Disclaimer: see chapter one.
Notes: Sorry this took so long to get out, been having fun with my allergies for the last couple weeks...and I won't get started on the kids. Let's just say that I almost quite writing after a trying afternoon. Thank to all who read, favorited, and alerted this story. I may eventually sit down and try to make Jensen blush.
Nightmare was one word that could be used to describe the mission in Honduras. Cluster fuck was a far better description in Jensen's opinion. An opinion he expressed several times on the flight from the rally point in Honduras to Belize where they prepared for their C-130 back to the states. He was certain he'd said other things as well, but sitting on the hotel's bed staring at the blank screen of the television he couldn't recall much of what he'd prattled on about that had Roque in an even worse mood than the exhaustion and bullet wound had put him in.
Talking was his comfort and filler for the thoughts that would rest in his head if he didn't keep noise going. So, he yammered on despite Roque's mostly empty threats to cut out his tongue and shove it down his throat. His lips moved and voice came out despite the bullets flying by him as he ran. His mouth moved even faster when he felt sleep encroaching on him…if he didn't sleep, much, the nightmares would stay away. He talked to keep his mind from the stare he could feel coming from Cougar.
Sitting there staring at the blank TV screen, with no one to talk to and nothing left to go on about, Jensen found himself thinking; and he was thinking that teasing the quiet sniper had not been the best thing. Sure, it'd been fun to watch the pink hue form on the man's face…even turning his ears a pale shade of red once. But taking the time to reflect on the purposeful teasing, and Roque's reaction to the way he liked to enjoy his Oreos, he'd come to the conclusion that perhaps teasing the second deadliest member—only second deadliest because he couldn't quite decide if Roque or Clay should tie for first or be one and two—of the team was not his brightest idea. No matter how well the man wore the blush that would tinge his cheeks at Jensen's antics.
Jensen abruptly shook the thoughts from his head, deciding to instead grab a shower before heading down the lobby in search of something chocolate…preferably M&Ms or a Hershey bar, or may Oreos and milk.
Not ten minutes later Jensen was out the shower, his desire for chocolate stronger than that for a long hot shower, toweled off, and half dressed. Pulling the door open in his rush to find a clean shirt and head down stairs, Jensen stepped into the main sleeping area of the hotel room he and Cougar were sharing. He stopped short of his bed. Laying neatly in the center of it was a large Hershey bar, a package of Oreos, a small bag of M&Ms, and a few other chocolately treats, including chocolate covered cherries.
Leaning against the headboard of the other bed was Cougar, hat tipped down enough that Jensen couldn't see more than the man's chin…maybe a smidge of the tip of his nose, but nothing else. The one thing he was sure of was that Cougar was watching him.
"Thought you might want something snacky," Cougar said quietly, not moving from his position.
Slowly Jensen felt the heat of embarrassment creep through him, turning his face a pale shade of pink. He wanted to say that it was the gift of chocolate, or that the man he'd teased with the way he liked to consume his junk foods, but in the end he decided that it was the fact that he couldn't tell if Cougar were watching him or sleeping that did. Pushing the feeling down, he snatched up the Hershey bar.