Random chapter alert! Let's take a little walk down memory lane of our favorite couple! This chapter takes place after a couple years of Sonny and Davis knowing each other, but before DEVGRU. Hope y'all enjoy!

"Thank ya." Sonny says to the taxi driver as they exit the taxi in the parking lot of Sonny's apartment complex. He loops an arm around Lisa's waist when he sees her stumbling towards her car. "No Ma'am, ya are far too drunk to drive."

"Are you trying to get me to spend the night Quinn?" Davis laughs at his stunned expression.

"Ya know damn well I don't mean it like that." He says pulling her towards his apartment door.

"So where am I sleeping then?" Lisa asks as Sonny unlocks and opens the door.

Sonny lets her walk through the door first. "Ya can take the bed, I'll take the couch."

Davis spins and looks at him. "Don't be silly Sonny. We can sleep in the same bed and not sleep together; we are adults after all."

"O-oh, I, um, I didn't wanna make ya uncomfortable." Sonny says locking the front door behind him.

"You won't. Just keep your hands to yourself." Lisa smirks as she walks to the fridge and opens a can of beer and takes a drink.

"I can only promise that awake Sonny will behave." He chuckles, catching the beer she throws at him.

Lisa shrugs. "I guess that's fair." She starts walking towards his bedroom. "I do need to barrow some pajamas."

"Boxers and a t-shirt good?" He asks watching her make herself right at home.

"Oh yeah, that's perfect." She smiles while throwing her leather jacket on a chair in the corner of the room and kicking her booties off.

Sonny roots around in his dresser for a second before finding a pair of boxers and a t-shirt for her to wear. "Here ya go." He hands them to her.

"Thanks." She says before taking another swig of her beer and heading to the bathroom to change. When she exits the bathroom, she finds Sonny already sitting in bed channel surfing. "So tell me Quinn, how many women have worn these boxers?"

Sonny chuckles. "Uh none that I know of."

Lisa cocks her head at him as she gets in the bed. "Oh really?"

"Really Davis. Ya know I don't do sleep overs." Lisa looks at him with a raised eyebrow, questioning him. "Just so ya know, you're the first woman to ever actually sleep in my bed. Ya better feel hella special."

"I'm the chosen one." She laughs as she lays down.

Sonny looks down at her and smiles. "Sleep tight Davis."

"Sweet dreams Sonny."

The next morning Lisa wakes up to a pounding in her head that was reminding her just how much she had to drink the night before. She goes to roll onto her back when the strong arm that had been loosely draped over her tightened, holding her in place. That was the moment she remembered she was lying in Sonny Quinn's bed. "I'm too hung over for ya to be rollin around, shit." Sonny grumbles.

Lisa squeezes her eyes shut. 'This wasn't happening. Her and Sonny didn't sleep together, wait did they just sleep?' "I can't help but notice that we are both still clothed..."

Sonny chuckles. "Damn, ya really were wasted last night. We didn't do anythin. I believe your words to me when I told ya that you're the only woman who has ever just slept in my bed were I'm the chosen one. Ya ain't got a single thing to worry about."

Davis buries her face in Sonny's side. "I really said that?"

"Ya did. I got a laugh outta it." Sonny says, realizing he was still holding her tight against him. He relaxed his arm and waited for her to roll away, but she didn't. "How much of last night do ya remember?"

Lisa thinks for a minute. "Somewhere around my 11th tequila shot."

"Damn Davis. There were a lot more after that. Any particular reason ya got so fucked up?"

"I don't want to talk about." Lisa says hiding her face from Sonny as much as she could.

Sonny ran his hand up and down her back. "Davis it's me, ya can tell me anything."

Lisa looks up and him, tears threatening to spill over. "Um, you know how all I say about my childhood is that it was really fucked up?"

"Yeah." Sonny responds.

"Well, my Mom, Serena, she was a drunk and a horrible Mom. By the time I was eight I was pretty much raising my two younger sisters. A-and then when I was eleven there was a fire in our house. The three of us were home alone." Davis let out a shaky breath. "I, um, I could only save one of my sisters, Ronnie. Michelle died in the fire."

Sonny rolls onto his side and holds her tightly. "Davis, I, um, I really don't know what to say."

Lisa lays silent for a few seconds, realizing how good it felt to trust someone as much as she trusted him. "You don't have to say anything. You're the first person I have told that to in a very long time."

"I feel honored that ya trust me enough to tell me that. One question though, what does that have to do with last night?"

"Ah, yes, last night was the Anniversary of the fire. As hard as I have worked to overcome my past, it, it creeps in every once in a while." Lisa says.

"That makes sense." Sonny says rolling back onto his back. To his pleasant surprise she threw her arm over his waist and laid her head on his stomach.

"Okay Quinn, I told you my horrible childhood story, now tell me yours."

Sonny looked down and looked into her eyes. "Well, mine ain't nearly as bad as yours, but my Mama died when I was eight. She was great. Always took real good care of me. Emmit, my dad was a different story. After my Mama's death he dumped me at my grandparent's for a while. Then I pretty much raised myself as a teenager. And uh, had no idea what to do with life so I joined up."

"Thank you for telling me that." Davis smiles. "There's no comparing who's childhood was crapier. We both overcame a lot that no one should have to live through."

"You're right Davis. I told ya how I joined up, your turn."

"You're making me bare all of my secrets to you, aren't you?" Lisa chuckles.

"It's only fair." Sonny smiles enjoying the moment.

"Fine, this one's a tearjerker too, just so you're warned." Lisa lets out a deep breath before continuing. "I had a couple of abusive boyfriends when I was a teenager. And um, I had just turned 19 when I found out I was 12 weeks pregnant. I told my boyfriend... and, and he kicked me in the stomach, knocking me down a big flight of stairs. I woke up alone at the bottom of the stairs with horrible abdominal pain and a broken arm." Davis lets out a shaky breath. "I was lying in the hospital bed hurting and more broken than I had ever been, and I knew I had to change my life."

"Davis" Sonny says stunned by what Lisa had just revealed. "I knew ya were strong, but I'm seein ya in a whole new light."

"Oh god Sonny. Please don't."

"Lisa, how could I not?"

"Fine, just don't go treating me any different. Oh, and please don't tell anyone about this?" Lisa says looking up at him.

"Ya ain't gotta worry about either of those happenin." Sonny says running his fingers through her hair. Something about this felt so natural to him.

"Thank you, Sonny." Lisa says before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep again. When she woke up for a second time that morning, the realization that she was much closer to Sonny than she should be hit her. She looked up at him. "I see you're still letting me lay on you when I probably shouldn't be."

Sonny looks down at her from the TV. "This might sound a little weird, uh, you're 100% in blow job range and that is the last thing I want. And ya know me, I'm always down for that."

Davis looks down at the lower half of Sonny's body and sees he's right. "I guess we answered everyone's question about there being sexual tension between us."

Sonny chuckles. "I suppose so."

"My hangover would really appreciate breakfast." Lisa smiles.

"Is that your way of askin me to make ya breakfast?" Sonny asks.

Lisa nods. "It is."

"I reckon I can throw somethin together for ya. Ya gotta get off first."

Davis rolls on to her back. "You were so warm."

Sonny turns and looks at her after he stood up. "Ya know Davis, this is feelin like girlfriend land without the girlfriend benefits."

"Didn't we just decide we weren't sexually attracted to each other?" Lisa asks while pulling herself into a sitting position on the bed.

"That's my point Davis."

"I guess that's a good point. I'm not going to lie, I could get used to sleepovers and a fresh breakfast." Lisa smiles.

"I already feel so used, first for cuddles now for food." Sonny say shaking his head.

"Okay Sonny. Breakfast time."

"Yes Ma'am." Sonny chuckles as he heads towards the kitchen.