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By Jullian Gray
Summary: Some people are just really dense Frankie gets
Warning: Slash, nothing graphic (Not even a kiss).
Disclaimer: The usual.
Special thanks to Sherry for correcting my horrible grammar and terrible spelling.
Frankie Santana walked into the living room where Hannibal Smith sat reading his paper and Templeton Peck lay reading a book. Frankie smiled at Face as he looked up at him. It was nice to see him out of the bed even if it was just for a few hours each day.
The floor where he had been laid in the restaurant hadn't been the cleanest and had led to a pretty nasty infection that he knew the lieutenant was still fighting. Frankie had seen all of Face's medications on his dresser and thought it was no wonder he didn't eat much after taking all the pills. There couldn't have been much room left in his stomach for anything else.
"How you doing, Face?"
"Doing good, Frankie." Face smiled.
"Sorry to bother you, Face. I just came in to see if
Johnny might want to go see a movie tonight. I hear the 'Crabman Who Ate
Hannibal looked up from his lieutenant and glanced over at the young man standing in the doorway.
"Sorry, Frankie, I've already got plans tonight."
Frankie looked over at Hannibal, who was sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, and the lieutenant's head resting on a pillow propped up on his thigh.
"Kind of late to go out on a date isn't it? I mean, if you're going to take a girl out, isn't a little late to be leaving?" Frankie asked as he looked at his watch.
Hannibal put down his paper and lit a cigar, as he looked the younger man up and down. Face closed his book and looked up at the silver haired man watching him closely. 'This could get very interesting,' he thought, as he watched his lovers blue eyes light up.
"I didn't say I was going out. I said I had plans. Plans that include me sitting here on this couch and reading my paper, smoking a cigar or two, then helping Face off to bed."
Hannibal looked down at Face and smiled brightly as he stroked the stray blonde hair from his forehead.
"Once he's tucked in for the night I might even read him a bedtime story if he doesn't give me too much trouble."
Hannibal laughed as Face swatted his arm weakly with his book.
"That doesn't sound like much fun. Come on, BA can take
care of Face. It's not like he'll be all alone. I mean, you could go a few
"Yeah, I could."
"Come on, Johnny, we're talking the Crabman here. Only second to the Aquamaniac."
He knew it wasn't jealously. Face had nothing to worry about when it came to Santana, or anyone else, for that matter. It had taken him quite a few years to get it through the young blonde's head that he loved him, and only him. But it had finally stuck, so he knew that jealously wasn't the problem. So that could only leave one thing.
"You hurting, kid?"
"I'll be alright."
"That's not what I asked."
"All right, Tem, bed time."
Before Face could protest any further,
Frankie sighed as he went into the kitchen and slumped down at the table across from BA.
"I don't get it."
BA looked up from his sandwich and glass of milk.
"Don't get what?"
"Johnny's been cooped up in this house for over a week and I give him a chance to go out for the night and he would rather stay here with Face. I mean, you could watch him till we get back, couldn't you?"
"I could and I would if
"Would you go up and see if he'll let you watch Face so we can go to the movies?"
"Come on, BA, how can he not be bored! I mean, you've at least gotten out and worked on the van. He hasn't even left Face's side for more than ten minutes."
BA shoved his plate away and looked at the young man in front of him. 'How could someone be so damn dense?' he thought.
"Have you ever stopped to think that
"Come on, what could be so exciting about watching him sleep?"
"Frankie, in all the time you've been with us, how
often have you seen Face and
"They split up when we go on a mission."
"Now hold that thought. How long are they apart?"
"A couple of hours."
"When we get back from a mission, what normally happens?"
"Johnny makes his report to Stockwell, then he goes and meets Face so they can go over what happened."
BA rubbed his temple. "Yep, some people are just dense. One last try.' he thought.
"When we don't do things as a team, what happens?"
"Normally you go work on the van, I'll go to the movies, and Johnny and Face will do something together..." Frankie stopped and looked at BA.
'My god, I think he's got it!' BA thought, as he watch the wheels in Frankie's mind turn.
"Man, you'd really think
BA couldn't stand it anymore. How could anyone be this damn dense?
"They're lovers you dumb fool! They have been since
A shocked Frankie stood and followed BA out of the kitchen.
"Lovers? No way! Come on, were talking about John Hannibal Smith here, BA. Not some faggot–"
BA spun around on the smaller man and slammed him, none too gently, against the wall.
"I don't ever want to hear that word come from your mouth. You got me sucker!" BA growled in Frankie's face. "They love each other and they take care of each other and that's what counts. So help me, if you ever say one word to hurt either of them, I'll mess you up so bad your own daddy won't be able to recognize you! You got me sucker!"
Frankie could only nodded his head yes as BA glared down at him.
"Now I'm going up to bed. I suggest you do the same." BA released his grip and walked away, knowing there would be no argument.
rubbed his throat, waiting for the tremors to stop and thought over BA's words
about Face and
Once upstairs, Frankie noted the light was on in
"Come on in, but keep your voice down. I just got Face to sleep."
Frankie looked over at the bed where the colonel sat reading
a book. The lieutenant was asleep beside him, his head lying on a pillow in
"I just wanted to say good night."
"Good night, Frankie. And if you can wait a few weeks for Face to get on his feet a little more, we'll all go see the movie."
"Sure, that would be great."
Frankie closed the bedroom door and went down the hall to his own room. Lovers? He couldn't believe it. Never in a million years had he seen the signs. 'Man, Frankie, you must be dense!' he thought, shaking his head and wondering what else he'd missed.
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