A/N: There's a smidge of bonus Clay whump in this chapter. Also if anybody wants to chat with me about the current state of Savis I am SO HERE FOR IT. Thrilled they are talking again, thrilled they definitely had break up sex, thrilled that Sonny thinks he's moving on and Lisa is clearly still all hung up. We are in a good place for many agonizing and wonderful plot lines! Now on with the reading!

"I swear, if you ever tell anybody about this I will deny it and then fucking kill you," Sonny growled, adjusting himself so that he was more flush against Clay's back.

"'m not telling anybody," Clay said, his words slurred.

Sonny was shivering violently, but Clay wasn't shivering at all anymore and that's what really terrified him. They'd been out here almost twelve hours, Clay soaking wet for half of that time from a fall into the river, which was why he was way worse off than Sonny right now.

He'd done what all the handbooks said: he'd stripped them both to their boxers and bundled them up inside a sleeping bag as best he could, spooning Clay to his front, wincing as he'd felt exactly how cold his brother become.

Sonny could no longer feel his feet, his fingers, or his nose and he didn't imagine Clay could feel much of anything at all. He'd done his best to make some shelter as night fell, but a fire wouldn't stay lit with the wind that howled around their little makeshift lean-to and any sort of warm pack they'd had with them had long since ceased working.

To hell with snow. And ice. And freaking freezing temperatures. He'd have given anything to be back in the sandpit that was Jalalabad right now. Sure, maybe there were snipers and terrorists, but at least those things you could fight back. He couldn't do anything about the icy chill that covered both of them.

They weren't getting any help until morning at the earliest, not with these winds and temps, and Sonny was starting to get a little worried that they might not make it that long.

"Talk to me," he growled in Clay's ear. "Don't go to sleep."

"'m tired," Clay moaned. "Hurts."

"Yeah, I know," Sonny said. "Man the hell up. Tell me about one of those stupid books you read or what you and Stella did last weekend. Keep it PG-13 please," he added quickly.

"Books…aren't…stupid," Clay mumbled.

"Yeah, good get mad," Sonny directed, jostling him a little in an attempt to keep him awake. "Tell me how not stupid they are."

"Tired," Clay said again and Sonny felt him go limp.

Sonny was tired himself. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open, but he had to. He had to save both of them. There was no other option.

"Clay," he growled, pinching the man's arm.

There was no response. Sonny could feel him breathing, shallow, slow, but it was there. "Clay come on, you can tell me about the R rated stuff if you want," he tried again to no avail.

He tried to keep his eyes open, he really did, but he must have fallen asleep because at some point he opened his eyes to daylight and found Jason standing over him. "Nice of you to finally show up," Sonny ground out between lips that only half worked.

Ray and Brock grabbed his arms and hauled him up. Trent was talking about slow warming and hypothermia and frostbite as they wrapped him in a blanket and got him onto a snowmobile. He caught a glimpse of Clay and felt panic spiral through him; the kid was practically blue. "Is he breathing?" Sonny croaked.

"He's all right," Trent said, but he was working fast and he looked scared. Trent never looked scared.

"I tried to keep him awake," Sonny said, eyes swinging wildly between his teammates.

"You did good Son," Ray said. "We're gonna get you both home. Come on now."

He must have passed out because the next time he woke up all he could feel was incredible pain in his extremities and he wanted it to stop immediately.

"No, no, hey Sonny, no." Someone's hands trapped his. He managed to pry his eyes open and find Lisa, gripping both his wrists. "Hey popsicle," she said with a worried smile.

Sonny's mind was working hard, trying to catch up. "Clay? Is he—?"

"He's all right. Also a popsicle. They had to be pretty careful warming him up, but you'll both keep all your fingers and toes. You did good babe."

Thank god. The panic began to drain away leaving behind weariness. He was getting too old for this shit. "You okay?" Lisa asked, brushing a hand tenderly across his forehead.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah I'm all right."

"I'd really like you to explain how you and Clay managed to get separated from the rest of the team in the middle of a freak blizzard," she said. "I mean, I know how it happened, Clay was there, you were there, that's a recipe for disaster all on its own. But some details would be good."

"Yeah, well, Glinda the Good Witch took a tumble and somebody had to go get him," Sonny said, shifting against the pillows, wincing at the stabbing pain in his toes and fingers. "Couldn't see more than two feet in front of us and then Clay went for a swim and ended up getting both radios wet. I'm guessing you're the reason Jason found us?"

"Well I couldn't leave you out there to freeze to death," she said. "That's not a tragic backstory I'm interested in having. But I need you to tell me the truth." She took a breath, her face serious, but Sonny spotted a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Is it true that you were you spooning Clay and do you like him more than me now?"

Sonny rolled his eyes. "We were sharing body heat. It was for survival purposes only. Trust me when I say I don't know how Stella stands it. Guy's nothing but rock hard muscles and elbows. And he kicks in his sleep."

"Well thank goodness for that," Lisa said with a smile. "Thought maybe I had some competition for your affections."

"Nah," Sonny said. "Clay's too much trouble. I've never had to bail your ass out of a firefight or carry your unconscious body eight miles out of the woods."

"True."

"When uh, when are you springing me out of here?" he asked. He hated hospitals. They were cesspools of germs and disease.

"Not until you get all the feeling back everywhere. And you test negative for pneumonia," she told him firmly.

"Davis come on."

"Come on nothing. We're not pulling another stunt like you did after Cambodia. You're staying here until the doctor says you can leave."

Damn it. He was never going to live down Cambodia. You pass out in a bar and have to have emergency surgery one time and nobody ever lets you forget it. "What am I going to do with you?" Lisa asked.

"It's just part of the job Lis," he said.

"It's part of the job to expect danger and counter it when it comes. It's not part of the job to repeatedly hurl yourself into it on purpose and hope for the best."

"Tell that to Clay. He's the one who fell down an icy ravine into a river and destroyed both of our radios in the process."

"I don't think you and Clay are allowed to play together anymore."

"That seems fair."

"And no more snow adventures Elsa. Warm climates only."

"Done."

"Good."

"But for the record, I am clearly an Anna. Clay's got all that hair. He's Elsa. Jameelah went through a phase," he said when she raised her eyebrows at him.

"Uh huh. Jameelah."

"It was a long phase."

"Right."

"Let it go Davis."

A/N: I couldn't help the Frozen references. New movie is SO GOOD. Leave your love in the reviews!