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Plot: Sent to secure classified intel in South Africa on Christmas, a member of Bravo Team is soon fighting for their life when things don't go as planned.

1: Christmas Miracles

Ray adjusted the rifle in his hands and spared a quick glance over his shoulder. "How're we looking, Boss?" he asks his friend and team leader, Jason Hayes.

"They haven't left. If we're gonna do this, we need to act before they miss their guys."

"Agreed, but we're in a pretty tight spot right now."

Jason grits his teeth, realizing that his second in command was right. But they'd have to make it work. "We'll make it work. Take these guys out, quick and dirty, get to their base and their supplies. It's our only play."

"So, how you wanna do this?" Sonny asks. Quick and dirty may be his favorite way of doing things, but their brother was counting on them not making a mistake this go around.

"Ray and I will flank around them, take out the men at the front gates. Sonny, you and Brock wait until their backup files out, then take them." Orders Jason. He looks at the prone figure on the ground, flashes of how they got into this mess raging in his mind. "It'll work; buy us enough time for exfil to arrive and to take care of him until they do."

"Copy that."

"Let's do this."

One day ago

"Your objective for this mission is to retrieve intel that was intercepted from one of our ground transports through South Africa. The transport convoy was attacked just a few hours ago, meaning that those who hit us are likely to still be within this grid here, waiting for another chance to grab the package before it makes it to American hands." Mandy Ellis tell Bravo Team with a string of pictures and a map behind her.

"Causalities?" asks Jason.

"Surprisingly, none. This was a quick and coordinated attack; flash grenades and tear gas after the convoy was run off the road. Not a single bullet was fired. A few of the guys got a concussion from being rammed from behind, but that's the worst of it." Mandy tells the guys. "They likely didn't want to risk hitting the package in the crossfire. One of the soldiers was able to get to their destination without any other injuries before the insurgents could grab the case."

"What's the package?" Clay inquires.

"I'm afraid that's classified. You just need to know that it is imperative that we get our hands on it before the local insurgents figure out what it is and what they can do with it." Eric Blackburn replies. "You leave for South Africa at 0500. Merry Christmas."

In country

Ellis told the team that the base where the intel was being held was in a small building a few miles away from a nature reserve, in the forest. Bravo was being expected to escort the intel back to the States, but when Bravo arrived, they were greeted with a sight of an overrun building and no friendlies in sight.

"Bravo One to HAVOC, I see seven insurgents in the suspected location of the intel."

"HAVOC to Bravo One, that's a good copy. Be advised that with that tree cover, we will not have eyes on you with ISR. Proceed with caution." Says Blackburn.

"Copy that. Preparing to move in."

Quick. In and out. That's what this mission was going to be. Seven insurgents meant that someone would have to do double time to take out the seventh man. Jason said that whoever had the shot needs to take it, realizing that all of the men were quick on the trigger when the job required it. Which it often did.

"Ready to go in three, two, one…" the men exited the brush and advanced on the small building, towards the unsuspecting insurgents. Six bodies quickly hit the ground, but the seventh never did. Instead, gunfire erupted from the hills above Bravo Team just as the seventh insurgent dashed back inside.

"Cover, cover, cover!" someone shouts, and fire is returned while the men took shelter where they could.

Ray shouts, "Jase move!"

Jason dives behind an empty barrel, only returning fire when he was covered. "HAVOC, we're taking heavy fire here!"

"Copy that Bravo One. They must have hidden men in the hills; ISR still can't get a clear image." Says Blackburn. "You need to locate the package and make for exfil before they call for backup."

The urgency in Eric's voice reminded Bravo Team the importance of that package, even if they didn't know what it was. "Trent! Clay! Secure the package!"

Trent was first through the doorway, with Clay hot on his heels. He swept left and right before advancing deeper into the building. Bravo Four had just motioned for Six to clear the area to their left when movement on his right caught his attention. He brings his weapon up higher, takes a few careful steps forward, soon spots the final insurgent, who is holding a small silver case close to his chest with one hand and is now aiming a shotgun with the other.

Both men pull their triggers at the same time.

Clay had just cleared his room when the shots rang out from behind him, and when he arrived a few seconds later, he saw Trent hunched over the dead insurgent, securing the case.

"Trent, you alright?" he asks when he sees blood in two different spots on the floor. And quickly noticing how his teammate moved when standing, holding his right arm close to his body.

"Bravo Four to Bravo One, package is secure. Heading your way." says Trent into the comms. "On you." then follows Clay back towards the front.

Trent and Clay were nearly at the door when a voice from outside shouts "Incoming!". Suddenly, the building shakes, raining down stone and wood on Four and Six. Clay is suddenly thrown forward as the building beings to cave in on itself. Trent managed to shove the younger SEAL out of the way but was caught up in the blast himself. He felt himself be picked up off the ground and tossed through the air, hitting something hard with a sickening thud. And when he finally landed, he had already blacked out. The package skidded across the ground.

The amount of time that passed before the gunfire died away and the debris stopped falling altogether is unknown. Jason Hayes told his men to sound off, wanting to make sure they were all okay.

"Three good."

"Two, all clear."

"Five, clear."

"Spenser? Clay, report?" someone grabs Clay's shoulders, none too gently hauls him to his feet. "Clay!"

"Man down!" comes Brock's shout from across the way. "Man down!"

Ray continues to check over Clay, who is dazed, likely due to the cut to his head. And though his mumbles that he is 'fine' over and over, Ray takes that statement with a grain of salt and applies a towel to the seeping wound. Jason wait for any confirmation that the young SEAL member is okay. At Ray's nod, Jason moves to where Sonny and Brock are clearing rocks and wood away from an unmoving Trent.

"Talk to me."

"I saw him push Spenser out of the way right when the RPG hit the building…" Brock trails off, still removing rocks. When their brother was finally clear, he carefully places two fingers to Trent's neck and waits.

"HAVOC to Bravo One. I need a sitrep. What happened?" Blackburn calls over comms. ISR was useless with all the damn trees. "Jason?"

Brock continues to run his hand over Trent's body, searching for wounds and trying to wake their unofficial medic up. Jason, Sonny and Ray had taken up watch positions, while Clay had been ordered to sit on the ground with the package.

"The package is secure but…" he pauses, looks at Trent, still no movement. Brock shakes his head. "Four is down."

"How bad?"

"Stand by, HAVOC."

"Standing by."

"Brock?" Jason asks with hesitation and building worry. Trent was the one who looked after them when they were hurt or injured. But when he's the one who goes down?

"His pulse is there, too weak for my liking, but there." Comes a grim reply. "He hit that truck hard, and it looks like he's got a shotgun wound to his right bicep. I can feel a cut on his back, maybe shrapnel, but it isn't bleeding much; I'm worried about internal bleeding." Brock knew that he needed to get a better look at Bravo Four, but he was really worried about moving him at all.

"HAVOC to Bravo One be advised that ISR got a peek through the trees and you have a growing group of insurgents heading your way." Blackburn suddenly says.

"How long?"

A pause. "Less than two minutes. After that firefight, exfil can't risk getting closer than ten mikes from your current position. You need to move."

"Copy that." Jason says into his comms, then turns to his men. "Trouble's heading our way. Sonny, grab Trent. Ray, you've got point, I'll bring up the rear and Brock you've got the kid and the package." It went without saying that they needed to get as far away from their current position. And moving Trent would likely cause more harm for the soldier. But they couldn't take on a large group of insurgents.

One hour later

"Hold up!" comes a shout from the back of the group. Brock is holding the package, while next to him Clay empties the remaining contents of his stomach. That's the second time he's thrown up in the last 33 minutes. Not a good sign. "Definitely a concussion."

Jason looks over his shoulder, waits, and turns to his men. "We can break here for a few minutes, look Trent and Clay over again."

Sonny and Ray move to watch positions, Brock looked at Clay, got him to drink a little Gatorade and changed the bandage around his head before moving to Trent. The bandage he managed to tie around Four's right arm while they were moving through the hills is already soaked through. There is now a trickle of blood that had seeped out of Trent's mouth, running down his chin and his neck.

Brock carefully feels along the unconscious man's back and sides, mutters a curse under his breath, and spares a glance at his Team Leader. "At least three of his ribs are broken on his left side. If we keep moving him like this, the likelihood that it'll puncture his lung goes up."

"Suggestions?" asks Jason. He sees the gears turning in Five's head and wants to know what Brock is thinking.

"We build a litter. Should be able to increase our time to exfil."

"Do it." Jason tells Brock. "Bravo One to HAVOC, come in."

"HAVOC to Bravo One, go ahead."

"Bravo Four is still down. We're stopping here to build a litter and tend to other wounds then we'll keep moving."

"That's a good copy, One. Exfil is still on schedule."

"Copy. Out." Jason keys.

Less than five minutes later, the men had Trent on a litter built from a tarp and tree branches and were moving once more. They walked through the forest in silence, as fast as they could, knowing that their brother was counting on them to make it to exfil. During this time, Clay had begun to get a clear head; he knew where he was and what he was doing, but the pain in his skull remained. Jason was willing to give him his weapon back—which Sonny had been holding to—and told him to stay on his hip at all time. Hayes wasn't going to let anything else happen to the kid on this mission, not while he was watching him.

From the front of the group, Sonny signals them to stop. Ray and Brock gently set the litter down and take up watch positions.

Ray adjust the rifle in his hands and spared a quick glance over his shoulder. "How're we looking, Boss?"

"There's a cabin up ahead. Four men, armed, likely waiting for the others." He replies. "If we're gonna do this, we need to act before they realize that something is wrong."

"Or if the insurgents trailing us gets to them."

"That too."

"That's all well and good, but we're in a pretty tight spot right now." Says Ray. "And how do we know that they haven't already been warned about us out here? This could be another trap."

Jason grits his teeth, realizing that his second in command was right. But they'd have to make it work. "We'll take these guys out, quick and dirty, get to the cabin and their supplies. Exfil is less than a mike away. It's our only play."

"So, how you wanna do this?" Sonny asks. Quick and dirty may be his favorite way of doing things, but their brother was counting on them not making a mistake in the process.

"Ray and I will flank around them, take out the men at the front of the cabin. Sonny, you and Brock wait until their backup files out, then take them." Orders Jason. He looks at the prone figure on the ground, flashes of how they got into this mess raging in his mind. "It'll work; buy us enough time for exfil to arrive and to take care of him until they do." He didn't want to leave his two injured team members behind, but the brush was thick, and Clay was moving well enough to use his weapon. Jason just prayed that he wouldn't need to.

"Copy that."

"Let's do this."

Jason and Ray moved around into position, got the men in their sights, and fired. Soon enough three more men spilled out from the moderate sized cabin to see what the trouble was, only to drop dead themselves. Ray jumped up and moved towards the building with Jason on his heels with Brock and Sonny watching from outside. After a few seconds, Bravo Two deemed it clear and told Brock and Sonny to get Clay and Trent into the building.

Once there, everyone who could grabbed anything and everything that they could use. Ray watched the front and Sonny the rear. Jason cleaned Clay's head with a bottle of whiskey, which prompted the younger to shout out a string of expletives.

"No warn'ng?"

Jason grins. Even with a concussion, the kid still finds a way to complain about something. "Hold that still." He grabbed a fresh bandage, trades places with the towel, and secures it in place. He then hands Clay the package and says, "Watch this. Stay put."

"Brock," Jason walked over to Bravo Five, who is standing over Trent. They had cleared a metal table off and set their brother on top of it in the kitchen area. Brock had been looking Four over, and the better lighting told him what he feared.

"He's has internal bleeding. His abdomen is getting harder every few minutes, his breathing isn't great, and he still hasn't woken up." Brock sighs. He doesn't know how Trent managed to keep a level head out in the field when one of them was hurt. "He needs a transfusion. He's shown me a few times but… He needs a hospital, not me."

"Do what you can. We trust you."

Brock knew that Jason did. Knew that Trent would if he could speak for himself in that situation. With a firm nod, he set himself to work.

Jason was about to call HAVOC for an ETA on exfil when a voice tears from the front of the cabin.

"Guys, I've got movement!" calls Ray with urgency. No sooner had the words left his mouth did shots go sailing through the windows, peppering the doors and walls, causing all the men to take cover.

Sonny fires a few rounds, then calls out from the back, "They're surroundin' us!"

Jason runs to Sonny's side and helps his brother keep the insurgents at bay. When he looked over to see where Clay was, he was surprised and pleased to see the man giving Ray back-up at the front of the cabin. Brock was doing what he could with Trent, but the amount of fire they were taking meant that Jason had to do one thing he was wishing against.

"Brock!"

Bravo Five hesitates for a moment but knows he needs to join the fight. Readying his weapon, he takes aim out of the small kitchen window, mowing down the men who were baring down in his direction.

Something catches his shoulder and his vest simultaneously, sending his back into the ground. Seconds pass as he struggles for breath. Bullets continue to strike the area around him, causing glass and wood to pepper him as he lay on the ground. His first clear thought goes to getting Trent out of the line of fire, but when his eyes reach the table, it's empty.

Panic builds in his chest, confusion takes hold for one moment.

Then he sees his brother at the kitchen window, using his sidearm in his off hand to return fire.

Brock doesn't have time to question anything. He simply pushes aside his own pain to the back of his mind and joins Trent.

"HAVOC to all Bravo companies, exfil is inbound now." Blackburn's voice comes through the comms. "Get a move on! They can't wait forever."

"Backs clear for now! Movemovemove!" Jason orders his men. Sonny backtracks to grab Clay and the package while Ray lays down cover fire for them all from the front. Brock shoulders Trent as best he could manage, pulling and dragging his brother out of the cabin, away from the bullets and finally into the waiting exfil.

Jason takes up a cover position for Ray, tells him to haul tail.

"Last man!"

And Jason quickly follows to the waiting chopper.

Once all six men are aboard, they are quickly lifted into the air.

Not a second passes before someone shouts, "He's not breathing!"

Five hours later, local clinic

Jason and Bravo Team sat around a waiting room in a local hospital. Well, clinic would be a more appropriate term. They were all a bit scrapped and bloodied, some more than others, but they got out. Brock had been taken to the back by a couple of nurses to check his shoulder and chest—which thankfully the bullet did not pierce through his vest—though he fought them on that matter until Jason ordered him to go.

Clay did not fight the doctors who wanted to take a look at his head wound, and the others figured that it had to be bad for him to go willingly. After a couple of hours, the doctor told them what they assumed; Spenser has a concussion and they wanted to keep him under observation, but if he was good, then he would be fine to travel with the others when the time came.

Trent was, for lack of a better term, hanging on by a thread. He coded on the chopper, but the head doctor told the team that Brock's—albeit crude looking—transfusion very well bought the soldier time for the medics to keep him stable enough to get to the clinic. There was only so much the doctor could do for Bravo Four though, and the goal was simply to keep him stable enough to make the trip to Cape Town where a team of American doctors and a better facility were waiting.

Upon seeing Brock walking towards them, Bravo Team got to their feet. Their eyes all silently asking him how he was, though if the sling was any indication of how his arm was, they already knew. It was Jason who broke the silence.

"How are you?"

"I'll live. One in the vest left a wicked bruise, one in my shoulder went straight through." He tells them with a tired sigh. "Any word on Trent or Clay?"

Jason fills his teammate in on what the doctor told them so far. "Blackburn is setting up transport. As soon as the doc gives the all clear, we're heading to Cape Town."

"Master Chief Hayes?" a heavy accented woman says. All eyes land on her, and though she addressed Jason, everyone was listening. "Your soldier is as stable as he is going to be for transport to Cape Town. And while I am against your moving him with the extent of his internal injuries, I realize that I cannot offer him the care he needs. We've done all that we can here. It will take a miracle for him to pull through, but his chances aren't here. You can tell your commander as such."

Jason nods grimly, "Thanks doc."

Less than an hour later, Bravo Team was loading up for the flight to Cape Town. No one said a word. All eyes were on their brother on a stretcher, the wires that were connected to machines, listening to the sound of beepbeepbeep as the only indication Trent was even breathing. Even alive.

Yeah. They would need a miracle.

When they arrived at the hospital, a swarm of doctors and nurses ran Trent into the building, all shouting things across each other that no one fully understood. Clay was ushered inside as well, as they still wanted to monitor his concussion for a while longer. Everyone else followed suit, but Eric stopped them from getting any further.

"You all need rest. Food and a shower and sleep." He tells the men. "Davis will get you all squared away, and I'll stay here and keep an eye on our brothers."

It wasn't a direct order, but Blackburn left no room for arguments. Truth was they all needed to get off their feet; Brock wavered more than he wanted to admit, and Sonny could hardly keep his eyes open. Jason knew that it was the right call, but that didn't mean he agreed with it.

"As soon as you hear anything—" starts Hayes.

Blackburn nods. "You'll be my first call."

Six days later, State side.

Spenser hadn't moved in at least three hours. Sure, he adjusted the position of his legs and took a drink from the bottle on a nearby table, but he didn't leave that uncomfortable chair. He probably should get up, move around and stretch, but he didn't want to take his eyes off of his brother in the bed across from him for one moment.

By some miracle Trent pulled through the first surgery Stateside with few problems. Only for things to go south a few hours later causing the man to need another surgery. Again, by some miracle, he's alive. But Trent still hadn't woken. Not when they were in South Africa, not on the flight back to the States. Bravo Team was really worried by now, but their own doctors told them that Trent's body experienced a lot of trauma on their mission. Time was what he needed to heal, but time meant that his brothers would continue to worry.

Brock had taken over for Clay a few hours later, still nursing his own wounds with a sling. There wasn't a lot to do, so he and Cerberus sat and waited, like they have been for the last six days.

"Don't tell me you've been sitting there like a creep?" comes a whisper from in front of him. Brock looks up from the worn book in his hand, and Cerberus stands and walks over to the bed, nosing the hand closest to the edge. "'Cus that's like…really weird."

"Hey, brother." Says Brock standing as well. "Good to see ya."

"Clay? Everyone else?" Trent asks. He knew he was in the hospital—a place he's been plenty of times—but he didn't know the status of his brothers. And that worried him.

"All fine." Brock smiles at Trent's need to know about the team over his own injuries. "Let's just worry about you, alright?"

Trent nods, lets his eyes close, tiredness coming over him like a wave. He hears Brock step out of the room, probably to get the guys and the doctor, but he doubts that he'll be awake when they get back.

So long as his brothers were all right, he would be fine.

AN: If you've made it this far, thank you for reading. I haven't posted anything in a long time, but I really wanted to do something for this fandom because I love SEAL Team and figured it was a good time to dip my feet back in. I have a lot of ideas that I plan on posting in this collection, but I don't know what my updating schedule will be like while I'm on break from university. I seem to be drawn to minor characters, so my ideas mostly surround Brock and Cerberus and Trent, but will include all of Bravo for the most part.

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