A/N: To the lovely guest reviewer who asked on my other fic if I'd be continuing this one the answer is yes! I have lots of chapters in the editing stages right now. Please keep in mind as you read that I might be taking some liberties with how military stuff works. I do my best but I don't know everything. With that in mind, enjoy a little Lisa whump!

Smack! Smack! Smack! Lisa slammed her fists into the punching bag over and over, ignoring the protest of her sore muscles. She'd already done her run and lifted weights this morning, but with a little time before she needed to report in she'd decided to go a couple rounds with the bag as well. She didn't regularly participate in hand to hand combat, but a little practice never hurt.

"Looking good there Davis." She paused to find Clay watching her from the leg press, that mischievous grin on his face. He was about to say something sassy and she tried to keep from smiling back. She had a soft spot for the kid who was more puppy than man sometimes, not that she would ever let him know that. She trusted him with her life, but she also wouldn't put it past him to short sheet her bed or put salt in her coffee.

"Morning Clay." She swiped a hand across her brow and adjusted her feet ready for another round.

Trent was lifting across the room while Brock spotted him. There were a couple other guys and one other woman she knew from the support team, but other than that the gym was pretty empty.

"You take a class or something?" Clay asked, abandoning his workout to come talk to her.

"Or something," she said with a smirk, turning to go another round. When she stopped she was breathing hard and Clay was standing next to her with his arms folded across his chest, cocky smile still in place.

"You got something to say Spenser?" she asked.

"I'm just watching the master at work."

"Well it's a little creepy," she told him.

He chuckled. "You ever spar with a real human before?"

She rolled her eyes. "Clay I was sparring long before you ever got spun up for the first time."

"All right then. Come on," he held his arms out and backed up to an open space on the mat.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah I'm serious!"

Trent and Brock had stopped and were watching, both of them with half amused, half exasperated looks on their faces.

"What?" Clay asked with a grin. "Come on, I'll go easy on you."

"She's gonna wipe the floor with your ass Spenser," Trent said knowingly.

"I know she is," he said. "I want to see what she's got."

She shook her head. She shouldn't allow herself to be goaded like this, but it was good to occasionally remind the boys what she was made of. And she knew Spenser wouldn't hurt her.

She stripped off her gloves and stepped forward, raising her hands in front of her face. "That's right," Clay mimicked her position, bending his knees and leaning forward a bit. "Come at me Davis."

She swung and he blocked her easily so she went for a leg sweep but he danced back out of her reach. "You're looking like a ballerina there Spenser," she teased.

She jabbed again and he dodged once more and then struck out fast and furious, driving her toward the wall. This time she managed to hook a foot around his leg and send him to one knee. "Not bad Davis."

"Not bad yourself."

She held out a hand to help him up and the next thing she knew she was flat on her back. Clay grinned from where he stood over her. "Never trust an enemy Davis."

"Remember that the next time you're mysteriously short on ammo," she growled, pushing herself up. "Come on Spenser. You can do better than that."

He swung and she ducked, driving forward and landing a soft punch to his solar plexus. "Ow," he choked out. "Shit Davis."

"You know I have a mean right hook," she said, remembering what had happened six months ago in the bar.

"True," he told her. "Come on. One more round."

"You sure you're up for it?"

"Hell yeah."

What happened next was entirely her fault, but Clay would blame himself for a long time after. It was a minor lapse in concentration. There was a flash and a bang to her left and she stopped moving, startled.

She felt Clay's fist connect with her face and felt herself crash to the mat. There was a scuffle of feet as she tried to get her bearings. "Davis? Hey, Davis, look at me." It was Trent's voice and she tried to do what he asked, but only her right eye seemed to work. The left one throbbed and refused to open.

"Ow," she moaned, trying to sit up.

"No, no, no." Trent put a hand on her shoulder to keep her on the floor. "Just relax for a second."

Her right eye was focusing a little better and she could see Brock and Clay hovering over her as well. "Shit Davis. I'm so sorry," Clay said. His eyes were wide and he looked pale. Poor guy.

"It's okay," she said. "I'm fine."

"I want you to answer some questions for me," Trent said. "Do you know what year it is?"

"I don't have a fucking concussion Trent," she snapped. She could feel her eye swelling already and her pride seemed significantly wounded as well. What an idiot she was. Who got distracted while sparring with a Navy SEAL?

"What the hell?!"

Lisa closed her one good eye at the sound of Sonny's voice. Whatever reaction he was about to have, it wasn't going to be pleasant. "Davis!" She felt him drop to his knees beside her and then her grabbed her hand. "What the hell happened?"

"I—" Clay started and then seemed unable to say anything else.

"It was an accident Sonny," Lisa said.

"Did Clay punch you in the face?" He turned murderous eyes on Clay. "DID YOU PUNCH HER IN THE FACE?"

"Ow!" Lisa said as Trent probed at her aching cheekbone.

"I don't think anything's broken," Trent said. "But you're going to have some kind of shiner."

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU PUNCH HER IN THE FACE?" Sonny yelled.

"Sonny, it was an accident," Lisa said. "Please stop yelling."

"We were sparring," Clay said. "She looked away and it just happened."

"Something like that doesn't just fucking happen!"

"Sonny!" Lisa winced as she yelled. "Please. Just…drop it. Can I sit up now?"

"Yeah, come on."

Four sets of hands went under her shoulders and got her upright with far more coddling than necessary. "We need to get some ice on that," Trent said.

"I'll get it!" Clay was up and scrambling away before anyone else had a chance. Lisa couldn't blame him. When Sonny was pissed at you it was best to be as far away as possible.

"What's going on in here boys?"

Lisa squinted up and realized Jason and Ray had finally joined the party. Perfect. Just heap on the humiliation. Awesome.

"Everything's fine," Lisa said. "All good."

She pushed the guys away and got herself to her feet. She swayed slightly for a second, and felt Sonny's hand on her arm, but she shook him off. "I'm good. I'm fine."

She walked into the armory and found herself in Sonny's cage. She sank down into his hammock, gritting her teeth. She'd had black eyes before, but never one that was accompanied with so much embarrassment.

The whole situation was her fault. She'd let Clay goad her into competition and then done a lousy job at keeping up her end of it. She was an absolute idiot.

The door opened and Sonny came in, carrying something wrapped in a towel. "Here," he said gruffly, handing it to her. "Put that on there. It'll help with the swelling."

She grimaced as she pressed the ice against her face. "Thanks," she said.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked after a moment.

"Not really."

"Clay feels like shit."

"It's—"

"Not his fault? Yeah it is. He screwed up and he knows it. He owes you a case of beer to start. Maybe more. You're lucky he was pulling his punches a bit. If he'd gone full out he'd probably have broken something important."

"I let him talk me into it," Lisa said. "He didn't make me do anything."

"Doesn't matter."

"Sonny! Just drop it, all right?"

"Okay, all right." He folded his arms across his chest. "Feeling any better yet?"

She pulled the ice away. "Does it look any better?" she asked sarcastically.

"Um, you know I always think you look great."

She tried to roll her eyes and then realized how painful that might be and stopped. "Sorry. I'm just, really embarrassed."

"Hey, what do you mean embarrassed?" He sat down next to her, careful not to bump her in any way.

"I just did something incredibly stupid in front of the whole team."

"Eh, that's just a Thursday for some of us," he said with a shrug.

"It's different for me."

"No it's not." He put a hand on her knee. "We've all got nothing but respect for you. Trust me, if anything, this makes you more a part of the team than ever. Everybody's gotten their ass handed to them by one of us at some point. Sometimes by accident, usually on purpose. It's part of being in the family."

"I know you're trying to make me feel better, but honestly, it's not really working."

"No?"

"Nope."

"Hmm. Sorry. How about this? Tonight I'll make dinner. And then run you a nice bath."

"Now you're talking. Will there be wine?"

He grimaced which made her smile. Sonny was definitely not a wine kind of guy and she sort of love seeing him suffer through a glass on occasion. "Sure," he said. "There can be wine. But let's not make a habit of it."

"Deal."

He held out a hand and pulled her to her feet. "It feels like my face is the size of a basketball," she said.

"Let me see?" She let him pull the ice back and he grimaced. "Yeah, you're going to want to wear a lot of hats in the near future."

"Know anybody who'd let me borrow one?" she asked mischievously.

He grinned. "Maybe."

A/N: We're going to say that this happens before OCS for Lisa because I imagine that striking an officer, even by accident, probably wouldn't go over very well. Hope you liked! More on the way soon. Leave your love in the reviews!