Summary: Takes place
after 'Recipe for Heavy Bread'. Face is
drowning his memories in whiskey. Hannibal
tries to help. Story complete.
Disclaimer: I don't
"C'mon, Face. Let's go. You've had enough." Hannibal
put his hand on Face's arm and tried to pull him out of the corner booth. He'd spent most of the night looking for his
lieutenant and had finally found him holed up in bar on the "wrong"
side of town.
"No. You can't
make me." Face spoke, slow and
deliberate, pulling his arm from Hannibal's grip. He ran his
hands through his hair, then wrapped one around the whiskey bottle and the
other around the shot glass. The bottle
was nearly empty. He poured another
drink and downed it in a loud gulp. He
slammed the glass on the table. "Ahhh. That's some
He turned to Hannibal. "Why don't you just get up and leave me
alone? Go on, Hanbul." Face was fighting to stay focused. He waved his hand toward the door. "Go!"
to pull the bottle away. "No, I'm
not going. You're in no condition to
drive, Lt. Now get up and let's go."
Hannibal said forcibly. He reached out again for Face's arm.
"I'm not goin' Hanbul! I quit!"
Face slammed the bottle on the table.
"I'm a grown man. You can't
tell me what to do!" His eyes bore
Hannibal took a
deep breath. "Yes, you're a grown
man. But you're also drunk. Your judgment is impaired. Now come on.
Sleep it off, and we'll talk in the morning." He offered his hand to Face. "Please?"
"Chao would make me say 'Please.'"
Face spoke barely above a whisper, his eyes looking at the bottle, but not
seeing it. "He would put the gun to
my head and make me say 'Please.'"
sighed. "Look, Kid. You don't have to worry about Chao. He's going to
be put away for a long time for the things he did in the camps. You're safe now." He put his hand on Face's shoulder and gave
it a squeeze.
"I didn't wanna do it Hanbul. I tried to fight him." Face was fighting
tears now. He sunk lower into the
booth. He put his head back and looked
at the ceiling. "God, what did I do
to piss you off? Tell me!" he
yelled. In one swift motion, he reached
into his jacket pocket and pulled out a revolver and the cocked the gun.
out to Face. "Hey, Face, there's no
need for a gun. C'mon. Let's just get out of here okay? Give me the gun."
Face's grip tightened on the butt of the gun. "No.
It ends here. Now."
swallowed hard, never taking his eyes off Face.
"Face, talk to me. C'mon son, just put down the gun."
"I am NOT your son Hanbul!"
Face yelled. Then in a whisper, he
added, "I'm not an'body's son." He stared at the gun.
"That's not true, Face. You're my son. Maybe not by birth, but by heart. Don't you know that? From the first day you were on the team, I
knew you were special. I knew--"
Face snapped his head and turned to Hannibal. "That's what HE would say. Said I was special."
sighed. No matter what he said, Face was
relating it all to Chao, the sadistic bastard who had
tortured him in the camps. He decided to
try another tactic. "Face, you are
the son I always wanted. After our first mission, you know what Ray Brenner
told me?" He reached out to lift
Face's face toward his own, but Face flinched and scooted over in the
continued. "He told me that if he
didn't know better, he'd swear you were my kid.
He said it was obvious we were connected. I think he was right."
Face squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and then
opened them slowly. His hold on the gun
remained firm. "I just want the…
pain to end, Hanbul." He was having trouble staying focused.
"I know, Kid. I
reached for the whiskey bottle. Face let
him take it. Hannibal
poured a shot of whiskey and drank it.
He poured another one. "Here
Face. How about one for the road, huh?"
Face took the glass and downed the whiskey. "Juss..want
it…to end Hanbul." His grip on the gun began to relax. He squeezed eyes shut and opened them. "Room's spinnin'
He slumped against the booth, his eyes closed.
After Face passed out, Hannibal
reached and took the gun and put it in his own pocket. He didn't envy the hangover Face would have
in the morning, but at least that was something he could deal with. The pain inflicted by Chao…that
was a whole different matter. Hannibal
knew that Face relived the camps in his dreams.
Well, tonight there would be no dreams.
Hannibal would see to that. He pulled Face out of the booth, and hoisted
him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
"C'mon, son. Let's go home."