SEAL Team One-Shot--All In

This little one-shot is for all the Jandy fans.  Love you guys!  

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At the beginning of Season 5 Episode 5, Jason has just found Mandy's picture and has it with him as they race toward the train on the little birds. This is what I imagined going through his head. 

All In

The west African scenery outside the little bird was hardly more than a blur, the helo rotors rumbling overhead as they headed for the train, but all Jason could focus on was the picture.

Mandy. Captive. Beaten.

Usually on ops it was easy to keep his mind empty of anything that wasn’t mission-related. Three-foot world. Front focus. That’s what kept him and his team alive.

Or it had been easy until he saw that picture. Her face. The wounds and injuries so dark on her skin. He took stock of what he could see. The blood on her mouth. The same mouth that had told him the truth even when it’d been hard, and kissed him as if she’d been drowning and he was the air she needed. Her bruised cheek. The same one that felt like silk under his fingers as he’d lightly traced it while she’d slept next to him. A blackened eye. The same eyes that saw his soul and the darkness there, but never wavered in her trust and acceptance. The longer he looked at the image, the more rage raced through his veins, seething just below the surface that someone had hurt her like that. After he found Mandy and made sure she was safe, he was going to find her captors and make them hurt. His fist clenched at the thought, wishing he was there now to fight for her. With her.  

The last time he’d seen Mandy, she’d turned at the door and given him that smile, the one that lit her up from the inside and transferred that warmth to him. He’d missed that---missed her. It was hard not to call her back to his side, to try and keep her with him for just a little longer, but he'd watched her go and the door had closed. He’d pulled up her number on his phone a million times since then, wanting to reach out, but she’d seemed happy and busy with her new life, so he’d put it off. Now her battered face stared back at him. What was she doing in Africa? Had she gone back to the CIA? How had she been captured? Questions went round and round in his mind, the biggest ones being, where was she now and how quickly could he get to her? He had no answers.

Vaguely he heard someone say they were three mikes out from the train. The target they were after, Boukare, he would know. He was the key to finding her. Jason shifted in his seat and pulled the picture a little closer to him. Mandy was staring straight ahead, her chin up. She wasn’t cowering. She wasn’t broken. All she had to do was stay strong until he could get to her.

Jason could feel Ray’s eyes on him and heard him yell, “Hey! Nothing we can do for Mandy until we secure the train. Front-sight focus, Jase.”

Jason folded the picture over and put it in his pocket. He was mission-focused now. Capturing Boukare was his number one priority. Boukare was how they were going to find Mandy.

But her words echoed back to him from the mission in Paraguay to rescue her CIA friend, Jane. “She’s not ready for this, Jason. She’s running out of time.” Now Mandy was the one running out of time.

He touched the pocket where he’d put her picture. “Just hang on a little longer,” he murmured. “I’m coming to get you.”

And that was a promise he was going to keep.