Some headcanons - all set (and written) directly after each episode. Started with episode 5 of season 2. Some episodes have multiple chapters. Chapter length will vary. Various ships and relationships will be explored as inspiration strikes.

Rated K+.

FF and I are having a difference of opinion on formatting, so if this chapter gets confusing I suggest you check out the Ao3 counterpart.

Never Out of the Fight

"How am I doing?" Jason looked at the bartender as the man poured his whiskey. Jason swallowed down a sip as he contemplated the question.

Bravo had been saved - many times over - and Clay would be returning to duty within a month. He'd managed to swing it so both Emma and Mikey could follow their dreams, for now. Everything piece seemed to be falling into place.

"Can't complain," Jason finally said as he sat his glass back down. The bartender raised a brow at his now empty glass, Jason nodded for him to fill it up. "Nope. Can't conplain."

There was a nagging itch in the back of his head that told him something was up with Mandy though. And Sonny'd been acting a little strange - or too normal, depending upon one's perspective.

"New chapters are always a little awkward at first," Jason grinned at the man, sipped at this second whiskey a little slower.

The bartender leaned back against the back of the bar, waited. Jason chuckled, rolled his shoulders back and stretched.

"Still figuring out what my next mission is." Besides finding a new place before Mikey got home in August. He had three months, almost, to worry about that.

"Bullshit." The whiskey did not get a second refill. "You're lonely, looking for a fix." The man leaned forward, eyebrows lowered, "Call your team before you do something stupid, eh Boss?"

Jason smirked up, "That an order Master Chief?" That earned him a slap with a bar towel. "Understood."

"And don't you even think of driving." Jason dropped his keys back in his pocket and went to sit by the jukebox. He pulled his phone out.

The Bravo group message was silent. They hadn't texted since before Swanny's funeral.

How's RJ?

The, near immediate, response was a video of Ray's little man following the phone with his push wheel. RJ'd be walking solo within the week.

I place 10$ on Thursday for first steps.

Jason chuckled at Trent's response.

Friday.

Saturday

Wednesday

Monday

Jason pursed his lips, waited as the app informed him Ray was typing.

Y'all are putting undue pressure on my baby.
You should be ashamed of yourselves.
And obviously the boy's smart enough to walk on the Lord's day.

Jason snorted. Typed out his own response

I'm telling Naima on all of you.

A new influx of messages arrived shortly and Jason burst out laughing. He drew a few looks.

That's cold Jace.

Traitor!

Calls for a coup.

Jason grinned as he watched Trent and Sonny discuss possible methods for deposing him. From an online petition to staged blackmail.

Wouldn't that make Ray Bravo One and Sonny Two?

Clay's query brought forth a quick about face.

Hell no, never again!
I take it back, boss.

I sure as ain't dealing with a responsible Sonny. That shit will put me in therapy.

Jason taped out a quick comment, watched his men respond with gusto.

So what I'm hearing is that Sonny can never leave Bravo?

His favorite response was from Ray.

Or we could just make sonny Bravo One and watch the fallout with some popcorn.

Even Blackburn would mutiny.

Y'all are a bunch of haters.

Jason breathed out, nice and slow, as he slouched back in his chair. He kicked up his feet and flagged the waitress.

"Burget and fries, please." He smiled at the woman as his phone buzzed on the table. She brought him a beer while he waited for his food.

You closed on the house today, right boss?

Jason stared at that question for longer than he wanted to admit. The fact that his team didn't comment meant they all wanted to know too. Dang Ray and his mind reading.

Right after I got back from NY.
Officially homeless till I sign a lease.

And that brought forth many couch offers, which Jason shook his head off.

Do I look dumb enough to turn down Naima's cooking to any of you?

Yes.

Yup.

Totally, boss.

You want an honest answer?

Two words: diaper duty.

Jason rolled his eyes. He'd walked right into to that one.

Maybe I'll just stay with Full Metal and let you all fester in your shame.

Go, risk tetnesis. I'll laugh.

Raymond Perry. King of Comebacks.

Point. Match.

His burger and fries was delivered and Jason set his phone down. He felt significantly lighter than he had when he walked into the bar.

A whiskey was set in front of him, beside his beer.

"Told ya so."

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