.
"Yep, definitely broken," the doctor declared. "See here and here? Hairline fractures."
"Perfect," Lisa moaned. She was absolutely exhausted and her hand was throbbing. All she wanted was to be home in bed.
"We're going to splint you up and get you something for the pain and then we'll send you home. You're going to have to take it easy for a few days, lots of ice and rest."
"I have work—"
"She'll be resting," Sonny said firmly. "I'll make sure of it."
It took another two hours before they were home and in bed. Sonny had gotten more ice for Lisa's hand and then settled in next to her, letting her lean into his chest. "How you doing champ?" he asked softly.
"Amazing," she mumbled, her eyes already half closed, sleepy from the strong pain medication they'd prescribed her and the events of the evening.
"I'm sorry I let this happen."
She frowned. "What do you mean, 'let this happen'? Nothing about this was your fault."
"No I know but, that doesn't stop me from wishing it hadn't happened. You just about jumped out of your skin when I touched your arm. You can't tell me that wasn't…violating on some level."
She settled deeper into his hold. "I'm all right," she told him. "It wasn't great. But I handled it. And I know you all have my back if I ever need it." She looked up at him. "I'm glad you came with me to the hospital."
"Couldn't very well let you drive there yourself," he said with a grin. "You should get some sleep."
"Roger that." She closed her eyes as he turned off the light.
He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Night Rocky."
"Night."
A/N: My favorite thing is that Lisa saved herself but then Sonny was there to make her feel all better. Tell me your favorite part in the reviews!