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bravo-four-seal-team · 2 years

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Where the Sea meets the Sky (and Land connects the Hearts)

Summary:

Eric Blackburn and Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell used to date in the academy, it was kept a secret by their friends Goose and Adam, until one tragic day. Goose was killed in a training accident. Maverick ended things on a sour note, blaming the other man for being a distraction. Now Bravo team being led by Eric Blackburn has been called in to help located a Top Gun captain who was taken hostage after his plane went down and he bailed out.

How will everyone cope with seeing each other again?

CHAPTER TWO

If there was one thing Eric Blackburn hated, it was rainy Monday mornings. He'd grown accustomed to the calm weather in Virginia Beach, but dreary grey clouds and constant rain weren’t his idea of a good start into the week. He took a sip of his coffee and looked up when someone knocked on the door.

“Enter!”

"Commander Blackburn? Admiral Simmons is here to see you", the admin clerk told him.

An admiral? Why? “Thank you, Thompson.”

As the admiral entered, Eric dutifully saluted him and stood at attention. He didn’t miss the wings pinned to the man’s uniform lapel or the signs of stress and fatigue in the lines of his face. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

“At ease, Commander”, Admiral Simmons said with a nod. “I’ve been told your SEAL team is the best there is. We have an emergency.”

This was not how Eric expected his Monday to begin. As the Admiral handed over a file, he sighed softly, pressing the shortcut on his phone to send a mass text to Bravo with the simple message: Briefing asap .

“Your intelligence officer has already been briefed”, Simmons told him as they headed to the briefing room. “The mission has been approved, but it is top secret.”

While waiting for Bravo to join them, Eric opened the file. His heart dropped.

Oh God.

The door opened and Bravo filed into the room, chatting quietly amongst themselves. They must have read something in Eric’s expression because they sobered up and quickly sat down.

"Alright, listen up”, Eric said as soon as the door closed, “this mission is an urgent one. Agent Ellis?"

He was glad to let Mandy take point on this briefing, and not just because it was nice to have her back. He could have sworn his heart missed a few beats when the picture of their objective came on screen. From his vantage point off to the side, he could see Clay do a double take, blue eyes going wide.

"A naval aviator, Captain Pete Mitchell, was shot down 48 hours ago over enemy territory”, Mandy began. “His canopy was spotted by members of his squadron and primary rescue was launched. However, the rescue crew was intercepted by enemy aircraft and had to retreat. Tangos on the ground were seen dragging Mitchell off, but we are still waiting on satellite and aerial images of the area."

Admiral Simmons stepped forward to address the team. "Gentlemen, this is one of the best Top Gun graduates and one of, if not the best pilot the Navy has. Alive or dead, we want him back."

"Pararescue is out of the question, they can’t get anywhere near, that's why we are called in”, Blackburn spoke up, noting the silent question on some of his men’s faces. “Wheels up in an hour, boys. We're going sailing."

"This is bullshit!" Struggling out of his gear, Rooster scowled. "Mav needs us!"

Phoenix looked at him, her brows furrowed. "I only saw his chute deploy, Roos…", she said softly. "There’s no telling if he even survived the bail out.”

Bob, her backseater, had his eyes closed and his head down. "They probably wouldn't have kept him alive for long either.”

“You don’t know that”, Rooster argued.

Glances were exchanged across the room, but nobody knew what to say or how to handle this situation.

"I agree with Bradshaw”, Hangman said with a sigh.

Rooster’s head jerked up, confusion flickering over the worry and pain in his expression.

Hangman continued: “Maverick is still out there and he needs us. We need to get back out there and do something ."

Coyote nodded. Fanboy muttered an agreement.

They all jumped when the door opened and Warlock entered. He looked at them. “NAVSOC has green-lit a rescue mission for Maverick”, he told them solemnly. “DEVGRU assets have been briefed.”

“We’ll be part of the rescue, right?” Rooster’s hands were clenched tight around his parachute pack.

Warlock gave him a sympathetic look. “That’s out of our hands.”

"Blackburn, you good?", Jason asked as the helo dipped slightly, the thump-thump of the rotor blades slicing through the air getting louder for a moment as the pilot adjusted their course.

The commander snapped out of his thoughts. "Fine." The closer they were getting to the carrier, the more his stomach churned. It had been ages since he’d last seen Maverick. More than 30 years. A lifetime.

Ray leaned forward. "How do you know him?”

I don’t. I thought I did, once upon a time. Blackburn sighed. "Old friends”, he offered and briefly considered leaving it at that. He didn’t. “The picture beside Adam’s in the Bulkhead. The aviator?"

"What about it?", came the question from Sonny.

Blackburn really didn’t want to have this conversation, not here, not now, not anytime soon if he could have his way. But there was no taking it back now, so he explained: “That’s Lieutenant Nick Bradshaw, callsign Goose. Adam and I met him when we were in the Academy. He flew with Maverick, was his RIO and best friend. He was killed in a training accident, Adam and I put his image up since he lived out in VA Beach at times… Maverick cut us off after Goose’s death. Never heard from him again."

As the helo descended on final approach to the carrier, Eric heard Clay murmur “I had no idea”.

Climbing out of the helo, Bravo quickly made their way off the landing pad. Following Admiral Simmons inside, they pretend not to notice that people are staring at them.

“They’re looking at us like we’re the most interesting thing on this ship”, Sonny muttered.

“We probably are”, Trent joked drily.

“Shame Metal isn’t here”, Brock chimed in, adjusting his hold on Pepper’s leash as she excitedly sniffed around. “That would’ve made things more interesting.”

A beat passed as they all thought of their lost brother. It had been a year, but they still missed him.

“You mean he’d be having a staring contest with every single one of those people”, Clay said with a lopsided grin, making them all chuckle.

Dagger Squadron was on its way to the cafeteria after debrief when they saw the group of newcomers, led by Cyclone himself.

Bob interrupted himself mid-sentence to tell Phoenix: “Look at that dog, isn’t it cute?”, to which Coyote responded: “Cute? Bob, have you seen those teeth?”

Phoenix snorted and backed up her WSO. The dog really was cute.

They heard snatches of conversation over the ambient noise of the carrier, the rustle of tactical gear and the clattering of dog paws. Cyclone and the commander appeared to be talking about logistics and responsibilities, the two men behind them were holding a conversation with telling glances alone. The other four men lagged a few paces behind and while the man with the dog and the guy next to him didn’t say much either, they seemed highly amused by the other two: One of the men – a Texan, from the sound of it – was passionately griping about being on a ship, about hating the ocean and something about jellyfish and Elle Woods. The other was egging him on with a gleeful smirk.

“At least there’s no GOPLATs for you to swan-dive off of, Peter Pan”, the Texan commented.

The aviators blinked, traded puzzled looks.

The blond just laughed.

Rooster nearly tripped over a knee-knocker and bumped into Hangman. He was vaguely aware of his teammate saying something, but he didn’t understand a word of it, his ears still ringing with the sound of that laughter. He’d recognise that laugh anywhere.

Bradley is laughing as he watches his mother dance in the kitchen with Clay, the 3-year-old boy giggling and laughing.

The young boy could easily pass as his biological brother, or even as Uncle Ice’s son. He waves to Clay, who has the biggest smile on his face, before his blue eyes snap to the door and he starts shouting “Uncle Mav, Uncle Mav!”.

Uncle Mav is followed by Uncle Adam, who looks exhausted and promptly collapses on the couch, muttering things about idiots and the teams.

“Rooster!”

He jerked, coming back to himself.

“The hell is the matter with you?”, Hangman snapped.

“Sorry, thought I saw someone.”

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finiteuniverse13 · 3 years

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home is people, not a place 1/?

A/N: This has been published on AO3, but I was inspired to put these on here!

Summary: Clay gets attacked on base. DEVGRU finds an issue in that.

TW: Blood mention, physical assault, canon typical violence

Tag: @rebelwrites @chibsytelford @bravo-four-seal-team @velvetcardiganbucky @supervalcsi @abby-splace @itsonautopilot @thegirlwhoisalwayswriting @pinkrockstar19 @softi92 @mrsmarvelous1995 @jayhalsteadfan-2417

Clay Spencer is rarely off his guard. It’s a hazard to himself and the people around him if he’s not alert. But being on guard all the time is exhausting. That’s why he had his eyes closed in the cage room, cage door ajar and his head leant against his locker. He’d just got back from being spun out with Bravo, a weeklong mission that had meant he’d had to stay awake in 20-hour stints, constantly watching a target house for a man who’d only arrived on the sixth day they’d been there. He’d been in the cage room for around an hour, about 15 minutes after Trent had finished sorting his supplies and gone home, a grumbled order to follow in his footsteps as Trent leaves, looking as bad as Clay did. There was a good chance that Bravo team would sleep for about 25 straight hours.

That’s why – he’d reason to himself in the following months – he hadn’t looked up when the door opened. Why he hadn’t greeted them, because it could be Bravo, Blackburn, Davis, their support team, all have access to the room. His cage is unlocked (why would it be locked? He's on base, home turf, in a restricted access building), so they get the drop on him. The four of them, green team rookies who probably haven’t even met a Tier One operator before, walk in quietly. Clay doesn’t look up, doesn’t question them. He doesn’t see their faces, their names, or the bat that one of them holds. He has his back turned to them, slowly squaring away his bag with the air of someone who needed downtime. He doesn’t see the bat coming, doesn’t have the time to shout out in pain before he’s on the floor.

They drag him into the threshold of his cage, and one of them puts a foot on his chest – right above his pounding heart, ready to burst out of his chest from the adrenaline beginning to pour into him – and two more pairs of hands come down to restrain his arms. His legs kick out uselessly, between the foot pressing down – ow ow ow ow – on his chest and the hands digging into the flesh of his arm, he can’t fight them off. He can only watch through blurry vision, struggling and restrained, as the wooden bat descends onto his chest, right on one of his ribs. The pained groan that echoes out makes one of them laugh and Clay knows that the laugh is going to haunt his dreams.

Clay’s eyesight blacks out and his consciousness leaves him, taking him to a place where he can’t feel his nose break, or the bruises forming on his exhausted body.

Eric Blackburn knows he is only slightly better off than his team, not that he knows the state of his rookie – of course. Blackburn leaves his debrief, having reported Bravo’s AARs and answered questions until he was dismissed. He can practically feel his bed – and his wife – calling him home. As he leaves the office, he decides to check the cage room. Bravo had looked, for lack of a better word, dead on their feet; and he wouldn’t put it past any of his idiots operators to either curl into a ball on the cage floor or hang a hammock so they could sleep at the base. They were going to give him grey hairs, the lot of them.

He pushes the wooden door open and walks in, blearily looking through the darkness over to the cages, trying to see if there are any hammocks hanging. When he sees none, he rubs at his sore eyes and lets his tired gaze fall to the floor. His eye catches on a shiny patch on the floor, and he fumbles for the light switch on the wall for a few seconds before he manages to find it, figuring that he’d at most need to call for someone to clear whatever Clay had spilt in front of his-

Oh god. Oh god. No no no no no no. Bravo Six lies on the floor of his cage. His head and shoulders both lie past the threshold. His head lies in a puddle of blood, with his face turned away from Eric.

It’s 2am, and god knows when this happened. Any way that Eric mentally spins this, there’s no good outcome. Something happened to Clay while the team wasn’t there. Eric runs the mere feet to where Clay is facing, and what greets him is, put simply, pain. Blood dribbles out of a very broken nose, and a forming bruise spans most of Clay’s jaw, and that’s just what Eric can see. He’s certain that there’s more beneath Clay’s shirt. He falls to his knees in front of Clay’s slack face, his knees breaking the surface tension of the puddle of blood, and he doesn’t pay it any mind, even as it stains his trousers. His hands find their way to Clay’s face, and a tiny bit of tension leeches from his body when he finds the skin warm.

“Clay? Clay! Bravo Six!” His voice increases steadily in volume, as Clay doesn’t show any sign of responding or so much as registering that his commanding officer is trying to wake up please god Clay wake up get his attention. Eric pulls out his phone, thanking something above that he’d remembered to pick it up as he left Bravo’s briefing room. He dials 911 and he ignores the blood staining his fingertips, and his screen, and his trousers, and his skin, and the floor and and and, giving the operator who answers him all the information that he can think of – rattling off his service number and Clay’s, telling the man that he was on a military base, that they needed an ambulance, that Clay had a concussion, that he had already bled a lot. The operator told him that the ambulance would arrive in about 10 minutes. Eric hung up the phone without thinking too much about it.

Alpha Five, a middle eastern man named Jordan Frazier, walks past the open door, and double-takes in a way that Eric would have found comical if not for the fact that he’s kneeling in a puddle of his rookie’s blood. Eric’s eyes bore into Frazier and he barks out an order – praying that Alpha’s operators responded better to the chain of command then his own team did.

“Go to the entrance and direct the ambulance.”. Frazier gets halfway through a salute before processing that there were more important matters at hand then paying due respect to Eric. Eric’s gaze looks back down to Clay, to his unmoving, unflinching face. Eric’s hand moves down to Clay’s jugular, feeling Clay’s heartbeat. Even though it is weaker than Eric would like, Eric hangs to the feeling, to the knowledge that his annoying as hell brother, son, nephew mix that he wouldn't replace if you held a gun to his head operator is still alive.

“Bravo Six! Blondie! Sunshine!” He tries the nicknames that he’s overheard Bravo calling him, praying that something will get Clay to wake up.

Time passes in a paradox, both slow and fast, as Eric continues trying to rouse Clay. He looks up when he hears a noise in the doorframe, and tension bleeds from his body when a paramedic bursts through the door, a gurney trailing him. Frazier helps the other paramedic get the gurney through the door, and he’s followed in by Alpha Two.

The paramedics assess that Clay is okay for transport and that their biggest concern is his headwound. Eric is instructed to hold gauze against the back of Clay’s head, where the bleeding is concentrated and he doesn’t think about how the blood, Clay’s blood, there’s so much blood, on his hands stains the outside of the gauze. When the paramedics get him atop a backboard, it’s all Eric can do to keep the pressure on the wound as Derek, Jordan and the two paramedics all lift the board onto the gurney.

Derek and Jordan step away, letting the trio start making their way towards the base’s entrance where the ambulance is parked. A silent communication passes between them, and they storm out in sync, looking for the rest of Alpha. Someone did this to Bravo’s rookie. Clay may be Bravo’s rookie, but he was Tier One’s kid. They've all seen him work, all given him pointers, all taken and given advice. They've seen Bravo take the kid - and he is a kid, the youngest Tier One operator in history - under their wing, and that means that Tier One took him under his wing. Thanks to Clay’s knowledge of languages, there wasn’t a Tier One team who hadn’t utilised the kid’s skills. Some punks on base had hurt their kid. A fellow sailor had hurt their kid.

As they’ve gathered Alpha, they run across Delta, who have finished a couple of late-night rounds in the shootout house. Delta One, a formidable man named Tyler Jaramillo, or TJ, takes one look at the stormy faces of Alpha and draws some speedy assumptions.

“Clay?” Behind TJ, Delta perks up, looking away from where they’re ribbing each other.

“Somebody attacked him in the Bravo cages.” Full Metal isn’t one to beat around the bush, especially when their kid is involved. Delta matches Alpha, anger burning and knuckles whitening. The cages are sacred, a place where sailors can decompress in a place that is solely their own. And someone had gone into that room, had attacked one of their own, had hurt him so bad that his commanding officer had needed to call him an ambulance.

“We need to find who did it.” This is a given, but it gives the teams something to focus on. Alpha and Delta both splinter off in their operating pairs, with the intention of finding somebody who had blood on their uniform.

Alpha and Delta’s 2ICs pair up to make their way over to the security room where the cameras are. While the room is unmanned – it’s a base full of sailors trained by millions of taxpayer dollars, why do they need an on-duty security guard – they know how to access the footage. TJ and Metal stay behind to inform Bravo of the situation, on the off chance that Blackburn hadn’t called Jason yet.

Metal makes the call to Jason, and Jason picks up the phone with a tone of irritation, and Metal can hear Jason picking up his car keys before Metal even gets the chance to start speaking. Jason cuts of whatever Metal was about to say – “I know about Clay, I’m going to the hospital right now, and I’m about to call the rest of Bravo.” The dial tone rings out before Metal can get a word in edgeways, not that he needed to anyway.

TJ pulls his phone out of his back pocket, shooting a text to the group chat that has the Tier One Master Chiefs and 2ICs in it. Spenser was attacked in the Bravo cages. Delta and Alpha on base. Finding who did it.

Metal’s phone buzzes from where he’s putting it in his pocket, but since he watched TJ send the message, he doesn’t bother checking it. They make their way over to their 2ICs in the hope that they’ve found who hurt their rookie.

Sped-up footage of the hallway shows four Green Team trainees entering the room, leaving 10 minutes later, and then Blackburn checking in about 5 minutes after they’d left. The footage is stopped as Jordan entered the frame, a still of his confused face. Derek rewinds it back to the trainees entering the room and manages to get three non-blurred pictures of the trainees, the other one is looking down at the bat he is holding, meaning that they can’t get a good angle of it. TJ and Metal take pictures of the three they manage to get, sending it to their respective groups in the hopes that the images will help to flush out the fourth.

#seal team #eric blackburn #clay spenser #brock reynolds #trent sawyer #ray perry #jason hayes #sonny quinn #seal team fanfic #seal team cbs #ocs #fanfic #angst #brothers #they're family your honor #scott carter #full metal

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satanssmutcorner · 3 years

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Smutty Blog Introduction

Hello fellow earthlings! I’ve been debating for a while now on whether or not to become more active on this platform. Given the short nature (ish) of the content here, it seems like a good option given that I’m currently quite busy with Uni and other life stuff in general, but still feel that writer’s itch and wish to write down thoughts and ideas to explore some creative avenues. Now, for that to happen, I’m more than happy to take requests, given that I’m a part of quite a few fandoms. I’ll also add the characters I’d be willing to write for, so you guys get an idea as to what to expect.

That being said, this is a blog largely dedicated to all the smutty fics I come up with, so it’ll mostly be one-shots, drabbles, headcannons, NSWF alphabets, etc. I reserve the right to not write certain stuff because, well, I might not be into it (this includes underage stuff and noncon, straight off the bat, sorry, that’s just how it is). Other than that, please feel free to send me an ask of a request. Under the cut are a list of characters I’ll happily write for since I’ve watched/binged the show and have plenty of inspo for them. If you can’t find something to your liking, please shoot me a message anyway an we’ll see if we can work something out.

Actors/Celebrities

Actors I’d consider writing preferences, imagines or one-shots for, and any other characters they might have played in movies (as well as scouring the internet for pictures and mood-boards):

Ralph Fiennes,

Christoph Waltz,

Willem Dafoe,

Jason Isaacs,

Alan Rickman,

Iain Glenn,

Stephen Lang,

Charles Dance,

Robert Carlyle

David Thewlies

Cliff Simon

Javier Bardem

Bill Nighy

Tim Roth

Joe Mantegna

Hugh Laurie

William Fitchner

Michael McEalhatton

Timothy Dalton

Michael Sheen

Robert Sean Leonard

Claes Bang

Goran Visnjic

Oded Fehr

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

J.R. Bourne

Sebastian Roche

Jack Davenport

Colin Firth

Mark Strong

Henry Ian Cusick

Aiden Gillen

Alexander Skarsgard

Stephen Moyet

Mads Mikkelsen

David Tennant

Sci-Fi

Stargate (Atlantis, Universe and SG1) Characters: SG1: Jack O’Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Ba’al, Cameron Mitchel, Vala Mal Doran, General Landry, Selmak/Jacob Carter, Martouf) Atlantis: John Shepherd, Teyla Ammagen, Todd the Wraith, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Elizabeth Weir, Carson Beckett) Universe: Nicholas Rush, Cl. Everett Young, Tamara Johansen, Camille Wray, Chloe Armstrong, David Telford, Varro, Ginn, Simeon, Amanda Perry, Commander Kiva)

The 100 Charaters: Clarke Griffin, Marcus Kane, Octavia Blake, Lexa, Echo, Raven Reyes, Roan)

Star Trek (For now only Discovery and a few of the main characters from the older series such as TNG, Enterprise, etc) Characters: James T Kirk, Uhura, Spock, Scotty, Leonard McCoy, Jean-Luc Picard, Data, Odo, Worf, Jonathan Archer, Paul Stamets, Saru, Gabriel Lorca, Phillipa Georgiou, Sylvia Tilly, Sarek, Leland.

Battlestar Galactica Characters: Admiral William Adama, Dr. Gaius Baltar, Nr. 6, Boomer, Starbuck.

Terra Nova Characters: Nathaniel Taylor, lol.

Westworld Characters: William/The man in Black, Delores, Mave.

Fantasy

Harry Potter Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Rufus Scrimgeour, Minerva McGonagall.

Games of Thrones Characters: Jorah Mormont, Tywin Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Roose Bolton, Khal Drogo, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Eddard Stark, Oberyn Martell, Bronn

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Characters: Zelda Spellman, Faustus Blackwood, Madam Satan

Supernatural Characters: John Winchester, Ruby, Crowley, Lucifer, Balthazar, Naomi.

True Blood Characters: Eric Northman, Russel Edgington, William Compton, Jessica Hamby, Sam Merlotte, Alcide Herveaux, Pam.

Vampire Diaries Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Katherine, Elijah Mikaelson, Mikael, Alaric Saltzman, Bonnie.

Reign Characters: Mary Stuart, Sebastian, Kenna, Stephan Narcisse, King Henry II, Gideon Blackburn, Aloysius Castelroy.

The OA Characters: Prairie, Hunter Aloysius Percy (HAP).

Penny Dreadful Characters: Malcolm Murray, Vanessa Ives, Ethan Chandler, Brona Croft, Dorian Gray, Victor Frankenstein, Dracula, Dr. Henry Jekyll.

Grimm Characters: Nick Burkhardt, Juliette Silverton, Captain Sean Renard.

Miscellaneous

Aquaman Characters: Nuidis Vulko, Arthur Curry, King Nereus.

Hannibal Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Dr. Alana Bloom.

Kingsman Characters: Merlin, Harry Hart, Lancelot, Whiskey.

The Lighthouse Characters: Thomas Wake

Pirates of the Carribean Characters: Hector Barbossa, Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swan, James Norrington, Armando Zalasar

Spiderman Characters: Norman Osborn

John Wick Characters: Marcus, Viggo Tarasov, Winston

#characters #actors #celebrities #smut #lemon #lime #masterpost

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theatrediva1975 · 4 years

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Release | Seal Team

I’ve been so inspired at all the talent I have read here since joining that I decided to try my hand at it. (Forgive any faux pas I make; I’m still learning.)

Summary: This short story was inspired by “Fog of War”, S3, Ep13, after the team returns from Caracas and features “team dad”, Lieutenant Commander Eric Blackburn, as he returns home.

Pairing: Lt. Cmdr. Eric Blackburn; OC Olivia Bennett

There was a light patter of rain against the bedroom window. The soft light from the bedside lamp reflected off the surface of the remnants of the cooled tea. The book Olivia had been reading slipped off her lap as she dozed off, landing softly on the rug below.

As her slumber deepened, down below, he slipped his key in the deadbolt of the kitchen door, dropping his duffel bag down on the worn, green linoleum. With a deep sigh and a crack of his neck, he crossed over to the refrigerator but changed his mind. Moving quietly down the hallway to the living room, he opened the liquor cabinet and poured a healthy shot of whiskey before looking up the stairs on the other side of the room.

Olivia settled down into the covers, not hearing the creaking of the stairs over the sound of the rain that was now coming down harder than before. The unexpected storm was welcome, lulling her to a soft sleepy state. As he pushed the door open, he briefly lost his breath. Her deep scarlet hair fanned over her pillow as she clutched another. A small smile crossed his face, recognizing the green plaid shirt she had worn to bed. He slowly stripped as he walked towards the bed. He fought the bone deep exhaustion fighting it’s way to the surface. He just needed sleep. But he needed her more. He just needed to hold her. Nothing and no one ever eased his soul like she did.

Olivia felt the bed dip beside her at the same time she felt his beard on her cheek. Taking a sharp intake of breath as she felt herself being pulled to the surface from that place between awake and asleep, Olivia’s eyes shot wide open in surprise to see him hovering over her.

“Babe?” Even in the low light, she could see the weariness in his eyes.

Without a word, he just kissed her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him, anchoring him before he could float away into oblivion. Her right hand cupped his cheek as she wrapped her left arm up and around his neck, savoring their first bit of contact in days. She didn’t even mind the whiskey on his breath.

She smiled tenderly at him as she pulled back and broke the kiss. “God, I missed you,” she said quietly, as if speaking any louder would dismiss this as just a dream. But the smile quickly faded as she truly looked at him, seeing the exhaustion and sadness in his eyes.

“Eric, what happened?” she asked worriedly. Blackburn stared back at her for a moment and sighed, rolling onto his back. Olivia propped herself up on her elbow and waited.

Even though they had only been together for a few years, she had learned very early on that dating, and then subsequently living with, the commanding officer of a Tier One squad was a minefield all it’s own. She had quickly learned his tells and patiently waited as he worked himself to the point where he was ready to share. Or at least, share what he could. The longer he was silent, the more she knew whatever it was had been bad. Very bad. Eric Blackburn cared very deeply about the men under his command and considered them family. Olivia sent a prayer out that the first words out of his mouth weren’t “we lost…”. She had been there when Eric lost Adam Seaver and it nearly broke him.

Finally, Eric took a deep breath and sat up. Following suit, Olivia also rose, gently putting her hand on his arm and resting her chin on his shoulder. With another deep breath, Eric began recounting what he could tell her about their mission in Caracas, how the op went sideways, their location was discovered, the loss of an “asset” who had put himself on the line to help them. But what really shook him was the fact that they had had to strip the new kid of his trident. That wasn’t something that was ever done lightly. Olivia knew that much and she slipped her hand in his to comfort him. While Eric danced around many of the details, Olivia could read deep enough between the lines to get the picture in her mind as to what was going through Eric’s head.

As Eric blew out a final, shaky breath, Olivia carded her hand through his hair and kissed his shoulder. Without thinking, just going on instinct, Olivia straddled Eric’s lap and laced her hands behind his head. “Tell me what you need,” she said, as she pressed her forehead against his.

Eric ran his hands up her exposed thighs, resting them on her hips. With his eyes closed, he whispered, “This. Just....this.” Olivia leaned down slightly to gently press her lips to his.

“I love you,” she whispered, running her hands down the side of his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms. “I’m right here.”

She opened her eyes just enough to see a tear slip down Eric’s cheek as the weight of the last few days and the hell his guys endured began to dissipate.

“I love you, too.” He kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck, allowing himself this one moment of vulnerability and release.

#seal team #seal team cbs #eric blackburn #oc

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architectnews · 3 years

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RIBA Awards 2022 News

RIBA Awards 2018, Winning Buildings, Shortlist, UK Architecture, Links, Projects, Architects

RIBA Awards 2022

Royal Institute of British Architects: Prize Winners News – Architectural Information

27 Nov 2020

RIBA Awards in 2022

RIBA confirms 2021 and 2022 UK Awards programme plans

Friday 27th of November 2020 – The RIBA has today announced that the next call for UK awards entries will be next year – for the 2022 RIBA Awards.

The 2021 RIBA UK Awards (including Regional, National and the RIBA Stirling Prize) will be selected from the shortlist for the 2020 RIBA Regional, RIAS, and RSAW Awards.

The RIBA will continue to build on its rigorous eligibility and judging criteria, and, from the 2022 RIBA Awards, will require all project entries to have been in use for one year. This change will enable judges to assess projects with even more detail on their performance, more extensive client feedback, and a better understanding of how the project functions within its civic, communal and environmental context. It will also add greater focus to the sustainability criteria – further aligning them with the standards set out in the RIBA 2030 Climate Challenge.

RIBA President Alan Jones said: “I am pleased that the 2021 RIBA UK Awards will focus on judging and celebrating the exceptional projects that we were unable to visit this year. Not only is this the fairest outcome – reached after detailed consultation with entrants and jurors – but it provides an unexpected opportunity for us to bring forward plans to significantly refresh our judging criteria – with projects having to be in use for one year. The RIBA and our members are committed to the best, sustainable design that will serve generations to come, and I am pleased that from 2022 we will be able to further demonstrate this through our awards programme.”

Previously on e-architect:

May 2018

RIBA Awards in 2018

RIBA National Awards Winners in 2018

RIBA South East Awards Winners 2018 photo © Quintin Lake

RIBA East Awards Winners 2018 photo © Nick Kane

RIBA Yorkshire Awards Winners in 2018 photo © Phil Grayston

RIBA North East Awards Winners 2018

RIBA West Midlands Awards Winners 2018

RIBA International Award in 2018

RIBA Awards for International Excellence 2018

RIBA National Awards Shortlists in 2018

Arranged by region, alphabetical:

RIBA East Awards Shortlist 2018

RIBA London Awards Shortlist 2018

RIBA North East Awards Shortlist 2018

RIBA North West Awards Shortlist 2018

RIBA South Awards Shortlist 2018

RIBA South East Awards Shortlist 2018

RIBA West Midlands Awards Shortlist 2018

RIBA Yorkshire Awards Shortlist in 2018

23 + 22 Jun 2017

RIBA Awards in 2017

RIBA National Awards Winners in 2017

49 projects across the UK have been announced as winners in the 2017 National Awards for architecture, which distinguishes the UK’s most outstanding buildings and offers insight into construction, design, and investment trends in the country.

A shortlist for the prestigious Stirling Prize will be selected from this list.

Arranged by region:

RIBA East Awards Winners in 2017

• Carrowbreck Meadow by Hamson Barron Smith – Norwich, Norfolk, England – Housing development – private photo © Jefferson Smith

• The Enterprise Centre, University of East Anglia by Architype – Norwich, Norfolk, England – University photo © Nick Caville

• Peacock House by BHSF Architekten with Studio-P Aldeburgh, Suffolk, England – Individual house photo © Benedikt Redmann

• St Albans Abbey by Richard Griffiths Architects – St Albans, Hertfordshire, England – Place of worship photo © Richard Griffiths

• Vajrasana Buddhist Retreat Centre by Walters & Cohen Architects Walsham le Willows, Suffolk, England – Place of worship photo © Dennis Gilbert – VIEW Vajrasana Buddhist Retreat Centre Building in Suffolk

• The Welding Institute Eric Parry Architects Great Abington, Cambridge, England Research institution photo © Dirk Lindner The Welding Institute Building

• Leicester Cathedral’s Richard III Project ‘With Dignity and Honour’ by van Heyningen and Haward Architects – Leicester, England – Place of worship photo © Carlo Draisci

RIBA London Awards Winners in 2017

• The Laboratory, Dulwich College by Grimshaw – Dulwich, south London, England School – independent/public

• No 49 by 31/44 Architects – Hither Green, southeast London, England – Individual House

• The Loom by Duggan Morris Architects – Whitechapel, east London, England – Workspace/office

• 8 Finsbury Circus by WilkinsonEyre – City of London – Workspace/office image courtesy of architects 8 Finsbury Circus

• 40 Chancery by Lane Bennetts Associates – Holborn, central London, England – Mixed use building – Workspace/office and retail photo ® Hufton+Crow Saatchi & Saatchi Chancery Lane HQ

• King’s College School by Allies and Morrison – Wimbledon, southwest London, England – School – independent/public

• New Scotland Yard by Allford Hall Monaghan Morris – Embankment, central London, England – Workspace/office picture from London Metropolitan Police Service New Scotland Yard by Allford Hall Monaghan Morris

• Paradise Gardens by Lifschutz Davidson Sandilands – Hammersmith, west London, England – Housing development – private

• Photography Studio for Juergen Teller by 6a architects – Ladbroke Grove, west London, England – Mixed use building – workspace and residential photo © Johan Dehlin Photography Studio for Juergen Teller wins a RIBA Award 2017

• Silchester by Haworth Tompkins – Notting Hill, west London, England – Housing development – social

• Barretts Grove by Amin Taha + Groupwork – Stoke Newington, north London, England – Housing development – private photo © Timothy Soar Barretts Grove wins a RIBA Award in 2017

• Dujardin Mews by Karakusevic Carson Architects with Maccreanor Lavington – Ponders End, north London, England -Housing development – social

• Tate Modern’s Blavatnik Building by Herzog & de Meuron – Bankside, central London, England – Museum Switch House, Tate Modern © Iwan Baan Tate Modern Blavatnik Building by Herzog & de Meuron

• The British Museum World Conservation and Exhibitions Centre by Rogers Stirk Harbour + Partners – Bloomsbury, central London, England – Museum image © the Trustees of the British Museum British Museum World Conservation and Exhibitions Centre / British Museum World Conservation and Exhibitions Centre

• Walmer Yard – P Salter and Associates with Mole Architects + John Comparelli Architects – Holland Park, west London, England – Housing development – private

RIBA North East Awards Winners in 2017

• Live Works by Flanagan Lawrence with Tench Maddison Ash Architects – Newcastle Upon Tyne, England Theatre Live Works Newcastle Building

• Shawm House by MawsonKerr Architects – West Woodburn, Northumberland, England – Individual house

• The Word by FaulknerBrowns Architects – South Shields, South Tyneside, England – Library and cultural venue

RIBA North West Awards Winners in 2017

• Chetham’s School of Music – Stoller Hall by stephenson STUDIO – Manchester, England School – independent/public photograph © Daniel Hopkinson Chetham’s School of Music Building

• Finlays Warehouse by Stephenson Studio – Northern Quarter, Manchester, England Housing development – private

• Liverpool Philharmonic by Caruso St John Architects – Liverpool, England – Theatre

• Maggie’s at the Robert Parfett Building by Foster + Partners – Christie Hospital, south Manchester, England – Healthcare photograph © Nigel Young / Foster + Partners Maggie’s at the Robert Parfett Building

RIBA Northern Ireland Awards Winners in 2017

• Fallahogey Studio by McGarry-Moon Architects Ltd – Kilrea, Northern Ireland – Workspace/office photo : Adam Currie

RIBA South Awards Winners in 2017

• Bedales School of Art and Design Building by Feilden Clegg Bradley Studios – Petersfield, Hampshire, England School – independent/public photograph © Hufton+Crow

• The Berrow Foundation Building and New Garden Building, Lincoln College by Stanton Williams University of Oxford – Oxford, England – University photograph © Nick Hufton

• Magdalen College Library by Wright & Wright Architects – University of Oxford, Oxford, England – University photograph © Dennis Gilbert

• Warwick Hall Community Centre by Acanthus Clews Architects – Burford, Oxfordshire, England – Community space photograph © Andy Marshall

RIBA South East Awards Winners in 2017

• Caring Wood by Macdonald Wright Architects Rural Office for Architecture – near Maidstone, Kent, England – Individual house

• Command of the Oceans by Baynes and Mitchell Architects – Chatham Historic Dockyard, Kent, England – Museum photo : Hélène Binet Command of the Oceans in Chatham

• Hastings Pier by dRMM Architects – Hastings, East Sussex, England – Leisure photo : Alex de Rijke Hastings Pier Building

• British Airways i360 by Marks Barfield Architects – Brighton & Hove, England – Leisure British Airways i360 Drone image : Visual Air British Airways i360 Building

• South Street by Sandy Rendel Architects Ltd. – Lewes, East Sussex, England – Individual house

RIBA South West Awards Winners in 2017

• Dyson Campus Expansion by WilkinsonEyre – Malmesbury, Wiltshire, England – Workspace/office

• New Music Facilities for Wells Cathedral School by Eric Parry Architects – Wells, Somerset, England School – independent/public image : Smoothie New Music Facilities for Wells Cathedral School

• Wolfson Tree Management Centre by Invisible Studio – Westonbirt Arboretum, Gloucestershire, England – Leisure

RIBA North Awards Winners in 2017

• Remembrance Centre, National Memorial Arboretum by Glenn Howells Architects – Lichfield, Staffordshire – Memorial

• Blackburn Meadows Biomass by BDP – Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England – Energy infrastructure

• Derwenthorpe Phase One by Studio Partington – York, north Yorkshire, England – Housing development – private

• Victoria Gate Arcades by ACME – Leeds city centre, England – Retail

RIAS Awards Winners in 2017

• City of Glasgow College by Reiach and Hall Architects and Michael Laird Architects – Cathedral Street, Glasgow, Scotland – Further education college City of Glasgow College Building

• Newhouse of Auchengee by Ann Nisbet Studio – Meikle Auchengree, North Ayrshire, Scotland – Individual house

• Rockvilla by Hoskins Architects – Speirs Wharf, Glasgow, Scotland – Workspace/office

RIBA president Jane Duncan said,

“The lack of high-quality new housing is a huge issue in the UK so I am particularly pleased to see great examples of well-designed, sustainable new homes amongst our award winners,” she added.

“We all deserve a well-designed, affordable home, wherever we live in the country. I encourage other local authorities, developers and clients to look at these projects as exemplars.”

She praised the inclusion of a number of high-quality schools – including The Laboratory at Dulwich College and new music facilities at Wells Cathedral School – but said it was disappointing to see no new state school buildings included in this year’s awards.

“Well-designed schools support improved student achievement, and staff and student wellbeing and should be part of educational aspirations for all our schools, not just those in the fee-paying sector,” she said.

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8 Apr 2017

RIBA Awards Shortlists 2017

RIBA Awards Shortlists in 2017

The winners will be announced at an Awards event at Ascot Racecourse on Thursday 25 May.

RIBA London Awards 2017

RIBA West Midlands Awards 2017

RIBA South East Awards 2017

RIBA South Awards 2017

RIBA South West Awards 2017

RSAW Welsh Architecture Awards 2017

RIBA East Awards 2017

RIAS Awards 2017 Shortlist

RIBA Northern Ireland Awards 2017

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14 Jul 2016

RIBA Stirling Prize 2016 Shortlist

23 Jun 2016

RIBA Awards 2016 Winners

RIBA National Award Winners 2016

The UK’s best new buildings

RIBA Awards 2016

The Royal Institute of British Architects (RIBA) has today, Thursday 23 June, announced the winners of the 2016 RIBA National Awards, the most rigorous and prestigious awards for new buildings in the UK.

RIBA National Award-winning buildings set the standard for good architecture. The shortlist for the coveted RIBA Stirling Prize for the UK’s best building of the year will be drawn from the 46 award-winning buildings announced today.

image : Timothy Soar

RIBA Awards Past Winners

RIBA Awards 2013 – Winning Buildings + Architects

RIBA Awards 2013 photograph © Studio cento29

Britain’s 50 best new buildings – 2012 RIBA Award winners

RIBA Awards 2012 photograph © Hufton+Crow

Location: UK

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RIBA Awards 2011 photograph © Tim Soar

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RIBA Special Awards Shortlist – Client of the Year award + Stephen Lawrence Prize

RIBA International Awards : Winners photo : Patrick Bingham-Hall

RIBA Special Awards

RIBA Royal Gold Medal

RIBA Awards Scotland

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RIBA Awards – Past Overall National Winners

RIBA Award 1992 : Sackler Gallery RIBA Award 1991 : Broadgate Centre RIBA Award 1990 : Queen’s Inclosure Primary School, Hampshire RIBA Award 1989 : Nelson Mandela School, Birmingham RIBA Award 1988 : St Oswald’s Hospice, Newcastle

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A Little Bit Broken: Chap. 10- Let the Sun Shine

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Lisa Davis, Sonny Quinn, Eric Blackburn, Clay Spenser, Ray Perry, Trent Sawyer, Brock Reynolds, Jason Hayes

Summary: Lisa and Eric take an unplanned walk through the desert.

Read Chapters 1-9 Here (All one-shots)

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“Totally flat,” Eric said from where he crouched, inspecting the truck tire. “D’you find the spare?”

“I found it, but you’re not going to be happy,” Lisa called from the back of the vehicle, holding up the donut which was also sporting a big hole.

“Well that’s not great,” he said.

Lisa smiled. Eric Blackburn had to be the most level-headed, calm person she’d ever known. If it were any one of the other guys out here with her they’d be swearing up a storm, kicking the dirt, and vowing vengeance on whatever maintenance guy had left them alone in the desert with not just one, but two flat tires.

Instead, Eric just got to his feet and reached for his radio. “I’ll call it in and have them send somebody out.”

It had been a simple errand, a quick supply run through the safe zone and back in time for a briefing in the evening. They’d both needed some time away from the base so when Eric volunteered to make the trip Lisa had jumped at the chance to go with him. “Havoc this is Blackburn, how copy?” Eric asked.

Static. Eric frowned. “Havoc Base this is Lieutenant Commander Eric Blackburn, do you copy?”

Again nothing but static. “Are you serious?” Lisa asked incredulously. A flat tire was one thing, a broken radio on top of it was verging on unbelievable.

Eric turned the radio off and back on again with the same result. “Try yours?” he asked.

She handed it over and he tried again with the same results. “Either we’re out of range or something’s interfering,” he finally said. He put his hands on his hips and thought for a second. “Well okay then.” He grabbed his pack from the truck and handed Lisa hers. “I guess we’re going on a little walk.”

“I cannot believe this is happening,” Lisa said falling in step beside him.

“Sometimes on the battlefield you have to deal with the unexpected,” Eric said.

She spared a second to narrow her eyes at him. “We’re not on the battlefield. We’re running an errand. A simple, easy errand.”

“And sometimes when you run errands, things don’t go according to plan.” Eric clearly wasn’t going to let the fact that they were walking alone through the desert in the heat of the day get to him. “They’ll send somebody out when we don’t check in on time.” He looked at his watch. “Probably meet ‘em about halfway back.”

Halfway back. So a good, two hour walk through the blazing hot desert, and that was if they walked at a brisk pace. Delightful.

They spent the first hour chatting companionably, as much as their quick pace would allow. Both of them were sweating, the heat and uneven terrain requiring a lot of their attention. “We’re making good time. Should meet up with whoever they send out in about an hour or two, depending on when they leave,” Eric said encouragingly.

“And how long if they don’t send somebody?” She was panting a little bit, trying her best not to stumble and fall on her face in the sand.

“They’ll send somebody,” Eric assured her. “Come on Davis, we’ve been through worse than this.”

“Yeah but usually there’s air conditioning on our end of things,” she said with a smile, pulling at the neck of her uniform.

Her body felt too warm, her throat dry, her eyes gritty with sand. “Drink,” Eric said, pulling out his own canteen.

She did. It was only half full and the water inside was tepid, but she took a couple sips. “They guys are never going to let us forget this,” she said, working hard to put one foot in front of the other.

“Oh don’t I know it,” Eric said. “Sonny’s going to be all over this. I think I’ll take a vacation until he does something stupid that I can hold over his head.”

Lisa let out a snort of laughter. Sonny would certainly be the most likely to remind them of this incident every chance he got. Clay a close second. Those two thought they were one half of the Marx brothers sometimes.

“I feel like I understand him a little better now,” she said. “He’s right, the desert does kind of suck.”

Eric shrugged. “Depends on your point of view.”

“My point of view is that we’re dragging our butts through a pile of sand at noon because of a series of crazy unfortunate events.”

“Well in that case I can see your point.”

Their conversation came to an end as they continued to trudge onward. It was too hot to talk, or even think. Lisa found her mind drifting and then sort of going empty, all her energy going to putting one foot in front of the next.

“Don’t forget to drink,” Eric reminded her again and she opened her canteen for another sip only to find it was nearly gone. There were maybe two swallows of lukewarm liquid left inside. “I’m getting low,” she said.

“Me too,” he said a little grimly, checking his watch again.

“We should have met someone by now right?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yep.”

She knew they were both trying not to think about what that meant. Arrivals and departures at the base were carefully monitored. For them to still be on their own meant something had to have gone wrong either at the base or with the search party. “Maybe I estimated wrong,” Eric said, but he didn’t sound convinced.

They lapsed into silence once more. Lisa found she was no longer sweating and her throat felt thick and dry. Walking seemed like a huge chore and she was struggling to focus. She was just so damn hot.

Without even thinking she slowed to a stop. Her legs no longer seemed capable of moving. “Lisa?” Eric realized she wasn’t alongside him anymore and turned back. “You all right?”

Her head was swimming and she leaned over to vomit up watery bile. She wiped a shaky hand across her mouth and felt Eric come alongside her, sliding an arm under her shoulder for support. “Come on Davis. We gotta keep going.”

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“Ain’t like either of ‘em to be late,” Sonny said, looking at the door for the hundredth time in the last twenty minutes.

“Maybe they’re still dealing with the outage,” Ray said, arms crossed across his chest.

A massive power outage had taken down half the base for several hours and left everyone scrambling for back-up generators and supplies. The power had only been restored thirty minutes prior and the room was still stuffy from the air conditioning’s little break. Sonny checked his watch. The whole team was assembled for a briefing on a new target package but Lisa and Eric still hadn’t shown.

“Anybody seen them today?” Clay asked.

“They were going outside the wire last I knew,” Trent said. “That was earlier this morning though.”

“Does anybody know if they came back?” Jason demanded.

There was silence in the room. Jason reached for his radio and within minutes it became clear that trouble was brewing. “Gate crew has no record of them coming back,” Jason said when he rang off. “Is it possible they slipped in while the power was out and no one recorded it?” Ray asked.

But they all knew that if that was the case, their teammates would be in the room with them right now.

Sonny was rising out of his seat, the rest of the group doing the same. Hours. They had been missing for hours and no one had known. “Ray get transpo alerted that we’re coming. We’re out of here in five,” Jason ordered.

It took less than that for them to arrive at the vehicle pool and they were loading into the trucks when there was a shout from the gate. Sonny paused as they opened and two lone figures stumbled inside. His heart lurched and he immediately broke into a run, the rest of the guys right behind him.

Sonny reached them first. “Take her,” Blackburn said hoarsely.

Sonny grabbed Lisa, whose body was almost completely limp, and lowered her to the ground. “Lisa, Lisa, hey wake up,” he urged.

She moaned, her eyelids fluttering up and down.

“Hey sit down,” Jason told Eric.

“It was a flat tire,” Eric said, his voice raspy. “The spare was bad too. And something happened with the radio.”

“Okay, we’ve got you,” Trent said, coming to Sonny’s side. “I need ice packs, wet towels, whatever we’ve got. They both need to be cooled off now.”

Clay and Brock tore away from the group at a dead run. “Sonny,” Lisa muttered, her hands fluttering aimlessly.

He caught one, his fear jolting through him when he touched her heated skin. He hadn’t known people could feel this hot. Trent began to loosen her clothing and ordered Blackburn to do the same, Jason taking over when Eric’s fingers fumbled fruitlessly with his buttons. Within thirty seconds they were both stripped down to their undergarments.

Clay and Brock returned in an impressively short time, handing over a dozen ice packs that Trent immediately began packing into Lisa’s armpits and groin, adding another to her forehead before jumping to Eric and laying him out to do the same, despite his protests.

Base medical arrived with stretchers and other supplies, forcing the guys to pull back as their teammates were bundled off to the infirmary. “Shit,” Jason muttered, shaking his head and running a hand over his face. “God damn it. I want to know how this happened. Now!”

“I’m on it,” Ray said tersely, stalking away toward the gate.

This had been a huge fuck up and Sonny felt sick thinking about what could have happened to their teammates alone outside the wire. The reality was bad enough, but his imagination was doing so much worse. “Hey,” Clay clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Come on.”

He followed the boys to the infirmary. Lisa had been taken back behind a curtain but Eric sat on a bed near the entrance, two IV’s stuck in his arm, his face sunburnt and exhausted. “How you doing?” Jason asked, all of them a little solemn.

“I’ve been better,” he admitted. “What the hell guys?”

“There was a power outage while you were gone,” Trent said. “Nobody realized you hadn’t checked in.”

Eric let out a humorless laugh. “Well don’t that beat all. Who the hell did we piss off upstairs for all this to happen?”

“Sometimes that’s just the way it goes,” Clay said.

“Well thank god it doesn’t happen very often,” he said. “Any word on Davis yet?”

Sonny shook his head. “Still waiting.”

Blackburn sighed. “I shoulda made her drink more water. It was just so damn hot and she’s so tiny. Damn it all to hell.”

“Hey,” Ray said. “Davis is a tough lady. She’ll be all right.”

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Lisa’s head felt fuzzy and her throat hurt so much she was afraid to even try to swallow. She was vaguely aware that she was drifting in and out of full consciousness. She suspected maybe she didn’t really want to completely wake up and face reality at all because if she remembered right, she and Eric were stuck in the desert with no hope in sight.

“I told you the fucking desert was going to kill one of us sooner or later.”

Except that was Sonny’s voice. So unless she was hallucinating, which wasn’t unlikely given the situation, maybe they weren’t in the desert after all?

She cracked one gritty eye open and recognized the ceiling of the infirmary, relief crashing over her so quickly she felt tears prick her eyes. They’d made it. Or maybe they’d been rescued? She was a little fuzzy on the details.

“She waking up?” That was Clay’s voice.

Perfect. Just what she wanted. To wake up with the whole team staring down at her. “Davis?” Sonny’s voice was closer now and she could hear worry coloring it.

Reluctantly she opened up both eyes to indeed find the entire team staring at her in clear worry. “Howdy boys. What brings you to this neck of the woods?” she rasped, wincing as the words scraped out of her raw throat.

“Just the fact that you and Blackburn decided to take a walk on the wild side,” Jason said.

Lisa pushed herself upright, ignoring her throbbing head and stiff body. “Is Eric all right?”

“Eric’s just fine,” Blackburn said, as he joined them. He was walking a little stiffly and it was going to take time for that sunburn to fade, but other than that he looked all right. “Rehydrated and officially okay for duty. The question is, how are you?”

“Fine,” she said, ignoring the sick feeling in her stomach, the pounding in her head, and the tightness in her sunburnt skin that made it feel like old leather. “Totally good. No need for you all to stick around and watch me sit here.”

After a little more chit chat the guys left to continue their briefing with her assurances that she’d join them shortly. But it turned out that she was maybe a little less fine than she’d thought. When she was visited by the doctor he wasn’t happy at all. Her blood pressure wasn’t where he wanted it and her temperature hadn’t come down enough for his liking so it turned out that instead of rejoining the team, she was going to spend the night in the infirmary. Perfect.

But she had to admit, she did feel pretty terrible. The thought of getting off the bed made her head pound harder and her stomach turn.

It was after 10:00, the lights had been turned down low and she stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The curtain was pulled aside and Sonny slipped in. “Hey,” she said in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to come back. They’d been keeping things extra professional in country, which it had been harder than she’d thought.

“How are you really?” he said, his voice low, eyes serious as he studied her.

“I’m fine.”

“Lisa.”

She closed her eyes. “I’m hurting. But I’ll be okay.”

“Why are they keeping you in here?”

“My blood pressure and temp. And I’m still dehydrated.”

He nodded, processing the information. “You know you’re already a looker. You didn’t need to go working on your tan.”

She smiled and then winced as her swollen lips split and pulled. “I’ll remember that next time.”

“Oh there ain’t going to be a next time,” Sonny said darkly. “You and Blackburn are only allowed outside with babysitters from now on. The team agreed on that.”

“That seems fair.”

There was the soft noise of a doctor or nurse bustling around nearby. “I should let you get some rest,” Sonny said.

She squeezed his hand. “Thanks for coming back.”

He leaned over and cupped her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to her hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Can’t Be Happening Pt. 2 (SEAL Team)

So yeah...this is gonna be a few more chapters than just the 2 I originally anticipated. Kinda got away from me *shrugs* ooooh darn. Bit of language and violence in this chapter.

“Why the hell are we not going after these sons of bitches right fucking now?! Did we not all just watch the same fucking video?! Clay doesn’t have time for us to twiddle our thumbs and wait for the cake-eaters to weigh the costs of going after one of our own!” Sonny paced restlessly, images of his brother being manhandled by Doza’s men replaying across his mind.

Jason stopped him with a strong hand on his shoulder and steady stare. “We can’t just go in guns blazing and expect him to still be alive when we make it to him, Son...we need to figure out exactly where he is and what we are going to do before we can get him back. Let’s focus on that in the meantime, deal with the red tape if it’s still there when we have a plan, yeah?” Sonny held his gaze for a long moment before relenting. Jason nodded and turned back to the computer screen with a steadying breath. “We need to watch it again. Captain, I need your men to identify anything that can help us determine where they are.” He turned to Davis and Mandy. “You don’t need to stay in here for this…”

Despite the tears in their eyes, both women stood firm. “Not going anywhere, Bravo One,” Davis murmured. Sonny found himself wanting to reach out to take her hand, both to give and take comfort as the hostage video featuring their youngest teammate began to play from the beginning. Even before they pulled the hood off, the Texan could read the tension in Clay’s posture, could hear the hitch in his breathing. Not to mention the blood staining his white Mexico shirt meant to cast him as a tourist. Even before the bastards started filming, they’d done a number on the kid.

And yet, once the hood was removed and he was forced to his knees, he refused to give any sign of faltering. Even when they punched him multiple times and yanked his head back by his sweat-matted curls, Clay refused to cower or beg for help. When the video first came to their attention, the Mexican Marine captain had translated for them, relating Doza’s demands for money, release of cartel leaders, and their immediate departure from the country. Watching it again, seeing the abuse his brother was suffering for him, spiked Sonny’s rage once again, and he turned and punched the nearest wall. Trent pulled his arm back before he could strike again, and restrained him against his own chest.

“Easy, brother, this isn’t going to help Clay. We’ll get the chance to make these assholes pay for this, we’ll bring our boy home, but if you break your hand you’re not going to be able to do much good for him. Hold off on letting out that anger til we’re face to face with Doza and his men.” After a few steadying breaths, Sonny backed down and forced himself to sit down. Brock squeezed his shoulder, and they all turned to the local force as the video ended.

“This is a building in the center of Doza’s territory. It will be very difficult to get to your man without him being alerted to your presence, and then your man will be killed anyway.”

“That’s not gonna cut it,” Jason replied, anger simmering just under the surface. “How do we get to this son of a bitch and get my man out?”

“He has eyes everywhere, Master Chief. I’m sorry, I do not believe that it will be possible.”

“The brass Stateside isn’t going to green-light the rescue if we don’t have some kind of plan, Captain. We don’t need much of a chance...we just need something. Please,” Mandy implored as the men grew more agitated and restless. She took a slow breath, knowing her next words would not go over well with them. “He deserves for his brothers to bring him home, whether this is going to be a rescue or a recovery.” At that, Davis ducked out of the command center. No one could deny her statement, though...they’d all seen the blood on Clay’s face, the tension and awkwardness in his posture that only they would recognize as signs of agony. If they didn’t get to him fast, Clay Spenser would not survive his captivity, no matter how stubborn he was mentally.

The young SEAL in question was dragged from unconsciousness by the persistent stabbing pain of his abused muscles being strained, chained overhead until his now-bare feet barely touched the ground. They’d used him for a ransom video for the American government, which he knew would have the guys up in arms. As he hung...wherever they were, Doza’s men shouted demands at him in Spanish; questions about Naval intelligence, border protection weaknesses...the ususal.

“Please,” he whimpered, emphasising his pain and exaggerating his desperation. “I don’t know what you’re saying...I don’t know what you want. I...I’m just a tourist…”

One of the men was suddenly in his face, and reached around to grab his hair roughly when the blonde flinched away. “You were awfully calm during our little message for just a tourist.”

“I-I couldn’t understand a word you were saying, and it hurt to even breathe, man...I didn’t want to make it worse! I’m sorry, I don’t know what you want from me...please just let me go!” Fresh pain erupted across his cheek as his captor punched him again, and it took everything in Clay not to bite out a sarcastic comment.

“I don’t believe you. My friends here don’t believe you.” The man stepped back and drew a long serrated-edged knife. “If you don’t give us answers, you are going to die a very painful death. Do you understand me?”

Clay summoned as much fear as he could, and tears burned his eyes. Well shit, this is gonna hurt…“Please! Please, no, I don’t know what I could possibly tell you!”

“You were with US military agents working with the Marinas. Tell me where there are weaknesses at your borders!”

“I wasn’t, I swear! I’m just on vacation from grad school! Nonono please-” The blade didn’t hurt so much as it sank into his right flank just under his ribcage. No...it was the catching of the serrated edge as it was drawn back out that had Clay crying out and ready to sink into oblivion again.

“Oh no, my friend, you do not get to escape just yet. Tell me where your team is and I will end your suffering quickly.” Clay sobbed through the pain, grateful for his ‘innocence’ cover giving him the excuse not to play tough. Hopefully my team is getting your sorry sonofabitch boss Doza and this isn’t for nothing…

Jason looked up when Blackburn slammed the phone down, anger and frustration evident on his face before the Lieutenant Commander dragged his hand over it. “There is no way in hell they denied us going after Clay,” Hayes growled. All eyes turned to the officer, who sighed heavily.

“They are saying the usual...we do not negotiate with terrorists and our team is too close to get him out without letting things get personal.”

“Any team they send would make it personal,” Brock muttered, petting Cerberus to calm himself down. “Friggin’ cake-eaters don’t understand the concept of brotherhood.” He looked up around the room. “So how are we going to do this?” Sonny and Trent nodded, and Ray leaned against the desk with forced calm.

“Blackburn, if you need to leave for plausible deniability-”

“Like hell I’m going anywhere,” Eric snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. “By the time they would send another team down, if they even plan to, Spenser would probably be dead. We are going after him now, and we will deal with repercussions later. Captain.” He turned, surprising his Mexican counterpart. “What do we have?”

“You are going to disobey your superiors?” Garcia questioned.

“As I said, there is not time to wait for a new team to arrive, and my men are considered the best for a reason. We do not leave any teammate behind under any circumstance.” The Mexican Captain looked to each of the Americans for a long moment before nodding with a grim smile.

“You know the guys would never leave you behind. They’ll come for you soon, baby...you’ve just got to hold on a little bit longer, okay? Stay with me. I’m right here.” The comforting, familiar scent of Stella’s shampoo filled Clay’s nostrils, and he wanted nothing more than to nuzzle into her hand, warm and comforting on his cheek.

The second he shifted his head, though, agony seized his entire body, and the young SEAL was jarred back to reality. Stella...Stella wasn’t with him. Thank God for that, Clay thought to himself. Even though it hurt to remember that Stella had broken things off with him before they’d shipped out to Mexico, the thought of her being with him in this hell-hole made him nauseous.

Or maybe that was the hole in his gut, the probable concussion, the fact that his arms were screaming at him as his feet began to cramp trying to hold his weight on his toes. He knew without a doubt that his brothers would come for him, but found himself beginning to doubt that they’d make it in time for a rescue. The blood soaking his side was enough for him to worry about, and explained how lightheaded he was. If he was hallucinating, though...must be closer to the end than I thought.

“Oh, our blue-eyed friend is back in the world of the living!” Clay tried to lift his head, suddenly feeling like it weight two hundred pounds, and clenched his jaw to fight back the bile rising in his throat as the room spun. “Well, mas o menos...hey! We’re not done with you yet, man! You can tell me all you want that you’re just a tourist, but I am calling bullshit, so wake your ass up!”

No matter how hard he tried to comply, Clay couldn’t gather the strength to move more than his eyes. The cartel thug in front of him became increasingly annoyed and started ranting in Spanish, but the blonde’s mind was too sluggish to translate. A sudden crack accompanied an explosion of agony in his left leg, which no longer bore his weight. His already-strained shoulder gave out with the lurch of added weight, and Clay lost his battle against throwing up.

Time stopped making sense after that. Any moment of awareness was overshadowed with black dots dancing across his vision, and anything that they might’ve been saying to him was completely lost. Every inch of his body was pain...his wrists, chafing from the shackles. His left shoulder, at least dislocated. His face, beat to hell. His abdomen, still leaking. His left leg, probably broken, right cramping from bearing his weight. It was a miracle that he was still conscious, let alone breathing.

The distorted sound of gunfire erupted around Clay, and lights flashed in his eyes. Shouts were abruptly cut off, and Mexican Marina camo filled the room. Sonny’s face filled his field of vision, and Clay was sure he’d started to hallucinate again. “We’ve got you, brother...just hold on a little bit longer...gonna get you home...take you down first...gonna hurt…” His brother’s voice kept cutting in and out, probably along with Clay’s consciousness. Did that mean they were really there?

“So...Sonny...please...don’t let Stella...blame herself,” Clay breathed, breath catching as they moved him. Not a hallucination then...his brothers had really come for him. He knew they were bracing him to bring him down from the chains, but couldn’t work up the strength to warn them about his potentially broken leg, so when they did ease him down and his foot touched the ground, the stab of pain sent him back into oblivion.

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SEAL Team Masterlist

Brian Armstrong Masterlist

Brock Reynolds Masterlist

Eric Blackburn Masterlist

Sonny Quinn Masterlist

Trent Sawyer Masterlist

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After Action Argument, Part 3 || A Trent Sawyer and Full Metal Story

This is Part 3 of this story. This is part 1 and this is part 2.

Co-written with @bravo-four-seal-team

A/N: hi I love all of these characters and I’m hyped to continue writing for this series! For those who are not aware, this story is the first story in a series I’m making on AO3 called “The Medic and The Rambunctious Brothers.” This story contains an OC named Amelia Carter, who is full metal’s sister and Trent’s girlfriend. A second OC, named Ashley Sawyer, is mentioned in passing. This story is missing scenes and continuance of the episodes 2x21 and 2x22.

TW: talk of deployment, talk of bombings, talk of therapy, talk of suicidal ideations

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Has Trent ever mentioned how much he hates going to talk to his boss? He wished this could have waited until he was less exhausted, but there he was, walking through the corridors of the base’s main building.

Blackburn was already waiting for him as he reached the Commander’s office, signaling him to come in before he could even knock. Blackburn looked exhausted as well, and he couldn’t blame him, two long, chaotic missions after a bad deployment has left everyone wrecked.

“Close the door,” Blackburn ordered, and motioned for Trent to sit. Trent did as ordered, wincing as his body rejected most forms of movement. He really needed to take a hot shower and some painkillers when he gets home.

“Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on with you?” Blackburn asked, and was almost annoyed at the perplexed look Trent had on his face when he asked.

“Nothing is going on with me, Blackburn. I made a decision to put my team above myself, and I’d choose it all over again. Metal’s just worrying too much.” Trent tried to explain it off, he didn't want to have to talk to his commanding officer about everything that’s happened in the past year. Unbeknownst to him, he just made the situation worse.

“If Metal’s concerned about you, then something serious must have happened. The world must be ending, the apocalypse is coming, something. You’re not fine, as Metal’s not capable of human emotions unless absolutely necessary.” Trent nearly rolled his eyes at that, damn Metal and his mask.

“Metal has more feelings than he lets on. He’s just worried about facing his sister if I go get myself injured or killed. He would have done the same thing,” Trent insisted, standing his ground that nothing was wrong. There was, of course, but he wasn’t letting anyone know that.

“For good reason, Amelia would have all of our heads on spikes if something happened to you. I’m not convinced you’re okay, at all. You look like hell, Metal’s concerned about you, and now so is the rest of the team.”

“I’m fine. I just want to go home and be in my own bed, and talk to my girlfriend.” Trent continued to insist.

Eric shook his head, sighing, “Ordering mandatory therapy for you.”

That pissed Trent off.

“Why?! I told you I’m fine! How long?” He shot off his questions and displeasure in a rapid fashion. He rubbed his face with one of his hands, the other still on his hip. Honestly, can’t they just leave him alone?

“Until they feel like they can sign off. Dismissed,” Blackburn said firmly, shooing the operative out of his office so he can pack up and go home to his wife.

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Trent goes out to the car, kissing Amelia on her head, and stealing the keys from her. They went to the diner they go to after every deployment, then drop off Metal at his home to his cats, and, unbeknownst to the couple, Trent’s sister Ashley.

The ride to their home was silent, with neither of them knowing truly what to say. They only moved in a couple weeks before this deployment, although if you had asked anyone else they would have told you they lived together for years, as Amelia never stayed in her apartment unless Trent was spun up.

They go to the home, a two-floor, three bedroom and two and a half bath craftsman style house with cream colored siding. They head up the stone steps to the blue front door, Amelia holding the door open as he carries his bags in.

She gives him space to shower and get familiar with his environment again, having been gone for three months caused him to have to readjust to his surroundings, even though almost everything is the same as he left it.

He got out, putting on a pair of athletic shorts and his favorite t-shirt before making his way back downstairs, towards the grey couch. He sat down and sighed, his mind racing with the thoughts and memories of deployment.

Amelia didn’t mean to scare him, she really didn’t, she was bringing him a cup of steaming hot coffee that he always enjoys when he’s home. He was lost in thought, not seeing the short figure coming for him before she spoke, “T, coffee,” causing him to jump.

The sudden action caused her to jump as well, the hot liquid from the two mugs spilling all over her petite hands. She cursed in pain, quickly sitting down the mugs before going to the kitchen to run them under cold water.

He cursed internally, not moving from his spot. She’s just another victim to you, Sawyer he thought to himself, the feelings of worthlessness and guilt crashing through him. She came back a few minutes later, her honey brown hair tied up in a bun to keep it out of her face. Her blue eyes were filled with worry, he could tell she wanted to ask about it, but she wouldn’t, she never does.

He grabbed her gently, pulling her into his lap, just wanting to hold her. The sweet smell of lavender filling his senses, he always felt at home with her with him. “Funeral tomorrow,” he muttered, closing his eyes as her manicured nails played with his hair.

Amelia nodded sadly, she had heard about Brett Swann. She kissed his forehead, not needing to say a word. She was just glad he was home, safe in their living room. “Want me to go with you?” she asked quietly, looking at the scratches on his face.

Trent shook his head, “Don’t have to,” he muttered, leaning into her touch. He just wanted to go to bed, to hold her and keep her safe from the ugliness of this life he lead.

Amelia nodded, kissing his forehead before saying, “That’s okay, love. Want to go to bed?” She waits for him to nod, before standing up, smiling as he took her hand. She lead him up to the bedroom, taking off her clothing, leaving only her bright colored underwear on her sun-kissed body. She crawled under the covers, meeting him halfway in the middle. He pulls her into him, kissing her neck before turning off the light, holding onto her as if she’ll keep the nightmares, the self-loathing, the thoughts of wanting to die away from him.

“Hey, T?” She asked quietly, half-asleep in his arms, where she’s always felt so safe. She felt him tighten his embrace a little, causing her body to be right up against his.

“Yeah?” he whispered, her voice breaking up the demons already clogging his mind tonight. Flashbacks of Clay laying there in the street, of Metal and him fighting, of the landmine incident all plague him, as well as Nate’s death and Adam’s eyes glossing over in Mumbai.

“I’m glad you’re home,” she said innocently, kissing his hand as she feels him kiss her head. She doesn’t know what’s causing him pain, but she hopes he realized that he wasn’t alone.

He was never alone.

#Trent sawyer x Amelia Carter #seal team #seal team story #seal team series #trent sawyer #scott full metal carter #eric blackburn #ashley sawyer #amelia carter

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Chapter one

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Summery: Eric Blackburn has been raising his daughter Skye for the past 3 years alone, no one knows about Skye except two people Adam Seaver and Ash Spenser.

"You know to be good for Uncle Adam?" Blackburn signed to the little girl, who watched him and nodded.

"Yes, daddy" she signed back, before hugging her father tightly "I'll miss you, be safe" she signed before she spotted her uncle and charged over to him, launching herself at him for a hug.

"Sorry about this being so sudden," Blackburn said, looking at Adam, who had picked Skye up.

"Don't be, go deal with the idiots" Adam chuckled, quickly signing to the little girl about getting pancakes, as Blackburn waved them goodbye, before he got in his car and drove to base, this mission was going to be tough, Mandy had been trying to get it greenlit for months now, finally everything was a go.

Everything had been going to plan until the VSP showed up at HAVOC. “We need to call it. Go! Initiate siege protocol.” Blackburn said, as everyone began moving to do what he needed, as he walked to get the gear he grabbed his radio.

"Bravo 1, in the blind. Havoc's been compromised. I say again, Havoc's been compromised. Bravo 1, Havoc has fallen." Blackburn had called over the radio.

He’s moving down to the garage to secure the door with Seth, when the VSP breached the door, Seth was killed on impact, from the force of the blast sent him backward, shrapnel embedding itself in his leg.

He ignores the pain, pushing through it, he needs to get his people out of the building and to safety, he's grateful for the dark trousers he has on to hide the blood.

But it didn't hide his limping.

He’s got a plan, placing a grenade under the chair, when the VSP knocks into it, he’s hit again by a smaller piece of shrapnel to his shoulder, he moved quickly after taking down the other men, ignoring the burning pain in his shoulder.

When they were flying home, that's when he knew something was wrong, he stumbled, knocking over some of the gear passing out. The team witnessed the whole thing and their route was cleared for an emergency landing.

Trent curses when he sees the wound, of course, Blackburn hid his injury, he started shouting at people to get him what he needed, his priority was to stabilize their commander before they landed.

Bravo all agreed, they'd wait at the hospital until Blackburn was safe.

Adam came rushing in, carrying a little girl with him, the team was all confused as he passed Skye to Metal and proceeded to go find out where Eric was and what happened.

"Hi," Metal said, frowning as the little girl squirmed out of his grip, she didn't want this stranger to hold her, she wanted her dad or her uncle.

"Not so fast," Jason says, trying to stop the girl from running off, surprisingly it was Cerb that stopped her by grabbing the back of her shirt.

Eventually, Adam came back, and Skye ran to him.

"Where's daddy?" Skye signs to Adam, staring at her uncle, wanting answers about where her dad was.

Adam sighed, kneeling "your dad was hurt sweetheart, he's in surgery, these men are going to look after you while I go to the base, these men work with your father" he signs, he spots the boys staring at them.

Jason was the first to say "Your kid is deaf?"

"Eric's kid. She's selective mutism... Has some hearing problems... Uses sign language." Adam talks calmly, watching Skye cuddle up with Cerb.

"Blackburn has a kid and never told us?" Ray says, a little shocked.

"Not my story to tell,” Adam says, signing to Skye “Please be good for these men? They’re going to take you home while I find out what is going on with your dad”

“Okay” Skye signed slowly.

“Take her to this address, these are the keys, take care of her.” Adam said, looking at Jason “She’s all Eric has left.”

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Take It or Leave It (Chapter 1 - Leave It)

The sunlight streamed through the window overlooking the small, round kitchen table that served as Olivia Bennett’s dining room table/office desk/craft table and truthfully any flat service she needed. The apartment was tiny but efficient and just enough for what Oliva needed. The job offer to teach at a brand new charter school had come out of the blue and she had all of two weeks between the offer and her first day. Coming off a bad break up, the death of her mother and the elimination of her job in Florida, the offer couldn’t have come at a better time. Olivia grabbed this apartment off an online ad, sight unseen, and prayed for the best. She packed up whatever would fit in her SUV and the small trailer she rented and she didn’t look back. She bought some furniture and decorated her new little home. School started, she made a few friends and a year and a half later, she didn’t think she could have been more content.

Then she met Lieutenant Commander Eric Blackburn. Olivia smiled as she stared out the window at the flowering dogwood tree that grew on the side of her building. Recalling their “meet cute”, she smiled into her tea cup. He was the complete opposite of any man she had ever dated. Usually attracted to alpha male assholes who acted like they were the end all be all, Olivia was completely smitten by the slightly older, steadier, more mature military man. He was quieter, more introspective, softer than the others. He was incredibly intelligent, thoughtful and he had a wicked sense of humor he seemed to save just for her. No doubt, she was falling hard for her sweet sailor.

Olivia jumped at the loud rap of knuckles against the front door, splashing hot tea all over her t-shirt and the essay papers on the American Revolution she was grading at her kitchen table. Quickly grabbing a towel from the breakfast bar, she attempted to pat the papers dry.

“Keep your shorts on!” she called out as she jogged to the front door, stubbing her baby toe on a box sticking out from under the coffee table as she passed. “Dammit all to hell,” she muttered as she ripped the door open to reveal Eric Blackburn on the other side. Speak of the devil, she thought to herself with a smile.

“Hey there,” she said as she stepped back, tripping over….something, to let Eric in the apartment. “This is a surprise.” Olivia noticed the stony look on Eric’s face as he moved past her. No kiss on the cheek, no smile, nothing. And it was the middle of the day. It unnerved her.

As he stepped further into the apartment, Eric surveyed the landscape of her living room. The boxes sticking out from under the coffee table, the empty shelves that had held her DVD collection, the pile of laundry on the far side of the couch. “Yeah, kind of a last minute thing,” Eric responded with a grimace, looking around at the mess. “What the hell’s going on here?”

Olivia winced at his tone. “I got some bad news the other day,” she explained slowly as Eric turned to her. “My lease has been a month to month for a while now and the landlord decided to call it so he can move his wife’s kid brother in or some such thing.” Olivia hadn’t wanted to bring it up until she had something else in place. It had only been a few days since Mr. Leonard dropped his little bombshell on her and she had been scrambling non stop trying to find a new place to move into. She hadn’t mentioned it in their few conversations because Olivia didn’t want Eric to feel any kind of pressure to invite her to stay with him. They weren’t there yet, having only been dating for a few months. They were just enjoying getting to know each other.

“I’m leaving in sixteen hours,” Blackburn stated.

Stunned, Olivia just stared at him. It wasn’t just what he said, but also how he said it that set Olivia’s teeth on edge. It was the tone, she guessed, that he used with his team. Short, clipped, authoritative.

“Oookay,” Olivia responded, hating the slight shake in her voice. She didn’t like his tone and didn’t know where this was heading but she was starting to feel a pit in her stomach. “You’re being spun up?”

“No. I am being deployed. Two weeks early,” he said, emotionless.

Looking around the room, and the small disaster it was, Eric was getting more and more agitated. He was a military man, after all. Neat and orderly was the way he lived his life and this was the opposite of it. And with his frame of mind at the moment…the loss of Echo team, the deployment being moved up, the way Bravo was already itching for a fight. Eric just sighed and shook his head, shifting his focus from what he was going to be facing to attacking the situation in front of him.

“Deployed? Doesn’t that mean for months at a time?” Olivia was desperately trying to learn all the military lingo. Google only helped just so much and she hadn’t met anyone else in Eric’s circle, so it’s not like she could lean on any of the other wives and girlfriends.

Eric sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes,” he responded testily. “I wanted to tell you in person.”

“For how long?”

“Three months, at least,” Blackburn responded.

“Three months,” Olivia repeated. As she began pacing in the small spot in front of her coffee table, her brain kicked into gear as she put two and two together. Her brow furrowed, her Irish temper beginning to flare. He was leaving. She knew this was part of the deal with dating a military man, especially someone like Eric who commanded a specialized unit. Still, she felt there should have been some warning. Especially when that one particular word clicked: early.

“Ok, just so I’m understanding correctly, you’re saying that while you are leaving in the morning, you were already scheduled to leave in two weeks for several months and you’re just now telling me? Is there anything wrong with that assessment...Lieutenant?” she added saucily at the end. Eric took a deep breath to stop himself from snapping at her. He knew he was wrong to have kept that from her but it had been so long since he had been in a relationship and things had been so good between them, he hadn’t wanted to ruin it by bringing up the deployment. But with the loss of Echo team weighing on him, the sailor in him who was looking at months of combat and handling a Tier One team was pushing the boyfriend who just wanted to curl up on the couch and help his girl find a new apartment out of the way. “Look, I just wanted to stop by and tell you in person that the timeline had changed and I’m leaving in the morning” he repeated, almost coldly. “This is my life. Take it or leave it.” The words had barely left his mouth and he wanted to take them back. This was not what he had in mind when he came over here.

Olivia felt her heart stop. “I’m sorry. What did you just say to me?”

The two stared at each other. How had things gone from zero to a hundred in less than three minutes, Olivia wondered. “You heard me,” Eric said quietly.

Tears began to form in Olivia’s eyes. “Wow.” She turned around to take a second to pull the tears back, leaning on the little dining room table. A range of emotions were rolling over her as she stood there. Anger, betrayal, fear, disappointment. Why hadn’t he told her he was being deployed? Did he plan on breaking up with her before he left? Was this the easy way for him to end it? Had she completely misread the situation? Whatever the answers were to the myriad of questions popping in her brain, she knew one thing for sure - she promised she would never let a man break her like her ex did. So Olivia squared her shoulders and stood tall as she turned around to make the decision for him.

Olivia spoke as she walked towards the door. “Well, thank you for stopping by and informing me,” she said, figuring if he was going to use his ‘lieutenant’ voice, she was going to use her ‘teacher’ voice. Olivia swept her arm in front of her in the universal sign of ‘here’s the door’. “Please, do not let me keep you away from your duties.” She knew she was being passive aggressive but she also knew she had to be or she’d do or say something stupid.

Eric sighed and moved towards her. Olivia opened the door and moved back, attempting to stay out of his reach. “Look,” Eric began. Before he could get another word out, Olivia lifted her hand to stop him.

“It’s fine,” she said quietly, opening her front door. Olivia bit her tongue to stop herself from asking him to be careful and come home safe in one piece. With her decision to just let go a moment ago waving its flag in her face, she chose to remain silent.

“Liv…”

“Goodbye, Eric,” Olivia said sadly. With one last look, Olivia quickly closed and locked the door, leaving a stunned Eric Blackburn on the other side.

Not wanting him to hear her, Olivia quickly moved through the apartment to her bedroom in the back and sat down on the edge of her bed and started crying. Shit, she thought. What had she just done?

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The following morning, Eric sat at his desk, staring off into space. He replayed the prior afternoon over and over, seeing everywhere he went wrong. He should have told Olivia about the deployment sooner, he should have had his head on straight before he stepped foot in her apartment, but above all else, he never - never - should have given her the ultimatum of “take it or leave it”. And he really should have just sucked it up and went back to her place last night and begged for forgiveness.

Eric dropped his head into his hands. He had never felt so torn. He desperately wanted to go to Olivia. But there wasn’t time. They were set to take off within the hour.

A light knock on the door jamb caught Eric’s attention. Adam Seaver stood leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. “Hey man. Ready to go?”

Eric shook his head. “No, not really.”

Adam chuckled. “I find that hard to believe,” he replied, sitting in the chair across from Blackburn’s desk. “What’s going on?”

Eric looked at the Green Team instructor as a thought took hold. “Can I ask you to do me a favor while I’m gone?”

Adam shrugged. “Of course, man, anything. You know that.”

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After Eric left the apartment, Olivia threw herself a pity party, complete with mint chocolate chip ice cream. She went to bed without checking her emails, texts or social media. She had zero desire to do anything except berate herself for her own childish behavior and recognize that her long standing insecurities and low self esteem issues had reared their ugly heads and cost her perhaps the best thing that had ever happened to her. It wasn’t until the next morning that she learned about what had happened, finally logging on and seeing the news about the SEAL team that had been killed in Afghanistan.

By that point, she knew she would be too late to reach Eric to try and apologize. He had much more important matters to attend to than her, she thought.

Olivia worked through the rest of the week in a fog. She had made no attempt to find a new apartment and she was down to just over a week to get her place packed up and find somewhere to live. Another teacher on staff had offered to let her use her guest room for a few weeks until she found something. It was a sweet offer but she also knew that said teacher was the resident cat lady and the idea of sharing the space with her and her six cats held little appeal. She’d rather go into debt by getting a hotel room until she found something.

After an excruciatingly long Friday, filled with exams, quizzes and a less than attentive group of teenagers, Olivia trudged into her apartment, knocking into boxes along the way to her bedroom where she changed out of her heels and work clothes, stuck her hair up in a messy bun that never looked as sexy as it did in the magazines, and put on her favorite, practically threadbare, Bon Jovi “New Jersey” tour t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. After reheating some leftovers in the microwave, she grabbed a bottle of wine and curled up on her couch with the mission of not getting up until she found an apartment. Not five minutes in, there was a knock on the door.

Olivia looked through the peephole in the door to find a petite blonde woman on the other side. Not recognizing her, Olivia unbolted the door but left the chain on so she could crack it open. “Yes?”

“Hi, Olivia? I’m Victoria Seaver,” the woman explained. “My husband, Adam, works with Eric on base.”

Olivia’s eyes widened slightly, a shiver soared up her spine. Was she here with bad news? “How can I help you?”

“Do you mind if I come in?” she asked politely.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Olivia responded, shaking her head at herself as she closed the door and took the chain off. She tried to run her hands down her shirt in a terrible effort to look presentable in front of “one of the wives”. The thought of meeting a Navy wife had intimidated her for some reason. Maybe because they always seemed way more put together than she was.

As she reopened the door, Victoria smiled at her. “Oh, this place is so cute!” she exclaimed. “It’s so sad you have to move.”

Olivia’s brow furrowed. How did she know that? “Um, I’m sorry it's such a mess,” Olivia stated apologetically. “I’ve been trying to pack as best I can between school and grading and everything.” Olivia scrambled to pick things up off the other side of the sofa and the chairs on either side of the coffee table to give Victoria a place to sit. “Please,” she gestured.

Still smiling, Victoria thanked her. “I hated moving so much when Adam was working his way up through the ranks,” Victoria lamented. “I mean, I finally have a system, but it took me years to develop it.”

“How did you know about…” Olivia began.

Victoria raised her hand up, again with a smile. “Eric told Adam how sorry he was to be leaving in the middle of all of this. So, we’re here to help.” The statement was said so matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Olivia stared at the woman, searching for what to say next. “I-I don’t...um, help? Help with what?”

Victoria felt bad for the girl in front of her. Brand new relationship with a military man and it’s someone like Eric Blackburn. A brilliant man, no doubt. But a serious dummy in the relationship department. Victoria reached out and took Olivia’s hand. “Eric told Adam you lost the lease on your apartment. And with having to deploy sooner than anticipated, Eric asked Adam if we would take care of you so you weren’t stuck doing this all by yourself.”

Take care of her? Olivia was shocked into silence. She didn’t think Eric even talked about her to anyone at work. She couldn’t help but stare at the patient woman sitting in front of her with her jaw dropped open, then dropping her head to hide the tears threatening to stream down her cheeks. She couldn’t, however, stop the sob that fell from her, causing Victoria to drop her hands, scoot closer to Olivia and wrap her arm around her shoulder.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Victoria cooed in Olivia’s hair as the tears fell.

The comfort and support prompted Olivia to, out of nowhere, retrace the steps that led to the outpouring of emotion, telling Victoria about the afternoon Eric last visited and then began telling her all about how they met and some of the dates they had been on before finally admitting out loud what she knew she should have been telling Eric, not the sweet stranger sitting beside her. “I’ve fallen in love with him and now it’s too late,” Olivia choked out.

Victoria once again grabbed Olivia’s hand. “Olivia, I have known that man for a very, very long time and as much as I adore and admire him, Eric’s an idiot.”

Olivia’s head snapped up at the statement and saw the glint in Victoria’s eye as she chuckled at her. Victoria continued. “He is a brilliant strategist, a cool headed straight shooter in a sea of politically motivated egos and he is, rumor has it, quite a deadly shot. But when it comes to interpersonal - or should I say, personal relationships - Eric Blackburn is about as astute and communicative as a 15 year old boy.”

Both women paused for a moment before dissolving into a fit of giggles. “Well, I guess that could be said for most men, couldn’t it?” Olivia queried, earning her a rueful nod from Victoria.

“My Adam can be just as bad,” she confessed. “But enough about the boys,” Victoria continued, eyeballing the bottle of wine on the table. “Got an extra glass?”

Olivia smiled and nodded, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass, a plate, fork and a few little snack items to offer her guest. “Sorry for all this. I am sure you have way more important things to be handling right now than some overwrought, hysterical chick you’ve never even laid eyes on.”

Victoria shook her head. “Stop it. I am happy to help. That’s what we do - we help each other,” she explained. “Being a Navy wife or girlfriend or partner, we all experience similar things. It’s never the exact same thing but trust me, we are all here for each other.” As Olivia returned to the living room, she watched Victoria pull a tablet out of her bag. “So, with that said, I took some liberty.”

As Olivia settled in, Victoria proceeded to open up the app for a local real estate site she had bookmarked, showing Olivia several places she hoped would pique her interest. “I did some research on this place and found some places that are in the area and comparable.”

For the next few hours, the two women researched the local real estate market and made phone and email inquiries on several properties Olivia liked and could afford. They finished off the bottle of wine and then finished off the remaining mint chocolate chip ice cream. By the end of the evening, Olivia had several places to see the following day, but more importantly, she found a friend.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Victoria said as she stepped over the threshold to head home. “Tonight was kind of a daddy/daughter night but Adam has several things to do this weekend before Echo…” she trailed off.

It was the first time that night that the subject of Echo team had come up that night and Olivia wasn’t sure what to do or what to say. So she just went on instinct and pulled Victoria in for a hug. “I am so sorry,” she whispered. “I can’t imagine what this is like for you all to be going through.”

Victoria squeezed her back and when she pulled away, Olivia saw the tears in her eyes. “Thank you,” she began. “It affects us all, whether it’s one life or a whole team. We truly are a community, Olivia. We have each other’s backs, 100%. You’re a part of that now, too. Whether you like it or not,” she finished with a wry smile which Olivia returned. Victoria continued. “Well, Hannah, my daughter, needs a distraction right now, like we all do, so I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if she tagged along with us.”

Olivia shook her head. “No, absolutely not. I’d love to meet her.”

Victoria smiled and leaned in, hugging the young teacher once more. “Welcome to the family, Liv,” she said in her ear. She pulled back, catching Olivia’s face in her hands and gave her a wicked grin. “You’re stuck with us now!”

The two women laughed and waved good night once more before Victoria descended down the stairs to the small lobby below. Olivia watched her leave before going back inside.

Curling up on the couch after cleaning up the dishes left behind, Olivia grabbed her laptop. She stared at the screen, knowing what she had to do but also hated it had to be done this way - impersonally, digitally. Calling was out of the question, so this was her only option.

Opening up her email program, Olivia chewed on her bottom lip, wondering what to say, where to start. Talking to Victoria had helped Olivia achieve some clarity and understanding but more importantly, a certain amount of hope that all had not been lost. So she typed just seven words:

Come home safe, sailor. I’ll be waiting.

Olivia never imagined she would get an almost immediate response so when her email alert chimed, she froze when she saw the response.

I promise.

One tear trailed down her cheek as she closed her eyes in a silent prayer of thanks that all was not lost after all.

#seal team #seal team cbs #eric blackburn #oc

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Report: White House Fires Alexander Vindman From NSC

Update — 6:05 P.M. EST: A U.S. Army spokesperson on Friday said the Vindman brothers have been reassigned to the Department of the Army after their removal from the White House’s National Security Council. Read Breitbart News’ original report below.

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Army Spokesperson both Vindman officers. "We can confirm that both Lt. Cols. Vindman have been reassigned to the Department of the Army, out of respect for their privacy, we will not be providing any further information at this time."#Vindman

6:03 PM - Feb 7, 2020

Vindman’s attorney, David Pressman, confirmed his client’s termination and subsequent removal from the White House.

“Today, Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Vindman was escorted out of the White House where he has dutifully served his country and his President. He does so having spoken publicly once, and only pursuant to a subpoena from the United States Congress,” Pressman said in a statement.

“There is no question in the mind of any American why this man’s job is over, why this country now has one less soldier serving it at the White House. [He] was asked to leave for telling the truth. His honor, his commitment to right, frightened the powerful,” the lawyer added.

“LTC Alexander Vindman leaves the White House today. But we must not accept the departure of truth, duty, and loyalty that he represents. In this country right matters, and so does truth,” he concluded.

CNN also reported that Vindman’s twin brother, Yevgeny, a lawyer on the NSC, was also fired and escorted off the property.

The development comes after Bloomberg News reported Thursday evening that Vindman’s removal was likely as part of a plan to cut down the Trump administration’s foreign policy bureaucracy. Asked by reporters earlier Friday whether Vindman was set to be removed, President Trump replied: “I’m not happy with him. You think I’m supposed to be happy with him?… They’re going to be making that decision.”

Vindman served as the NSC’s expert on Ukraine and monitored the July 25 telephone between President Trump and Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky. A partisan CIA officer alleged in a whistleblower complaint that the president seemingly attempted to exchange U.S. security aid to Ukraine for an investigation into allegations of corruption against former Vice President Joe Biden and his son, Hunter Biden. RealClearPolitics first reported that the whistleblower is suspected to be the Eric Ciaramella, who left the NSC in mid-2017 due to concerns about negative leaks to the media to re-join the CIA. Both world leaders have denied the whistleblower’s accusations and the White House released a transcript of their call as evidence that no wrongdoing occurred.

In his October testimony before the House Intelligence Committee, Vindman criticized the Trump-Zelensky call and claimed that he did not know the identity of the whistleblower.

“I did not think it was proper to demand that a foreign government investigate a U.S. citizen, and I was worried about the implications for the U.S. government’s support of Ukraine,” Vindman told lawmakers.

“I realized that if Ukraine pursued an investigation into the Bidens and [gas company] Burisma, it would likely be interpreted as a partisan play, which would undoubtedly result in Ukraine losing the bipartisan support it has thus far maintained,” he continued.

“This would all undermine U.S. national security,” he added. “Following the call, I again reported my concerns to NSC’s lead counsel.”

Several Republicans such as Sen. Marsha Blackburn (R-TN) have repeatedly accused Vindman of leaking details of the call to the whistleblower.

“Alexander Vindman broke the chain of command and leaked the contents of the President’s July 25th phone call to his pal, the ‘whistleblower.’ Over a policy dispute with the President! How is that not vindictive?” the Tennessee Republican tweeted last month