A/N: So to be honest, I wasn't sure I was going to write any more of these (there's only so much whumping possible, after all) but I got inspired, so here's another chapter. I'm not sure when to expect more.

xxxx

Honestly, even later, no one was exactly sure what happened, least of all Jensen. One minute, everything was going pretty much to plan, and the next…well, the next minute, everything went to hell in a handbasket.

The Losers were on the hunt for yet another warlord, this one in the former Soviet Union, who was starting to rile up trouble. The place they were stationed was a mess, crumbling buildings and live electric wires and broken water pipes scattered throughout the town.

"What the hell kind of warlord lives in a shithole like this?" Roque demanded, grimacing at the undeniable stench of human fecal matter that hung around the apartment they were in. They had all been thinking it, but Roque was the first to voice it.

"I don't know, maybe he likes fixer-uppers," Jensen supplied, setting up his laptop.

"Seriously?" Roque growled, glaring at the hacker. Jensen ignored him.

"Good thing I brought a few spare batteries," he muttered, fingering his computer. "I don't trust this electricity."

"I don't trust you," Roque mumbled. Jensen barked out a surprised laugh, and even Clay was smirking.

"Good one Roque," Pooch drawled. "Way to be intimidating."

Roque glared at Pooch and fingered his knife. Cougar looked up from where he was cleaning his gun and looked purposefully at Roque. Roque put his knife down.

"Okay, so I'm set up and into their security system. Talk about a piece of cake," Jensen said with a grin, popping his knuckles. "I'll get y'all in and out no problem."

"Great. Get some sleep; we move out in 5."

Five hours later, the slightly more rested men roused and set about getting ready.

"Okay, so Jensen hacks into the security system and then provides backup from this building. Cougar is on the roof to the east, Pooch is waiting across the street from the building and he's also providing backup, and Pooch and I go in to take Kushnir out. Questions?"

"Nope."

"Got it."

"Nada."

"Hell no."

"Okay. Then let's get this done, and get the hell out of here."

xxxx

Jensen was, frankly, a little bit bored. When he'd said their security system was a piece of cake, he had meant it. It had taken maybe ten minutes to get in and loop the feeds, and though he was supposed to be providing backup, so far he hadn't needed to. It was pretty lame, really.

And, to make things worse, it was starting to rain. He hated the rain.

"Damn it. Of course it's raining. I mean, how often does it rain in the Ukraine? It snows here, it doesn't rain. But no, I'm here, so of course it has to rain. Can't you give me a break, universe? I know I'm not the best person around, but come on!"

Once Jensen was done ranting, he sat still, gun held at the ready, praying for some stupid henchman to come into his line of vision.

"Come on, come on," he muttered. He could hear Cougar's rifle firing now, and shouts from inside the building, so he figured that Clay and Roque had gotten their job done. A minute later, and Jensen saw Clay run out, followed closely by Roque, followed closely by a bunch of angry looking soldiers.

"Yes," Jensen hissed, rifle cracking as he started firing in short bursts.

Suddenly, his comm. link made a loud crackling noise and Jensen hissed in pain, yanking it from his ear. It wasn't until he noticed that Clay had stumbled and his comm. had gotten wet that he realized the sound was that of a comm. link that was sparking out.

"Shit!" He groaned, standing up. Roque was yelling something and throwing Clay's arm up over his shoulder. Jensen wasn't sure what was going on, but even with Cougar providing cover fire, Roque was probably going to need help.

Firing a few more times, he ducked out of the window he was crouched in and ran into the street.

And then there was a flash of light and a jolt of pain and then black.

xxxx

Cougar was the only one who really saw anything. Clay went down hard from what looked like a shot to the shoulder, though if they were really unlucky, it could have nicked a lung. Roque was struggling to get Clay out, trying to heave the other man's body over his shoulder and only moderately succeeding. Cougar was about to go down to help when he spotted Jensen leaving the doorway.

Jensen stopped suddenly, and at first Cougar was confused. It took him a moment to realize that Jensen wasn't just stopping. He was suddenly stiff, his muscles seizing, his arms tight to his sides.

"Mierda," Cougar hissed as Jensen collapsed limply to the ground. Jensen was being electrocuted.

Cougar continued providing cover fire for both Jensen and Roque and Clay until there was a lapse in the flow of soldiers coming out, then bolted down the stairs of the rickety building he was in.

"Pooch!" He yelled, running toward Jensen. "Pooch!"

"What?" Pooch yelled back from across the street. "What the hell's wrong with the comms?"

"Help Clay!"

Pooch nodded and jumped out of the van, heading toward Clay, who was laying in a crumpled heap with Roque standing over him, firing at enemy combatants.

"Jensen!" Cougar yelled, nearing the hacker's still form. "J!"

He nearly stepped in the puddle that had been the cause of Jensen's electrocution before he stopped himself. He knew that he had to get the live wire out of the water before he could help Jensen, so he quickly found a wooden stick long enough to allow him to shove the wire away.

And then he knelt next to the hacker's still form. Utterly still form. There was no rise and fall of his chest, no twitch of movement other than the residual clenching of his muscles left over from the electrocution.

"Pooch!" Cougar screamed. "Pooch, hurry!"

Pooch looked up from where he had just deposited Clay in the back of the van, face screwed up in concern, then vaulted into the driver's seat.

Cougar laid Jensen out flat on the ground, feeling desperately for a pulse. Unable to find one at the hacker's neck, he leaned over the prone body and pressed his ear to Jensen's chest, praying to feel something, anything.

Nothing.

"Come on," Cougar muttered, starting chest compressions. "Pooch! Damn it!"

The van pulled up, finally, and Roque threw the back door open.

"What the hell is going on?" He barked, helping lift Jensen into the back. Cougar resumed compressions as soon as he was in the van, and Pooch drove away.

"Electrocuted," Cougar muttered, continuing CPR. "We need a defibrillator. Damn it!"

Clay was rousing slightly, heaving in broken gasps, clutching a bandage to his shoulder.

"The hell?" He murmured, watching with wide, slightly unfocused eyes as Cougar continued compressions.

"Sit back, Clay," Roque ordered. "Try to stop that bleeding. Pooch, how far are we from transport?"

"Ten minutes," Pooch answered, turning the wheel sharply.

"Not good enough," Roque answered, watching as Cougar leant over Jensen's chest again. The sniper swore with a trembling voice, then started again, pressing furiously.

"Let me," Roque said, moving to Jensen's side and trying to ignore how pale, how dead the other man looked.

"No," Cougar grunted, but the stress of the situation was clearly taking its toll.

"Help Clay. I've got this," Roque said. "That's an order, soldier."

Cougar numbly stopped, scooting out of the way and watching as Roque took over for him.

"Help Clay," Roque commanded. "Watch his breathing."

"Okay," Cougar said quietly, pressing on Clay's bandage. Clay grunted in pain, but Cougar didn't let up. Neither did Roque.

"How close?" He roared. Pooch's voice, when he answered, was high and tight, worried and anxious.

"Two minutes, max."

"Damn it," Roque said, looking at Jensen's face for the first time. The hacker's eyes were half way open, the pupils rolled back so that only the whites were showing. His hair was standing up straight, and his head jostled ever so slightly with every compression. "Shit! Come on, Jensen, damn it!"

"We're here," Pooch yelled, launching himself out of the van and toward the waiting transport helicopter.

"We need a medic!" He shouted. "We need a defibrillator! Right now!"

Someone came running out of the helicopter with an orange first aid kit, followed closely by two other men. The two men helped Clay into the helicopter while the one with the first aid kit climbed into the van.

"What happened?" He asked, cutting up Jensen's shirt with a pair of scissors.

"Electrocuted, " Roque answered. Cougar was still sitting numbly in the corner of the van, hands bloodied.

"Okay, stop compressions," the medic ordered, slapping sticky pads to Jensen's chest when Roque complied. He waited until the defibrillator was charged, then pressed the button that would administer the shock. Jensen's whole body jolted briefly, then fell still again. the medic pressed a finger to Jensen's neck, waited a moment, swore, then pressed the button again. Jensen jolted again.

"Got a pulse, but we've got to move," the medic said.

"Cougar, help us," Roque ordered, jolting the sniper out of his shock. They wrangled Jensen's limp form from the van and ran to the helicopter.

xxxx

"Clay's doing okay. Doctor said his shoulder won't have any long term damage," Pooch said.

"Awesome," Jensen replied.

There was a pause.

"You scared the hell out of Cougar," Pooch said, watching as Jensen picked at the jello on his tray.

"Yeah, well. Not like I meant to," he muttered, itching at the IV in his hand. "And I'm fine now."

"No, Jensen, you were dead, man. Like, not breathing, no heartbeat dead."

"Shit," Jensen said, eyes wide.

"Yeah. So if Cougar seems a little…clingy, don't give him a hard time."

Jensen looked up. "Clingy?" He whimpered.

Just then, Cougar burst into the hospital room, rambling in Spanish, then threw himself on Jensen, wrapping him in a hug.

"I'm fine, Cougs," Jensen gasped, struggling to breathe beneath the onslaught of Cougar's hug. "Really! I'm fine!"

Cougar let him up but kept up the scolding. Jensen looked desperately at Pooch, who smirked and waved before leaving the room and closing the door.