A/N: Sonny and Lisa are my jam. And I feel duty bound to contribute some whump to the Savis community. This first one follows S1E16 "Never Get Out of the Boat." A little pre-Savis Savis.

Lisa watched Sonny slip away from the group. She took another sip of her beer, and then followed him. Sonny Quinn never left a party early, which meant he must be hurting something fierce.

He'd rebuffed all earlier offers of her help, insisting he was fine. But she knew him better than that. She'd watched him, all curled up with a blanket in his chair, sipping on his beer, not engaging with the rest of the group. He was stewing in his own misery and she intended to see an end to it.

She knocked softly on the door of his trailer and then let herself in, eyes closed. You just never knew what was going to happen when you walked into one of the guys' spaces. "You decent?" she asked.

"Am I ever?" he replied.

She opened her eyes and her smile immediately faded. He was already sitting on his bunk and he looked exhausted. "You doing all right?" She took a step inside and closed the door behind her.

"Right as rain," he said, but he winced as he moved.

"You are lying Sonny Quinn." She leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Now are you gonna let me take a look at your back or not?"

"I don't need you to take a look." He scowled up at her and she glared right back.

"All right. Fine. When you get tetanus and your jaw locks up, don't come crying to me about it."

"All right."

He was so stubborn and one of these days it was going to bite him directly in the ass. "You're really not going to let me help you?"

Sonny stood and walked past her to hang up his hat. "Nope. Don't need it. You can just walk right back out that door."

She grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "You're bleeding through your shirt."

"Aw, damn it!" He craned his neck trying to look. "This is my favorite shirt!"

"You gonna let me help you now?"

"Will it make you leave me alone?"

"Maybe."

He begrudgingly slipped out of his shirt. "Lay down," she said, gesturing toward his bunk.

"You know, usually once things get this far, I like to take control of the reigns," he said, a cocky grin etched on his face.

She smacked the back of his head playfully. "Don't you even start talking like that or I will leave you here to get gangrene."

She peeled back the bandages and winced in sympathy at the raw, oozing wounds she found underneath. "You're lucky I don't haul your ass off to the doc right now. Who'd you let do this to you?"

"Ray and Spenser," he said. "Done it before."

"Not with this much frag," she chastised. "Where's your first aid kit?"

"Under the other bunk."

She opened it up, snapping on a pair of gloves. "This is going to get infected if you leave it like this. Then you're gonna be out of commission for weeks. How are you gonna feel about that?"

"Bad," he said grudgingly.

"Yeah bad." She rolled her eyes. "You take anything?"

"Don't need it."

"Your back is in shreds. You need to take something."

"Least it's not my face. Gotta keep the money maker looking good." He turned so he could smile up at her.

Lisa pushed his head back down and carefully checked each wound for additional shrapnel. "You're lucky Ray cleaned this out so well. But you should probably be on an antibiotic as a precaution."

"I'm not—"

"I know. I got it." She dabbed some ointment onto the worst of the wounds and then added fresh bandages. "Keep them clean. You need help we'll do this again. You do NOT let Spenser touch them. Trent maybe. If you're desperate."

"Yes ma'am."

She pulled off the gloves and he sat up. "You uh, got your head on straight after all that?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Maybe. Might need a couple more beers to make it all right." He smiled ruefully. "Not enough beer in the world to bring our boys back though."

"No," she said. "There's not."

She didn't mention how close he'd come to joining them today. If Clay's shooting had been a little less sharp, if he'd moved a little slower, Sonny would be in a box right now and she'd be down one best friend. But he didn't need to hear that right now. Or how pissed she secretly was at Jason for letting it happen.

She'd watched the whole thing on ISR. She'd seen the explosion, watched him fall, felt her heart stop in her chest as he lay unmoving, and she knew that her best friend was dead. That she'd just watched him become one of thousands who'd given up their lives for their country. And then she'd felt the complete and utter relief of watching him rise, hearing his voice over the comms, only to watch him nearly get taken out again. She'd never thought she'd say it, but thank God for Clay Spenser and his sniper abilities. "I'm glad you're okay," she said.

"No big deal," he said, stretching out on the bunk with a wince. "All in a day's work."

She had to bite her tongue to keep from scolding him for not caring about his own fallibility. That was just how Sonny was. "Well I'll let you get your beauty rest."

Her hand was on the doorknob when he spoke. "Owe you a beer Davis."

She smiled. "Maybe two."

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