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wonderwhump · 1 year

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wonderwhump / november_1 fanfiction list

Hi guy's I hope you're all doing fine :)

This is a list of my fanfics. I'm a huge fan of reading and also writing fanfiction of all kinds of fandoms. My AO3 name is november_1.

If you like, check my them out. They are all whump stories with various degrees of emotional and physical whump. If anything triggers you, please check out the tags before reading.

I'm happy about any feedback you might give me. Kudos and comments make my day (yeah, I'm desperate and attention seeking 🤣 But aren't all writers...)

I will add to this list as I write more stories.

FANDOM: Jedi Fallen Order / Star Wars

Endings and Beginnings

An explosion on Bracca and Cal and Prauf are in the thick of it. Hurt and comfort ensue…

FANDOM: Lockwood & Co.

The dread of undying love

Lucy had been keeping a close eye on Lockwood for days. Something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Yet. He was quiet. And pale. Big dark circles under his eyes. She knew something was wrong, but he didn’t talk about it. Of course he didn’t.

Will Lucy and George find out what's going on and be able to help their friend before it's too late?

A Lockwood & Co whump story with lots of angst and pain but also friendship and some undeniable more-than-friends-tension between Lockwood and Lucy.

FANDOM: Chicago PD / Chicago Med

The wrong son

A party. An argument. A car crash. And a dead brother...

Lots of angst and emotional whump for a young Jay Halstead.

Survivor

"What are you supposed to do when somebody calls you out of the blue one beautiful summer evening and tells you, that your husband is missing?"

This story is set some months after 10x3. Jay and his team are captured on a mission in Bolivia. What will happen to them? Will they get out alive?

Brothers

Jay and Will Halstead take a car trip together. It doesn't go that well...

I'll give it to someone special

Jay is out Christmas shopping. But the day doesn't go as planned.

Into the abyss

They find Jay in his apartment, unconscious, unresponsive... dying. Pills and alcohol. A suicide attempt obviously. But was it really?

A week of bad luck

It was one of those days you wish you just hadn’t gotten up at all. That you’d just have turned over in bed, pulled up the sheets over your head and ignored the world out there. It had been a whole week of those days for Jay Halstead and he desperately wished to be able to crawl back into the safety of his comfy bed and hide from the world.

But the world had some more bad luck from him in store.

Life and Death and Baseball

Jay gets injured during a Baseball game. But that's just the beginning and the day gets from bad to worse rather unexpectedly.

Camping is fuckin' dangerous, man!

Jay stumbles into the bullpen and collapses to the ground unconscious. He's seriously injured and drugged up to his eyeballs. Everybody thought he was out in the woods camping and fishing for the last week... But did he even get there? What happened to Jay and who did this to him?!

The bar fight

A good looking stranger steps in to protect a woman in a bar.

Sacrifice

It was Jay's fault that they were in this mess. Now he'd do anything to protect his unit. Even if it meant torture and death...

Pain & Purpose

"The mornings were the worst. The nights were pretty bad too, to be honest. But the mornings made him feel so lost, like he had forfeited the grip on the world. Like the world, and Jay in it, had lost all meaning."

Jay Halstead is a broken man - physically and mentally - when he returns from the war in Afghanistan as the only survivor of his unit. How will he deal with the pain and the trauma?

Remember me

Hailey is 37 weeks pregnant and she and Jay are excited and happy to be parents soon. But one day they are kidnapped right off the street... and suddenly happiness turns into fear, pain, suffering and despair... What will happen to Jay and Hailey and their unborn baby girl? Will they survive this dire situation unscathed?

Beautiful day gone south

The blood felt warm and sticky. It gushed out between her fingers and colored her hands in bright red. She pressed down as hard as she could and he groaned. But how ever hard she pressed down on the wounds, the blood kept on flowing. With every passing second, with every drop of blood, she could feel the life leaving him.

Burning up

Jay knew he was getting a cold. He had been feeling off for the last couple of days: sore throat, beginning cough, headaches, maybe even a fever. But he just ignored it. It would pass. He didn’t have time for a common cold, no time for feeling like shit. And just for the record: Halsteads didn’t get ill. End of discussion.

Shaken

"There was a sharp jolt and then the earth started shaking. From one second to the next the lovely sunny day turned into chaos and destruction."

Will and Jay Halstead are in Los Angeles visiting their friend Connor Rhodes who moved there a year ago to work at UCLA. It was supposed to be a vacation! A little escape from Chicago with sun, beach, fun and drinks. But somehow everything turns out quite differently when an earthquake hits the city and Will and Jay are buried under tons of debris.

Trust and betrayal

Connor's day starts out perfect - until he is wrongfully accused of sexually assaulting a young woman. Suddenly everybody hates him, nobody believes in his innocence, he is suspended and arrested. Who is this woman that accused him of raping her? And what kind of game is she playing? Will Connor be found innocent or stumble deeper and deeper into this mess?

It should have been me

Terry's death hit Jay really hard. It triggers his PTSD and he's spiraling down. But before he can hit rock bottom, somebody from Jay's past turns up and something even worse happens. Something that Jay and his brother Will may not get out of alive...

This story is set right after 3x17.

Shallow waters

If anybody had told Jay that morning that he would drown in thigh deep water in the middle of Chicago, he would have laughed. But right now, he didn’t feel like laughing as the water swashed over his mouth.

FANDOM: Seal Team

Broken

Brock’s last conscious thought was „Oh, fuck – that was it!”. He didn’t feel the shuddering of his body when it impacted with ground. Didn’t feel the bones splintering. Didn’t feel his limbs go slack. He didn’t feel the blood seeping from his nose and head wound, forming a little pool on the forest floor. He also didn’t hear his brother’s screaming. Didn’t hear Cerberus whining.

Wake up, sleeping beauty!

Clay still lay on his side, as he had before, eyes closed and fast asleep. He looked pale. Stella crouched down in front of him smiling, gently stroking his hair. “Hey, wake up, sleeping beauty.” She kissed him, first on his forehead, then on his lips. He didn’t move. Why didn’t he move?

Clay just doesn't wake up the morning after they came home from deployment in Afghanistan. What happened? Will he be ok?

Cold as ice

Sonny Quinn’s right leg was on fire. Well, obviously not literally, as he was lying on his back on the icy ground - in the snow of a dense larch forest. He was sure the leg was broken. He had sneaked a peak down his leg – and no leg should ever be bent in such an angle. But that wasn’t his top concern at the moment. Clay, his best friend, lay about 5 meters from him, his body curled around the tree trunk that had broken his fall down the steep slope - as if he was hugging it. Lifeless.

Too much blood

Brock felt something impact with the back of his head. Hard. His head, and with it his whole body, flew forward and stars exploded in front of his eyes.

Brock is mugged on his way home from the bar.

FANDOM: Six

8 weeks later

Did you ever wonder what happened to Joe "Bear" Graves and his team after the show's last episode (S2E10)? This is my take on that story never told...

Joe „Bear“ Graves was in pain. 8 weeks since the day that had shattered his life to pieces. 8 weeks since the day he had destroyed the life of the people he loved. But now it would be over soon.

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mrsreadalot · 7 months

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I didn't swoon

It has been a long hot day full of training. Jason made them sweat all day long, all of them nearing exhaustion now. The last torture of the day was the O-course in full gear. They all made it, not near anyone’s best time, but they still reached the finish line.

Finally, Jason is satisfied and tells the team to go get rid of their gear and take that long overdue shower. Arriving in their cage room, they all grab one of the cold waters from the fridge, gulping them down while discarding their gear in their cages.

Sonny and Clay are the first ones out of the door, heading for the shower room, closely followed by Jason and Ray.

“You coming?” Trent looks at Brock in his cage, who only packed his gear away but doesn’t look like he is going to the showers.

“In a moment. I have to check on Cerberus first, make sure he has enough to drink and to tell the kennel master to check his paws for blisters.”

Trent gives a short chuckle. “Sure. But remember, you have to drink, too. And you need that shower. You reek.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Brock waves him off, closes his cage and follows Trent out of the door of their cage room. He turns in the opposite direction and heads for the kennels to make sure his K9 partner is well taken care of.

Trent just shakes his head. He knows his best friend; knows he won’t relax or look after himself before he is satisfied that his dog is ok. Even before entering the shower room, Trent can hear the laughter and bantering from his teammates, Sonny being the loudest of all. Entering the room, the other four are already in the different stalls, water running in all of them, joking loudly with each other. He is surprised that they have enough energy to fool around. He himself feels utterly exhausted and just wants to soak in the water to loosen his muscles.

Entering one of the stalls, he slowly undresses, letting his dust- and sweat-soaked fatigues drop into one crumpled pile on the floor. He turns on the water and steps into the spray, savoring the warm stream running down his body, feeling his tight muscles relax while he listens to his brother’s banter.

When the water starts to cool, he makes quick work of shampooing and washing off the rest of the grime. Stepping out of the shower, he towels himself dry. All of his brothers have finished their showers, all in various states of undress, and already discussing evening plans.

Sonny is talking Clay into coming to the Bulkhead with a little help from Jason. Ray has already excused himself for the evening, having to be home to look after the kids for Naima to go to a school thing he can’t remember. Finally, Clay agrees to come and Sonny turns his attention to Trent.

“You coming, too, right?”

A beer at the Bulkhead is not out of the question, but an early evening on his couch sounds tempting, too.

“I don’t know…” Trent looks around for Brock’s opinion, not seeing him in any of the showers. “Where is Brock?”

Sonny looks around, so do the others.

“Huh.” Clay looks concerned. “I haven’t seen him in here.”

“He wanted to look after Cerb before showering, but that was…” Trent checks his watch. “Wow, nearly 45 minutes ago. He should be here already.”

They all share a concerned look and as if on an unseen signal they all rush to the door. Trent reaches their cage room first. Pushing the door open with more force than he meant to, he scans the empty room for his missing brothers. He already starts to turn back to head for the kennels, when Clay’s shout has him stop and turn back.

“Brock! Oh, shit.” Clay rushes past Trent, pulling him along, the other three a little slower but following.

Brock sits crumbled in the corner of his cage, eyes closed, unmoving. Trent slides to his knees next to him and tries to wake him up.

“Brock, hey buddy.” Trent gives him a firm sternal rub that gets him a low groan. He taps Brock’s cheeks, checks for a pulse and breathing. “Skin is hot and dry, pulse is fast and faint, breathing is shallow and fast. Clay, grab my bag. Sonny, help me get him out of here so we have more space. Ray call medical, tell them to bring a gurney.”

His brothers all rush to heed his orders. Sonny takes Brock’s feet while Trent grabs him under the arms, and they drag him out of his cage. Clay drops Trent’s bag next to him and Trent gets everything to start an iv-line and push fluids in.

“Jason, Clay, strip him to his boxers. Sonny, get water, cold if possible, we have to cool him down."

While the others work, Trent connects the first bag of fluids with the iv-line and lets the fluids rush into his brother. Working hand in hand Jason and Clay take only a few minutes to get Brock’s clothes off of him. Trent exchanges the already empty first bag of fluids just as Sonny arrives with a bucket of water and a few towels. Jason and Clay have already stripped Brock of his fatigues and start to help Sonny wet the towels and cover him with them. As the cool towels touch the hot and dry skin, Brock starts to stir, slowly trying to remove the uncomfortable cold against his skin.

“Easy, brother.” Trent squeezes Brocks shoulder softly, gently holding him down, making sure the iv-line stays in place.

Brock opens his eyes, blinking several times before he can focus on his brothers.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Trent holds his thumb and index finger in front of Brocks face.

“At least two. Where am I?” Brock’s voice is dry, cracked and he lifts his head a little to look around, trying to find out why he is lying on the floor in their cage room. “What happened?”

“You swooned in your cage, princess.” Sonny’s drawl betrays how worried he still is about his brother.

“Didn’t swoon.” Brock closes his eyes again, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Might have passed out.”

Trent chuckles. “Whatever you want to call it, you scared the living shit out of us. Don’t do that to us again!”

Brock just nods, still not opening his eyes again.

“Brock, how much did you drink today?”

At Trent’s question, Brock furrows his brows, trying to think back over the day. “Not sure… Probably not enough.”

Ray arrives with two paramedics and a gurney, and with the opening of the door Brock finally opens his eyes again.

“Hell, no.” Brock shakes his head when he sees them entering, sitting up a little, but already feeling dizzy.

“Hell, yes.” Trent answers. “You passed out in your cage. You have had a heat stroke. You need to go to the infirmary and probably stay there overnight for observation. No point arguing.”

“Oh, come on. I’m just a little dehydrated.” Brock tries to argue but he is cut off, this time by Jason.

“No, Brock. Go get checked out. Or I’ll sideline you.”

“Fine.” Brock gives in, lying back down.

The medics have watched the argument with amusement. They already know the guys from Bravo, know they only agree to go to the infirmary if ordered. Just like all the other Tier One operators. Trent gives them an update on what happened and how much fluid he has already given Brock. They help an embarrassed Brock to the gurney, leaving him covered in wet towels, and make their way to the base infirmary.

The rest of Bravo watch them leave with Brock, all shaking their heads.

“I need a drink.”

They all look at Trent, not believing that statement came from him. They all expected him to follow Brock, not letting him out of his sight.

“I need a drink. Then I’ll get him some fresh clothes and check on him at the infirmary.”

They all agree, smiling. Jason slings his arm around Trent’s shoulder and guides him out of the cage room.

“Let’s all finish dressing first and then we head to the Bulkhead. First round is on me.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.1 #swooning #How many fingers am I holding up #SEAL Team #text post #Brock Reynolds whump #trent sawyer #clay spenser #sonny quinn #jason hayes #Ray Perry

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sneakypeaches · 2 years

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Confirmed leg injury ❤️‍🩹

#seal team #cbs seal team #clay spenser #max thieriot #whump #paramount plus #seal team spoilers

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alidravana · 2 years

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Brock & Clay

Soulmate AU (your chose the type)

So needless to say I didn't stick with three sentences...but I didn't write a whole fic either. But I could definitely see myself expanding on this a bit more in the future!

Clay looked worriedly at Brock; his normally bouncy curls were clinging to his forehead, drenched in sweat, his cheeks were flushed bright red, and he continued to pant heavily, with the occasional whimper of pain sneaking out. Clay lifted the bandage on his shoulder to check his wound again, but nothing had changed. There were no signs of fresh blood, or infection, but still, Brock’s health continued to deteriorate.

There wasn’t much that Clay could do for Brock at the moment. The two had been separated from the rest of Bravo, and then when Brock was hit, Clay managed to eliminate the immediate threats, and then dragged Brock into one of the village houses to take cover.

That had been over an hour ago.

Copying a method that Clay could faintly remember his mom doing, he leaned over, letting his lips gently brush over Brock’s forehead, trying to confirm if he had a fever. But instead of the warmth he was expecting to feel, it was like a bolt of electricity shot through his body, eliminating any aches or pains in his body, banishing any lingering tiredness or fatigue.

“Clay?” Brock murmured, his hazel eyes open and staring directly up at him, Clay now realizing that his lips were still resting against his friend’s forehead. But Clay couldn’t move an inch. His mind was screaming at him to help Brock, and somehow he knew that that meant more contact, not less.

Taking one of Brock’s hands in his, Clay shifted so that he was now lying alongside Brock. He then cradled Brock’s head onto his chest and used his other arm to tuck Brock as close as possible to his body. Clay could immediately feel a change in the other man’s condition, as Brock’s temperature started to come down, and his breathing began to return to normal.

“What does this mean?” Brock whispered as the two continued to lay there, intertwined like two lovers on the dirt floor.

Clay pursed his lips, having a fairly good guess, but wasn’t ready to vocalize his thoughts either; wasn’t ready to deal with the reality of having a soulmate that was his friend, and not his boyfriend. What was important right now was getting back to Bravo, and that was what he was going to focus on.

#AU fic asks #SEAL Team (tv)#seal team fanfic #Soulmate AU #Clay Spenser #Brock Reynolds #longer than 3 sentences #my bad?#injuries #whump

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chicgeekgirl89 · 7 months

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Get to Know Your Fanfic Writer

Thanks @bonheur-cafe for the tag!

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

Sept. 23, 2007. I was BARELY a freshman in college. My parents didn't let me have an official ff.net account because it had mature content on it. So one of my first acts as a free adult was to get an account and post a fic lol. I still remember the high I felt when reviews started coming in!

First character(s) you wrote for:

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn, but I didn't post anything for them until recently. My first posted fic was a Power Rangers one lol.

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

T.K. and Carlos, but I'm also dabbling in the Heartstopper fandom with Nick and Charlie.

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

None that I can think of!

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

9-1-1: Lone Star mostly, Heartstopper (sort of)

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

I LOVED writing Sonny Quinn and Clay Spenser in the SEAL Team fandom. Currently writing Priya Singh and Nathan Ajayi in the Heartstopper fandom.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

T.K./Carlos and Nick/Charlie

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Fluff

Boys in Love

Whump

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3 and Tumblr (sorry ff.net, you got mean)

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

He stretches first, ignoring the twinging in his ribs and the slight ache at the base of his skull. It’s been almost a month since his kidnapping and near death at the hands of Trudie and her deranged son and Carlos refuses to let the effects linger any longer. He’s tired of everyone walking on eggshells around him, treating him like he might break at any moment. He knows about the secret text thread T.K. has going with his mom and sisters that’s full of daily updates about his sleep, his eating, his pain level; it’s like being an infant and it’s driving him crazy.

Tagging (no pressure! also sorry if I missed yours, I'm sure I'll see it as I scroll!): @lemonlyman-dotcom, @carlos-in-glasses, @liminalmemories21

#Fanfic Writer

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eveningspirit · 2 years

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Ten blorbos

I was tagged, uh, a while ago, by @hithelleth to post my ten blorbos from ten fandoms, so. I’m finallly getting to it! :)

Arman Morales [The Cleaning Lady] is my current blorbiest blorbo. *.*

Chris De La Rosa [The Cleaning Lady] Can’t find a gif... Yeah, I know it’s the same fandom, but 1) this show deserves, and also 2) have I mentioned this kid is amazing? He is. They did give him a Storyline(tm), like I hoped, and he’s knocking it out of the park!

Jamie Fraser [Outlander]. The accent. The smile. The WHUMP! *sigh* (granted, I’m disappointed with the later seasons, but Jamie is Jamie)

Tim Bradford [The Rookie]. Look. He’s awesome, alright.

Kai Holman [NCIS Hawaii]. The jury is still out, but until thoroughly disappointed, I like him. He likes dogs, y’kno (not enough gifs and none of him with Inoki, so this is the next best thing)

Conrad Hawkins [The Resident]. The smile. The angst. The show is kind of disappointing, but Conrad...

Clay Spenser [Seal Team] Well. WELL. This season seems to go great so far.

Kenny Crosby [former FBI: Most Wanted] I still blorbo him. *shrug*

John Crichton and Aeryn Sun [Farscape] Always and Forever.

#es watches too much tv #and i am not tagging #meme #fandom meme #tv meme

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cookieswriting · 5 years

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Make This Right (SEAL Team)

Fandom: SEAL Team Prompt: Falling from a Great Height Characters: Clay Spenser, BRAVO Team

((The physical whump doesn’t come til next chapter, but there’s some emotional whump here for ya hehe))

“Figures that the cake-eaters are sending us out yet again, before we even get a chance to breathe,” Ray muttered, eyes flicking over to Sonny as they all started packing their equipment.

Clay watched the team silently for a moment, feeling the weight of the world press down on his shoulders. A nagging voice in the back of his mind accused that this latest spin-up is on him...because his father leaked more information about DEVGRU missions, and once again implied that he’d gotten it from his son. Since they’d found out - particularly since they’d gotten word immediately after of their new mission - Bravo had been short and biting with him. Trent and Brock hadn’t spoken a word to him, Sonny hadn’t really said much of substance to anyone considering he’d only been released from the hospital three hours prior to getting called back, and Jason hadn’t taken time to listen to him. The Team Leader had cut him short when Clay’d attempted to defend his innocence, telling him that they hadn’t even gotten over Korea and didn’t need to be dealing with another issue so soon.

Still, the youngest team member hated the idea of spinning up with this tension between them. “Hey, guys, I need to say something before we-”

“Unless it has to do with why the hell you didn’t follow us to the infirmary after we got Sonny out of that God-forsaken torpedo tube, now is not the time, Spenser. Pack it up and let’s go.”

The sharp retort of his Master Chief startled him, Clay’s back straightening instinctively and emotions sliding from his face. The entire team fell silent, their stares adding to the heaviness on the blonde’s back.

“It’s no big deal, boss-man, we know he was too busy talkin’ to his daddy,” Sonny joked, coming into Clay’s cage to punch his shoulder as the rest of the team chuckled somewhat uneasily. The Texan might as well have punched him, full force, in the gut...he’d never thought the team was bothered that he’d lingered after Sonny had been cleared out. Shock and helplessness had left him unsteady as they’d carried his teammate away, and he’d needed a moment to gather himself and process the fact that they hadn’t lost Sonny. The orange cap had become something of an anchor in the week since that hellish day; he’d honestly found himself grateful that Sonny had yet to ask for it, the reminder that his family, his true family, was still intact.

And then his father had to ruin everything. Again. He was going to lose his team, whether emotionally or by his removal, because of that asshole, and there was clearly nothing he would be able to say or do to stop it.

Lisa Davis watched the exchange from the doorway, and recognized the gravity of the moment...the potential that it had to break Bravo Team. Clay was taking their words to heart, though she knew their reactions were borne of frustration towards the Brass for sending them out before Sonny could really recover from his traumatic incident and not towards Clay.

After Sonny’s joke, the team fell back into tense silence and boarded the plane. Clay set up his hammock as far back in the plane as he could. Davis noticed a familiar orange baseball cap tucked in his back pocket as he settled down and fell asleep, an attempt to avoid his teammates she was sure.

“Sonny, Jase,” Lisa called quietly once she was certain that he was actually sleeping. She gestured for them to join her near the straps.

“Hey Davis, what’s up?” Sonny drawled. She hated how just his voice stirred emotions in her chest that they had yet to talk about - and wouldn’t be able to until they got back from whatever hell this latest mission was sure to bring.

“Are you pissed at Spenser?” Sonny’s face scrunched in confusion, and Jason rolled his eyes.

“Is this about what I said in the cages about the infirmary? I was pissed off about this whole fiasco, he was the easiest target to lash out at, kid knows not to take that shit to heart.”

“Yeah well he did,” Lisa snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “If any of you had bothered to pay attention to him, you might’ve noticed him completely shut down.” The rest of the team started to gather, hearing the bite in her voice and realizing something was up. “Starting with your comment about him not following to the infirmary,” she pointed at Jason first, then to Sonny. “And then he really withdrew when you made the comment about his father.”

Sonny shook his head. “Nah, I was just jokin’...”

“His father leaks a story about one of our missions and implies that Clay was his source before Korea...and apparently another story while you were out, which I’m sure he heard about as soon as you landed Stateside.” Her gaze passed around the teammates, frustrated that none of them had picked up on their youngest teammate’s distress. “He’s probably wrecked about it, and was looking to his team for support. Instead he got accusations and snark about the very thing he’s afraid people think he’s guilty of.”

“We all know Ash is an asshole,” Ray insisted. “Just like we all know that Clay would never betray us...he’s not his father…”

Lisa huffed. Men. “Did anyone bother to let Clay know those things? That you don’t believe his father like everyone else seems to?” The lack of response was answer enough. “That kid has spent his entire life in his father’s shadow, has spent his entire military career fighting to make the name Spenser mean something positive, but his old man has gotten in the way every single time he’s tried. But with this new book, and these interviews where Ash is implicating his own son? The first time was easy enough to write off, but the second time not so much…” She shook her head. “He is so used to people seeing the worst in him, seeing his father in him, and when he tried to make sure his team didn’t look at him like everyone else, you snapped at him and reinforced his belief. Great teamwork there, boys.” She turned to walk away from them, but stopped and spun back to Jason and Sonny. “And as far as the infirmary shit is concerned, I wasn’t there, but I can tell how shaken he was by what happened in that sub.” She turned her eyes to Sonny, who looked devastated himself. “Even thinking his team has turned on him, he still holds on to your stupid lucky hat. I haven’t seen him without it since you got home.”

Sonny’s flinch was somewhat satisfying. Good, he needs to realize what’s going on with that kid. “I...I just assumed it’d gotten left behind on the sub.” Lisa gestured towards the other end of the plane. Sonny turned and approached the blonde silently, clenching his jaw and sighing when he caught a glimpse of the hat in his brother’s back pocket. He returned to the others with a fresh sense of dejection. “Fuck.”

“You need to leave him be for now...but make this right,” she growled, staring down each and every man around her. They all nodded solemnly, and dropped onto the bench seats silently, waiting for Spenser to wake up or for time to prepare for the mission. Lisa left them to their thoughts and settled in to get some sleep herself.

#SEAL team fanfic #badthingshappenbingo #clay spenser whump #clay spenser #jason hayes #sonny quinn #lisa davis #trent sawyer #ray perry #brock reynolds

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h50europe · 2 years

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@imdboreanaz #Repost

Game on! Emotional eppisode drops this Sunday. Will change the TEAMS for many

#whump #bravo team #jason hayes #clay spenser #seal team #david boreanaz #max thieriot #neil brown jr.#ray perry

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finiteuniverse13 · 3 years

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home is people, not a place 2/?

Part 1

Summary: Clay gets attacked on base. DEVGRU finds an issue in that.

TW: Blood mention, physical assault, canon typical violence

Tag: @rebelwrites @chibsytelford @bravo-four-seal-team @velvetcardiganbucky @supervalcsi @abby-splace @itsonautopilot @thegirlwhoisalwayswriting @pinkrockstar19 @softi92 @mrsmarvelous1995 @jayhalsteadfan-2417

Lisa is pissed. She has every right to be. Clay had been attacked in the Bravo cages.

She’d watched the kid go from a strap who couldn’t stay in his own lane to an operator who could lead Bravo – and Tier One, for that matter – into the future. And then he’d been attacked in his team’s cages, in his own cage. Blackburn was still at the hospital – he’d found the kid in a pool of his own blood; Lisa wouldn’t blame him if it took an apocalypse to separate him from the kid – making sure that the kid got appropriate care.

She pushed open the door to Bravo’s briefing room, not that it actually had any members of Bravo in it. Alpha, Charlie and Delta were all there, waiting on her brief on the situation. Echo would have been there, if not for them being halfway through their first deployment as a team. There had been hesitation about deploying Echo – the loss of the last Echo line-up still sat heavily in the Tier’s mind.

The three team’s Master Chiefs and 2ICs had sat in Bravo’s usual chairs. Full Metal and Derek sat in Jason and Ray’s chairs, respectively. Beau and his second in command had taken Sonny and Trent’s, while TJ was sat in Brock’s. Delta Two had distinctively chosen not to sit in Clay’s seat, instead sitting in a chair usually used for either Cerberus or a support staff member, depending on the op.

(It was very funny to watch Brock and Clay push a wheely chair with Cerberus on it between the two of them, and they’d pretty much mastered the art of doing it in the last few months. Cerb had found that if he allowed it to happen, he’d get belly rubs and treats, so he was unbothered about it)

The other seats had a random assignment, seemingly first-come-first-serve. The ones unlucky enough to have not found seats stood tensely, arms crossed and grumbling under their breath to each other.

Nobody sat in Clay’s seat.

All 18 operators looked up when she walked in, attention snapping to the person with the most information. As she walked in, her gaze caught on the table space in front of Clay’s chair. Clay had left his book on the table. It’s about as thick as a brick, and Sonny would probably take a glance at it and tell Clay it was as dry as one. The embossed cover didn’t read English, and Lisa had a feeling that there would be very few, if any, people in the room able to read any part of the book.

She stood at the front and pushed her emotions down. These operators were here for information, not emotion.

“At 0145 this morning, 4 Green Team members entered Bravo’s Cage room. At 0157, they left, and returned to the Green Team barracks. 0204, Lieutenant Commander Blackburn entered the Bravo cages. He dialled 911 and was assisted by Alpha Four-”

She cuts herself off for a few seconds, as various operators slapped Jordan on the back, mumbled thanks spreading through the room as they reassured themselves that one of their own had helped their kid.

“Assisted by Alpha Four at 0207. Ambulance arrived at 0215. The Green Team members were apprehended by Alpha and Delta at 0248.”

She pauses again as a ripple of thanks goes through to room, Alpha and Delta thanking their Master Chiefs and each other and Charlie thanking both teams.

“Petty Officer Spenser was admitted to hospital at 0224, and was assessed as having a concussion, a broken nose and 5 bruised ribs.”

Alpha, Charlie and Delta’s medics all take note of this. They’re probably going to be on Clay’s ass for the next few months about this, right behind Trent.

“Bravo arrived at the Hospital at 0243. They are all with him. Hayes has asked that he is included in any appropriate punishments.”

Full Metal snorts. “Bet he didn’t word it like that”

A series of chuckles and grins echoes around the room. He did not word it like that. There was much more swearing, and much, much less formal language. He’d implied murder no less than 5 times.

Lisa allowed a smile to pass through the stony calm façade she had up.

“Command has delegated these appropriate punishments to be carried out within DEVGRU and have stressed the importance of leaving an impression on future graduates. This cannot be a recuring event.”

TJ pipes up first, almost before she’d finished talking. “I say we let Metal work his magic, make sure nobody finds them.”

This gets mixed responses, but Lisa isn’t surprised when none are wholly negative. They all had a younger brother in the form of Clay, and they had all trained for years in the art of killing their enemies as swiftly and efficiently as possible, and these candidates fell wholly and completely under the title of ‘Enemy’.

Metal gives a faux hopeful look to Lisa, and Lisa can tell that he’s not entirely dismissed the possibility, even as he does a terrible job at pretending to still consider it an option that Lisa could authorize. Lisa plays into the joke – god knows that Tier One needs some light in this disastrous day – and gives him the look mostly used for when Bravo (usually Sonny) suggests a stupid idea that shouldn’t had even crossed their minds. Blackburn jokingly referred to it as her “bad dog” look, and it worked for its purpose, making the operators put their tails between their legs. A few faces form smiles, and a few look to be wavering on the edge of smiling.

“No murder, and no death.”

This gets her grumbles, and not all of them are joking. Clay had gotten all of them out of sticky situations. Every operator in Tier One had a handful story where Clay had needed to be briefed on their op, and all of them had at least one where he’d taking calls at 2am to translate over a connection that he could barely hear English through. He’d never berated them for waking him up, and had often taken time to teach various operators key phrases, if he knew they were deploying somewhere where he knew the language.

Beau goes next, possibly the most level-headed of the Master Chiefs – both in the room and not. “Advanced SERE?”

Now this, Lisa can work with. Something about her posture must change, a twitch in her face, because the room suddenly erupts in sound. Charlie Two, Delta Five and Alpha Three all are in close enough range to clap Beau on the back, and they do so in quick succession.

“Gentlemen.” She raises her voice to be heard by the room. There’s nothing gentle about the looks on their faces.

“I’ll leave you to figure something out. Report to me with a plan of action.” And with that, she gives them a single nod and begins to leave. Her turned back does not block out the whispers of violence, but it does hide the vicious smile that’s stretched itself out along her face.

Nobody would even think about hurting their kid. Ever again.

As Clay blearily opened his eyes, he realised that he’d succumbed to pain-med-induced sleep. A few hours had probably passed since then, based on the fact that sunlight was now filling the room. Sonny was sat on his right side, gaze focused on the room’s TV screen, which was showing a play-by-play of a football game. The volume was cranked down, and even as Clay becomes more aware; he can only hear every other word.

“Son?” The word passes his lips without him meaning it to. Sonny’s head snaps over to Clay, so fast that Clay fears he may have given himself whiplash.

“Hey Bam Bam, how ya doin?” The toothpick moves hypnotically. Stop looking at the toothpick. Stop it. Stop it. Sonny’s casual expression is betrayed by the slight waver in his voice, a sliver of raw emotion that Sonny couldn’t fully supress. Clay gives him a strained smile in lieu of answering and reaches his hand out. Sonny catches the hand before it moves very far, holding it in a tight grip.

Sonny’s thumb absently runs across Clay’s unblemished because he hadn’t even been able to fight back knuckles, and his spare hand turns off the TV, leaving them in silence.

“Kid.” Clay’s eyes widen slightly, and he almost pulls his hand out of Sonny’s grip at the softly spoken word. He tries to get in the apology, the explanation, before Sonny can tell him that Jason is punishing him for being unaware.

“I should have being paying attention. I know I should have been paying attention, I was just so tired.” I’m sorry I’m so sorry don’t kick me out please

Sonny freezes. What?

“Clay. Stop. Stop-” he has to cut himself off before he says something that includes those really touchy-feely-emotions he’s feeling. Thankfully, Clay doesn’t take the pause as an opportunity to continue. “Stop trying to defend yourself. None of us blame you, Blondie. You were on base. You should have been protected. We won’t fail you again.” Sonny gives him facts, because he knows that if he tries to do anything else he’ll make it worse.

“Son?” Clay recalls a voice calling through the dark, through the black water he was floating in, a voice he’d recognised; “Did Blackburn find me? He- he had blood on his hands”

For a moment, Sonny curses Clay’s blessings as a sniper. He’d always been able to notice the little things, the things none of them would notice. “Yeah, he was checking that none of us were sleeping in the cages.”

Clay nods, and then his brows furrow. He breaks eye contact with Sonny and frowns in the genal direction of his feet. His face makes what Sonny calls his ‘Brainiac’ Face, and Sonny can only assume that he’s thinking about what happened with Blackburn, not rationalizing with himself that the beating was somehow his fault.

“Son, can I talk to him?” Sonny doesn’t want to think about whatever that conversation is going to be, so he nods and begins to gather his stuff. His cap is hanging precariously from one on the bed’s corners, his phone on the bedside table. He stands and ruffles Clay’s head, laughing despite the stink-eye he gets for it. Clay doesn’t mind it, and he has the feeling the next few weeks, if not months, are going to be filled with various forms of physical contact to reassure his teammates that he was still with them.

And now he’d asked Sonny to get Blackburn. God what do you even say to the guy who had found you beaten? ‘Hey Boss, I’m sure that what you saw was horrifying, but I’m alright now?’ God help him. Sonny hadn’t given him a weird look, so he’d probably been expecting Clay to ask at some point.

Clay’s train of thought is interrupted when a soft knock sounds on the door. There’s a second of pause before the door opens. Clay can’t think of a time when Blackburn’s looked worse. There are dark circles under his eyes, and a vaguely haunted look in his eyes. His eyes have a red tinge, and Clay can’t tell if that’s from sleep deprivation, or something else. His hands are rubbed red and raw, and Clay can tell that Blackburn had taken extra care to get every fleck of blood off his hands. He’s in a jacket that looks too big for him, and Clay suspects that Trent had a hand in that. Since the injured person – Clay – wasn’t someone he could immediately care for, Trent had gone for the next best thing, a shaken Blackburn. Under the jacket, he’s still in his fatigues, and by the time he’s finished the assessment of Blackburn’s top half, he’d moved close and sat down, hiding everything below his waist from Clay’s view.

Blackburn reaches out, putting a palm on Clay’s forearm, Clay’s hand mirrors it on Blackburn’s arm, and tension bleeds from Blackburn’s figure. His shoulders slump slightly, and he leans forward.

“How are you feeling?”

Clay considers lying, considers saying that he’s not in any pain, considers easing Blackburn’s mind. He decides against it. Blackburn had found him in a pool of blood, it’s the least he can do to tell him the truth. “My ribs hurt. But I’m, I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad you were there.”

Clay is the sometimes literally bleeding heart of Bravo, levelling out Sonny’s emotional constipation, and the admission is the balm of some of the burns on Eric’s soul. Eric leaned forwards, shuffling closer to the bed, trying to hide the blood on his knees. He hadn’t been home to change, a call to his wife at 8am had told her that he wasn’t going to be home for a while. She, like the amazing wife she was, had been understanding, and then grumbled at him to let her sleep. They’d both laughed and exchanged ‘I love you’s before his wife ended the call. Clay didn’t need the stress of knowing that Eric had knelt in his blood. Nobody needs that.

“Gave me quite a scare, gave all of us quite a scare.” Eric doesn’t tell him that he’d spent the last half hour scrubbing his hands raw, that Jason had needed to strong-arm him into the waiting room, that Trent had given him one look and offered up his jacket, that he’d had his head in his hands until Sonny had come into the room and told him that Clay wanted to talk to him. Doesn’t tell him that he’d stood outside for nearly a minute before he’d knocked, that he’d needed to barrel in before he lost the nerve to speak to his operator. He usually prides himself on staying calm, on being collected, but Clay had been attacked in one of the few places on earth that he could honestly and without reservation call home. That scared Eric. If he couldn’t keep his operators safe on base, where would they be safe?

“Davis is talking to command about adding locks to the cage room doors, make sure this doesn’t happen again.” If she wasn’t already talking to command about it, she would be soon.

Clay nods. He shifts and grimaces in pain.

“Do you want me to get a nurse?” It’s a safe question, one that doesn’t involve the emotions in the room.

Clay ignores the lifeline. “I’m alright as I am. Did you get the guys?”

Eric nods. Breaking the news to Bravo had been the highlight of his morning. “Command is letting DEVGRU work out how to punish them.”

Clay grins. “I bet Metal is having fun with that.”

It’s Eric’s turn to smile, and a soft chuckle makes its way out. “Davis is under strict orders to not accept a plan that involves murder. I’m sure Alpha’s disagreeing with that.”

Alpha was most likely to deploy with Bravo, and all were in line with their Master Chief’s ‘Bury-first-questions-second’ policy when it came to Clay. Eric had a feeling it wouldn’t take much convincing to get Delta and Echo behind the plan, and that Charlie would only argue on principle.

Tier One was a brotherhood that didn’t take kindly to injury, as the world would learn.

Echo One – Zack Greer – a newly promoted Delta Two, wasn’t a very outgoing man. One and Twos were meant to both complement and contrast each other, a precarious balancing act honed over years of living out of each other’s pockets. TJ had needed a level head, so his Two was calm in the face of crisis.

Echo Two, on the other hand. A Floridian man, Elliot Howe, promoted from Charlie Three, who was under strict orders to never drink unsupervised with Sonny Quinn, lest they empty a bar and then burn said bar to the ground. He’d chaffed under Beau’s tight ship, so when the opportunity to move to form Echo had arisen, he was hard pushed to say no.

Together with Echo Three (Alpha Three), Echo Four (Delta Six) and two Green Team graduates as their Five and Six, they’d created a tight brotherhood.

Echo Five, Dan Wilder, a multilingual K9 handler, had initially been lost at DEVGRU, not quite fitting in. He’d reached out to the youngest operator – Bravo Six – in order to get some advice. What he didn’t know at the time is that their languages had overlap. Together with Clay and Ares – his K9 – he’d been able to find someone to practice with.

Echo had long since lost count of how many times Clay had come into their cage room, with a well-loved book, offering it to Dan with a brief explanation of how it would interest him. The book was never in English, and neither was the explanation. For all they knew, Clay could have spent the last few months giving Dan anything from Harry Potter to The Anarchist’s Cookbook (he’d actually only given Dan one of those, and Dan was under strict instructions not to tell them which, and Dan had been recommending others back).

Sonny, on the days when they were hanging out after work, sometimes tagged along to these exchanges. He’d joked about a book club, and Echo Two had picked up on the joke immediately, and since then the pair had resigned themselves to the nickname.

Between Clay’s frequent interactions with Dan and the fact that all of DEVGRU was deadly protective of Clay, it was no surprise that when Echo had heard the news, they hadn’t been happy. Command had fought a battle with Echo to keep them deployed, and Echo had nearly won. Dan had been on many rants, talking to empty space in Pashto – Four only caught a few words, and those were all along the lines of murder and death. Ares was giving out a low, constant growl. Both of the DEVGRU K9s were as protective as their owners, it seemed.

The door to their dorms slammed open and Zack marched in. Echo looks up in sync, and if it weren’t so serious, Zack would be amused by how much his men look like Meerkats. “Got word from Virginia.” This sets his men on edge, Howe half-steps forward, and his shoulders visibly tense up. “They found the green team rookies. We’ve been asked to approve the plan of their punishment before it gets sent to be approved by command.” Malicious smiles break out among the barracks.

They may be 7000 miles away, but they wouldn’t let anybody off the hook because of it.

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SEAL Team S03E12

#seal team #whump edit #clay spenser #Max Thieriot #staples #cut #slash #field care #bandages #blood #aftermath of car accident #seal team 3x12 #ep: siege protocol

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Ok, so at first I was happy about the Clay whump. Then I had a closer look and found some spoilers. And now I'm sad. He lost his leg. So he'll never be a SEAL again. I'm crying! 😭😭😭😭😭

#seal team whump #seal team #clay spenser #clay whump #hurt clay spenser #Youtube

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Lisa Davis + Bravo Team in SEAL Team 3x12

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kaira-elffish · 4 years

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Hey There!

So, I’m new to the Tumblr and looking to add friends who are into the TV Show SEAL Team. I’m down to toss ideas for fanfictions, what-if’s, and general chatter.

I also like the shows; The Brave, Chicago PD, The Boys and well... just about anything whumpy.

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Welcome to my re-posting of my SEAL Team fics (primarily Clay/Trent) in chronological order! Here’s the sixth fic in the timeline:

Title: Things That Go Bump in the Night (Ch.1/3)

Rating: M

Word Count: 2,486 (for all three chapters)

Warnings: Implied childhood sexual abuse, memory loss

Summary:

Some discomfort in the night leads to startling realizations for Trent.

Combination of Day 1 (Childhood), Day 2 (Memory Loss) and Day 5 ("It's things like these that keep me up at night.") for SEAL Team (TV) Week 2021.

Can be read on A03! I realized that I hadn’t posted this to tumblr yet, so please see Chapter 1 below.

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Clay jerked awake. He looked around the room in confusion as to why he woke up, when the reason for his discomfort quickly became apparent. There was a warm puddle forming under his body.

It’s okay, Clay told himself, trying to remain calm. His therapist says that bedwetting is nothing to be embarrassed about. He just needs to get up, strip the bed, and have a shower. “Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Clay whispered softly, as he started to get out of bed. He reached out to turn on his reading light, but it wasn’t where it normally was. Clay looked around the room in confusion. That wasn’t his night table. This wasn’t the side of bed he normally slept on. Clay glanced down at himself, relieved to at least recognize his own sleep pants. But this wasn’t his bedroom. Where the hell was he?

Clay stumbled out of bed, snagging a sweatshirt that was laying on the floor and quickly slid it on. His hands were shaking too much to hold the zipper in place, so he just pulled the sides tight around him. Where was he? What happened? His legs couldn’t hold him up any longer and he collapsed on the floor, tears starting to fall down his cheeks. But he didn’t make a sound. That wasn’t allowed.

Earlier, Trent had stirred when Clay first shifted in the bed but then fell back asleep. But at the sound of a loud thump in the bedroom, Trent sprung to his feet, reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there. Years of being a SEAL, and a medic, allowed him to quickly assess the situation. He felt his heart break when he looked over at his boyfriend silently crying in the corner, covered up in his oversized college sweatshirt. Trent wanted to rush over and gather Clay up in his arms, but knew that that might make things worse.

Trent took a couple deep breaths and tried to recall everything that he had read about these sorts of scenarios. He had hoped never to have to use the skills he had learned in his PTSD classes but at the same time, wasn’t surprised that he had to use them for Clay. “Clay, babe?” Trent said quietly, seeing if he could get his boyfriend’s attention. “I’m going to turn on the light, okay?” He reached out and clicked on the lights. There was no response from Clay.

“Clay, it’s Trent,” Trent tried again to get Clay’s attention, walking around to Clay’s side of the bed but still keeping a good distance. “Bravo 4?” He added, hoping that the military designation might help. And it did. Clay looked directly at him.

Clay could hear someone talking to him but couldn’t figure out who it was. It was like he was trapped in a dream, where he couldn’t hear or speak properly. He tensed when the unknown male came around the bed, but then relaxed a bit when he recognized a fellow brother.

“Clay, how can I help?” Trent asked, not sure what to do next. He wanted to ask if Clay was alright, but that was obviously a silly question to ask. He sat down on the floor, not wanting to appear intimidating in any way.

Clay thought for a few minutes, playing with the string on the hoodie, trying to figure out what to ask without embarrassing himself further. He was starting to remember the previous night. Trent had taken him out for dinner for his birthday and then they hit the Bulkhead to drink with the team. Clay had too many beers to safely drive home and when Trent offered for him to sleep it off at his place, he jumped at the opportunity to stay over at his boyfriend’s place. He glanced over to the bed, the wet spot now clearly visible in the brightened bedroom.

Clay jumped up and started stripping the bed. He was so embarrassed. His first time sleeping over at Trent’s and he goes and wets the bed. They didn’t even have sex. “I’m sorry about your sheets,” Clay managed to choke out, tears starting up again. “I’ll…” Clay paused, having trouble getting the words out. “I’ll buy you some new ones.”

Trent could feel some tears of his own coming and quickly rubbed his own eyes to keep them at bay. “Clay, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He said clearly, taking the sheets that Clay had gathered and tossing them out into the hallway. “Now please, how can I help you?”

Clay looked over at Trent in amazement. He wasn’t kicking him out? Or laughing at him? Or running in the other direction? He fiddled with the hoodie string a bit more, and then clued in that it wasn’t even his sweatshirt, that it must be Trent’s. He looked over at his boyfriend, and realized how upset he looked. But Clay was pretty sure that it wasn’t because of wet sheets. “I have a therapist,” Clay blurted out, shocked at his own admission. “I’m talking to someone and I think it’s helping,” Clay added, wanting Trent to know that he was looking after his own health.

“I’m proud of you for doing that Clay,” Trent replied, knowing how hard it is for Clay to admit that he needs help. How hard it is for anyone to ask for help, especially SEALs.

“Can we have a shower?” Clay asked, changing the topic quickly. He didn’t want to talk anymore about what had happened and he could feel the wet fabric of his sleep pants cling uncomfortably to his skin. He really wanted to get clean but didn’t want Trent to go anywhere.

“Definitely,” Trent replied, leading the way to his washroom and turning on the shower to get the water warmed up. “Are you sure you want me here?” Trent asked, making sure that he understood what Clay was referring to before. He really wanted to hold Clay after what happened but didn’t want to cross any boundaries that Clay may need.

Clay nodded and stripped quickly out of his clothes and into the shower. He reached out an arm and pulled Trent in behind him, sighing as Trent wrapped his arms around his waist. This was safe. He was safe. Trent was safe. Now his mind just needed a bit more practice.

#seal team (tv)#seal team fanfic #clay spenser #trent sawyer #clay/trent #slash fic #childhood trauma #whump #hurt/comfort #reposting - chronologically

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chicgeekgirl89 · 4 years

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Mercy is Out of Your Reach: Chap. 5

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Sonny Quinn, Clay Spenser, Lisa Davis, Jason Hayes, and the rest of the team

Read Chapters 1-4 Here

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A strangled, choking gasp pulled Clay from his sleep. “Sonny?”

Bravo Three lay on the floor, body rigid as he struggled to get air into his lungs. Clay moved toward him, shifting so he could get Sonny’s head into his lap. “Breathe,” he commanded, willing it with every fiber of his being. “Sonny breathe damn it!”

Sonny’s eyes remained closed, sweat beading on his forehead. Clay could feel the heat of his skin through Sonny’s shirt. He grabbed the hem of his own shirt and tore off a piece, dipping it in their water bucket and pressing it against Sonny’s forehead.

A moment later, too long for Clay’s comfort, Sonny sucked in a half decent breath and his eyes fluttered open. “Clay,” he rasped.

“Right here.” Clay squeezed his arm reassuringly. “How was your nap princess?”

Sonny tried for a chuckle but it ended with a series of coughs and a long wheeze that doubled Clay’s worry. “Gotta…get…my beauty sleep.”

“Well I hate to tell you this, it’s not helping much,” Clay said forcing a smile and dabbing more cool water on his forehead.

“Still prettier’n you.”

“And you always will be.”

Sonny shifted, wincing as another breath rattled around in his lungs. “Clay—“

Clay felt a ripple of fear down his spine. He knew that tone of voice. “You just shut up and relax all right? Pretend I’m Diamond or Candy or…Sunshine at the Pleasure Palace.”

“Listen—“

“Sonny—“

“You gotta let me say it.”

“We’re gonna get out of here,” Clay said, his voice cracking as he tried to stay calm. “You don’t need to say anything.”

“But if we don’t—“

“No!” Clay dabbed the cloth more furiously. “They’re coming. Jason, Brock, Trent, Ray, Metal, they’re all coming for us.”

“Sometimes,” Sonny wheezed, “sometimes the cavalry comes too late.”

“That’s not going to happen this time.”

“But if it does—“

“It won’t—“

“Damn it just let me talk!” Sonny huffed.

Clay went quiet, not ready for what he was about to hear. Sonny took a breath. “You been, you been real great. I know I’ve been…not myself lately and I’m sorry. Clay you’re my brother, and I—I was too torn up about my own stuff to be real nice about everything with Rebecca, so I’m sorry for that. You’ve been a good friend, a good teammate and it’s been-“ his voice caught, “it’s been an honor to serve with you.”

Clay’s throat felt tight. “You too brother.”

“I need you,” Sonny coughed painfully, “I need you to do me a favor.”

“Anything.”

“I need you to tell Lisa—“

“No.” Clay set his makeshift cooling rag down. This was too much. He couldn’t go through this again. They’d almost lost Sonny in that torpedo tube and it had been hell. Somehow watching it happen in front of his eyes like this was worse. “No whatever you have to say, you’re going to tell her.”

“Please. You gotta tell her,” Sonny swallowed trying for another breath, “tell her I still love her. And I wish,” he coughed, “I wish it woulda gone different.”

Clay swallowed down the tears filling his eyes as he gently stroked Sonny’s damp hair. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Listen to me,” Sonny wheezed. “If you can…if you can get out of here. You go. You leave me here and you go.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Clay said roughly.

“Don’t be…an idiot. If you can leave…you get yourself out of here…and don’t worry about me.”

There was a commotion in the hall and the door opened, two men grabbing Clay and hauling him to his feet as Sonny slid off his lap. This time when he was dumped in front of Farhad he was alone. “What are you doing to my friend?” Clay asked.

“Your friend is dying,” Farhad said. “I don’t need him. He can’t tell me what I want to know when he’s barely conscious.”

Clay felt the bite of the man’s words in his gut. Time was running out and he had no way of helping either of them. “Just let us go man. Or ransom us or something,” Clay begged, once again lying through his teeth. A ransom video might give the team something to go on. “My parents, they’ll pay—“

“Enough!” The eyes turned on him were cold, glittering with hatred. “Enough of this nonsense. Tell me why you are in my country!”

“How many more times do I have to say it?” Clay asked. “We’re just backpacking—“

The blow to his back pitched him forward so his forehead cracked against the floor and he saw stars. What followed immediately was an assault on his ribcage so brutal he could feel as each one of them cracked. He curled into a ball, tried to protect himself from the blows raining down on him but it was impossible and all he could do was continue to try and stay alive as pain radiated from every part of his body.

He wasn’t sure how long it went on, he might have blacked out, but when it was finally over he could feel his right eye swelling shut and taste blood in his mouth. And breathing hurt like a bitch.

Farhad stooped low, speaking directly into his ear. “I am done. You think I am stupid? That I don’t know your team must be looking for you? I have other ways of gaining information. By the time they arrives I will be long gone. I will kill you and your friend and your team will find nothing but your mangled bodies—“

There was a tremendous bang and the whole room shook. Farhad stood up. “Take him back. Find out what’s going on. Now!”

Clay was dragged back to the cell, choking back cries of agony the entire way. They tossed him inside and he hit the floor with a strangled moan. He rolled onto his back and focused on staying conscious as each breath stabbed daggers through his chest.

“Clay?’ His name came out of Sonny’s mouth, raspy and choked.

“I’m all right,” Clay managed to get out. “I’m okay. But I think our time’s running out brother.”

“Yeah,” Sonny said, eyes closing again. “I thought it might be.”

Clay was still trying to figure out what had spared him from immediate death. A gas explosion? An attack?

The familiar staccato of gunfire came from down the hall. “Sonny,” Clay rasped. “Sonny d’you hear that?”

There was no response besides a labored, wheezing breath. “Sonny.” He tried to slide closer, but every movement was agony, and he could only drag himself a few inches before he had to stop.

More gunfire, closer this time. Footsteps pounded down the hall and the next thing he knew Jason Hayes and Brock Reynolds were looking at him through the bars like he was some kind of zoo exhibit. “Oh thank god,” Clay groaned as Jason used a key to open the door.

“Havoc Base this is Bravo One, we’ve got them. I repeat we have Sonny and Clay. Hey, you all right?” Jason dropped to his knees and put a hand on Clay’s shoulder.

“Get—get Sonny,” he moaned, curling in on himself as more pain stabbed through his ribs. “He’s bad Jase, he’s real bad.”

Jason’s eyes found Sonny in the far corner of the cell and he swore, keying his radio. “Bravo One to Bravo Four. Need you over here ASAP.”

“Copy that Bravo One. On my way,” Trent said.

“Can you sit up?” Jason asked Clay.

“Yeah, help me.” Clay sucked in a breath and tried not to scream as Jason got him more upright, grabbing onto his boss’ shoulder and squeezing tightly.

“Ribs?” Jason asked.

Clay nodded, trying to get the pain under control. “Sonny—“

“He’s breathing,” Brock assured him. He’d pulled Sonny into his lap, Cerb standing faithfully by his side.

“They dunked him,” Clay said between shallow breaths. “A lot. He’s got a fever, hasn’t been able to breathe.”

Trent arrived at that moment and got straight to work. “Here.” He handed Jason a shot of morphine. Clay breathed a sigh of relief as it took the edge off his pain, bringing it down to a level that was tolerable enough for him to think again. He abruptly remembered the reason they were here in the first place. “Jase! Jase, Farhad is here. He—“

“We know,” Jason said. “Don’t worry, we’ve got it under control.

Trent did a cursory examination of Sonny. “Probably pneumonia,” he said grimly. “His lungs sound bad. We gotta get him outta here.”

“I can walk on my own,” Clay said, but Jason silenced him with a look as he keyed his radio again. “Bravo Two how we looking out there?”

“Clearing you an exit now Bravo One.”

“Time to go.” Jason helped Clay to his feet. Even with the morphine. standing up doubled his pain and made his vision grey out.

“Hey, hey stay with me. We’re almost home,” Jason said roughly as Clay sagged against him.

Brock and Trent each took one side of Sonny and followed them down the hall. Clay spotted several bodies. Their boys had made quick work of the compound.

They made it almost all the way out of the building before they met resistance. Clay felt a horrible grating in his ribs as Jason took a sharp turn and shoved him behind a doorframe.

“Bravo Two we are taking heavy fire at the exit!” he yelled into the comms as he and Brock started firing back, while Trent held onto Sonny.

“Coming in hot!” Ray replied just before even more gunfire could be heard outside.

Within minutes the door was clear. “Let’s get you out of here,” Jason said, shouldering his weapon so he could get Clay up again.

They made it outside joining up with the rest of the team and a bunch of people in uniforms that Clay recognized as French special forces. “It is damn good to see your face,” Ray told him.

“You too,” Clay said, throat thick with relief.

“Let’s get them in the truck. Sonny needs help fast,” Trent said.

Clay didn’t even protest when his position in the truck ended up being cradled against Jason’s chest. He was exhausted and the morphine had started wearing off. “Start him on this.” Trent tossed Jason a bag of fluid and Jason began the IV in Clay’s arm while Trent hooked Sonny up to oxygen and his own IV’s.

“He told me to leave him,” Clay said, eyes glued to Sonny’s face.

“Course he did,” Jason muttered.

“They kept asking who we were. Wouldn’t give it up. If you hadn’t come when you did—“

“Hey, we got you now,” Ray said with a nod. “It’s all in the past.”

Clay let out a moan as the truck hit a pothole, jostling everyone onboard. “How’d you find us?”

“Davis. All Davis,” Jason said.

Thank god for that woman. He owed her so many beers. Heck he owed her a keg. Or maybe a yacht at this point.

Trent seemed satisfied with Sonny’s condition so he turned and looked at Clay, reaching for his wrist to take his pulse. “I’m all right,” Clay said, even though his head throbbed and his ribs felt like they’d been broken into thousands of tiny pieces.

“How’s your breathing?”

“My lung’s not punctured.” Clay let out a grunt as Trent lifted his shirt and began probing at him. “Just feels like it.”

“You could have internal bleeding.”

Trent hit a particularly bad spot and Clay jolted, letting out a pained cry. “All right, all right take it easy,” Jason said, as Clay fell back against him, heart hammering painfully in his chest. “You good?”

“Son of a bitch!” Clay gasped, fists clenched at his sides. “Oh god damn it that hurts!”

“Well your ribs are broke, of course they hurt,” Trent said gruffly.

“Tell me you got Farhad,” Clay said between gritted teeth. “Because if you didn’t I’m going back there to kill him myself.”

Jason nodded. “Metal, you ready?”

“We clear?” Metal asked.

“Roger that,” Brock told him from the driver’s seat.

“Then it’s boom time.” Metal pressed a trigger in his hand and Clay could hear an explosion in the distance.

“We got special permission to clean house,” Ray said with a grin.

“Clean or wipe it off the map?” Clay let out a chuckle, which he immediately regretted as pain stabbed through him. “Sonny woulda liked that.”

Ray looked at their buddy’s prone form. “We’ll tell him when he wakes up.”

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