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.

Bravo team huddles in a quest for answers.

Chapter Eight

Sonny had long since come to the conclusion that the mythical Master Chief that Clay babbled about was a stuffed creature of some kind. He'd mentioned as much to Ray once the kid had conked out.

"Makes sense," Ray shrugged as he pushed a beer across the table, "Most kids have a favorite. Master Chief must be his."

"One of them transitional objects." Sonny snapped his fingers as he plopped into his own chair. The first time since the appearance of Baby Spenser that he'd been able to do that without a miniature shadow.

Trent shook his head, "How the hell do you know what that is?"

"How do you know he does?" Brock grinned around his beer. Sonny kicked him under the table, smirking at his wince.

"Don't wake the kid," Ray warned the three, eyeing each in turn. Sonny looked over his shoulder - Clay was motionless on his bunk, curled up in and under the blanket.

Sonny looked back at them as Jason spoke up for the first time, "Ellis thinks this might be some sort of 'self-discovery' quest, warping him back to a time with unresolved issues."

"The four year old has unresolved issues?" Brock raised both eyebrows. Trent leaned back in his chair, face scrunching up in displeasure.

Ray pursed his lips, "Not too odd." He tilted his head left, then right, "His parents split up when he was young right? That doesn't usually happen out of nowhere."

"And lord knows Spenser's got unresolved daddy issues," Trent blew out a breath, took a drag of his beer.

Sonny tapped his beer on the table a few times, "He ain't asked for his mama yet."

"I think I've learned more about Mama Spenser in the last two days than…" Ray trailed off, "Literally ever. He doesn't talk about her."

"And he's asked for his dad a few times," Sonny pointed with the neck of his beer.

Brock downed the last of his beer, stood up to get another from the cooler. He brought a round for the table.

"So," Jason looked up at the ceiling, "This could be about his mother."

Ray glanced at him, "If Ellis is right."

Jason grunted, stood, "What time is it in J-bad?"

"Morning, early," Sonny scrunched his eyes up, staring at Jason as the man walked over to his bag, "Why?"

"Fuller," Ray supplied, eyes widening as Jason snapped his fingers to point at him. "He was assigned to Spenser after Green Team."

"He was the last guy to join his team before Spenser retired," Jason brought his laptop over to the table.

Trent threw his arms wide, resting them on the back of the chairs beside him, "Why don't we just ask Seaver?"

"Fuller's son was born right after he got assigned to him." Jason looked at them, face angled.

"Plus," Ray tossed in, "Seaver still talks to Spenser. They're friends." Brock shook his head, smile pushing at his lips. Trent and Sonny exchanged a shrug.

"Worth a shot."

Jason logged in and immediately clicked over to his Skype, knowing every SEAL and soldier kept it open while deployed.

You know anything about Spenser's mother?

Beau's icon lit up with a green bubble almost immediately. It was several more moments before he responded.

Ash's ex-wife?
Some. Why?

Jason rolled his eyes. Debated with himself before typing.

Clay's tight lipped.

Beau was quicker this time.

For good reason.
Spenser didn't talk about her much. Kept a picture in his cage. Pretty.

Jason leaned back in his chair. Ray moved the laptop to read the screen.

"Good reason?" Ray lifted an eyebrow. Jason shrugged, pulled the computer back over.

Out with it, Fuller.

It was a long wait, staring at the three dots.

Clay's voice cut through the room like fire - a near shriek, "Sonny!"

All of Bravo jumped to their feet. Sonny nearly knocked his chair and his beer over getting to the bunk less than five feet behind him. Trent and Brock stayed tense, coiled up and ready to strike.

A simpering sob echoed off the metal and concrete as Clay smothered himself in Sonny's shirt. Ray waved the others down as he sat. There was nothing they could do.

"Nightmare," Ray mouthed to them, eyes still glued to the sight of the blond head in the crook of Sonny's neck.

For his part, Sonny didn't look nearly as panicked as Ray had the first time Jameelah had screamed for him. He rubbed circles on the boy's back and sat on the bed.

The blanket still remained tangled around Clay, one hand fisted in it and the other in Sonny's shirt. He cried earnestly, mumbling words the others couldn't hear from the table.

Jason tapped Ray on the shoulder, pushed the laptop over to him.

The one and only time Ash ever brought her up was when me and Monique were going through a rough patch. He asked a few pointed questions.
Way I took it, the former Mrs. Spenser drowned her loneliness in booze and men before moving on to harder stuff. Never got any specifics though. Just some odd advice I never needed.

Hard right, into plot! I loved the Beau/Jason rivalry, wish they'd bring him back for an episode or two. Anyone else?

Thanks for reading! Reviews Appreciated!