20A/N: I mean, could I have just let the events of "Siege Protocol" go? No. No definitely not. Some follow up to all those darling Savis moments including some extra whump and fun.
Davis was hurt and Sonny could tell from her brusque manner and lack of eye contact that it hadn't been some minor slip and fall on their way out of dodge. Something bad had happened at that safe house and not knowing was making his gut churn. "Hey, Blackburn." He caught the commander's attention. "What happened to Davis back there?"
"Run in with a rifle," Eric said. "Things got hairy for a second. Coulda been a lot worse."
Sonny tried not to think about what that might mean, death being one of the kindest options for an American woman captured in this part of the world. He wanted to check on her and make sure she was all right, but they were low on ammo and if he didn't get together everything they had they were sitting ducks. Conversation was going to have to wait.
He was in the middle of counting mags when Jason bellowed for him, drawing him into the next room. The sight of Lisa being held up by Trent, blood dripping down her face turned his blood cold. "Everything okay?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm even as panic lanced through his gut.
"Yeah get this thing working," Jason said gruffly, yanking down a cable from the ceiling as Trent pulled Lisa from the room, still protesting in true Lisa fashion.
Once again what he really wanted was to follow Trent and make sure Lisa was all right. She could have a fractured skull or even a brain bleed if the impact had been hard enough and they were still hours away from help. His hands slipped and the cable dropped to the floor. He dove after it with a scowl and mentally shook himself. The faster they got things up and running, the safer all of them would be. He needed to get it under control.
Clay walked in moments later, looking better now that Trent had stapled him up and gotten a little morphine in him. "Davis all right?" Jason asked immediately.
Apparently Sonny wasn't the only one who was worried. Davis was a vital member of their team, not to mention a friend. Jason would make Lisa a priority, no matter what else was going on and Sonny felt a rush of gratitude toward his boss.
"She keeps saying she's fine but she looks a little out of it. Trent thinks it's a concussion. He's got her on a drip," Clay said.
Sonny let himself breathe. It was the best possible scenario given the situation. A concussion they could deal with. It meant she was mobile and not in danger of bleeding out. She would be fine until they could get her home to a real doctor.
It was all too easy for Sonny to find an excuse to stay behind as Jason rounded up the team for Mandy's goose chase. His reasoning was legitimate, they needed to get their ammo situation under control, but he would have stayed either way; he wasn't leaving Lisa alone again.
Trent caught his arm before they pulled out. "Keep an eye on Davis. I put her on another drip but she's probably not going to keep it in."
Sonny nodded. "You got it."
Sure enough the next time he saw her she was back to work, still fiddling with their tech, doing who knew what with it. His first attempt at conversation went over poorly. He couldn't tell if it was because she was annoyed at him for hovering or because she was hurting and trying not to let on. So he decided to go for a more jovial approach.
He knocked before entering, trying not to spook her. "You know uh, typically we push the rifle barrel away with our hands and not our head."
It got him half a smile. Not what he was looking for. He decided to push his luck a little further. "Huh, you know I uh, I really wish I was there Davis. We had just gotten to the safe house ten minutes sooner…"
She shook her head. "That's not your job. It's on me to have my back."
She was blaming herself, which was completely ridiculous. From what he'd gleaned from Blackburn and Mandy she'd practically dismantled their entire setup single handed. "Everybody's gotta have their six covered from time to time."
Her eyes went back to her screen without giving a response. "You gotta ease up on yourself," he urged, stepping a little closer.
She looked up at him and the pain in her eyes knocked the air right out of his lungs. "You know, I thought I was gonna die Sonny. Right there on the floor."
He touched her shoulder then cupped her face, thumb stroking gently at her hair. He couldn't help it. She needed him right now and to be honest he felt a little unsteady himself. Thinking of her, lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood…he swallowed hard. "I swear to you, I woulda burnt this city to the ground."
Blackburn returned and Sonny dropped his hand. His emotions were all tangled up again in a way he couldn't quite deal with right now, but if he'd helped her even a little it was worth it. Maybe they could do this friend thing again after all. It clearly didn't work to pretend they didn't care. So maybe a little friendship now and again would ease the pain of losing each other.
Her head was throbbing, but it was nothing compared to her wounded ego. She had been the weak link today and she was furious about it. She'd let her guard drop for half a second and then had to be rescued like some helpless damsel in a children's story. It was an image she'd worked hard to avoid her entire career and she could barely look at anyone for the shame and heat that flooded her at what they must be thinking.
It didn't help that every, single person who walked by did a double take and immediately started questioning her health and wellbeing. How many times did you have to say you were fine before people left you the hell alone? Apparently the answer was "a lot." And they'd probably still bother you after that.
Her life hadn't flashed before her eyes like some cliché movie or television show. There hadn't been time for that. Instead she'd had exactly one thought, crystal clear and completely agonizing: Sonny. Just his name. And the feeling that she wished it had gone differently. And the desperate, panicked thought that she wished he would come through the door and save her.
Not that she was disappointed it had been Eric instead. She was grateful. But also embarrassed. All she wanted was to go home, take a long shower, and sleep for a week. But they weren't out of the woods yet, not by a long shot, and god damn it she was going to get them out of this mess if it killed her.
Which it might. She was standing on a desk, reaching to try and get some cables connected when the world went grey and she felt her knees giving out. She was vaguely of aware of Jason catching her and pulling her down, but the only thought she was holding onto was that she had to get the Satcom up. They were blind without it. She wouldn't be the weak link. Not again. Not ever.
"Breathe," Jason ordered, and she tried, she really tried, but her heart was beating rapidly inside her chest and she was so incredibly dizzy she thought she might be sick.
She didn't want to go with Trent, she wanted to stay and help, but apparently she didn't have a choice in the matter. She stumbled along with him into the next room, his arms the only thing keeping her from pitching to the floor because her legs seemed to have completely turned to jelly. "Easy now," he said, as she practically collapsed onto a bed.
Sitting helped. "I'm fine," she told him as Clay got up from his own bed, concern written all over his face. She hated being on the receiving end of that look.
"Davis, what the hell happened?" Clay asked.
"I just—" She felt bile rising up in her throat and clamped her lips shut, grabbing onto the bed frame to keep herself upright, trying to force the sick feeling away.
Trent checked her eyes, probed at the wound, and then he and Clay decided to tag team their interrogation which made her really snippy. She knew she was being rude and childish, but it was annoying as hell, especially when she was so mad at herself. She would have to apologize when they finally got out of here.
The IV did help some and she managed to get upright in time to help the team prep to head out, but she still felt unsteady on her feet. "How are you?" Trent asked before he headed out.
"I'm good," she said. Her head was a little light but her vision was fine and who wouldn't be nauseous in a situation like this?
He didn't buy it, grabbing her elbow and steering her back into the treatment room. "You need another bag." He hooked her up and then fixed her with a stern look. "Don't move until this is empty. I'm going to tell Blackburn I started you on a second drip."
"Okay, fine," Lisa said.
"You need to relax."
"I'll just pretend I'm at the spa." She gave him a fake smile and the look he gave back to her said he didn't believe it for a second.
She ripped out the IV as soon as he was gone. Nobody had told Clay he had to sit around even though the man had a chest full of staples. She felt fine enough and if she had to lie to Blackburn about it…well as long as she kept herself upright he would never know.
She settled in behind the computer, picking up right where she'd left off before Trent had dragged her away. It wasn't a surprise that Sonny found her there. What was a surprise was how she felt about it. All she'd wanted was to be left alone to wallow and shove her feelings so deep inside there was no chance they'd ever come back out again.
But then he went and made her smile. When she'd been pretty sure nothing would ever make her smile again. That stupid, Sonny Quinn charm cut through the darkness and the eyes he turned on her were so tender, and she was hurting so bad, and she found all of her feelings about the day bubbling back up.
"You know, I thought I was gonna die Sonny. Right there on the floor." She felt tears building as she said the words, as she admitted to him, and him alone, how truly terrified she'd been. And when he touched her, oh god, all she wanted to was to fall weeping into his arms. She craved his strength, his steadiness, the sense of safety and belonging she felt with him.
When Eric came back Sonny pulled away and they all went back to work. But a small kernel of hope settled inside her chest. Maybe, just maybe, she and Sonny could be friends again after all.
A/N: I have so many feelings about these episodes. The biggest being hope. It's still there folks! That Savis chemistry. It's alive and I have faith it will ignite again! More to come! Leave your love in the reviews!
