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theysayitscrazy · 3 years

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Motel El Royale || Fan Fic Friday

Clay Spenser x Reader

Reader x Sonny Quinn Sister

A/N: Shout out to @bravo-four-seal-team and her goat series for the lovely conversation taking place in this.

Taglist: @rebelwrites @rebelreblogs @heathermann200 @bravo-four-seal-team

Warnings: Pillow talk, annoying brother antics, one bed...oops.

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Rain slashed against the Nova’s windshield. The wiper blades whipped back and forth, unable to keep up. After the second time the tires hydroplaned on the interstate, Clay swore. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes and continued staring out the passenger window. This trip was such a bad idea. Sonny was stranded in the middle of nowhere, another bad idea, and needed a ride. Only when you went to start your car, it wouldn’t start.

You cursed the POS silently for the 100th time that night.

You’d been at the bulkhead with the guys when Sonny had called you. Your brother was on his usual post-Davis-break-up bullshit, and you were annoyed when his face popped up on your phone. Not only had you gave him shit over the phone while sitting at the bar with the rest of Bravo, but you had called him back when your POS car wouldn’t start to give him more shit. Your car had worked fine on the way to the bar.

Sonny had called Clay, who and walked out of the bar while on the phone with him and motioned toward the Nova. After he hung up with your brother you sighed and walked over. “Why don’t you jump in?” Clay called across the parking lot.

“Because that sounds like a horrible idea,” you grumbled under your breath. Two hours trapped in the car with pretty boy was the last thing you wanted to that evening.

“We can go get him together,” Clay added, seeing your hesitation.

“Alright,” you called back to him. “Fuck my life,” you grumbled under your breath and grab your hoodie and purse off the passenger seat and headed toward Clay.

The drive had been relatively quiet. You’d taken over the radio as soon as Clay hit the interstate and headed out to the hills where Sonny had taken up residence.

The rain was icing on the cake, and you were exhausted when Clay pulled into, “Motel El Royle,” you grumble as you read the blinking Vacancy sign out by the highway.

“Looks like something out of Norman Bates movie,” Clay sighed. “There’s nothing else around,” he added as he pulled into the parking lot.

“If Chris Hemsworth comes stumbling in from the rain, I call dibs,” you murmur as he parks the nova in front of the office.

Clay shoots you a grin and nods once. “So, I get Dakota Johnson?” he asks.

You roll your eyes. “You can have Jeff Bridges.”

His laugh rumbles out of his chest, filling the quiet Nova, startling you.

You glance at him and wish you didn’t. Those pearly whites were flashing in the dim lighting from the motel building. His smile was infectious, and you found your lips tugging upwards. It was hard to be indifferent around him when all you wanted was to wrap your arms around him and pull his hard body against yours.

You couldn’t though. He was your brother’s best friend. There were bro codes about that. Shit you and brother had a bro-code about that.

“You alright?” Clay asks, catching you staring.

You snap out of it quickly and smirk, “Just imagining you looking like a drowned rat when you return from getting us a room.”

His grin falls and you smirk.

“Go be a gentleman and get us a couple rooms,” you say as rain beats down on the hood and roof of the Nova.

He shakes his head in disbelief but turns to get out of the car.

Once he’s out of the car and making the mad dash to the front door, you sigh. “Come on, Y/N, get your shit together already.”

Why did he have to be so God damn gorgeous? You watched him through the window, talking to the guy at the front desk. You needed a cold shower after the last two hours in the car with him. Something about the man and his sexy ass car made you hot. Fuck, everything about that man made you hot.

You watched as he grabbed the key from the front desk guy, before he headed toward the door and stopped, looking out. He was already soaking wet from his short walk inside. His grey t-shirt was clinging to his body more than it usually did.

He rolled those muscular shoulders back and braced himself for opening the door.

You grinned broadly at him and waved.

He sent a glower your way.

You blew him a flirt kiss and watched as a smirk pulled across his lips. Oooh baby boy was looking cocky as fuck as he strolled out of the motel and into the rain.

Only he didn’t walk to the driver’s side…he leisurely strolled around the Nova to the passenger side and pulled the door open before you could even think of locking it. “What are you doing?” you ask dumbly, as he reaches for your hand and pulls you out of the car.

Its pouring buckets. Too dangerous to drive, and this man is pulling you out into it. “Fuck Clay!” You shout as the piercing rain hammers down on you. “It hurts!”

He laughs and spins you out and away from the car, holding your hand. When he pulls you back and you spin into him, you gasp. Is he dancing in the rain with you?

You look up at him confused as he grins down at you.

There’s no music, but he wraps an arm around your waist, sliding his hand to the small of your back, and pulls you against him. “What are you doing?” you question, even though your hand slides up his bicep to rest on his shoulder.

“Just go with it,” he grins down at you. He squeezes the hand he’s still holding and begins to lead.

“Fuck,” you think to yourself as you let him guide you around in a small circle in the parking lot.

You can’t take your eyes off him. Those blue eyes are dark with desire and he’s watching you just as closely. There’s something magical about the moment and you suddenly don’t care that your soaking wet, clothes clinging to you, and freezing your ass off.

Clay’s gaze on you is all at that matters. His hand in yours. Your body pressed against his.

A ringing cell phone breaks the moment, and you jump back, startled.

Clay looks annoyed but pulls out the cell from his pocket and flashes you the screen so you can see that its Sonny. You nod once, and Clay walks around the car to the driver’s side as he answers the phone. You slide into the front seat and close the door behind you, shivering as you drip onto the leather seats.

“Yeah man,” Clay says, speaking over the roar of the rain on the roof of the car. “Nah, we had to pull over. The roads are flooding. We found a motel for the night. You gonna be good till morning?”

“Yeah brother,” Sonny’s voice was loud and clear in the Nova. “Don’t be gettin’ any ideas about my sister.”

“Sorry man, you’re breaking up! Storms loud! I’ll you in the morning,” Clay answered and hung up on Sonny.

You look over at Clay with a confused grin on your face.

He shrugs a shoulder and smiles. “Let’s go find our room.”

You’re suddenly nervous as Clay starts the car and heads around the building to the back. Once parked, you realize you don’t have anything. No clothes to change into. You’re soaking wet and freezing cold.

Clay parks the car and you both run out into the rain again, to get under the overhang. Clay unlocks the door quickly and you stumble through, only to stop dead when you see the one bed in the room. “Fuck,” you groan.

“What’s wrong?” Clay asks.

“There’s only one bed,” you mutter, pointing to the thing like it offended you.

“It was the last room they had,” Clay’s voice was soft behind you.

You sigh and walk further into the room and set down your purse. “Any chance you have clothes in your car?” you ask him over your shoulder.

“Uh… actually,” he says and nods once.

You glance at him.

“I might. Let me check.” He heads back out into the rain, and you move to the window to watch.

He uses his keys to open the trunk and you grin when he pulls out his ‘Go bag’.

A moment later he’s back in the room, dripping water all over the floor, bag slung over his shoulder. “You’re in luck. I just did laundry,” he grins as tosses the bag on the dinette table under the window.

Something about the table has you glancing around the motel room, taking it in again. 70’s wallpaper. Weird divider by the door. “Does this look like something the Winchester’s would stay in?” you ask, glancing around.

Clay chuckles but looks around too. “Alright, that’s a little creepy,” he admits.

You nod, but motion to the bag. “Think you got a pair of shorts and shirt in there I can wear? I’m gonna hit the shower.”

Clay nods and starts digging. A moment later he’s passing you a pair of drawstring shorts and a Navy t-shirt. You murmur a thanks and head into the bathroom.

You take your time in the bathroom, savoring the heat of the spray from the shower head. That little dance in the rain chilled you to the bone and you have no desire to head back out into the main room. That one bed, though a king size, was not going to do well for your poor attempts at staying away from your brother’s best friend.

Neither were his hairbrained ideas for dancing in the rain…and why would Sonny choose that moment to warn his buddy away? Was there something going on?

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. “You drowning in there?” Clay’s voice sounded amused on the other side.

“I’ll be right out,” you call back and sigh. “Fuck my life,” you grumble to yourself.

After you dry off and change into his much larger, but dry clothes, you wrap the towel around your hair on top of your head to dry, and head out into the main room.

Clay’s standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, dripping everywhere.

“Shit, you must be freezing,” you admonish and move out of the way. “Go!” you point toward the bathroom.

He nods and grabs a bundle of clothes off the bed.

While he’s showering you make quick work of hanging your wet clothes from the curtain rods and crank the heat up, praying your clothes would be dry by morning. Then you dig in your purse for a brush and hair tie, before you brush out your hair and pull it back into ponytail.

You glance around and realize its late. It’s past midnight, so you pick your side of the bed and crawl in, setting your phone on the nightstand. You shut the light off, and leave the one on, on the other side of the bed.

Your heart races when you hear the water shut off in the bathroom. You think about closing your eyes, but you’re too wired, and what’s the point. He’d know you wouldn’t be sleeping yet… and thank God you didn’t.

Clay walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers, carrying his wet clothes. He glances at you to see you watching him and then heads to the curtains to hang his own wet clothes next to yours, above the heater.

“You cool with sharing?” he asks you, hovering next to the side of the bed.

You glance over your shoulder at him and nod.

Then he’s sliding into bed and the large king size, suddenly feels small. His large body takes up so much space, you know if you roll over from your little square that you claimed, you’d be touching him.

A moment later, the room descends into darkness as he shuts off the light. You let out a yawn and try to get comfortable but find that you’re still too wired to sleep. You turn onto your back and stare up at the dark ceiling.

“You alright over there?” Clay’s voice is soft in the dark.

“Mmm,” you respond, not sure what to say.

“What kind of trouble you think Sonny got up to this time?” Clay asks.

You let out small laugh and shrug in the dark. “Knowing him, something ridiculous.”

Clay’s rumbling laugh shakes the bed, and you grin. God sometimes your brother could find the most ridiculous situations to end up in. “Like the Goats?” Clay asked.

You bust out laughing hysterically. “From the Goat dealer?”

Clay answering laugh shakes the bed again.

“Then the cats?” You bring up, remembering when your brother tried to get rid of the goats.

“Blackburn was so pissed!” Clay laughed.

“But then you dumbasses had to take on a bull,” you smirk at him in the dark, rolling onto your side to face him. There was just enough light peaking through the curtains for you to make out the outline of his face.

Clay laughed again. “To be fair, I thought as long as I outran Sonny, I’d be fine.”

You laugh and hit his shoulder. “Oh, great best friend you are.”

“At least I didn’t leave Butt-head in Blackburn’s car,” Clay chuckled and rolled on his side to face you.

You shake your head at him. “I swear you guys are a bunch of overgrown man children,” you chuckle.

Clay grins at you and props up on an elbow and rests his head against his fist, watching you.

As the conversation lulls, you think about Clay’s conversation with Sonny earlier. “Hey Clay?” you murmur.

“Yeah Y/N,” he responds softly.

Your heart flutters at hearing your name in the dark, from the blond God. “Why did Sonny tell you not to get any ideas about me?” You bite your lower lip, wondering why you even bothered asking.

Clay’s quiet a moment before he slides closer to you. His hand reaches out in the dark and finds your body. His hand slides down your side and around your back, before he’s pulling you against him. “I thought by now, that’d be obvious,” he murmurs, his face inches from your own.

Your breathing is ragged as your heartbeat ticks up. Is this really happening?

You reach your hand up between your bodies to run your fingers through his scruffy beard. “And what’s obvious?” you ask.

He pulls your body even closer and then his hand slides up your back to the back of your head. He tilts your head to the side with his large hand and pulls you to him as he captures your lips in a searing kiss.

You slide your fingers into his hair and pull him toward you.

You lay there, making out for a while before he pulls back and hovers over you. “Obvious enough?” he asks.

“Mm, no,” you smirk up at him. “I think you’re gonna have to spell it out for me.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Go out with me,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oohh, getting a little demanding over there.”

He chuckles and leans down, claiming your lips in another breathtaking kiss.

“Mmm,” you moan into the kiss.

“Yes?” he mumbles when he comes up for air.

You roll your eyes and pull him on top of you. “Yes, you blonde idiot,” you answer, and kiss him again.

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theysayitscrazy · 3 years

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Like you expected me not to land here 😂

“Maybe if you actually stop staring at him and talk to her, you might have a chance.” And “You love them.” “Wha-what!? Haha, no I don’t!” “Okay, so you make moon eyes at them every single time you’re around them only because they’re your friend then?” “I don’t make ‘moon eye’s.” “You’re doing it right now.”

Maybe Sonny/Jase has been very observant and notices how the reader looks at our young blondie

Late Night Confessions

Clay Spenser x Reader

Tag List: @rebelwrites @bravo-four-seal-team @heathermann200

You’re late when you hit the Bulkhead after your shift. Jason had texted you three times, but you were in Command with the other officers and didn’t have your phone. Davis had asked if you were heading out when she left, two hours before, but you had loose-ends to tie up on your intel package. So, you stayed, and worked well into the evening.

By the time you left Command and retrieved your phone, Jason had sent three texts and so had Sonny. You were exhausted and weren’t sure you even wanted to head out with the guys. A hot bath and your bed were calling your name.

It was Blackburn that changed your mind though. He had convinced you that it’d been a long week, and that everyone could use a drink and some down time. So, you agreed and followed him out.

When you entered the Bulkhead though, the place was packed, and Bravo had claimed their usual corner around the pool table and dart board. Sonny and Clay were tossing darts, while Trent and Metal had an intense game of eight-ball going that everyone else was betting money on.

You had said your hellos to everyone immediately before you headed to the bar and ordered a Vodka Seven with lime and settled on a stool to wait. You help yourself to some bar nuts and look over at your team. Everyone is laughing and smiling. Yelling over each other. All but Metal and Trent…who’s game is overly intense. It makes you smile and shake your head.

Metal looks ready to kill and Trent is stone faced as he eyes the table.

Clay catches your eye as you look over at him and Sonny and tosses a wink your way.

Thankfully, the bartender chose that moment to set your drink down before you, so you don’t have to worry about schooling your features to appear aloof, because the most gorgeous man in the bar chose to wink at you. And damn, was he the most gorgeous man in the bar.

Clay had a gone from a cocky little shit, when he’d first joined Bravo a couple years ago, to a well-respected teammate and brother to everyone on Bravo.

Everyone but you. Sure, you got along fine on the job. You managed to keep your professionalism with him. You never let on to your feelings. But when you weren’t at work? You forced yourself to keep your distance. You stayed friendly enough around the team to not raise suspicions, but the more you drank, the further you had to stay away.

Or your secret would be out.

“Maybe if you actually stop staring at him, and talk to him, you might have a chance,”Jason murmured next to you.

You look over at him, not even realizing he sat down eat the bar next to you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sighed, and shrug a shoulder, before turning back to your drink.

“Okay, so you make moon eyes at Clay every single time you’re around him, only because he’s your friend then?” Jason argued.

You shot him a sharp look. “I don’t make ‘moon eye’s,” you countered, rolling your eyes.

“You’re doing it right now.”Jason looks over and takes his time surveying you.

You don’t appreciate his scrutiny and turn to face him head on. It’s not Jason, your friend watching you though. It’s Bravo One, team leader. “What’s on your mind, Jase?” you asked, hoping to get him to at least ease into whatever brunt assessment he’s about to make.

“You love him,” Jason stated with a tilt of his head, watching you.

“Wha-what!? Haha, no I don’t!” You sputtered, so completely caught off guard, you can’t even gather your composure.

Jason’s Cheshire smile is obnoxious and knowing and uncalled for.

You roll your eyes and turn away from. You knew coming out tonight was a bad idea. You were exhausted and didn’t have your walls up thick enough. You felt vulnerable and unsettled that someone called you out.

He wasn’t wrong, either. Some how in the last couple years, you’d fallen for the SEAL and there was nothing you could do about it. The navy had strict no fraternization rules. You were an officer. He was enlisted. There were endless cons standing in the way.

Not to mention, he never once gave off the impression that he was interested.

You take a swig from your glass and slide from the barstool. “Goodnight,” you tell him, set the glass down on the bar and turn to leave.

“Y/N,” Jason puts his hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“Leave it, Jase,” you sigh, and shrug off his hand.

You leave the bar without saying goodbye to anyone. You’re too raw. Too emotional, as the tears threaten to fall as you push through the front door of the Bulkhead.

You make it all the way to your SUV before someone calls your name, “Jase, I said leave it,” you snap, turning to face him.

Only it’s not Jason.

It’s Clay.

“Shit,” you sigh, when you see him. You have to look away to keep the tears at bay.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” his concern is heartwarming, and annoying at the same time.

He steps forward, and you have to take a step back. He stops in his tracks and watches you, warily.

“Sorry,” you sigh, glance at him. “It’s just been a long day,” you murmur, trying to play it off, even though your voice cracks and the tears spill over.

He’s pulling you into his arms immediately. One hand cradles the back of your head while the other rests low on your back as he wraps you in his warm embrace. The tears fall freely as you rest your forehead against his shoulder, in the crook of his neck, and rest your hands on his hips. He’s wearing a white Henley that hugs his shoulders like a second skin. Its one of your favorite shirts on him. A backwards hat over scruffy, curly hair that you just want to tangle your fingers in.

Your stiff in his arms. You keep your hands on his hips, fisted in his shirt.

But the tears keep flowing and a stifled sob wracks your body.

“Y/N,” he breathes your name, and pulls you tighter against his body. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Your walls crumble with that one word, and you let the sobs consume you and wrap your arms around his waist and tangle your fingers in the back of his shirt.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

You shake your head and pull away. You wipe your tears and try to steady your breathing. “I can’t, I’m sorry. I need to go.”

You turn away from him and unlock your car.

Clay’s hand lands on your arm and he sighs. “Y/N.”

“Clay, just leave it. I’m fine, just having a bad night.”

“At least let me drive you home,” he says, sliding his hand down your arm to your hand. You take a deep breath when his hand wraps around yours.

The heat of his hand on yours sends butterflies through your tummy. You can’t help but wrap your fingers around his for a moment before you relinquish your keys. You don’t look at him as you walk around your car. You do happen to see Jason watching from the steps of the Bulkhead. You give him a little wave and head to the passenger door of your SUV.

Clay starts the vehicle, and you adjust the volume on the stereo as the music starts blasting.

The drive is quiet, and you zone out, lost in your thoughts, not paying attention to where Clay is driving. When the car shuts off, you snap out of your daze and finally look around. You’re at a rocky cliffside, overlooking Virginia Beach below. The ocean reflects the city lights, and you gasp at the beauty of it.

Without thinking, you undo the seat belt and get out of the car. You walk over to the rocky edge and climb up on a large boulder and sit down.

Clay slides next to you, so close your sides are touching. You ignore the heat of his body as you stare out into the night. “So you wanna talk about why you were crying?” he asks.

“No.” You shake your head.

“How about what you and Jason were fighting about?”

Again, you shake your head.

“How about, why you’ve been avoiding me the last couple months?”

“I haven’t been ignoring you,” you answer immediately, shaking your head. You hadn’t. You made it a point to be as normal as possible when around him at work. After hours, you kept your distance, but that was easy to do in a large group. You could still go to the Bulkhead with the boys and laugh and joke, without looking like you were keeping your distance.

You just made sure to leave before you got too tipsy, and made sure it was never just you and Clay left at the end of the night.

“Fine, you’ve been distant,” he counters.

“Clay,” you sigh, looking down at your hands and start playing with a button on your uniform. “Just forget it.”

“Nope, that’s not happening,” he sighs and turns to you. “Sorry babe, I’m not letting you hide from me anymore,” he grabs your hand and laces your fingers together.

Startled, you look up and gasp when you find his face inches from you. “Clay,” you mumble.

“Stop thinking,” he smirks and cradles your face with his other hand and brings your mouth to his. You lean into him and let him guide the kiss.

“What was that for?” you murmur a while later.

His forehead is resting against yours and your eyes are still closed. You don’t want to ruin the moment, but you have to know where his head is at.

“You love me?” he asks.

Your eyes fly open as your heart races in your chest. You pull back to see him better. He’s watching you through half-lidded eyes. “Yeah,” you answer, finally admitting it.

He smiles easily and kisses you again. “I love you too, Y/N. I have for a while.”

“We can’t do this,” you murmur.

“Who says?”

“The Navy?” you reply.

“They don’t have to know,” he answers easily.

You shake your head at his easy confidence. It was what attracted you to him at first. What had originally come off as cocky arrogance, had really been an easy confidence of man that had everything he wanted and was comfortable with who he was. “And we hide from our friends and family? I can’t live my life in secret. I won’t do that,” you shake your head.

You can feel the emotions welling again, as the thoughts of keeping your feelings to yourself overwhelm you again.

“Hey, hey,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him. “Is that what all this about? Why you didn’t tell me how you felt? Why you’ve been distant?”

You nod against his chest.

“Aww baby,” he sighs and rocks you gently. “We’ll figure all that out. I wish you would have told me how felt sooner, instead of bottling all this inside.” He rubs a hand down your back. “We’ll tell Bravo. They won’t say anything. There’s no reason to keep this from our friends and family. We’ll keep it from the Brass. You don’t have to worry about it.”

You sigh in contentment and nod. You believe him. “I love you,” you smile, glad to finally be able to confess your feelings.

“I love you too, babe.”

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theysayitscrazy · 3 years

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Doctor's Orders

Chapter 1:

Master Chief Jason Hayes was beside himself with worry. How in the hell had lunch, turned into a massacre? He was still trying to wrap his head around it. Him and the team had been having lunch at a restaurant near base, when a gunman had come in and opened fire on the patrons and staff.

Several people had been killed instantly, before Bravo could take control of the situation and knock the gunman on his ass.

Clay had been caught in the crossfire though. Their rookie, their kid, had taken three shots to the torso and leg that had him on his back, close to bleeding out. Trent had gotten a quick handle on things and managed to control the bleeding, especially with the shot to the gut being so damn worrisome.

At twenty-seven, Clay had been the youngest ever in history to make Tier-one status. The kid had only been with Bravo for six months, he was still new to the team, but he was theirs. Their rookie. There was no way they were going to lose the kid Stateside to some extremist with a vendetta in a restaurant.

Jason could only watch on helplessly as the EMT’s worked on his kid while they raced down the street to Chastain Memorial in Virginia Beach.

~*~

Bravo Team along with Blackburn and Davis were already waiting when Clay’s ambo arrived. When the doors flew open, Jason sat back out of the way while the EMT’s moved with the surge of nurses and Dr.’s moving forward. As he climbed down, he could his team already waiting.

He headed over to his team as young female doctor stormed into the ER. “Talk to me, what do we got?” her voice was steady and commanding.

The team of nurses and doctors around her rattled off a list of stats; blood pressure, oxygen levels, and a bunch of other stuff that Jason couldn’t track. The young female doctor that took charge, responded to each and every person with a calm and steady, but authoritative voice. She was in charge here.

“Isn’t that his wife?” Davis asked.

Jason looked over at Davis. “Wife?” he asked, confused and looked back to young woman working on their kid. Black hair up in a bun. Pale white skin, with sharp features. Thin, but hard to tell under the long-sleeved shirt she wore under blue scrubs.

“Kinda looks like the pictures he has hangin in his cage,” Sonny squinted at her.

“None of you have met his wife?” Blackburn questioned, looking annoyed at Bravo.

“We’ve tried,” Sonny murmured. “He always said she was working.”

Davis pulled up her phone and instantly searched Facebook for Clay’s page. They were friends so she pulled up his photos and scrolled through to try and find one of him and his wife. He kept his page pretty anonymous though, but she finally found one. “It’s her,” she said and held up her phone for the guys to see it.

There in the photo was Clay sitting in a chair, leaned back with his arm around the beautiful young woman on his lap. They both looked young in the photo. It must have been a couple years old. She was beautiful though. Long black hair hung in waves down to her waist, bright green eyes sparkled with mischief in the photo and a dazzling white smile. She was smiling broadly at the camera, while Clay only had eyes for her. His head was turned, and his baby blues were gazing up her with admiration and love shining clear as day on his face.

“How did we let this happen?” Ray asked, looking at the young doctor barking orders in the emergency room. “How have we not met her yet?”

“He’s only been on the team six months,” Jason murmured, “we’ve tried to get him to open up.”

“He’s always said she was working crazy hours being a doctor,” Sonny murmured.

“Alright, let’s move! I want him upstairs and prepped for surgery in five! Let’s move, let’s move, let’s move!” she commanded.

Bravo could only watch on helplessly, as the team of nurses and doctors wheeled Clay out of the trauma room and down the hall, not one person glanced their way.

~*~

Several hours later, Bravo was starting to get restless, when Naima Perry, Ray’s wife, walked into the hospital waiting room. “Hey baby,” she murmured and kissed Ray as he greeted her.

“Any word?” Jason asked, immediately. He was impatient on a good day, and worse on a bad day. He needed answers.

“Surgery is taking longer than expected, but he’s doing well. The bullet perforated his colon, but Kara is fixing him up,” Naima smiled easily.

“What can you tell us about her?” Ray asked, “we haven’t gotten the chance to meet her yet.”

“Well, I can tell you a great deal actually. She’s good friend. We have lunch together twice a week,” Naima explained, glancing around at the team.

Jason was uncomfortable with her easy smile. He loved Naima, but he couldn’t help but feel like he had failed the kid, and by not meeting his wife yet, was just another failure in Jason’s eyes.

“So, let’s hear it,” Sonny asked, “She a good surgeon?” Sonny asked.

“Kara’s an amazing surgeon,” Naima nodded easily. “She’s a bit of a child prodigy actually. Speaks half a dozen languages or so, bachelor’s degree at eighteen, double medical degree in both general medicine and epidemiology. Chose to become a surgeon and is on the fast track through a fellowship in orthopedics. She’s the youngest surgeon ever in Chastain’s history to make the fellowship program.”

“How old is she?” Davis asked, looking fairly impressed.

“Twenty-seven,” Naima smiled.

“She’s just a kid,” Jason sighed and rubbed a hand over his hair.

“Maybe so,” Naima nodded at him, “But she’s utterly brilliant. Did you know that her and Clay grew up in Africa together?”

“Really?” Ray asked, “Clay doesn’t talk much about his childhood.”

Naima nodded, “Yeah, they’ve known each other all their lives. They have a pretty amazing story. You should hear it from them though,” she said.

“Thanks Naima,” Davis smiled at her.

“Come on, I can take you upstairs to the surgical waiting room and at least be closer to when he’s moved into recovery.”

They followed Naima to the elevators and headed up to the 3rd floor. It was quiet when they reached the surgical floor. As they got out of the elevator, they stopped to take in the scene in front of them. Kara was leaning against a glass window, one arm up and braced on the window, with her forehead resting on her arm. She was clearly taking a moment of peace to herself, while watching a patient through the window. In her other hand, a metal clip board used for medical charts was dangling from her fingers.

From where they stood, some fifty feet away, she hadn’t notice them yet, but they could see the worry and fear etched on her face. As they watched, an older black-haired doctor approached her. “Dr. Spenser,” the man’s voice was cold and deep, and sent Kara immediately on guard.

Whatever peace she had was gone, and the tension rolled across her back as she turned toward the older man. “Dr. Gavelston,” Kara’s voice came out clipped and carried down the hall.

Ray shifted, recognizing the name as the same Doctor that sometimes-hassled Naima.

They couldn’t hear what the man said, but Kara’s voice rang out loud and clear. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” she flung down the metal clipboard so hard that bounced on its corner and rocketed down the hall like a projectile.

Before Bravo could even interject, two other doctors were racing down the hallway toward the altercation.

A blonde man and woman, headed straight for Kara and Gavelston. “Is that Hawk?” Sonny asked, tilting his head.

“Dr. Conrad Hawkins,” Naima nodded. “And his wife Nicolette. He’s Clay’s brother.”

“No shit,” Brock murmured.

“Did you know?” Davis asked the guys.

“I knew,” Blackburn nodded.

They watched as Hawkins had to physically restrain Kara, who tried to launch herself at the older man. “That’s enough Gavelston,” Nicolette spat at him.

Gavelston smirked, but finally backed off and headed back the direction he had come from.

Naima started walking again, so the guys followed, but Kara abruptly pushed Hawk away and stormed into the patient room and shut the door behind her.

Hawk looked away from the window and over their way as they walked up. Recognition hit his face after he surveyed them all closely. “Well, if it isn’t Bravo Team,” he greeted with a smile.

“Hey Hawk,” Jason greeted and held out his hand.

Conrad shook his hand and then moved on to everyone else. “Long time since Echo Team,” Trent grinned and shook Hawk’s hand.

“Yeah, long time man,” Hawk grinned and shook his head.

“Everything alright there?” Blackburn motioned to what had happened in the hallway beyond.

“Oh yeah,” Hawk answered with a smile. “Gavelston’s a dick… and Kara doesn’t put up with his shit.”

“Clay’s your brother?” Davis asked.

“Yeah,” Hawk nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. “Same Ash-hole father, different mom’s,” he explained.

“That sucks,” Sonny muttered.

Hawk smirked and shrugged, “Clay probably got the shit end of the stick on that front though. I never had to carry the name in the Navy.” As he spoke the blonde woman doctor walked over, carrying the metal clipboard that Kara had flung down the hall in a fit of rage. “Guys, this is my wife, Nic. Nic, these guys are Clay’s teammate from Bravo.”

“Nice to meet you guys,” she said with a friendly smile, “I hate to run, but I’ve gotta meet a patient,” she said and handed Hawk the clipboard.

Jason moved around Hawk to look into the window of the room that Kara had gone in. Clay was laying back in bed with an oxygen tube running to his nose and an IV in his arm. He otherwise looked relatively okay.

Kara was sitting with her back to the window in a chair facing Clay. Her fingers were laced through his and she was watching him.

“How’s he doing?” Jason asked.

Hawk flipped open the clipboard and started reading. “The next forty-eight hours are critical,” he nodded and glanced up. “As long as he doesn’t develop an infection or go sepsis, he should be fine.” He could see the worry lining all their faces, so he continued. “His vitals are strong, though. I watched the surgery. She did amazing work. The small intestine was perforated, but she managed to get things put back together. It could have been a lot worse. He could have been looking at a colostomy bag, but Kara worked a miracle. It’s what took so long. The shoulder bullet was through and through. No arteries or bones nicked. His thigh was a little tricky too, she had to dig out the bullet and reconnect the nerve endings. He’ll need physical therapy, but I’m sure he’ll be back to operating in no time,” Hawk looked up and met their gazes.

They all let out a shaky breath and smiled. “So, he’ll be able to operate again?” Jason asked, confirming.

Hawk grinned. “I think Kara will be kicking his ass out of the house before long because he’s driving her crazy and he’ll be back to operating.” Hawk turned to Naima “Can you get assigned up here?” he asked her.

She nodded, “I’ll have to ask, but I don’t see it being a problem.”

“Get me the paperwork and I’ll sign off on it,” Hawk nodded. “I know Kara will feel better with a friend looking after him.”

Naima smiled and nodded. “I’ll go do it right now,” she said. She pressed a kiss to Ray’s lips before she hurried away.

#SEAL Team #Clay Spenser #Jason Hayes #Trent Sawyer #Full Metal #Scott Carter #Ray Perry #Naima Perry #The Resident #Conrad Hawkins #Brock Reynolds #Clay Spenser x OC #Clay Spenser Fan Fic #Seal Team Fan Fic

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Doctor’s Orders || Chapter Thirteen NSFW

MASTER LIST // AO3 // FFN

TW: conversations of past rape, underage rape, no graphic descriptions, but conversations nonetheless. You've been warned.

Chapter 13:

Jason could feel the undercurrent of uneasiness ripple around the room the moment Bravo and Alpha Teams entered Command. There were usually several other support personnel loitering around, talk gear needs and logistics all leading up to the grand reveal of the mission.

There were only three people inside command when Bravo and Alpha entered. Blackburn, Davis, and Mandy Ellis. They stood at the front of the room waiting for the two teams to enter.

Jason glanced around. “Where’s Clay and Kara?” he asked.

“They’ll be in shortly. Have a seat gentlemen,” Blackburn greeted.

Without speaking, the two teams sat around the conference table, leaving two seats on opposite sides of the table. One next to Sonny, Clay’s usual spot, and Jason left one open between him and Ray. “You’re not gonna let them sit next to each other?” Ray asked, shooting Jason a look.

“Nah, gotta split the Spenser’s up,” Sonny grinned. “Can’t have them too cozy out there on deployment.”

“You do realize, she outranks you, right?” Davis leveled Sonny with a look.

Sonny’s mouth opened comically, but he was saved when the door opened and Clay walked in, followed by Kara in full camo uniform. Her hair was pulled back into a neat and tidy bun. With her sharp cheekbones and black hair and now in fully camo uniform, it was easy to tell she was another O’Connell.

One glance between the two Spenser’s and Jason could tell there was something going on. Clay paused when he saw the seating arrangement and shot a glare at Sonny. He didn’t say anything though as he rounded the table and stayed standing.

“Attention on deck,” Blackburn commanded.

All the men immediately stood, Blackburn and Davis included, and saluted. It took Jason a moment to realize they were saluting Kara.

The double eagles pinned to both sides of Kara’s collar was a surprise. Captain.

“At ease gentleman,” Kara’s voice was soft, but strong.

“Captain, really?” Metal shot out the minute he was allowed.

Kara smirked at him. “’I missed ordering you around Master Chief.”

Metal cursed and shook his head. Derrick burst out laughing. Kara grinned and shot him a wink.

Jason on the other hand was not amused. “Captain?” he asked her, a look of annoyance on his face. “You couldn’t have mentioned this yesterday?” he asked her, referring to their poolside chat.

Kara, for her part, did look slightly sheepish. “It wasn’t made official until today. With my prior rank and current medical training, I was recommissioned as an O-6 officer,” she explained, meeting his gaze.

“So, what does this mean for the team? Deployment?” he asked, unable to hide his frustration. It was one thing to have a strap on their back for the whole mission, but a cake-eater? It could be career suicide.

Kara eyed him steadily. It was enough to make him uncomfortable. “I outranked Alpha team when I rolled them for three years,” she stated. “Scott, how’d that go?” she asked.

“Besides being a royal pain in my ass?” Metal grinned at Kara who rolled her eyes. Metal turned to Jason and said, “She never interfered with the mission or called rank unless in the hospital. She was just another team member I ordered around, as much as she thinks otherwise,” he turned back to Kara with a look at the end.

Jason had to grin at that. There was something comforting about Kara and Metal’s friendship.

“So, nothing’s changed this time,” Kara looked up at Jason. “It’s your team, you’re still team leader. I’m just a doctor strapped to your team. Treat me as such,” she informed him.

Jason watched her for a moment and when she smiled reassuringly, he finally nodded. “Alright, I can do that.”

She smiled and nodded, “Alright then,” she agreed and motioned to the seat between him and Ray. “For me?”

Jason nodded.

When they were all seated around the large conference table, Jason looked across the table to see Clay watching his wife warily. The tension was radiating off his body and once again, Jason wondered just what in the hell they were about to learn.

“Alright gentleman, listen up,” Blackburn started things off. “In ten days, we will deploy to Africa. Accra, Ghana to be exact. There’s a Marine base there on the coast. We will spend the next two months stationed there while working the surrounding areas. Our mission, to take down and capture as many Boko Haram leaders as possible.”

“Boko Haram,” Jason questioned, “Since when are they a threat? I thought they’ve been low level targets for years?”

“And they have been,” Mandy Ellis started. “Ten years ago, two of our agents managed to put such a significant dent into the Boko Haram network, they’ve been a nonissue to the US for the last decade. In the last year, they’ve been gathering resources. They’ve been growing bolder, and with that, sloppier,” Mandy glanced between Clay and Kara. Jason looked over at the two to see they only had eyes for each other. “Because of that sloppiness, we managed to get a lead and find the location of this man.” She pressed a button on her clicker and a photo of a dark-skinned African man popped up on the screen. “Our HVT is Boko Haram leader, Shien Abubakar.”

There was a murmur around the room as the men recognized the name. “I thought he disappeared years ago? Hasn’t he been on the CIA’s most wanted list for over a decade?” Ray asked.

“Again,” Mandy’s eyes flashed between Clay and Kara, and Jason got a bad feeling, “ten years ago, two of our agents managed to put such a dent into the Boko Haram network, Abubakar didn’t have a choice, but to run. Our agents had bankrupted him, and turned his whole network inside out, he didn’t know who to trust. So, he went underground. He’s only surfaced again in the last year.”

Mandy shot Clay a pleading look and Jason felt his heart stop in chest. Clay glanced away from Kara only momentarily to see Mandy before he steeled his shoulders and Kara nodded once. Clay cleared his throat and every eye in the room swiveled to him. “When we were fifteen,” Clay nodded his head toward Kara, “We were in a small town in Liberia with our grandparents. Kara’s brothers had already joined the Navy and left Africa. So, it was just the two of us with both of our grandparents. When one night Boko Haram stormed the village. Our grandparents were killed, and Kara and I were kidnapped.”

“Holy shit,” Sonny breathed next to Clay.

Jason felt ice run down his spine as he watched Kara and Clay. He was glancing around the room, making eye contact with different people as he told his story, but Kara only had eyes for Clay. A preternatural stillness settled over her, while she watched her husband speak.

“They put hoods over our heads and threw us in the back of a Humvee. They brought us to their headquarters and then proceeded to interrogate us,” Clay continued.

When Kara spoke up, Jason was almost startled. She’d been so silent, so still. “They forced Clay to watch as they raped me, repeatedly.” Kara’s voice was calm and steady, but there was an undercurrent of rage beneath her words.

Metal’s head fell back to look at the ceiling as he closed his eyes, while his hands came up to rest on his hat-covered head.

Several curses went around the room and Jason’s blood ran cold.

Davis gasped and tried to cover it quickly.

Mandy was trying and failing to look stoic, like she’d already known the story.

“While his men raped me, Shien Abubakar, stood by and watched, and laughed, and taunted,” Kara’s voice cracked, and she looked down. Jason’s heart broke as she started fiddling with a button on her uniform. “Eventually, Clay managed to get free and killed one of the guards.” She looked up and met Clay’s eyes again. “Together we searched their compound and killed every last one of them.”

“But we never found Abubakar,” Clay concluded. His voice was gravel. Jason could see the reverence Clay held for Kara, written all over his face.

Kara didn’t take her eyes off Clay though as she continued speaking. “So, I vowed that day that I would find him. I would make him pay for what he did to me... Only a man like that… he doesn’t care about pain. He doesn’t have morals. He only cares about one thing… his money. So, Clay and I spent the next three years doing everything we could to tear down his empire.”

“We uh,” Clay scratched his head and glanced around, “we eventually made enough waves, that we hit the CIA’s radar, and they recruited us.” Clay glanced at Jason and Jason nodded reassuringly. “For three years we worked with the CIA to take down Boko Haram.”

“And in those three years you two managed to wipe out Boko Haram so thoroughly, it’s taken a decade for them to rebuild,” Mandy stated.

Kara shook her head, “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “It was all for nothing. We never found him. We drove him underground. And he still managed to hurt us in the end.”

“What do you mean?” Sonny asked.

Clay glanced at Jason again. “The shooting at the restaurant wasn’t random. Neither was the hospital bombing attempt. They were a hit.”

Chaos erupted in the room as both Bravo and Alpha teams cursed and started yelling.

“How do you know?” Jason asked over the yelling.

Kara spoke up when things quieted down a bit. “Hospital policy dictates that all the bullets from all shooting victims are sent to the police department. I have a working relationship with Captain Linstrott of the Virginia Beach Police Department. I’ve worked cases with him before. So, I asked him if he could send me a copy of the ballistics report when it came back. When he gave me the report, I had a feeling, so I sent a copy to Higgins. He used to be our handler back in the day.”

“Higgins confirmed it was a hit. The bullets were modified, the same modification that Boko Haram uses. CIA picked up chatter that Abubakar had resurfaced and was making waves within the network again. Gathering his forces again. Gaining benefactors for the cause,” Clay finished.

There was a numb silence as Clay quit speaking.

Jason was at a loss for words. His rookie had been a CIA operative for three years. He rubbed a hand over his head and looked around the room. Alpha team looked gutted, absolutely wrecked. Metal especially.

Eric read the room well and said, “Why don’t we take a thirty-minute break, and then we’ll reconvene.”

Clay was up and out of seat the moment Blackburn stopped speaking. He stood up on his chair and walked right across the table to Kara, where he jumped down and crouched before her. He cradled her face in his hands and pulled her into a passionate kiss, right in front of all of them.

~*~

Kara took a deep breath before she pushed open the door to Alpha’s Lounge. While each team had their own lounge on base that was connected to their cage room, Alpha’s had become a second home away from home for her in a sense.

They had fifteen minutes before they were expected back in Command, and Kara wanted to speak to Scott before they were locked back in the briefing.

She found him sitting on the couch, in the dark, alone.

She flipped one of the several switches on the wall, so only the soft ambient lighting turned on, and headed toward Scott.

He looked up as she neared, and his face fell. She could see the tears in his eyes as she came before him. “Hey old man,” she murmured when she stopped before him.

“Come ‘ere kid,” his voice was ragged, but he reached for her, and she went graciously, falling into his lap as he pulled her into a bone crushing hug.

He buried his head into her shoulder and Kara wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders.

~*~

Clay found Jason in Bravo’s cage room, throwing a tennis ball against the wall and catching it over and over. The steady thumping of the ball hitting the floor then the wall on repeat reminded Clay of a heartbeat. The rhythmic beating of a heart. That was what Jason was to Bravo Team. The heart, the leader, the steady driving force that kept the team together.

Clay leaned against the table in the center of the room and crossed his arms. He was content to sit back and wait for Jason to speak first. Jason glanced at him and tossed the ball again. “You know,” Jason shook his head and sighed. “This whole time I’ve been thinking I was a shitty team leader. Missed key things about your life that directly related to the Team Life… but now I know it wasn’t me being a shitty leader at home, it was you too. You purposely kept things from the team.” Jason’s voice was calm and steady, but the clear annoyance in his tone did not go unnoticed by Clay.

Clay nodded reluctantly.

“I get the Kara thing, not meeting her, I get that. We were deployed for three of the six months, she’s got a goal she’s working on, I get that; and I can agree that I haven’t been the most inquisitive when it came to your life before Bravo, but the CIA? That should have been disclosed. You should have told your team leader that you were once a CIA asset.”

Clay took a moment to gather his thoughts before he snapped at the man. “I mean… does it change anything?” he asked, tilting his head. “I speak ten languages. You never asked how or why I learned them. My sniper skills for someone so young? Again, you never asked how I learned. You said it yourself, you haven’t asked,” Clay shrugged.

Jason turned from throwing the ball to fully look at him finally. “That’s it?” he asked.

Clay raised an eyebrow and gave him a wry smile, “What do you want me to say? You didn’t ask, I didn’t tell. Working for the CIA wasn’t exactly a happy experience to bring up over a round of beers at the Bulkhead. We signed non-disclosure agreements. Until you guys were read in, there wasn’t anything I could say, and it hasn’t been an issue before now. Mandy has known, had there been an overlap before, it would have come out,” he shrugged a shoulder.

Jason shook his head in disbelief. He turned away and tossed the tennis ball at the wall again.

Clay held his ground and waited. He knew Jason needed to come to terms with this in his own way.

“Why did you grow up in Africa? Where was Ash? Where was your mom?” Jason finally asked and turned back to face him.

Clay sighed; he knew this was coming eventually. “Ash didn’t want kids,” he shrugged. “He was more into himself than anything. And my mom? She wasn’t really in a good place back then. Her and Ash had a one-night stand, and nine months later I came along. They tried to make things work, but he was gone a lot and she was into drugs. She eventually overdosed, and Ash sent me to live with her parents.”

Jason turned abruptly back to face him and let the ball bounce away. “How old were you?”

“Five.”

“So, you spent your whole life practically, before Bravo, in Africa?” Jason questioned.

Clay shrugged a shoulder. “We’d come back to the states for a couple months every year. They had jobs and still wanted me to interact with kids my age. I mostly still spent all my time with Kara and her brothers. Their grandparents lived next door to my grandparents. But we still made friends with kids in the neighborhood.”

“And your mom?” Jason asked.

Clay shrugged. “She passed, when I was ten. Couldn’t ever kick the habit.”

“Jesus,” Jason sighed. “You really can’t catch a break, can you?”

Clay shrugged a shoulder but didn’t comment. What was there to say?

“Is Kara okay?” Jason asked, changing the subject.

Clay nodded slowly. “As okay as she can be, considering.”

Jason shook his head and swore. “You had said that this mission we’re about to head out on… it’s gonna take Kara down a dark road… and you’re afraid she might not come back from it. This is what you were talking about. Going after Abubakar. The man who ordered the attack.”

Clay sighed and dropped his arms. He lifted his hat and ran a hand through his unruly hair, before he set the hat back on his head and nodded. “Kara was a different person back when we worked for the CIA. I guess we both were, but Kara had a singular focus on Abubakar that was borderline psychopathic. Her ruthlessness and drive. She was scary.”

“And you’re worried she’ll be the same this time?”

“It took me years to get her back to what she is now. Not quite the same Kara as when we were kids, but you can’t expect her to be, but the same spirit is back. That fiery spirit that is so compelling to everyone around her, that magnetism that draws people to her. That’s what I’m afraid I’ll lose forever. I can feel it already starting. It’s been two days, and you can already see a bit of that fire dying in her eyes.”

Jason nodded, “We’ll have to keep that from happening.”

Clay nodded.

“As for the hit?”

“I only found out Saturday. Kara sent the ballistics report to Higgins without telling me,” Clay admitted.

“Jesus,” Jason sighed.

“It is what it is at this point. There’s nothing we can do. We’ll lay low at home until we deploy. Kara knows the danger. We’ll take caution until we ship out. Until then, all we can do is study and plan,” Clay surmised.

“Alright,” Jason nodded, “Well, let’s go make a plan then.”

~*~

By the end of the briefing, they all had a solid idea on a course of action for the next two weeks. They’d get Kara an amended list of demands for their deployment by morning, so when Kara met with Jag in the afternoon, she could have it all drawn up and sent to Admiral Pike to sign off on. It would be cutting it close, considering the USS Destroyer would be departing Virginia Beach Saturday morning, but she had a feeling the Admiral would make things work in her favor.

The briefing had taken a lot out of her emotionally and she was exhausted. One look at Clay and he had grabbed her hand and led her out of the command room and off base. They drove around aimlessly until they found a park having a food truck festival and made their way over there.

They ordered their food and found a shady spot under a tree next to a pond and settled in. It was moments like that, when Kara found herself falling in love with Clay all over again. The way he could read her and do something as small as a random food truck in a park, meant the world to her.

“I’m proud of you,” he murmured next to her, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them while they ate.

She glanced at him and saw the emotions in his blue eyes and blushed slightly. “I’m proud of me, too,” she admitted.

Clay’s grin was all dazzling white teeth and sparkling eyes. She loved the way his eyes crinkled when he grinned.

She smiled back, “Yeah,” she nodded, “I uh… was kinda dreading having to bring all that up and relive it… but I’m glad it’s out there. Our family should know the truth. I want them to know the truth.”

“How’d Metal handle it?”

“You saw him,” she sighed and looked toward the pond before them. “I know I joke about him being my father… but in a sense, it’s true. He’s been a great friend in the last four years. And since losing my dad as a kid… it just feels that way with Scott.”

Clay nodded and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I get it babe.”

She rested her head on his shoulder and took in the beauty of the landscape around them. “How’d you find this place?”

“I was riding around on the bike a couple weeks ago and drove through here. I guess they do the food trucks regularly,” he shrugged.

They sat in silence for a while, basking in each other’s presence.

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Doctor’s Orders || Chapter Nine (NSFW)

MASTER LIST // AO3 // FFN

Kara let out a low groan as she slowly woke to the feel of hot wet kisses trailing up her naked body. Hot, open mouthed kisses that sucked and nipped at the skin as they trailed up her legs and thighs. She groaned as Clay sucked hard at the juncture of her thigh and then nibbled.

“Clay,” she breathed, fisting her hand in his curls. His hair still had that post deployment growth, and he still hadn’t gotten it cut since he came home two weeks ago. It gave her the perfect leverage to try and move his head a little further north to where she needed him to be.

He bit down and sucked hard. She let out a loud moan and tried yanking on his hair.

He stopped sucking and grabbed her hands. He gave her a smirk as he balanced on his knees, grabbed both of her wrists in one of his powerful grips, and pinned them above her head. He hovered over her, that damn smirk still in place as kept his face inches from her. He was still naked from the night before and the glorious muscles of his arms and abs flexed in stark perfection.

“Clay,” she groaned and arched her back, trying to get any friction from his lower body.

His smirk grew as he used his other hand to press down on her stomach and sufficiently hold her in place.

She whimpered and closed her eyes in defeat as she gave into him.

He chuckled lowly, before his stubble grazed her jaw. She opened her eyes and turned to him, to try and reach him with her mouth. “Close your eyes,” he ordered, his voice gravelly.

When she complied, he nudged her cheek with his own and laid a trail of open mouth kisses down her jaw. She groaned as he took his time going down her neck. She yelped when he nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “Clay,” she moaned as he sucked a harder.

He chuckled against her skin, knowing damn well how he affected her.

“Don’t lea-”

He stopped sucking and cut her off with a dominating kiss. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and stole the breath from her lungs. She arched against him, trying to free her hands, but his vice like grip held them in place. He slid his other hand up her body and pinched a nipple between his fingers. She groaned and arched against him.

He settled his heavy weight between her open thighs and ground down against her core. His skin was so warm against hers. All hard muscle and smooth skin.

She tried arching again, but he was too heavy. She whimpered into his mouth. He rolled her nipple around his fingers and pulled on it. She gasped and broke the kiss as need grew within her. “Clay,” she groaned and tried to reach for him again. “Please,” she panted, her eyes still closed. He hadn’t said she could open them yet.

He tugged again on her nipple, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to her core.

“Please, what?” she heard the amusement in his voice. She knew if she opened her eyes, his sexy as hell smirk would be plastered on his face; his perfect teeth sparkling in the morning sun. He really was too beautiful for his own good sometimes.

She kept her eyes closed though. His mouth captured her other nipple between his lips and immediately sucked hard. Her mind was sluggish with need, and she couldn’t concentrate anything but the feeling of his hot and hard body pressing hers into the mattress. “Please,” she begged. “I need you. Please. Fuck me.” She was an incoherent mess as he rolled his tongue around her nipple and tugged with his fingers on the other one.

He chuckled lowly against her breast. His fingers released her nipple and slid his hand down her stomach to her core. He parted her slick folds and slid his fingers inside her sopping hot core. Two fingers slid in deep, and she let out a loud moan.

She tried to pry her wrists out of his vice grip, to no avail. “Clay,” she whined.

He chuckled and captured her lips in another demanding kiss. His fingers slipped from her core and slid his cock along her slit before he thrust his hips and in one hard thrust of his thick hard cock, that left her gasping for breath. He set the pace from there, and never let up. He kept one hand on her wrists, while the other pulled her thigh up around his waist. She took the hint and wrapped both legs around his waist as he started a brutal pace.

She broke the kiss and gasped for breath as her climax neared. The hand not holding her wrists in place, slid up into her hair, and fisted her locks. Just as his mouth found the juncture of her neck again. He pulled her hair, exposing her neck further and bit down.

She cried out his name as her orgasm rolled over her.

He groaned and followed her over the edge a moment later. He collapsed on top of her, finally releasing her wrists. She immediately wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and carded her fingers through his curly hair. She pulled on his curls to bring his mouth back to hers.

Their kiss was lazy and slow. Their bodies spent and their hearts full.

Eventually he rolled off her and she looked to the nightstand to check the time, only to see the clock blocked by a tray with two mugs on it and French Press of steaming hot coffee. “You brought me coffee,” she smiled bashfully and turned to her husband.

He gave her a cocky grin and propped himself up on his elbow as he stared down at her. “I know just what it takes to turn you on for the day.”

She laughed at his stupid cheesy line and rolled out of bed. “Coffee first.”

~*~

They had spent the day in bed. Only leaving for food or drinks, or to move things into the bath or shower. It had been a day of reacquainting themselves with their better half. They had both needed it more than they even realized. “I’ve missed you,” he breathed into her skin of her neck. His arms encircled her waist from behind as they let the water from the showerhead spray down on them.

She leaned back into his body and let her head rest back on his chest. She turned her head to look up into his soulful baby blues. There was an unguarded pain in those eyes. “Clay,” she breathed and reached up with her hand to card through the growth of his beard and rub his cheek. “I’ve missed you too. God, I’ve missed you more than words could ever say.”

One of his hands slid up her slick body to cradle her jaw as he lowered his lips to her in a sensual kiss. She let her eyes drift closed as her mouth opened to his and their tongues slid lazily across the others. They stood, making out in the shower for who knew how long before they broke apart breathless.

“I thought I could handle the hours and the separation,” she sighed, opening her eyes to look into his. The look he gave her was full of love and understanding. “We’ve done it before, it should be a piece of cake, right?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to lips but otherwise didn’t respond.

“It’s too hard being away from you. With your spin ups, and coming off deployment, I thought I could bust out these hours and get to the finish line as soon as possible,” she murmured.

He gave her a cocky grin. “Can’t help what the heart wants,” he answered.

She chuckled and kissed him. “After all these years, I still can’t get enough of you.”

He laughed and in a show of force, spun her around so her back was to the cool tile wall and he was pressed against her. “Same beautiful. I will never stop loving you until my dying days.”

“And I will love you for an eternity after,” she breathed up at him.

He lowered his head and captured her lips in filthy kiss before his hands grabbed her waist and pulled her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders as he slid into her slick heat.

They took their time, pouring their hearts into the love making and making up for lost time.

~*~

The next morning, Kara woke up deliciously sore and aching everywhere. After their marathon sessions over the last twenty-four hours, she wasn’t sure she could even walk right down the stairs to get breakfast. “You broke me,” she grumbled to Clay, reaching out smack him on the chest.

He snickered sleepily and pulled her against him.

“No,” she grumbled, trying to get away. “I can’t.”

He gave a satisfied laugh and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I don’t think I could get it up anyway,” he smiled.

She giggled and licked the column of his neck. “Kara,” he groaned.

She giggled again and rolled off him. She bounced off the bed as when he tried to reach out and grab her.

He groaned and face planted his head in the pillows.

“Come on, my love. Let’s go see who’s been in and out of our house the whole time we’ve been up here the last day and a half,” she smirked as she pulled out clothes from her dresser. Underwear, bra, basic grey t-shirt and a pair of black yoga pants.

Once she was dressed, she pulled out socks and headed back to bed to put them on. Clay raised his head out of the pillow and looked at her with cute frown. “Why’d you get dressed?” he pouted.

She grinned and ruffled his hair as she stood up. “Time for a haircut, deployment is over,” she announced.

His frowned deepened, “Come back to bed,” he grumbled.

“No, let’s go!” she smiled and bounced toward the door. She ignored his grumbling as she headed downstairs. Her hips were deliciously sore, but she had no problems walking.

She grinned brightly as she walked in the kitchen to find Metal sitting at the breakfast bar with Sonny and Jason, each looking a little hungover and still half a sleep, and all nursing coffees. “Morning, boys,” she greeted and headed straight to the coffee pot on the side counter just behind them.

“Morning,” Metal grumbled.

She snickered and glanced at him. “Please tell me you went home,” she admonished.

“Did the first night,” he grumbled. “Didn’t realize that was just the warmup.”

She barked out a laugh. “Oh, shut up. The house is new and well built, you really couldn’t have heard all that much.”

“Heard more than we wanted to,” Jason grumbled into his coffee mug.

Kara laughed again. “I swear you two act like we’re your only children,” she told Metal and Jason.

Jason glanced over his shoulder at her with a slight grin on his face.

Yeah, she knew how Clay looked up to the man and thought of him as a mentor and even father figure. It had been nerve-wracking for her at first, just based off the fact that him and Clay had a rocky start and he’d held Ash against Clay. Clay had assured her though, that they had moved on from that. Clay respected Jason, and Jason for as much of a hard ass and mission-driven he could be, he was also a family guy. She could see how his wife’s death still affected him.

Kara gave Jason a smile and turned to Sonny, “And who pissed in your cheerios?” she asked him.

Sonny grumbled something under his breath that Kara didn’t make out. So, she walked around the breakfast bar, mug in hand and stood before him on the other side of the counter. “Sorry, didn’t catch that. Must not speak knuckle dragger first thing in the morning.”

He glanced her as a slight smirk cracked across his lips.

She smirked back.

“Well, if you weren’t def from all the yellin in the last couple days, you mighta heard me,” he shot at her.

She beamed at him.

He rolled his eyes and went back to his coffee.

“Alright, who’s hungry?” she asked the grumpy men in her kitchen.

All three raised their hands.

She laughed and got to cooking.

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You could feel the smolder in his gaze from across the room. His intensions were clear the moment you walked in with your girls. He was in the opposite corner, playing pool with his buddies.

You were finally letting your hair down after a long week of performing surgery on trauma patients. You’d seen one too many gunshot wounds that week and needed to forget for a while.

So, you called up your girls, a ragtag mix of high school and college friends that were your very best friends and decided to make a night of it. You pre-gamed back at your place before you walked to dinner.

Afterwards, some several hours later, you stumbled into the Bulkhead, drunk and disorderly. The laughter was loud and of course all heads turned when the five of you stumbled in.

“Well, hot damn,” Steph smirked as she took a look around the room.

Finally situated on a barstool, you looked up, only to catch his gaze immediately. He’d been watching you. Even from across the room, you could see the bright baby blues. You’d have blushed if you were sober. Instead, you smirked and looked away.

“Tonight’s victim?” Steph raised an arched eyebrow at you.

You grin mischievously at her. “Just spinning my web, girl.”

A round of shots and two drinks later, Mr. Bedroom eyes had yet to lose interest, or so your girls told you. You only glanced his way every once in a while, keeping things mildly interested.

“Your round,” Steph informed you.

You finish your drink and head for the bar, not once glancing his way. “Five shots of tequila, Tito’s, and a vodka seven with lime, also Tito’s,” you ordered from the bar tender, slapping cash down on the bar.

The bartender nods and busies with your order as you settle on a barstool to wait.

You feel someone walk up and lean against the bar next to you. You look over and see Mr. Bedroom eyes, leaning against the bar. Up close and personal. “I’m Clay,” he introduces himself, holding out a hand.

Up close those bright baby blues are startling. Mixed with the full beard, clean and tidy, yet still scruffy; the backwards black hat that covered slightly curling dirty blond hair, and the black shirt that was pull taught across a built and muscular torso, he was a hottie.

You took your time taking in his appearance. You noted the perfect white teeth behind his over confident smirk, the cute nose, those broad shoulders and thick arms full of veins that had you wanting to run your fingers along, all the way down to tattoo on his inner bicep and the watch he wore.

There was something about man and watch that turned you on.

Finally, you raise your eyes back to his, to see them crinkled in corners with amusement. “See something you like?” he drawls.

The bartender sets down a tray with five shots and your drink on it and walks away.

You let a slow smirk grace your lips as you let your eyes fall to his lips.

“Maybe,” you chuckle softly, before you hop down from the bar, grab the tray and walk the fuck away without looking back.

Your girls started hollering the second you walked away.

“He still watching?” you ask as you set the tray down on the table.

“Oh, is he ever,” Steph smirked. “Just a second longer. Now.”

You slowly turn around, a shot glass in your hand and face him. His face is half astonishment, half amusement as he watches you.

You lift the shot glass in salute to him, before you throw it back without breaking eye contact with him.

“Game on,” he mouths from across the room, his smirk fully in place.

You pick up your drink and smirk as you suck on the little straw. His gaze darkens.

Game on, indeed.

~*~

The evening progresses and you enjoy the time with your girls. You don’t get out often enough and it’s nice to just kick back and unwind. The blue-eyed hottie in the corner is and added bonus. After an evening of sending drinks back and forth, you’re done playing game with the hottie.

Your girls have completely taken over the juke box in the corner and turned the dive bar into a dance club. You’re feeling no pain as your song comes on the speakers. You yell, drawing the attention of a certain blue-eyed cutie in the corner.

You ignore him as you climb up on the bar and start dancing with the music. You’re full into the Coyote Ugly inspiration as you throw your arms in the air and close your eyes while you sing along to the music without a care in the world.

Time stops as you feel yourself lose balance and start to fall. Your eyes shoot open, but its too late, there’s nothing to grab onto and you’re gonna bust your shit.

Only you don’t.

Strong hands grip your hips and hoist you down off the bar before you can fall. You grab his shoulders, startled. You look down as Clay, the blue-eyed hottie you’d been toying with all night, is there looking concerned. “You alright?” he asks, as he sets you down before him.

He’s quite a bit taller than you now that he’s before you.

“Yeah,” you nod slightly. “Thanks Clay, I guess I had a little more to drink than I thought,” you admit. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you stare up at him.

He smirks and his eyes crinkle in the corners. Your hands are still on his shoulders and his are still on your hips. “With the number of drinks, you sent my way, I don’t see how that’s possible.”

You laugh and shrug. “You started sending water,” you accuse.

His laugh lights up his whole face. “Can you blame me? Had to make sure you were taking care of yourself and didn’t end up dancing on the bar.”

You laugh and shrug.

“What’s your name?” he finally asks.

“Y/N,” you answer immediately.

“Well, Y/N, I’d say Game Over, but I already caught you,” he smirked, sliding his hands from your hips to around the small of your back and pulling you against his rock-hard body.

You go easily, heart racing and butterflies fluttering. You slide your arms around his neck and lean into him. “So, you did,” you murmur as you go up on your tippy toes.

He leans down and captures your mouth in a breathtaking kiss. No first kiss gentle peck. He goes right for ownership with the claiming kiss that leaves you breathless.

You moan and slide your fingers into his hair.

He breaks the kiss off with a nibble to your lip “Let’s get out of here,” he says.

You smirk and shake your head. “Mmm, I dunno, what if you’re a serial killer?”

His laugh has you pulling away to see that beautiful sparkling smile. His eyes are bright as he stares down at you. “What if I ask real nice?” he grins.

You give a little chuckle and bite your lower lip as you think it over.

“Alright, let me tell my girls I’m leaving,” you reply.

He captures your lips in another kiss, full of promise of all the things to follow once you leave.

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Chapter Three:

Once Kara had given the guys the all-clear to head into Clay’s room, they went in pairs, and Metal convinced Kara she needed to get some food. Jason had to marvel at the relationship between Metal and Kara. He’d never seen Metal act like he did with Kara, like he genuinely cared about her; and Kara seemed to let her walls down whenever Metal would ask her something or call her out on her selfcare.

Jason was headed down to the main entrance of the hospital with Ray, Metal, and Kara. As they walked into the waiting room of the Emergency Room, Hawkins called out to them from across the room. Kara smiled as he and Nic walked over. “Hey, how’s Clay doing?” Nic asked with a friendly smile.

“He’s doing okay,” Kara answered easily. “The guys are with him. I’m gonna head out with these guys for a few to get some food.”

Hawk tilted his head and looked at her. She stared right back him, clearly daring him to say something. “He’ll be fine,” Nic spoke up, looking between the two of them. “We’ll keep an eye on things.”

“Besides, Hawk,” Metal drawled, staring right at Hawkins. “Our girl here needs to take better care of herself, right?”

Hawkins nodded once but didn’t look away from Kara. “Right.”

As they were standing around in circle talking, Kara looked to the left and glanced at a dark-skinned man wearing a heavy jacket and talking on a cell phone. He was speaking a language Jason didn’t know. Her eyes darted back to Hawk as she tilted her head to listen better.

“What’s happening?” Hawk asked her, watching her intently.

“How’s your Swahili?” she questioned him.

“Not great,” Hawk narrowed his eyes on her. “You?”

“Fluent,” she shot back immediately.

“Alpha Seven, sit-rep,” Metal immediately demanded, voice low.

Kara snapped into action, her eyes stayed on Hawk as she spoke, a small smile graced her face. “Fighting age male, dark-skinned, wearing a heavy black coat, speaking Swahili on the phone. He specifically stated that he was wearing a vest and was ready. 2nddark-skinned, fighting aged male twelve o’clock, also wearing a heavy dark coat. It’s 85 degrees outside. There are 34 people in this room. 6 children, 15 women, including Nic and myself, and 9 men not including the four of you. Of the 15 women, 3 are geriatric.”

Jason was immediately on alert. The moment she started speaking and rattling off the statics of the room around them, Jason was able to zero in and see what she had seen in a moment’s notice. Sure enough, there was 2nd possible tango near the wall of windows that overlooked the parking lot beyond the hospital.

“You caught all that the moment we walked in here?” Ray asked.

“Kara can see the matrix,” Metal explained.

Jason turned to Metal and raised an eyebrow. Metal only nodded back at him. Jason looked down at Kara who was still looking at Hawk with a slight smile on her face, being completely inconspicuous. “Alright, how do we handle this?” Jason asked, differing to her and Metal for a plan.

“Hospital policy dictates in a potential hostage situation to immediately call 911 and avoid contact,” Hawkins stated and pulled out his phone from his pocket.

“We need to go into lockdown,” Nic said. “Keep people from entering the building. We could pull the fire alarm,” she suggested.

“We do that, and every door closes and locks, and we’ll be trapped in this room with two true believers and roughly 40 victims. No, we alert the staff and do a compacity close,” Kara turned to Nic. “Nic, send out a code 8 alert. Close the hospital to all incoming ambos and patients. It’ll lock all exterior doors.”

Nic immediately pulled out her phone and started texting.

Kara turned back to Hawkins, “Call 911, discreetly explain the situation,” Kara ordered.

Hawkins walked away, phone pressed to his ear and purposely going in the opposite direction.

“Won’t that draw suspicion?” Ray asked.

“Not if we play off the overcrowding,” Nic answered looking around.

“I’m gonna need you guys to blend in,” Kara said, and glanced at Metal.

He nodded once to her, clearly trusting her.

Kara glanced around the Emergency Department and sighed. They had gathered attention. Both men were watching them. Kara suddenly laughed and grabbed Nic’s hand in an exaggerated belly laugh as she doubled over. “Oh my god! You’re right!”

Nic immediately followed and laughed too, clutching Kara as they stumbled away from their little group over to the check in desk.

The girls finished what seemed to be a lively conversation in front of the reception desk before they both looked down at the check in sheet. Jason, Ray, and Metal headed dispersed amongst the crowded waiting room, looking for a seat that would allow for a clear line of sight in case they needed to do anything. Without weapons though, it was going to be hard.

Jason could see Nic talking to the check in girl who nodded once before she stood up and headed into the room behind the reception desk.

Kara picked up the sign in clipboard and looked it over before she then looked around the room. “Alright everyone, listen up!” she called out loudly over the noise of the waiting room. She waited briefly for the noise to die down before she continued. “Welcome to Chastain Memorial Hospital in Virginia Beach, Virginia, USA,” Kara drawled, adopting her best gameshow host voice, and letting her eyes make a slow and casual sweep of the room. “My name is Dr. Kara Spenser. As you can see, we are quite busy here in the Emergency Department. Yes, Emergency department. It is no longer classified as just the Emergency Room; we are a whole department. A whole department dedicated to ensuring you get the absolute best care you so rightly deserve. So, I have one rule, and one rule only here in my E.D. and that is, ‘My way or the highway. My word is law.’ If you don’t like that rule, I don’t really care. I’m not here to be your friend, I’m here to ensure that you do not bleed out. And there will be no blood on my E.D floor,” she smirked at Hawkins, who had walked back in the room with his phone nowhere to be seen. “So, this how we’re going to things,” she turned toward Nic. “This is Dr. Nevin, she’s going to take our children directly up to pediatrics. Why wait here, when you can wait there?”

There was a bit of a grumbled from the parents of the children, but they slowly gathered their things and their children and followed after Nic, roughly clearing out a dozen people.

Ray’s throat tightened when he saw Naima walk out of the back room behind the reception desk and glance around.

Kara glanced over at her briefly before she launched into her next spiel, “Next we have our lovely elderly patients. You’ve done a lifetime of waiting now, so we’re gonna get you up and out of my E.D. The lovely nurses Naima and Brenda here, are gonna assist you lovely ladies on up to our geriatrics ward.” There was a shuffle as Naima and Brenda helped the three patients to their feet and they shuffled out.

Kara started to pace the room as she continued. “The rest of you, I apologize for the wait. Dr. Conrad Hawkins and I will be with you shortly. We have your check in information. We will go down the list according to who checked in first.”

Jason had to admit he was impressed with Kara’s quick thinking. She managed to clear half the people out of the room, including Naima and the front desk woman Brenda. All the children and elderly were evacuated. All that was left was the four trained Navy SEALS, Hawkins, Kara, two armed men, and roughly ten others that they could hopefully get out of harm’s way before the men decided they were done waiting.

As she finished speaking one of the men, the one that had been talking on the cell phone, had decided he was done waiting and stood up managed to grab Kara as she was walking by. He managed to get an arm around her neck and pull out a gun before Kara could even move. She froze and flashed her gaze to Metal, as the gun was waiving around in front of her.

The gunman started yelling and chaos erupted in the E.D.

“Hey, hey,” Jason tried to call over the yelling of the room, but the gunman yelled louder.

A hush finally settled over the crowd in the E.D while the gunman assessed the situation around him. He was flighty and waiving the gun in front of Kara. His other arm was locked in a headlock around Kara’s neck. She was clawing at his arm to no avail.

“Come on man, let her go,” Metal’s voice was soft and gentle in a commanding sort of way.

Kara’s eyes left Metal’s and landed on the other man in a coat in the room. The man stood up, pulled out a 9mm and turned his back on the crowd behind him. With his back turned, it took Jason all of a second’s decision making to tackle the man.

His gun went flying out of his hand and scattered across the floor at Kara’s feet.

She made a split-second decision and a tossed her head back into her assailant’s head, with a sickening crunch in her ear, his nose broke. He broke his hold on her and she dropped her weight and lunged for the 9mm lying at her feet.

In a trained and liquid move, she grabbed the 9mm, rolled onto her back and with both hands on the weapon, fired off two shots into the extremist’s chest in a tight pattern. His body hadn’t even hit the floor before she turned her body and eyed Jason struggling with the man in the vest. With the gun trained on them, she watched the extremist knock Jason off his back and reach for his torso.

Kara fired off a single shot, straight through the skull.

There was a moment of deafening quiet in the E.D before Kara got to her feet, holding the gun down and aimed at the ground as she assessed the situation around her. Both assailants were dead, everyone else in the room was crouched down, except for the SEALS that were on their feet also looking around for a threat.

Metal slowly walked over and pulled gun out of her hands and flipped the safety into place before he pulled her into a hug. She didn’t even hug him back, just rested her forehead against his chest and breathed in deep, taking in his familiar and comforting scent. “Good work, Alpha Seven,” he stated clearly as he pulled her against him.

Kara had to chuckle softly as she shook her head. “Fucking hell,” she grumbled and wrapped an arm around his waist.

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Doctor’s Orders || Chapter Ten

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In the three weeks since Clay had been home, his gunshot wounds had healed smoothly, and he’d started physical therapy twice a week at a place down the street from the house. When he wasn’t doing that, Kara had him doing stretches and exercises around the house to help loosen any stiffness he might have gained from the strenuous physical therapy.

Clay didn’t even mind the extra work she had him putting in. He was simply happy to be spending so much time with her. He had another week before she cleared him for duty officially, so they were taking advantage of all the time they could get. Their friends and family had scaled back their visits to give them sometimes to themselves after they had disappeared one to many times while visitors were over.

Especially after the incident when Jason and Metal walked in on them out on the pool deck. Kara had been naked and riding him in a lounge chair. Her glorious breasts bouncing and on view for all to see. They hadn’t known it at the time though. They’d both been too wrapped up in each other, but when Metal refused to meet Kara’s eyes that evening and Jason was walking with a slight limp from a sprained ankle, the whole sordid story came out.

Apparently, they had tripped over each other as they scrambled away from the scene. Metal claimed his eyes were scarred for life and Jason mentioned emotional and physical trauma. Kara had laughed her ass off and pressed a kiss to Clay’s cheek, not embarrassed in the slightest.

When Sonny had bitched and moaned about Goldilocks disappearing upstairs with the green-eyed demon one too many times, Clay had kindly told his friend, “I will fuck my wife whenever I damned well, please, and you can stay and listen, or you can go home.”

Kara had snapped at him for being a dick, but had also added with a smirk, “I don’t mind if you boys listen as my sexy man fucks me good.”

It had earned her a roomful of groans, but Clay could see the level of respect go up in Sonny’s eyes. Clay felt good knowing his wife felt comfortable joking around with his team. Especially since she was already so close with two other SEAL teams, he wanted her to mesh well with his own unit.

It had been a hard first six months on Bravo without her knowing them. Things hadn’t started off the best with Jason’s grudge against his father, but they’d quickly gotten over that. When he told Jason he was married already, he’d been a little confused. Him and the rest of the team saw him as a kid still. Twenty-seven and still wet behind the ears. It didn’t matter that he’d led his own missions on Team 3, or that he already filled in as 2B9 on Bravo in his first six months.

They only saw what they wanted to see.

So, he only showed him pieces of his life. They didn’t ask too many questions, and he didn’t over share. It was hard to open up to a group of guys already set in their ways and had been a team for years before he joined up. Their rookie, they called him. He often rolled his eyes at them. If they’d only known half the shit, he’d already done in his twenty-seven years.

Kara was of the opinion that it did matter. “If they want to see a twenty-seven-year-old kid that’s wet behind the ears, that’s on them, baby. It’s their loss. You have so much going for you; you don’t need their approval.” She had seen the look on his face, so she continued. “All you can do is prove it. Yes, I don’t think you should have to prove shit to anyone, but you are the new guy. They don’t trust you yet either. It’ll take time. So just do your job and use that sexy as hell brain of yours to wow them to bits, like you do me.”

Clay had to smile at the memory. The conversation had led to them in bed, as most conversations did when she got passionate about something. It was one of the first things he loved most about her. Her passion. She was a strong and intelligent woman with a passion to take on the world, and an attitude to not give a fuck when people didn’t like her. She had her haters for it, but she never once let anyone stand in her way for something she cared about.

He found himself staring at her from across the room. She was wearing a red tank top that hugged her curves and really brought out the colors of the hibiscus and lilies tattooed on her arms. The reds and pinks standing out against the black ink. The black skirt she wore was another gauzy thing that hugged her waist and flowed around her like water. She had a leather braided headband situated on her head with handpicked flowers from the yard braided into the leather band. She was barefoot and smiling as she joked with Trish in the kitchen.

She looked like a bohemian goddess as the sun lit up her face. Absolutely fucking beautiful.

He was sitting in the living room area of their large great room, hanging with Bravo and Alpha. It was their official housewarming party. Everyone they knew, and their families were everywhere throughout the large house and backyard. SEAL teams, hospital staff and Bravo support staff were scattered about the large home.

“Yo lover boy, you zone out over there?” Sonny drawled from across the living room.

Clay looked away from staring at Kara bustling around in the kitchen and rolled his eyes at his buddy. “You need something?” he asked.

Sonny chuckled and shook his head as Jameelah ran by.

“Nah brother, just making sure you weren’t daydreaming’ about sneakin off with the green-eyed demon,” Sonny grinned.

Clay laughed, “Well, I was,” he grinned.

“Aren’t you supposed to recovering from gunshot wounds?” Hawk laughed.

Clay grinned at his brother, “What can I say? I’m only doing what the doctor ordered.”

Kara walked over then as Trish headed outside with Jameelah following. “And what did the doctor order?” Kara asked with a coy smile on her lips.

Clay pulled her down into his lap with a grin. “Nothing but rest and relaxation,” he answered.

She grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips, “I’d say I’ve been taking pretty good care of you lately,” she smirked and glanced at the group as they all broke out into loud groans.

Her and Clay started cracking up.

“I can’t wait till you two go back to normal,” Metal groaned and rolled his eyes.

Kara grinned brightly at him. “Bullshit. You’ve been bitching about my hours for months. And I quote, ‘you’re crabby, you need to get laid.’”

Metal smirked and shrugged. “Well can it be done now? Like fucking shit, walking in on it is getting old,” he grumbled.

Kara barked out a laugh. “I mean, you could call first.”

“Why would I do that?” Metal asked, looking confused.

~*~

Jason laughed at Metal’s confusion. “I mean, we could. We probably should,” he amended with a shrug.

Kara rolled her eyes at him, and Jason only grinned at her. In the last three weeks since they’ve gotten to know Kara, she’d quickly grown relaxed around him and Bravo. Whatever hesitation she first had with him was long gone. He still hadn’t had a chance to talk to her about it, and he wanted to, but it had never been the right time.

They were all laughing and joking around in the living, just Bravo and Alpha team together. Their wives and families and Kara’s hospital friends were outside. Whiskey team had been spun up the day before and weren’t back yet.

Jason was thoroughly enjoying himself when there was a knock at the door. While everyone went on laughing and ignoring it, Jason wondered who it could be. Everyone was that was coming seemed have been there for hours already, and everyone had walked in without knocking.

Derrick was closest to the door. He stood up and answered it. When he froze slightly, Jason got curious. Derrick quickly moved out of the way. Lieutenant Commander Blackburn entered first, in full camo uniform. Behind him was Lieutenant Commander Rockwell, CO of Alpha Team was also in full uniform. They stepped inside and gave a glance to the men in the room as two others entered the house.

Admiral Pike, a decorated five-star Admiral and currently the most ranking officer within Navy, entered in a crisp white uniform. Tall and broad shouldered, the man had salt and pepper hair and steely gray eyes. In his sixties, he was still hard muscles and thin built. He was still an intimidating and imposing man with a reputation of being a hard ass.

All the men in the room immediately sprang to their feet and stood at salute. “At ease gentleman,” Admiral Pike nodded briskly.

Jason glanced at Kara to see her on her feet. She had to get up to let Clay rise and salute the Admiral, but even though she was no longer in the Navy, she had still shown respect and saluted the man. She didn’t look all that pleased though.

“You know,” she drawled, causing several eyes in the room to spring her way. “When I invited you to my housewarming party, I was expecting John and Linda, not Admiral Pike and Deputy Director Higgins,” she took raised an eyebrow at the men as she took a sip of her whiskey neat.

Eyebrows around the room raised at Kara’s bold statement.

“Apologies Lieutenant, I’m afraid this isn’t a social call.” Admiral Pike shifted on his feet under her penetrating gaze. “And it’s Director now,” Pike nodded at the tall dark hair man standing next to him. While tall and dark haired, he was otherwise unremarkable. No distinguishing features, maybe slightly handsome, but not quite. Dark eyes, average face. He was an average looking man.

“Oh, my apologies, Director,” she put emphasis on the title, “And congratulations,” she raised her glass to him.

Jason narrowed his eyes on her. It was almost like she was mocking the guy. And who exactly was he? Director for what department or organization?

The Director gave a bit of a smirk, “Kara,” he greeted.

“Karl,” Kara responded, an odd look in her eye.

That’s when it clicked for Jason. Karl Higgins. Director of the C.I.A. Jason’s eyes shot across the room to Ray. He had already put two and two together and was watching Kara with narrowed eyes.

“Perhaps we could speak in private?” Admiral Pike suggested.

“My office is just through there,” she nodded at door just to right of the stairs to the second floor.

Admiral Pike led the way, and Director Higgins followed. Kara squeezed Clay’s hand before she let go, squared her shoulders, and followed the men into her office.

Clay followed her, but stopped in front of Blackburn, just outside the office door as it closed behind Kara. He watched the door close before he turned to his CO. “Eric, what’s going on?” Clay demanded.

Blackburn held up a hand and motioned for everyone to stay calm. “We can’t go into too much detail right now, but there’s a mission coming down the pipeline. Bravo and Alpha are going to deploy together, but it’s still a couple a week’s away.”

“And my wife?” Clay demanded, speaking to Blackburn in a way that Jason had never heard from the Petty Officer before.

“Is in negotiations with both an Admiral and the Director of C.I.A,” Blackburn answered, his voice even and calm, even though Clay wasn’t. “What does that tell you?”

Jason shifted on his feet. He didn’t like this one bit. Clay’s shoulders were tense. “She left the Navy,” Clay argued.

The office door opened, and Director Higgins glanced out. “Spenser,” he motioned to him.

Clay didn’t have to be asked twice, he immediately walked into the office and closed the door behind him.

Jason immediately walked over to Blackburn, “Eric, come on. You can’t give us anything more?”

Eric sighed and said, “If Kara agrees, she’ll be reinstated in the Navy and will deploy with Bravo and Alpha.” He glanced around the room as he said it.

Jason glanced at Metal to see him close his eyes and tilt his head back in silent disbelief. He clearly knew how badly this was going to wreck her.

“I’m sorry I can’t tell you more, until we know more, and you’re officially read in,” Blackburn sighed.

~*~

Clay walked into the office and quickly closed the door behind him. He found Kara leaning against her desk in the back of the room, facing the Admiral and Director, who sat in armchairs in the center of the large room.

Their office had been set up for business purposes. They entertained clients here for their Cyber Security firm. There were bookcases lining two walls and both Kara and he had their own desks. They were side by side, but apart and facing the door that led out into the Great Room.

He wanted to go straight to Kara and ignore the Admiral and Director completely. But he was an enlisted Petty Officer, and he couldn’t do that. So, he stood at attention at the door, his arms stiff at his sides and he stared ahead. He chose Kara as his focus point.

He could read her like and open book. Her stiff posture, the stone-cold mask over her face. She was scared and pissed off.

“At ease, Clay,” Admiral Pike greeted informally.

Clay immediately walked across the room and went to Kara. He stopped before her, and she looked up at him. She shook her head slightly, indicating it wasn’t the time, so he took up residence beside her. He propped a hip up on her desk and faced the two men that had the nerve to bring business to Family Time.

“Clay,” Admiral Pike greeted informally.

“What’s all this about, Sir?” Clay asked, a little annoyed at this point.

“We’re here to ask Kara to rejoin the Navy,” Pike started.

Clay’s eyes shot to Kara. She gave him a look that meant they’d talk about it later.

“It would be temporary. She’d be re-enlisted with her same rank, plus with the added hours of her fellowship, she’d be promoted and commissioned as Captain, an O6 officer. You’d keep the title and benefits afterwards, of course,” Pike explained, glancing at Kara. “And the Navy will match your fellowship hours for the duration of the deployment. You’d be done with your Fellowship afterwards.”

“What’s the mission?” Clay asked, ignoring her potential promotion and all their hopes and dreams handed to them on a silver platter. If the Navy was bending over backwards for her, it had to be for a reason.

“Africa,” Kara said evenly, she didn’t meet his eyes as she pushed off the desk and walked over to sideboard under a window that faced the backyard. She set her glass down and poured herself another three fingers of her favorite single malt.

Clay watched her for a moment, knowing damn well how badly this was breaking her. She stared out the window, glass in hand and lost in her own thoughts. Clay turned back to the two men that had come into his home and turned his life upside down.

“Why?” he asked, trying to wrap his head around it. For as smart as he was, he was failing in the moment. Failing his wife.

“Because you and Kara have firsthand knowledge of the enemy. You’ve faced him before,” Director Higgins stated.

Clay tensed. “Shien Abubakar,” he stated. His eyes darted back to his wife. She was tense, knuckles white on her glass of single malt.

“Why now?” Clay asked. “We went after him before, we never got him.”

“He surfaced again, and with some new evidence we can narrow in on him,” Higgins explained.

Clay narrowed his eyes, “What new evidence?”

Higgins blanched; he wasn’t expecting to have to explain this, then. Clay shot his gaze to Admiral Pike, but Pike’s eyes were on Kara. Clay turned to Kara and waited. “The ballistics report came back from the bullets I dug out of your body. Captain Linstrott was kind enough to send me a copy of the report,” she explained and turned to face him. “I had a hunch, so I forwarded the report to Karl,” she nodded at Higgins. “Turns out, I was right,” her voice cracked, and tears lined her eyes.

Clay heard all he needed to. “It was a hit,” he concluded.

Kara nodded and blinked away the unshed tears. “The restaurant, the hospital. It was a coordinated hit to take us both out at the same time.” Her voice was steady as she met his gaze.

His jaw popped as he ground molars. His knuckles cracked when he clenched his fists. He went to her and pulled her into his arms. He needed to hold her. She wrapped an arm around him with the hand not holding her glass and rested her forehead against his chest. He cradled her head against him with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist. “Clay,” she barely breathed a whisper of his name, against his chest, so only he could hear, as her fingers clenched the back of shirt. Her fingernails dug into his skin, and he knew then, just how absolutely wrecked she was.

His heart broke for her. For him. For them and all their plans for their lives.

He had to make this right.

“What’s the plan?” he asked. He geared himself up and snapped himself out of the shock he was feeling. Kara needed him on his game. He could do this. They’ve done it before.

Kara pulled away and looked up at him. He glanced down at her and nodded. She needed him strong, he’d give her that. She nodded back and squared her shoulders. She’d be strong too. They could do this.

“The plan is,” Admiral Pike started. “Bravo and Alpha with deploy together for a joint operation. Bravo will take point, and Alpha will provide back up. Kara will deploy with Bravo, and act in the same capacity as team doctor, as she did while assigned to Alpha Team. Deployment is two months, could go longer.”

Kara pulled away from Clay and set down her whiskey glass. She went back to the front of her desk and leaned back against it and crossed her arms. “I’m not staying on a ship,” she stated firmly.

Admiral Pike actually chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect you to.”

“I’ll have concessions,” Kara stated.

“I’d expect nothing less from you,” Pike grinned. “Let’s hear them.”

“I pick my team. No one is on my team without my say so,” she stated evenly.

Clay fought back a smirk. Here was his girl. His fierce and fiery wife. Arms crossed and making demands to an Admiral.

“I figured as much,” Pike nodded. “Hawkins?”

Kara nodded. “Yeah, and few others.”

Pike nodded.

“I’ll want top of line equipment. MRI, CT, XRAY.”

Admiral Pike nodded, “You name it, you have it. I will spare no expense to this excursion,” he told her.

Clay paused. He knew just how damned expensive that equipment was.

“There’s a Marine base in Accra, Ghana,” Pike explained. “You’ll be stationed there. It’s on the coast, a Navy War ship will be stationed in the bay. The ship is currently in Norfolk and will depart in 1 week. Get me a list and I’ll make sure whatever, and I mean whatever you want is on that ship.” He leveled her with a serious look.

She nodded once. “I won’t sleep in the barracks,” she added with a small smirk. “I’m a married woman, and a Captain at that. I will share quarters with my husband on base.”

Admiral Pike laughed and nodded. “I already assumed that’d be the case. You will have Captain’s quarters for you and your husband.”

Clay had to smile at that. He otherwise kept quiet though. He let Kara run her own show. She had a way with people.

“And I’ll want dedicated choppers for MEDEVAC and CASEVAC. I won’t be stuck shitty like before. I want dedicated QRF standing by at all times, dedicated to our team and our teams only.”

Admiral Pike nodded. “Get with Jag tomorrow and write up everything you want. And I’ll sign off on it. And Kara,” he paused, looking at her intently. “And I mean everything.”

Kara locked eyes with him in a meaningful gaze for a moment before she nodded at him. Then she set her sights on Karl Higgins. “And what does the CIA want from me?” Kara looked expectantly at Higgins.

The Director shifted slightly in his seat. “The CIA would ask that you’d use your language skills and analytical skills while in the region to assist in the capture of any other HVT’s while over there,” Higgins said smoothly.

Kara narrowed her eyes on him. “Don’t bullshit me,” she demanded. “Exactly what do you want?”

Higgins shifted and got to his feet. “Ten years ago, the two of you managed to put such a significant dent into the Boko Haram network, that they’ve been a nonissue for the last decade. Together, your skills for detecting patterns and tracking people are unparalleled. We’d like you to continue doing what you did back then.”

“I won’t kill anyone,” Kara contested.

“You won’t have to,” Higgins shot back. “You would have two SEAL teams under your command to do that for you.”

Kara let out a hiss and glared at the Director. “That’s what this is about,” she growled. “You finally getting your way after all these years,” she accused the man. “Me leading a team.”

Higgins shifted, “You were one our best,” he stated plainly. “It was only natural progression had you stayed in the agency.”

Clay could see the fire smoldering in Kara’s green eyes.

“Had I stayed in the agency, I would have been Director by now,” she growled.

Clay smirked and had to nod in agreement. She had a point. Her tenacity, drive and sheer will power alone would have had her reaching for that top spot had she stayed.

“And I have no doubt about that,” Higgins agreed. “Look Kara, I’m sorry it had to be this way. I know in the end you never wanted this life. I respected that. I still do. This is just one of those things that came up, and as it’s personal, I thought you’d want to be at the reigns,” he conceded.

She nodded once. “I’m only in, until we bag Abubakar.”

“Understood,” Higgins nodded.

“And Ellis?” Kara asked.

“You’ll be her supervisor. You’ll be the ranking field agent, but Mandy Ellis will assist you in every way possible. She’s been read in and knows the history here. She’s ready to help,” Higgins hesitated nodded.

Kara paused, as if once again realizing the history she had in Africa. Clay shuffled over to her and slid his hand into hers. She squeezed it and looked up at Higgins. “I’ll have a laundry list for you too, tomorrow,” she grinned wickedly at the Director.

Higgins finally grinned broadly and nodded at her. “I’d expect nothing else. As always you will have the full support of the agency. Whatever you need, you can have. Just name it.”

“Oh, you know I will,” she smirked at him.

“So, you’ve agreed?” Admiral Pike asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Kara nodded in affirmative.

~*~

Jason was pacing the length of the Great Room. Derrick and Ray had told Trish and Naima to keep everyone outside, so it was only Bravo and Alpha Teams in the house. Jason paced by his men without a care for what they thought. They were all stressed out. Kara had become family to them in the last three weeks. She’d made it very clear that her and Clay had plans for their future and their family, that did not include her re-enlisting in the Navy.

When the office door opened, Jason stopped pacing and turned to see Clay walk out with Admiral Pike, Director Higgins, and Kara following behind. Neither Spenser made eye contact with the men in the room. Clay opened the front door and turned back toward the Admiral and Director.

Admiral Pike paused and turned back to Kara. “Kara,” he paused, feeling the eyes of the room on him. “I appreciate this. I know what kind of sacrifice you’re making to do this. I owe you one, you and Clay both,” Admiral Pike look at Clay too as he spoke the words.

Clay’s jaw clenched. Jason could see the vein popping as he ground his molars.

“Yeah, you do,” Kara shot out, her eyes hard as she stared up at the Admiral, her hand out.

Admiral Pike nodded and grinned ruefully down at her.

When he finally shook her hand, Kara said, “And John,” the look she leveled at Admiral Pike had chills running down Jason’s spine, her hand was still holding the Admiral’s. “You know I always collect my debts.”

The room went deadly still and silent as the threat lingered in the air.

Admiral Pike cracked a grin and laughed. “Still as ruthless as the day I met you,” he nodded at her.

She grinned wickedly back. “And don’t forget it.”

Admiral Pike dropped her hand and stood up straight and squared his shoulders. He looked her right in the eyes. “You have my word,” he declared, in front of a room full of Navy SEALS.

Admiral Pike turned to Clay and held out his hand. “That’s a hell of a woman you got there, Petty Officer.”

Clay nodded once at the man and shook his hand. “Don’t I know it, Sir,” Clay answered.

“If you need anything, you know my number,” Admiral Pike added and dropped his hand from Clay’s.

Clay nodded once and Admiral Pike walked out the front door.

Director Higgins walked toward the door. “Kara,” he stopped and paused in the doorway. “You won’t regret this,” he said to her.

Kara’s green eyes were hard as she stared down the Director. “Get the fuck out outta my house, Karl,” she shot at him, a glint in her eye.

The Director laughed and nodded once, then walked out the front door. Lt. Commander’s Rockwell and Blackburn nodded to the men, before they both followed out the door.

Once the door was closed, Kara’s shoulders slumped, and she let out a shaky breath. Clay pulled her into his arms immediately. No one said a word as the two embraced. Both looked absolutely wrecked after the meeting.

Kara pulled away abruptly and headed back into the office, slamming the door behind her.

Clay sighed and stared at the door before he ran his hand over his ballcap covered hair. He rubbed at the black hat and sighed before he walked over the kitchen and pulled out a glass and poured himself a glass of bourbon. Jason had seen him drinking beer all afternoon, so the change to whiskey was a telling sign. Jason walked over to the kitchen area and took a seat at the breakfast bar before Clay. “What can you tell us?”

Clay took a pull from his glass and shrugged a shoulder. “Not much. Not yet,” he shook his head. “We roll out in a couple weeks with Alpha,” he glanced at Derrick. “Bravo will take point with Alpha providing back up. Kara rolls with Bravo,” Clay shared a glance with Metal.

Jason kept his internal groan to himself. He hated straps. Now to have a team members wife strapped to their team? It was too messy. Too many things could go wrong. “And the location?” Jason asked.

“Can’t say yet. Pike said there should be a briefing Monday at base, to bring everyone up to speed,” Clay sighed and met Jason’s eyes.

Jason could see the pain in those baby blues. It was like a stab in the gut to see his rookie hurting so badly.

The office door swung open, and Kara stormed out, eyes red and hair in disarray. She carried a whiskey sniffer that was full. There was well over three fingers of whiskey in that glass. She glanced around the room and her gaze settled on Metal.

“Well, if it isn’t the green-eyed demon doc,” Sonny broke the silence of the Great Room. Kara shot her gaze to him, and he watched her warily. When Kara didn’t say anything, Sonny continued. “I’ve said it before, but you’re scary as hell Doc Spense,” he smirked.

“And why’s that?” Kara asked, her voice low.

“You threatened a five-star Admiral and lived to tell about it,” Sonny nodded at her.

Kara’s green eyes darkened as a rage settled over her face. “That wasn’t a threat,” she told Sonny with a nod. “That was a gods damned promise.”

Kara eyes were hard, and Jason could see her white knuckles gripping the glass in her hand.

Sonny swallowed and almost looked nervous.

Jason couldn’t blame him. There was something dead in Kara’s eyes. That spark that was usually there. The Kara-ness. It was gone. Every muscle in her being seemed different somehow. And the way Clay watched her. That’s what did it for Jason.

Clay’s eyes tracked Kara the moment the office door had opened, and his eyes hadn’t left her. While the concern was evident, there was something else there, a preternatural awareness that she was a hair-trigger away from doing something. But what?

“Kara,” Metal’s voice was hard.

Jason glanced at the man and saw Alpha One sitting there. The Master Chief, not Full Metal, the friend. Kara’s eyes were dead as she met his gaze. She lifted her glass to her lips and took several long pulls from the glass. When she lowered the glass from her lips, it was more than half gone.

Metal was clenching his jaw and staring at her with unrestrained anger.

The sliding glass door opened off the dining room, and Naima walked in holding Jameelah’s hand. “Sorry to interrupt,” Naima glanced around the room, measuring the tension in the room as she glanced around. “Bathroom break.”

Kara’s eyes snapped to hers and something seemed to snap into place.

Naima and Jameelah walked through the tense space and beelined for the stairs, choosing to use the bathroom upstairs over the powder room tucked around the wall behind the kitchen.

Kara set the glass of liquor down on the counter in front of her. Her hands were shaking. She let out a shaky breath and turned to Clay. From where Jason sat, he could see the tears welling in her eyes. Clay didn’t move though; he did not go to her. He still watched her, still with that preternatural stillness. “I can’t do this,” Kara’s voice was breathy and soft. A whispered plea, in a room full of harden warriors, a desperate call for help.

Metal cursed.

Jason sat up straight and glanced around the room. Derrick, Franklin and the other guys on Alpha looked absolutely gutted by her plea, but not one of them said anything. Not one of them went to her. They all looked to Clay.

Jason looked to Bravo, who all looked back at him desperately, except Trent, who had known Kara from before. Trent too, watched Clay.

When Ray went to say something, Clay spoke up. “You don’t have to. You didn’t sign any paperwork. You can turn it down,” Clay’s voice deep and calm, but still, he did not go to her.

Jason eyed him in confusion. They stood some ten feet apart, but it felt like there was an ocean between them.

Kara let out shaky laugh that had Jason turning to look at her. “And you gonna tell an Admiral, no?” she asked Clay.

He pulled his phone out of a pocket on his blue jeans. “I’ll call him right now and tell him no,” he nodded at her and held up his phone. His voice was smooth as steal, but still, he did not go to her.

Kara leaned forward and rested her elbows on the counter of the island and ran her fingers through her hair. She pulled on the locks before she let them go and let out another watery laugh and straighten up. “Why Africa?” she breathed.

Jason couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was a hair-trigger away from breaking, on the precipice of falling over, he could feel it with every fiber of his being.

Clay didn’t answer. He just stared at her with that preternatural awareness and waited. His eyes were hard. His face was an unreadable stone mask. And still, he didn’t not go to her.

“I would gladly go anywhere else in the world,” she breathed. “I would gladly dig ditches in the Korengal Valley before I went back to Africa.”

A hiss went around the room. The Valley was probably the most dangerous place in Afghanistan. To prefer that to Africa? What the fuck had happened in Africa that was so bad, that Kara didn’t want to go back, Jason thought.

Tears flowed freely down Kara’s beautiful face. Pain etched lines around her blazing emerald eyes.

“I know,” Clay nodded. His voice was soft as he rested his hands on the counter of the island and leaned forward and braced himself. There was a shift in him. That preternatural stare hardened, like he was bracing for impact. And still, he did not go to her.

Kara tossed back the rest of her whiskey. “I told you when we were eighteen,” she growled, her eyes dead again. Her voice was gravel. “I would never set foot on that god forsaken continent, if it was the last thing, I ever fucking did.”

The vein in Clay’s jaw popped as he worked his molars. Tears welled in his eyes as he watched her. But still, he did not go to her.

Kara closed her eyes; her breathing ragged. Then her eyes snapped opened, she let out a heart wrenching scream and hurled the whiskey glass into the farmhouse sink behind Clay. Glass shattered and erupted in an ethereal spray of crystal and liquid. There was heart piercing pain in those beautiful green eyes that would haunt Jason for the rest of his days, as would that scream of pain, and terror.

And then Kara was gone. Out of the kitchen, up the stairs and gone. She passed Naima and Jameelah on the stairs. Naima looked utterly terrified as she walked into the kitchen. Ray went to her immediately.

Clay let his head fall into his hands, and let out a ragged breath, the tension leaving his shoulders and body in such a force, he almost collapsed against the island.

“Okay, what the fuck was that?” Jason asked and stood up. He walked around the island toward Clay and caught the expression on all the men’s faces in the room. Alpha looked utterly wrecked. Trent too. They knew some detail that Bravo didn’t. They had some back story that the rest of them didn’t know. Jason hated that feeling more than anything else in the world.

Jason rested a hand on Clay’s shoulder and squeezed it, letting him know he had his back in a silent gesture.

Metal got to his feet.

Clay stood up straight. He lifted his head, wiped the tears from his eyes.

Metal headed moved toward the staircase.

“Do. Not.” Clay’s voice was hard as nails. He glared daggers at Metal.

Metal stopped at the base of the stairs and stared Clay down.

Jason had only seen Metal look at the enemy like that. But Clay… Jason had never seen Clay look so fucking deadly before. Not even in full gear, on the battlefield. Clay would throw down against Metal if he took one step up that staircase.

Metal sneered at Clay, then abruptly turned and stormed out of the house and slammed the front door behind him.

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Chapter Four:

Kara had to stifle a groan as the Detective before asked her the same question for the 6th time now. They were standing out in the parking lot of the hospital, several hours after the two men tried to blow up the E.D. Thankfully, they had failed, because both men had been wearing enough explosives to level the whole E.D.

Now Kara was sore, exhausted, and getting agitated as she continued to repeat herself for the inane Detective. She glanced over at Metal and Bravo who were about twenty feet away, waiting for her to be finished. They had already been done for a while now, but she had to get stuck with Deputy Do-little over here.

Metal was watching her intently. He knew she could handle herself, but he’d jump in if she gave him a signal. Jason Hayes watching her, was a little unnerving. The man was a legend in DEVGRU, and Clay had always spoke highly of him. Kara had heard stories about him and how he’d thought Clay had used Ash’s name to further his career, even though it was quite the opposite in the Navy.

“And how do you know Swahili?” the balding, middle aged detective asked, again.

“For the tenth time now,” Kara growled, annoyed. “I grew up in Africa. I speak ten languages. I was in the Navy for eight years. I was trained by the military to assess a threat and shoot. I did that. You have fifteen witness to testify to that. The hospital will gladly give over the security camera footage of the E.D. So, unless you are pressing charges, you can contact me through my lawyer.” She purposely let her voice carry to those around them, knowing damn well Metal and Bravo would be on her, and the media was only a few feet away as well.

“Is there a problem, here?” a male voice spoke up just behind the Detective.

Kara looked over his shoulder and smiled broadly. “Captain Linstrott,” she greeted. “I was just explaining to your detective here, how he should have everything he needs from me, and if he doesn’t that, he can contact my lawyer.”

Captain Linstrott was a tall and imposing black man with broad shoulders and a thick chest. The man was ex-army ranger and an all-around ball-buster, which was why Kara liked the man so much. They got a long and she’d even gone out of her way to help the man with a couple cases. “That true, Kintel?” Linstrott’s voice was deep and commanding.

The Detective immediately dropped his attitude and took a step back. He glanced over his shoulder at his boss and nodded once before he walked away.

“How you doing, Kara?” the Captain asked as he stepped into the place Detective Kintel just voided.

Kara sighed and rolled her neck, cracking her spine in several place. “I’ve been better, Jack,” she greeted.

Linstrott opened his mouth to say something else, but Kara’s phone was blasting in her pocket. She pulled it out quickly and saw the blue screen and her stomach dropped with dread. Her head shot up and over at where Metal was standing with Bravo, Conrad, and Nic. They were pulling out their phones too, to loud alarms and blue screens. “He’s coding!” Kara shouted and took off running toward the hospital.

She didn’t even need to look behind her to know that they would all follow.

~*~

Jason was panting as he burst out of the stairwell onto the 3rd floor, well behind Kara and her team. Metal and Bravo had taken off after them, but Kara was a god damned missile as she launched through the hallways and stairwell of the hospital.

The look of pure terror on her face when she pulled out her phone had sent Jason’s heart plummeting. Clay was in danger, and they were too far away.

By the time they rushed toward the room, Sonny and the rest of Bravo were standing in the hall watching through the window as Kara and her team worked on Clay. Paddles were out, someone yelled clear, and they were sending electricity through his body.

Jason gripped his hair in anguish as he watched helplessly through the window as Clay’s body jolted up with the force of the volts running through his body.

“What happened?” Ray asked Sonny, as he skidded to a halt beside them.

“Nothing, I dunno,” Sonny shook his head. “Davis and I were talking. His monitors were beeping fine… then suddenly they weren’t, and nurses were running in here. They called a Code Blue and called for the doctors.”

“Charge again,” Kara called to her staff. “Clear.” Clay’s body jumped again.

The steady rhythm of the monitors followed the room and Kara’s voice sounded out. “Heart rate steady, BP 150 over 100. Let’s push 10 CC’s of lisinopril and up his morphine…” Jason didn’t hear anymore as Kara continued to rattle off directions to her team.

It was a miracle they had gotten to him in time. He had coded and almost died.

Jason had to sit down. They were having a shitty ass day and it was only getting worse.

~*~

Kara sighed as she looked down at her husband. Clay was doing better now, but still it had been nerve-wracking for a couple minutes there. She never should have left him. Never should have let Metal talk her into getting food. She wasn’t making that mistake twice.

After an hour of sitting up straight in the chair next to bed, eyes never leaving his monitors, she finally gave in and crawled up on the bed next to him. She moved his good arm out of the way, and careful of bullet wound in his right leg, she rested her head on his right shoulder and curled up next to him on his right side. He had been shot in his left shoulder, just above the heart, his left torso and his right thigh muscle.

The BP spike was unusual, but par for the course. His fever was high, so they started meds to help fight his infection and bring down the fever. Laying with her head on his shoulder, she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Knowing there was nothing else she could do; she sighed and nuzzled her face into his neck. “I need you to hold on my love,” she murmured against his skin. “I can’t lose you.”

~*~

It was going on seven a.m. the next day when Jason stirred in his seat. All of Bravo had stayed in the waiting room with Alpha team, waiting through the night to see how Clay was doing. Once Kara had gotten Clay’s vitals under control, she had quickly shooed the guys out of the room, closed the door, and climbed into bed with her husband.

Not that anyone could blame her. Clay would want her there with him. She should be there. Jason just wished he could be in the room too. Being able to see with his own eyes was all that was holding him together. But he felt like a peeping tom every time he walked over to peer into the window to watch Kara and Clay sleeping.

So, he had planted his ass in the waiting room chair with all of Bravo and Alpha teams around them.

Now just after seven in the morning, he needed coffee. As he was about to get up at leave the waiting room, when the sound of boots slapping the linoleum in a rhythmic pattern broke through the din of the hospital. He looked over in time to hear Davis gasp as six men stood before the waiting room.

Whiskey team.

At the head of the group was Kit O’Connell. Whiskey Team leader. A ghost of myth and legend. He stood tall with black hair cropped short and chiseled features.

On either side of him, his blood brothers and teammates, Kieran and Killian O’Connell. All massive men with the same dark hair and chiseled features and startling green eyes. Same startling green eyes he’d seen on Kara.

Jason stood up and walked over. “O’Connell,” he nodded at the three blood brothers that had somehow managed to convince the Navy’s upper brass that they would best serve if they fought on the same SEAL Team. It was almost unheard of in the Navy. Too much distraction and conflict of interest. But they’d been a Tier-one team together for several years now.

“Hayes,” Kit O’Connell greeted gruffly.

There wasn’t really any bad blood between the two teams, but there wasn’t too much friendliness either. O’Connell was a hard ass and demanded perfection. Jason liked to take a more laidback approach to things. Both teams delivered results, but they rarely worked together.

“What are you guys doing here?” Jason asked.

“We heard about the shooting when we got back from an Op,” Kit nodded. “Kara’s our kid sister,” he explained.

Lisa let out a small gasp as Bravo shifted in their seats. Yet another surprise to them. How much did they even know about their new team member? And how shitty of a team were they to be finding out this sort of information some six months after Clay joined them.

Kit read the room well and shifted on his feet. “You didn’t know,” he stated.

Metal stood up and walked over, sensing the shift.

“No, Clay never mentioned it,” Jason admitted.

Kit nodded once, but it was Kieran that spoke up. “Yeah, Clay’s pretty tight lipped when it comes to Kara. We wanted to draft him, but we weren’t up, and he had told us to leave it be. Wanted to be drafted based on his reputation and not his family ties.”

“Especially given the shit with the Ash-hole,” Killian added.

Jason could only nod, given the new information. He was having a hard time wrapping his head around it. Clay had ties to both Alpha and Whiskey teams and had never mentioned it. Clay was a pretty friendly guy around base, so Jason had never questioned it when he sometimes hung around other guys, but the family ties was not something he was expecting.

“Kara was pretty tight lipped when she came to Alpha. Took a while to break down her walls,” Metal nodded.

“More like you earned her respect, and she finally opened up,” Kieran shrugged.

Metal nodded once. “Trust. Respect we had, trust we didn’t. We earned her trust, and she became an open book.”

Jason had to hand it to Metal. He really was different with Kara.

The O’Connell brothers could only nod. “How’s Clay?” Kit asked.

Derrick and Trent walked over, both medics, and explained.

Then Jason, Ray and Metal explained how Kara had saved the day with the two s-vest wearing extremists in the E.D. and how she was generally a badass all around.

“What the fuck?” Killian growled after hearing everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours.

“Dude, I told you keep an eye on my fucking sister,” Kit snapped at Metal.

“Have you met your sister?” Metal chuckled. “That woman does whatever the hell she damn well wants when she wants. Good luck keeping up.”

A grin broke out across Kit’s face. “She listens to you though,” Kit nodded.

Metal shook his head. “She tolerates me,” he said. “We all know there’s only one man, and one man only that Kara will ever listen to.”

The O’Connell brothers nodded sadly. “Thanks for keeping an eye out,” Kit nodded at Metal, then Jason too.

Clay’s hospital room door opened, and Kara staggered out, looking slightly worse for wear. Her ponytail was a tangled mess of curls, her clothes were skewed, and her hoody was hanging off her shoulder. She was rubbing her eyes as she walked out and didn’t see them all there right away. When she finally dropped her hands and looked over, Jason could see the exhaustion etched into her face.

“Hey Kare Bear,” Kit murmured.

It took Kara a second to take in her brothers standing there, before her face crumpled and the tears were pouring down her face. Kit opened his arms and Kara launched herself at her older brother. He caught her easily as she collided against him. Loud, heart-wrenching sobs tore through her as she buried her head in her older brother’s chest.

Killian and Kieran moved in, each wrapping an arm around Kara, as Kit held her tight.

Metal sighed and rubbed his face, looking about as helpless as Jason felt. He glanced over his shoulder to see his team all watching on, looking about as helpless as he was. It was a horrible situation all around, and there wasn’t much any of them could do. Even Davis had tears rolling down her face as she watched.

“Hey now, Kare Bear. It’s okay,” Kit murmured before he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I almost lost him,” she choked out.

“I know, Kare, I know. But you didn’t. He’s strong, and he’s got the best damn doctor and surgeon this side of the Mississippi. He’s got you watching out for him. He’s gonna be home and in your way and driving you crazy in no time,” Kit grinned.

Kara chuckled and calmed down a bit. She gave another sniffle before she pulled away and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her hoody before Kieran pressed a tissue into her fingers and she was able to wipe her nose.

“Metal told us you kicked ass last night,” Killian grinned.

“Nah, that’ was all him,” Kara murmured with a smile and glanced over at them.

Jason could see just how broken she was, but still hanging on and holding strong.

Metal actually looked confused though. “I didn’t do anything,” he said.

“You don’t remember, do you?” Kara smirked.

Metal shook his head, still confused.

“My first day training with Alpha team,” Kara nodded. “You told me, if I ever found myself in a hostage situation, I could not rely on you. I had to be able to get myself out on my own.”

Understanding dawned on Metal’s face and Jason had to grin. “You did good, kid,” Metal praised.

Kara smiled and nodded.

“Alright what can we do?” Kit asked. “It’s moving weekend, right? It’s Saturday. The new house. Put us to work. How can we help?”

“Moving weekend?” Jason asked, stepping closer. This sounded like just what his team needed to help and feel useful. “Yeah, put us to work. We’d love to help,” he glanced over his shoulder at his team, who all nodded eagerly.

“Uh yeah,” Kara nodded and glanced around as everyone, including Bravo moved in closer. “Yeah,” she stated again and pulled out her phone to check the time. “The storage pods will be delivered at nine. It’s eight now. Someone should probably be there to sign for them. Our apartment is packed and ready to be moved. You’ll probably need a couple pickups to load up there,” her voice grew steadier and more confident as she gave directions.

Davis moved in closer, and Jason had to smile. Logistics was her forte.

“On the island at the apartment is my notebook with all my notes on what goes where, what needs to be done and all that,” Kara explained. She pulled out a set of keys from her hoody pocket and pulled two rings apart. “These are the keys to the new house,” she handed Kit a set. “These are the keys to the apartment,” she handed Killian the other set. “There’s a bag in the bathroom at the apartment. It’s all my shit. If someone could bring that to me here, that’d be amazing,” Kara sighed.

“Consider it done,” Jason nodded at her.

Her gaze rested on him and could sense the same uneasiness settle over her from their first meeting, but Lisa was the one to break the awkwardness this time around. “I’ll grab your notebook and get a plan going for these guys,” she assured Kara.

Kara turned away from Jason and smiled easily at her. “I’m sure you will,” she nodded.

“I’ll grab your bag and pick you up breakfast,” Metal said. “Ham and cheese omelet, hash browns and a side of bacon?”

“And coffee. Lots of coffee,” she added to the order that Metal clearly already knew.

“Roger,” Metal said.

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Chapter Two:

Bravo team made themselves comfortable in the waiting room that was kiddie corner away from Clay’s room. They were able to have an eye on the door but gave Kara her privacy with her husband. Hawk had left shortly after assuring them that Clay would be okay, and the guys had settled in for the long haul.

That had been hours ago, and Kara hadn’t left the room once.

A steady rhythm of boots on the floor had the team looking up to find Full Metal, Derrick, and the rest of Alpha Team with them. “Hey guys,” Jason greeted.

“Hey, we heard what happened,” Metal nodded. “How’s he doing?”

“He’s uh, okay,” Jason nodded.

Trent spoke up, speaking as a medic for their team. Derrick was also a medic, so it made it easier. He laid out everything Hawk had told them and when he was finished, they all sighed a deep breath of relief. “And how is Kara?” Metal asked. “She’s gotta be freakin that her husband was almost killed Stateside by a terrorist.”

“She hasn’t come out,” Davis murmured.

Metal sighed and pulled his hat off his head to run his fingers through his hair. The other guys shifted restlessly. “Kara’s one of ours,” Metal explained. “She rolled with us for three years as our doctor.”

“What?” Ray looked up astonished.

“She was our strap, but we gave her the call sign Alpha Seven from the start. She earned that call sign. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times she saved our asses in a fight, and I’m not just talking from bleeding out. She’s quick with a gun, and smart as hell with strategy,” Metal said, his voice full of respect for the Doctor. “She’s Alpha Team for life.”

“She’s family,” Derrick added.

There was a chorus of agreements from the rest of the guys that had Bravo team floored.

“We had no idea,” Jason admitted, a little upset to be learning this for the first time.

“We’ve been asking Clay about her, trying to meet her. He’s been with us six-months now, but he says she’s always working,” Sonny grumbled.

“She is,” Metal nodded. “It’s the fellowship program. She needs so many hours under her belt to finish it. It’s why she left us last year. She wanted her fellowship, Clay wanted Tier-one, they both couldn’t be in DEVGRU, so it was perfect timing when her contract ended. We begged her not to go, but she told us she had plans.”

“You guys still keep in touch?” Ray asked Metal, sensing a bond there.

“We all do,” Derrick nodded at their team. “Like I said, Kara is family.”

~*~

The guys of Alpha settled in with Bravo in the waiting room, waiting for Kara to come out. When another couple of hours passed by without her appearance Metal got restless. “She hasn’t eaten all day?” he asked.

“Probably not,” Davis sighed.

Before Metal could pull out his phone though, the door to Clay’s room finally opened.

Kara walked out, moving slowly. Her head was down and both hands were up and rubbing her shoulders. She was clearly exhausted and stiff from sitting in the chair for the last four hours. “Yo, Spenser,” Metal called out to her.

Her head shot up and she looked over. A ghost of a smile flickered across her face as she dropped her hands and walked over. Metal met her halfway and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. From where Jason was standing, he could see the deep breath Kara took as she tangled her fingers in the back of Metal’s shirt. She clung to him like a lifeline and took deep, steadying breaths.

Metal looked about as soft as Jason had ever seen him. His face was pressed into Kara’s black hair. She stood a good foot shorter than him, but he held her tight against him. “How you doing, kid?” Metal’s gruff voice rumbled out.

“I’m fine,” Kara’s voice was soft and muffled against Metal’s chest.

“Fucked up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional,” Metal answered.

“Why ask, if you already know?” she sighed and pulled away to look up at him. Even from where Jason stood, he could see the exhaustion etched on her face.

“Have you eaten?” Metal asked, changing the subject.

“Nah, I’m not hungry,” she muttered and pulled away from him.

He was quickly replaced by Derrick and then the rest of the Alpha guys, one by one.

“Have you met Bravo yet?” Metal asked her.

“Not officially,” she said and looked toward them. “Hey Trent,” she grinned at a familiar face.

“Hey Kara,” Trent greeted with a smile. “Been a while,” he murmured has he hugged her.

“Too long,” she agreed and hugged him hard.

Her eyes landed on Jason as she stepped back from Trent. “Jason Hayes,” Jason stepped forward and introduced himself, holding out his hand.

She hesitated slightly before she finally shook it. “Nice to finally put a face to the legend,” she commented.

Jason could sense the tension rolling off her at meeting him. It was definitely not as warm a welcome as the others, and he could only wonder as to why.

Kara’s eyes roamed over to Ray and grinned, “Ray Perry?” she asked.

Ray grin was a broad as he nodded, “Yes ma’am. My wife tells me you two have gotten close,” he hedged, trying to ease some of the tension from the awkward meet with Jason.

Kara’s smile was easy at the mention of Naima. “Naima has been a godsend navigating the political nightmare that is this hospital. She’s a sweetheart, for sure.”

Ray could only grin at the high praise his wife received. “That she is,” he agreed.

Kara grinned and her eyes moved on to Davis, “And you must be Lisa Davis,” she nodded.

“That’s me,” Davis grinned. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Clay.”

“Same girl, he tells me without you, these guys would forget their heads back here Stateside,” Kara chuckled.

That pulled a chorus of laughter from the group of men.

“Brock, right?” Kara smiled and held out her hand, continuing on with the introductions.

“Yeah, nice to meet you,” Brock smiled easily.

“And last not be definitely not least, Sonny Quinn,” Sonny barged into the conversation, sticking out his hand.

Kara laughed easily. “Yes, the BFF I’m gonna have to fight over, for time with my husband,” she grinned, shaking his hand.

Sonny chuckled and shook her hand, “Yes, well, we’ve been trying to get you to come out with us whenever we can,” Sonny grinned.

“I know,” she sighed. “Clay tells me. It’s my fault. I’m working anywhere from 80 to 100 hours a week right now.”

Jason watched her as she talked with his guys, taking in her earnest and honest nature. The easy way she talked to his team. He couldn’t understand her earlier hesitation with him, so it had to be him and only him. She clearly didn’t have an issue with Bravo as a whole.

“Why are you killing yourself lately?’ Metal asked.

Kara rolled her eyes. “I’m not killing myself. I have roughly 10,000 hours left on my fellowship program. Once those hours are done, I can scale back.”

“10,000 hours? What does that translate to?” Derrick asked.

“416 days,” Kara explained. “But surgical hours count for double, so like I performed a 6-hour surgery on Clay, I’ll bill for 12 hours, on top of what I’ve put in this week, and the other surgeries I’ve performed.”

“So, what are you at right now?” Metal asked.

She glanced down at her watch on her left wrist. “I’ve physically worked 66 hours as right now, but I’ve done 4 surgeries in the last 66 hours, at 32 surgical hours. So, I’m at 98 hours towards my Fellowship from this shift.”

“So, you’ll be done in less than the 416 days, I’m assuming?” Davis asked.

“That’s the plan,” Kara sighed and ran a hand down her face. “My goal is 6-8 months, and then I’ll be free.”

“Great! So, I’ve got my wingman for 6-8 months then!” Sonny smirked.

Kara laughed easily and shook her head.

“How’s he doing?” Jason finally spoke up.

“He’s… okay,” Kara nodded slowly, turning somber as she looked up at him. She was a good foot shorter than all the men standing around. “The next 48 hours are critical. He’s at risk for infection and sepsis, but we’ve got him on broad spectrum antibiotics. He lost a lot of blood, but we’ve been running transfusions. Right now, we’re keeping him sedated and letting the meds do their thing. If we can keep the fever down and his pain levels down, his body will heal faster.”

“So, what are we looking at here in terms of timeline and care?” Ray asked.

“Best case scenario? We’re looking at anywhere from 3-6 days in the hospital. Probably 3-6 weeks bed rest at home before physical therapy starts.” Kara chuckled and shook her head. “Clay won’t do that though.”

“What do you mean?” Jason asked, on edge.

“Clay is a stubborn ass and will be out of this hospital in three days. I’ll be lucky if I can keep him tied to my bed for a week before he starts physical therapy on his own,” Kara rolled her eyes.

All the guys laughed, even Jason had to chuckle at that. Kara seemed to know her husband well.

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