Hereford Base; Bravo Squad Dorm

Derek POV

You opened your eyes and noticed that you were in your room, laying on your own bed. You went to get up but felt your hand stay in place. You looked at your right hand to see that it was handcuffed to your bed frame.

Derek: What the fuck?

The door to your room opened and Franklin walked in.

Patch: Would you look at that, you're finally awake.

Derek: Oh haha, why am I handcuffed to my own fucking bed?

Patch: Do you not remember what happened?

Derek: I remember Sean getting fucking shot in the neck. Where is he.

Patch: In the Medical Wing, he'll be fine. Is that all you remember?

Derek: Yes, what the fuck happened.

Patch: Dude, you lost your fucking shit. That's what happened.

Derek: Did you expect anything more? Our own fucking allies killed our hostage and nearly killed Sean aswell.

Patch: In my opinion it was justified, but it took all 6 of us to knock you the fuck out.

Derek: It took all 6 of you.

Patch: Yes, Emma sat and watched while the other 4 practically jumped on top of you. I had to step in and hit you in the back of the neck with the butt of my MP7.

Derek: *sighs* What was the end result of my blind rage.

Patch: To answer your question, Kali was the one who shot the hostage. Luckily she was only using a SDM-R. If she was using her CSRX 300. Sean wouldn't have half of his neck.

Derek: Frank, what the fuck did I do.

Patch: Kali is in the medical wing with a broken nose and a punctured lung. Wamai is also in the medical wing with a broken arm after he tried detaining you. He also suffered minor head trauma after you slammed him into a tree a couple times.

Derek: I remember 4 others before my vision became blurry, what happened to them.

Patch: Well, you killed them.

Derek: I did what?!?

Patch: I'm kidding, they suffered minor injuries, except for one who currently has a hole in his hand after you pinned him against a tree with your knife.

You sank your head into your pillow and took a deep breath before looking back over at Franklin.

Derek: So what happens now?

Patch: Well, you hospitalized the leader of a private military. Harry isn't too happy about that, so he told me to handcuff you to your bedframe and put you under house arrest until he can level the situation with NightHaven.

Derek: So I'm stuck in bed until they realize "hey we were kinda cunts back there for shooting one of your guys, we understand why your soldier kicked our asses while in a blind rage".

Patch: Not stuck in bed, but it was the first thought to do since you would've wanted to see Sean immediately.

Derek: Yea well I still do.

Patch: He's fine, he's just spending the day in there so he can catch up on rest. Plus even he is still trying to process what the hell even happened.

Derek: And why the hell is Harry pissed, he was bitching to me the other day about Nighthaven taking his operators on field trips to their facility. Now I don't want to sound like that guy, but I did him a fucking favor.

Patch: He knows, however they're still allies. Sure they're taking Ops, but they're still allies that we are working with.

Derek: Not much allies when they put a bullet through my friends neck and took away our chance at getting any information from that wolf.

Patch: They refuse to answer on why they did that.

Franklin's phone rang and he reached into his pocket. He looked at the Caller ID and answered the call.

Franklin: Hello? Yea he's awake... yes he's quite pissed that he's handcuffed to his bed... Alright, I'll let him know.

He ended the call and put his phone back into his pocket. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a pair of keys and walked over to you. He unlocked your handcuff as you looked at him whike massaging your wrist.

Derek: What's happening?

Patch: Well I'd say things got worse, but it could honestly turn around for you if you keep your chill.

Derek: Dude, what is it.

Patch: It was Harry, says that he wants you in the meeting room for your "trial".

Derek: My trial?

Patch: They want to speak about your actions and come to an agreement with your punishment.

Derek: Is this a fucking joke?

Patch: Dude, I stopped questioning it after they compared you to an untamed mutt.

Derek: This is such bullshit.

Patch: You have to think about the gravity of the situation, we're talking a private military. And these are some highly trained soldiers. Harry can't risk bad blood.

Derek: I could give less of a damn, I'll strangle the bitch if she keeps thinking she's some kind of untouchable princess.

Patch: Derek, for the sake of your friends. Don't say or do anything stupid.

Derek: Fine, I'll keep my mouth shut.

Timeskip: 25 minutes later

Hereford Base; Meeting Room

Derek POV

Jax: With the recent events with Lieutenant Colt of Bravo Squad unwoefully attacking and injuring members of Nighthaven. They believe that the only punishment to give... is death by firing squad.

Derek What the fuck!?!

Harry: Lieutenant.

Derek: Sorry.

Harry turned his attention back towards the Nighthaven member.

Harry: I understand the severity of this situation with your leader and many others injured by a member of my team. But is there any other way we can resolve this other than his life?

Jax: That was the only solution discussed. We feel as though a threat against our team should be treated as a threat. Even if it's a close ally like yourself.

Harry: Well after hearing your side of things, I would like to hear Colts side of the story.

Derek: Jesus christ were treating this whole situation like children.

Harry: Lieutenant, I want to hear your side of things.

Derek: *sighs* Patch already wrote everything down in the debrief but I will speak of it again. After Retrieving the leader of that group of wolves. We started to make our way to the exit. Once we got there a bullet rang through out the area, the wolf is dead, and Mickey is on the ground clutching his neck to stop the bleeding. I look towards where the shot came from and there was NightHaven with Jaimini holding an SDM-R. After that I can't remember.

Jax: So why should we take your word on things, you can't even remember the whole story.

Derek: I think seeing the condition Mickey is in while also having 6 other sources of the event makes it pretty clear that's what happened.

Jax: From the report also given, the recruits suffered from a traumatizing event with Emma having nothing but a poncho wrapped around her. Who's to tell whether they know what's real and false. Especially when they look up to someone like yourself. Manipulation can go many ways.

You clenched your fist at that last comment. Something about him using Emma's condition to make you sound insane just pissed you off.

Derek: I'm sorry, but I thought this whole ordeal was about Nighthaven and myself. Don't be bringing others into this.

Jax: They are evidence, they can be used in a case like this.

Derek: With their consent to have a say in this matter. They aren't here. So bring up their God damn names one more time and see what happens.

Jax: Or what.

Derek: You wanna end up like your buddies in the medical wing?

Harry: Both of you, quiet.

You both looked back over to Harry who was now frustrated with his hands on his forehead.

Harry: Now then, I think with all of the evidence from both sides, I hope we can agree that the rule of punishment for Lieutenant Colt, would be out of duty for 3 weeks with an added week of psychology to test his mental health. Because obviously something is not right in his head.

Jax: I will let them know about this, but I feel as though they will agree with these terms.

Harry: I do apologize for the way my men have treated your own. Hopefully this will be the start to fixing things. You are dismissed.

The man named Jax walked out of the room and you looked back at Harry.

Derek: You can't be serious right now.

Harry: I believe what you said Derek, I trust Franklin with anything he tells me and your story matched up with his with no faults. But you need to understand the gravity of the situation and the safety of not only myself but for my operators. Give the one week of therapy a chance and if Gustave says you're clear then I will lift the 3 weeks out of duty. Do I make myself clear.

Derek: *sighs* yes sir.

Harry: Good, I don't believe their lies, but I need you to take this punishment as a lesson in retaliation but for also the safety of everyone else.

Derek: Alright Harry, I'll own up on the bullshit. But I'm not doing it for you or your operators. I'm doing this for Mickey and also Emma. He had no right bringing her name and trauma into this.

Harry: That he did not. And I understand your anger towards it. Tomorrow will be your first day, you're dismissed.

You stood up from your area and left the meeting room with Franklin leaning against the wall.

Patch: How'd it go?

Derek: As good as you think it went.

Patch: What happened.

Derek: I now have to spend a week getting psychological help, and if I come back appearing "not ok" Then I'm out of duty for a month. That is my punishment.

Patch: Doesn't sound that bad, your mental health is fine besides minor PTSD, but that moment wouldn't trigger it.

Derek: Thats not the worst part, their first take on my punishment was by a firing squad.

Patch: What the hell?

Derek: Thats what I said. And then they brought Emma into the situation after I said I had sources. Stated that the trauma they experienced prior was making them not know what was right or wrong. That they'd believe anything I said because they looked up to me.

Patch: Thats low, but what are you ground rules for the base?

Derek: None, I'm free to do whatever I want besides just taking those tests with Gustave. However, you're gonna have to deal with Robert being in charge for the time being.

Patch: Can't we just take a break aswell?

Derek: Keep the jobs minimal, don't stress yourselves out or get yourselves into deep shit, I won't be able to help you guys.

Patch: Yea yea yea.

Derek: So what're you here for, didn't trust me alone?

Patch: Oh no, I just came by to tell you that Sean is up.

Derek: Can I see him?

Patch: Follow me.

You followed Franklin to the Medical wing. You opened the doors and walked past a few rooms before finally reaching the room that Sean was staying in. You entered the room and pulled up a chair and sat down next to his bedside.

Mickey: Hey boss.

Derek: How do you feel?

Mickey: Well I'd say I feel like I have a crick in my neck as a joke. But I think I actually do.

Derek: Well a bullet did graze your throat.

Mickey: *laughs* Yea. Hey, Frank told me what you did after I lost consciousness, that took some serious balls.

Derek: Yea well it almost got me killed so.

Mickey: However you did it as retaliation to what they did, for all we know they could've been a threat and you acted off it. You followed protocol.

Derek: Could put it that way.

Mickey: I know it's alot to ask, but I'm exhausted and I know you're in alot of deep shit right now, but you think you can just spend the rest of the day here. It's odd being the only injured one here. Plus I'm still trying to process that I almost left Veronica all alone.

You looked out the doorframe and saw Franklin give you a thumbs up, you nodded back and he closed the door. You looked back at Sean and took off your balaclava and leaned back in the chair.

Derek: You know what, I can use the break...