Surprisingly it was Ray who was released after Jason. Excluding a headache that felt like the worst hangover he had ever felt he was fine. Naima fussed and Trent told him to take it easy but with no memory of the valley he insisted he was fine. Sonny, who was going stir crazy, was let go next. It was only after assuring the doctors that he would have at home care. It had raised eyebrows amongst Bravo but even Blackburn stayed quiet about who would be helping him. Brock took slightly longer. He needed to be weened off the intravenous narcotics before it would even be a consideration. Said weening took longer than expected and in addition to an increase in his pain level he also had to fight through the withdraw of the strong medications.

It was almost four weeks after their return to U.S. soil that the last if Bravo was discharged from the hospital. Clay had only returned to his apartment to gather more of his things. Trent's couch had become his bed. Trent didn't argue with him about it preferring to keep his brother close while also knowing that medically it was unnecessary. The spare room at Trent's was not set up as a bedroom. Boxes and totes were piled everywhere. In one corner there were medical textbooks that Clay insisted on buying a bookcase for instead of moving them to the garage as Trent had wanted. A bed was purchased and Brock was brought home. The man was wheelchair bound and Cerb was insistent that Clay throw the ball for hours each day. Clay wanted to run the dog but hadn't been cleared to do so yet.

It was on Brock's fourth day "home" that Sonny had showed up at Trent's door. Lisa was sitting in the car in the driveway watching as Clay pulled Sonny into a hug and then into the house. Trent was helping Brock in the bathroom... bathing him maybe Clay wasn't certain. Sonny wasn't saying anything just standing with downcast eyes that Clay saw tears filling. Doing the only thing he could think to do he texted Jason and Ray. The text was short and to the point. -team meeting. Trent's house. Now.-

Trent pushed Brock in his chair into livingroom to be greated by Sonny staring at nothing on a blank wall. Clay was in the kitchen. Trent hoped the man wasn't trying to cook, Clay tended to burn things.

"Sonny, you okay?" Brock's words broke through to him.

"No." A one word answer from the normally animated Texan was never a good thing.

"Jace and Ray are on the way." Clay walked into the room and sat down.

The knock on the door as it opened wasn't asking permission but announcing their arrival. Ray was carrying pizza. Jason felt slightly silly carrying soda instead of beer but most couldn't drink due to meds and injury or a combination of the two.

"I'm struggling." It was the most vulnerable any of them had seen Sonny since the torpedo tube.

"We all are." The chuckle that escaped Clay didn't lighten the mood.

"I'm not sure for the same reasons though." And he wasn't. Sonny remembered some of what had happened but it was in flashes. And the inbetween is what was haunting him.

"Son, you're gonna need to elaborate on that." Jason had known this was coming. A team meeting to rehash the hell of the valley but he wasn't ready for it. Wasn't sure any of them were.

Sonny continued to stare aimlessly and it was Ray who reached out to him. His hand on Sonny's shoulder. "Sonny... we can't help you if you don't tell us brother."

"It's just um... have you ever had a dream that was so vivid, so real, you never wanted it to end?" Sonny's eyes dropped to the floor.

"I have." Trent watched his brother with concern.

"It started in the valley. I was with Lisa. The thing is though that then I knew it was a dream. I would wake up to you." He looked to Clay. "And I knew the difference. Knew you were real and she was the dream but somehow... I stopped knowing that."

"What are you saying Sonny?" Brock was sore and tried from the effort of Trent helping him bath.

"I'm saying I miss the dream." His red rimmed eyes met Brock's tired ones.

"I watched her drop you here brother. You have her for real." Clay wasn't going to mention who dropped him off but they all knew anyway.

"Do I? I mean it's against regs. And..." he stopped himself from saying more.

"And? And what Son?" Ray wondered where this was going but also knew pushing wouldn't help.

"And we had a family."

"Oh my God... did dream Sonny name his kids Sawyer and Spenser?" The laughter was unstoppable and burned his chest as he clutched it but Clay couldn't help it.

"Clay! Knock it off. Now!" The stern message from Bravo 1 stopped him.

"Yeah... I guess I did. Thanks for being an asshole about it." The curl in his lips letting them all know his feelings hadn't been hurt by the outburst.

"Little hurt brother. I mean Brock has a nicer ring to it and I'm sure 'Lisa' would agree." Saying her name in a different tone Brock smilled.

"Jason or even Ray... I mean come on Sonny." Jason's laugh joined.

"Well that settles that. I'll call Davis and let her know it has to be 5 sons!" Ray couldn't help but think of how Naima would respond to a call like that and laughter filled his voice.

Trent watched his brothers laughing and smiled. Back in that valley he had never imagined this moment was possible. Any more moments with them a possibility. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death." The shadow hadn't taken them... hadn't taken his brothers. The alarm beeping on his phone indicated he had an appointment with Kyle in an hour but for now he would sit here.

"Hey Trent, tell that therapist of yours, you aren't missing another op." Clay looked around at his brothers smiling and nodding in agreement. "No I'm serious guys that was it, his only time."