Sonny'd had a bad feeling before they entered the damn cave network - add in a creepy tunnel that dead ends at some old statue? Asking for trouble. And Spenser just had to go and touch the damn thing.

Rated T. Age regression/de-aging. Kid fic.

A little bit of Jason's perspective.

Chapter Four

"His scars are gone," Jason narrowed his eyes. Beside him Blackburn took a step closer to the glass, squinting at the spot on Clay's shoulder where a bullet had grazed him a few months back.

The kid didn't have a spot on him. No tattoos either. Just creamy white skin and a few freckles. It was jarring.

"I guess we can rule out the 'shrinking' theory," Mandy grumbled out, her fingers typing swiftly on her phone. Her first two leads had already deadended and her last hope was an agent embedded in a radical monestary - a combination of words Jason did not want to comprehend.

Sonny's jaw twitched when the doc tested Clay's reflexes with a tiny hammer. Jason raised an eyebrow at the reaction. The kid barely flinched.

"He's remarkably adept at controlling his emotions," Dr. Kruger pointed towards Clay, "He's scared out of his mind, but he's calm." The kid was gripping the table with white knuckles and he kept glancing toward Sonny, as if checking he was still there.

Jason glanced at the psychiatrist, eyes narrowed, "Meaning?"

"I don't know," Kruger tilted her head.

She remained quiet as they all watched Spenser answer the doc's questions. He was reading from a template that Kruger had given him, but he wasn't wired up.

"Why does he trust Sonny?" Kruger looked at Jason, "It isn't just because he was first on scene - a four-year-old, one with that much self-awareness, is going to have a reason for trusting someone. Especially in this situation."

Ellis's head popped up from her phone, "You think his emotional state might be connect to what happened?"

"I think his emotional state is fragile and we have no idea what to expect." Kruger frowned as Clay sought refuge in Sonny's arms again. "A child his age should be screaming, panicking. He's reacting as if he's overstimulated."

Blackburn tapped Jason on the shoulder, nodded his head towards the door. The two men passed the doc as he came in to discuss with Kruger.

Jason was perfectly fine ignoring whatever pointless conversation they were about to have. He'd get their bottom line later.

"Captain wants this contained to Bravo." Blackburn crossed his arms as he stopped in the hallway. "No one outside the support from the mission and the docs know what's happened."

"I know that, why are you saying it?" Jason raised a hand to his face as Blackburn raised an eyebrow, "They want the kid confined to base?" Blackburn nodded. "The kid who won't go a foot away from Sonny and looks at everyone like they're about to kidnap him."

"From his perspective," Blackburn shrugged, "We already have."

Well, wasn't that just great.

"Supports been kept on the tarmac, released to baracks as their debriefed and informed of the need for continued silence."

Jason paced the hallway, "What about Spenser?" When Blackburn squinted Jason clarified, "His dad."

"Ash?" Blackburn raised an eyebrow, lips twirking up into a sardonic smile, "You think anyone in command will actually go for that? The captain?"

"He's Clay's father, a SEAL," Jason threw his arms out, "Could at least get the kid to trust us, maybe help us figure out what happened."

Blackburn sighed, "Worth a shot, I suppose." He pointed a finger at Jason, "Bravo still stays in barracks. Your whole team is quarantined till further notice."

Jason's jaw locked, but he agreed. Technically, all of Bravo could have been exposed to whatever transformed Clay. Transported? Time traveled?

His head hurt, this was not covered in Green Team training.

When Jason walked into the quarantine barracks it was to a room of dower men.

Ray was sitting off to the side, phone above his head and a fake smile plastered on his face. Jameelah's voice, not Naima's was reverberating from the speakers.

Brock was passed out on his bunk, Cerberus snuggled into his side. He hadn't slept on the plane and Jason gave an approving nod as he passed the two.

Trent was attempting to set up the TV that Davis had likely snuck in for them.

"Sawyer," Jason called out as he did a double-take of the room, "Where's Sonny and Clay?"

Trent's head popped up, swiveled around, "Haven't seen him. Doc finished with the kid already?"

"Finished ain't the right word," Jason's hand moved to his forehead. Sonny had basically stalked from that exam room. "You know Sonny and doctors."

"Don't disagree with him," Trent grinned to himself as he connected a wire. The tv screen buzzed to life.

As if the day hadn't already looked like a long one, their HVT was on the news. And Ash Spenser's talking head was grinning at some blonde anchor in a red dress.

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