A.N.: Congratz, you have all just officially pushed the lazy author to write the next chapter. Level up!

There weren't blood. Yet the energy was fading from his eyes. His hand was pressed against his side as he struggled against the blood lost.

"Come on, the ambulance is coming soon. Just hold on." Wolf's voice sounded strain even to his ears. Worried and anguish laced his tone, "Just a little bit more. Hang on."

The male lying in his arms cracked a small smile though it was strained and appeared more of a grimace, "Never know you love me so much, Wolf."

"Shut it, Coyote." Wolf said, gripping the young man's shoulder tighter, "It's going to be alright. The ambulance is coming. Everything will be fine. The doctors will fix you. And I will kill Fox for bringing us on this mission. So hold on until then, alright?"

"You…sound so…sen..timental." Coyote chuckled then coughed. No blood came out. And Wolf dreaded the worst.

"Okay, I am sentimental. Now will you please just shut up and stay still?" Wolf almost snapped in his worry.

"Can't." Coyote had a look of amusement on his face, "Have…to..say…s-some..thing…cringy…"

"Oh, fu-goddammit!" Wolf almost swear, "Stop being a Coyote to the end."

"But…I am a…Coyote." Coyote grinned slightly, "Don't…dying…people al-always…say…something cringy a-and cheesy as…their...last breath?"

"Just shut it, Coyote," Wolf growled though there was no real anger behind it.

Wolf cursed. He cursed everything. MI6. SAS. Fox. The late ambulance. And lastly, the useless him. He couldn't do anything as Coyote slipped away. His body became colder, colder and colder still. The light slowly fading. Fading…Fading into nothing…

Wolf woke with a gasp, his heart still hammering in his chest, his arms shaking and his eyes filled with unshed tears. What's wrong with me? Wolf sat up and to his relieve, none of the rest of his unit was awake. He placed his hand on his chest, right above his heart. He could feel the loud beating of his heart. He had never felt so helpless and hopeless in his whole entire life. It was just a dream. Yet everything felt so real. Where were they? And why was he feeling so worried and anguished as he held Coyote? Why was he holding Coyote in the first place? He felt so confused yet his heart was still gripped by fear. And as he stay stilled for a moment, he realized that it was fear of losing Coyote.

Wolf led out a single low murmured swear word before swinging his legs over the side of the bunk, knowing that there was no way he was going to sleep for a while. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he turned toward Coyote's bunk, reassuring himself, or more likely his racing heart, that Coyote was safe. His heart seemed to be the opposite of his mind after the dream. He disliked Coyote yet he did not understand why he was feeling so hopeless in the dream at the death of Coyote. Because he is part of the unit. A voice said inside his head. It was just a stupid dream. He told himself. Nothing more than a stupid dream. Yet he had to reassure his heart again that Coyote was there, sleeping in his bunk and-

Wolf narrowed his eyes as he scanned Coyote's empty bunk. Well, there went his reassurance. Coyote was not there. Where was he? The thought sounded almost desperate. He shook his head, angry at himself. Why was a dream getting to him so much? It was just a stupid dream, he repeated to himself. Coyote is here and nothing changed. He still hated Coyote and Fox was still here, not on some stupid MI6 mission. The dream wasn't real. It calmed his racing heart down a little bit. But where was Coyote?

At that exact moment, the door creaked open and the said person walked in. Under the moonlight, Coyote's face was pale and parchment white. And the bloodshot eyes made him look like a devil from hell. The door was closed softly and Coyote headed toward his bunk, not noticing Wolf who was sitting on his bed, observing his route the whole time.

"Where have you been?" Wolf spoke up softly, not wanting to wake the rest of the unit. He felt the urge to laugh as Coyote jumped upon hearing his voice.

"I was…in the restroom," Coyote replied back in a low tone as he continued climbing back up to his bunk.

That should have been a reasonable enough answer but Wolf doubted that that was the truth. He couldn't find fault in the answer and he did not want to appear to be a bully by pressing Coyote for an answer that might or might not be what he originally answered.

Wolf didn't answer as he slid back under his blanket. The two hikes of the Selection trail was not pleasant but at least better than the first time he did it. It was tiring and he wouldn't have woke if not for the dream. Coyote, being newer and a sudden addition to the unit, shouldn't even wake up anytime soon. Yet he was up. If Wolf hadn't seen the paleness and the bloodshot eyes, he probably would have thought that Coyote was unaffected by the trial. Maybe he was unaffected and the sickly looks were something else. Wolf shrugged it off. None of his business and it wasn't going to be his business for the next few centuries.

Alex woke at five sharp and sat up, observing the quiet cabin silence that was broken with occasional loud breathings from the unit. He had not expect Wolf to be up at one in the morning and he blamed himself for not noticing it earlier when he had stepped into the cabin. He was distracted and that was a weakness and a mistake if he was on a mission. He had to learn to suppress the nightmares.

He grabbed the time schedule beside his bunk and sighed loudly. Breakfast. He took a deep breath, "Raise and shine, you lazy arse. If you don't get up this instance, you will get kitchen duty for the rest of your stay!"

It was amusing to see how the whole unit, minus Fox who just leaped off the bed in alarm, stood to attention toward him, their eyes half asleep before finally snapping open and realizing who they had just saluted to.

"What the h-"

"Wolf."

"—was that?" Wolf growled, glaring at Alex.

"Your alarm clock at your service." Alex replied casually, waving the time schedule, "I just want to remind you that breakfast is in five minutes."

"Breakfast!" Eagle nearly screeched, "I can't miss breakfast!"

And faster than everyone else, he pulled on his uniform and stumbled out the door, "Breakfast, I am coming!"

Fox sighed as he pulled his uniform on, "Coyote, please don't yell next time."

"I will try." He replied with a smile that was more devilish in Fox's eyes.

It took then less than two minutes to get ready and finally heading toward the cafeteria. Alex was not looking forward the breakfast. Not just because of the food, but because of the people he was going to be surrounded by.

Alex quickly grabbed his tray from the counter and sat down at the end of the table, the furthest away from Wolf. Fox sat down opposite of him.

"Bon Appetite." Alex raised his spoon and swallowed.

Fox laughed and shook his head, "Such childishness."

"Such old maness." Alex bit back.

Fox raised an eyebrow, "Old maness is not a word, Al-Coyote."

"Who cares?"

"Everyone cares—" Fox was interrupted by Eagle, "Hey, Coyote! What are you taking next?"

"Language course," Alex replied, memorized his schedule by heart.

"What language?" Eagle asked excitingly, "I am taking French, you?"

"Same here," Alex said.

"That's good!" Eagle exclaimed, "Now we can be French buddies!"

Alex shot Fox a look and Fox smiled slightly at him, "Eagle is only happy because he is the worst in the class. He thinks that your French is worse, therefore, he has someone to step on to boost his inner proudness."

"What!" Eagle cried, feigning innocent, "I will never do that!"

Snake snorted slightly at that, "What language are you taking, Snake?"

"German," Snake replied, looking at Alex.

"I don't take any." Fox said as his gaze turned toward him, "I already know all of the languages they teach here."

"Bloody spy." Wolf muttered and Fox grinned slightly at Alex, "Wolf takes German as well though he is quite fluent in Spanish." At Alex's raised eyebrow, Fox answered, "His Spanish origin."

The conversation then was steered away as Eagle started complaining about his breakfast and Alex was left alone to his meal when Fox and Snake started arguing with Eagle. Alex did not want to know what they were talking about.

As he stared at the thing that dared to call itself food on his plate, he remembered the familiar smell of Jack's breakfast. Jack's less-than-ten-minutes breakfast. He would give anything to go back in time again. Just to see Jack and hear her laughter again. It was after Jack had truly gone did he realized just how important she was. Maybe he did realize that before, but it was when she really disappeared from his life did he really notice the big significance things missing in his life. He felt a lump in his throat and forced it down. Bear, that guy from J-unit was right. This was a place for soldiers who serves or served their country. It wasn't for crybabies. He was not going to cry.

"Coyote, pass me your fork." Wolf's command made him look up.

Alex looked up and blinked, "My…fork?"

"Yes," Wolf said impatiently and Alex noticed a small flush creeping up on his cheek for some reason, "I need to stab Eagle."

"What did I do?" Eagle cried, "Why do you want to stab me?"

Alex shrugged at the weird command but passed him his plastic fork anyways. Their fingers touched for a moment before pulling away. Alex narrowed his eyes slightly. That was intentional and he did not doubt it for a second. He tried to catch Wolf's eyes but Wolf refused to meet his. Something weird was going on.

Edit: Lol, just read a comment and I just have to mention this: No, it is not slashed. You will see why the last scene happened later on~ Cheerios

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