A/N: This two shot goes out to Smarley, who suggested 'some sort of boat/water incident.' Thanks for the inspiration! Also, as much as I'm trying to focus on other writing, the Losers keep pulling me back in, dang it. Anyway, enjoy!

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They're on a boat.

Jensen seems to find it amusing despite the fact that they're captive on it, and he's been driving their enemies (and Cougar) crazy, singing some song about it.

"I'm on a boat. I'm on a boat. Everybody look at me, 'cause I'm sailing on a boat…"

It must be funny, because Pooch is chuckling, and even Clay cracks a smile at it. Cougar doesn't get it, but he often doesn't get what Jensen's talking about.

Anyway, when it happens, it happens quickly and brutally- one minute, they're all sitting there, hands zip-tied behind their backs, Clay with a blood trickling down his face from a cut over his eye. Cougar's been working at his ties and though he can feel the blood leaking from his wrists and it hurts like hell, he's almost gotten his hands worked out. Finally, his hands are free, and he's about to make a move, body tensed and ready to spring-

-when Jensen beats him to the punch, launching to his feet with a shout of anger-

The gunshot rings out loud and clear, and for a second nothing happens. Then Jensen stumbles backward, red seeping out of a wound on one of his thighs, and then he hits the railing, and then he's gone.

Clay and Pooch are yelling and Aisha is screaming at the sons of bitches and all Cougar can think is Jensen, Jensen, Jensen, and then, before he can really think about what he's doing, he's over the side of the boat and taking sure, strong strokes towards his floundering friend.

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Jensen's head keeps slipping under the water, and it's all Cougar can see. He doesn't care about the boat that's still floating away, even forgets about his other friends still in danger on board, because Jensen is splashing and flailing, but his head keeps going under.

Cougar wants to shout at him to hang on, to just last a little longer, but he's too focused on swimming, and Jensen's head slips under again. Cougar screams in his head, nearly chokes on some water as he pushes himself even faster, and his pulse continues racing even after Jensen's blond spikes resurface.

"I got you," Cougar says, slipping his arms under Jensen's and flipping onto his back. He supports Jensen, cups one hand on his friend's pale cheek.

"Cougs?" Jensen murmurs. "Can't see shit."

Cougar chuckles under his breath. Figures that Jensen's first complaint would be his missing glasses.

"There is nothing to see," Cougar answers. Jensen tenses suddenly, his breath hitching, and Cougar remembers that he's got an open wound that is no doubt painful and also leaking a dangerous amount of blood.

"Can you keep yourself up?" He asks. Jensen nods slowly. "Just for a few seconds."

"Yeah," Jensen breathes, his voice tight.

"Good," Cougar says. He releases Jensen and treads water while wrangling his shirt off. He glances at Jensen, who is floating on his back, face pinched with pain, but still above water. Swiftly, Cougar tears the shirt in half, frowning at how makeshift it is, but it's better than nothing.

"This will hurt," he says. Jensen just groans this time, continues weakly treading water. Cougar swims next to his leg, winces at the wound and how painful it must be with the salt water.

"You must use your arms," Cougar says. "I will be quick."

Jensen continues paddling with his arms, a bit stronger this time, as Cougar slips the shirt around his leg, then pulls tight.

Jensen screams, a sound cut off by choking and spluttering as he stops paddling and throws his head back in agony. Cougar finishes tying the bandage as quickly as he can before swimming behind Jensen again, holding the gasping form to his chest.

"Breathe, J," he says, rubbing at Jensen's chest. Jensen nods weakly as his breathing evens out.

Cougar has no idea how long they'll be out here. The others could be dead already. He has no idea how long he can last, how long Jensen can last. But, there's nothing he can do about that, so he finally decides to focus on treading water, on keeping Jensen's face out of the water for as long as he possibly can.

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Time passes slowly. The sun is beating down on them but the water is starting to seem worryingly cold, and Jensen is silent and shivering in Cougar's hold, barely even moving anymore.

"Stay with me, J," Cougar says, but he's starting to tire, and the cold is seeping into his bones, and maybe this is a tiny bit like what dying feels like, just cold and numb and then drifting off…

"J. Come on."

Jensen doesn't respond, his head suddenly heavy against Cougar's chest. Cougar can't tell if he's breathing anymore, has no way of checking short of stopping his treading movements. He can't do that.

So Cougar clutches Jensen's maybe-dead body and murmurs a prayer.

He isn't sure if he's praying more to God or to Clay to hurry his ass up.

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When Clay finally comes, Cougar is beyond tired, his muscles cramping and his body sore and Jensen still and pale.

"You dumbass," Pooch says as he helps settle Cougar in the corner, tucking a blanket around his shoulders. "You could have died."

But he isn't mad, not really. He's scared. Hi emotions have been more open since becoming a father, more apparent.

"Couldn't leave J," Cougar answers.

"I know," Pooch says. "You can relax now, though. Clay's taking care of him."

Cougar looks over at Jensen's still form, then back at Pooch before smiling crookedly.

"What?" Pooch asks.

"It is stuck in my head."

"What is?"

"Everybody look at me, 'cause I'm sailing on a boat."