Just the Way You Are
By Jes Parker
and Jullian Gray
Face tries to do something nice for Hannibal
and things go terribly wrong, leaving the team to deal with the aftermath.
Warning: Hey guys, it's us…but if you want it in word, here it goes,
slash, H/F, hurt, comfort, rape, language, violence, rape, I think I covered
them all but there could be more, so if you're not sure - DON'T READ!
Authors' Note: "Just The Way You Are"
and music by Billy Joel.
Our Muse Bite us on the ass today … this was
Just the Way You Are Y
Don't go changing, to try and please me
You never let me down before
Don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore
I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are
Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care
I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are.
I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you.
I said I love you and that's forever
And this I promise from the heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are.
Hannibal stopped. Right there in the middle of the street, he
just stopped. He probably would have
gotten run over by that bus too, hadn't the man beside him pulled him out of
the way in time.
"Hannibal have you lost your mind?" BA's
voice thundered beside him.
– wha- - " Hannibal
slowly turned his head.
You just stopped, nearly got your butt run over. What the heck were you thinking?"
"Guess I wasn't."
"You got that right sucker. You getting as bad as that crazy fool. Pretty soon you gonna be
locked up…" The rest of BA's thoughts drifted
off into nothing, although he kept talking, Hannibal had quit hearing. Instead, he was watching his lover talk to
another man. Cock his head slightly in
that sexy way that Hannibal
loved. Toss his head. Laugh.
Blue eyes twinkled. Lean body
"Wha?" Hannibal must have jumped a foot that time.
"Jeez man, pick your head up off of whatever cloud it's on,
and stop dreaming about whatever you dreamin about,
and try to focus on what it is we're supposed to be doin!"
Hannibal's voice was distant and distracted as he gazed at his
lover and the young attractive man he was touching. Not touching intimately, just touching; hand
lingering on the forearm, but he was still touching.
shook Hannibal's shoulder.
"Yes doing. You, me, shopping.
You dragged me down here on a Saturday afternoon, the busiest shopping
day of the friggin week to buy Faceman
a ring. REMEMBER?"
"Um … Oh Yeah."
are you staring at?" BA turned to follow Hannibal's eyes, but by this time, the two young men had parted
company, and all BA got was a look at Face as he moved down the street.
man, Hannibal! You don't think he saw us do you? I mean, I don't want to ruin the surprise or nuttin. Faceman's gonna be so
thrilled. Why didn't you say somethin?" BA
was staring at Hannibal
Hannibal shook himself to regain his
… well because I just … " Okay so his composure wasn't quite back yet.
actin like you's 18 again."
sure wish I looked 18 again," Hannibal
mumbled quietly, thinking about how young and good looking that man Face was
just talking to had been.
BA questioned, his expression confused.
"Nothing BA." Hannibal sighed deeply. "Come on, let's go find his
ring." He took a deep breath to try
and clear his fogged brain, and set his mind upon his task. Yes, this was going to be a great Valentines
Day. He couldn't wait to give Face the
ring, and ask the young man to be his, and only his, forever.
and BA had found the perfect ring.
Actually, BA had found it, and Hannibal
gasped when BA pointed it out. They both
smiled brightly. "That one!"
they exclaimed simultaneously.
storeowner smiled cheerfully. "He must be someone special."
"Yes, he is very special." Hannibal
smiled back as he turned the gold ring between his fingers, watching as the
light reflected off of it.
there now, in their firelit apartment, waiting for
his lover to show up, Hannibal
admired the ring again. He absolutely
could not wait until Valentine's Day to see the look on his lover's face. Lately, he got the feeling that Face didn't
feel appreciated. He hadn't meant to
make him feel that way. It was just with
the new movie he was shooting, and the cases they'd been taking lately, he
really hadn't had all that much time to, well … be together. And okay, so he hadn't been spoiling him as
he normally did. But he promised all
that was going to change, soon.
Hannibal took a
draw off of his cigar as he watched the glow of the fire dance in the
ring. He really did want Face to be his
forever. Maybe someday they'd exchange
rings and vows in a private little ceremony.
Not that it could ever be truly legal.
No, not in this Anal-retentive world. But to them, it would be. Hannibal
sighed and tucked the ring back into its box, and hid it so that even his
conniving little con artist couldn't find it … he hoped.
With the ring carefully tucked away, Hannibal moved outside to the balcony. He looked out over the city and noted the
flicker of lightening as it danced across the skyline. Going to be one hell of a storm, he
thought as a second flash followed the first.
was late, very late, when Hannibal
heard Face's key in the door. Hannibal had been
pacing. He had been worried, and now he
was pissed. No phone call, no, "Hey Hannibal, I'm gonna be late, I'm screwing some guy …",
where had that come from? No,
nothing. Hannibal growled as soon as Face stepped
through the door.
"Where have you been, Lieutenant?" his voice was low and threatening.
Face looked up in surprise. His tie was
loose around his neck, his shirt's top three buttons
were undone. His shirt was un-tucked from his pants, and he was soaking wet. His normally neat hair was dripping with
water. He looked … sexy as hell standing
there, which enraged Hannibal
all the more. Hannibal took a step closer when he smelled
it. Scotch. He looked at his lover's face. Face grinned up at him with that lopsided
grin that only Face could manage.
am not," Face argued.
"Did you drive in this condition?"
"I'm not drunk. Yeah, I had a few
drinks, but I'm not drunk," Face's voice rose slightly as he became
can stop trying to con me, Lieutenant, I can smell you
from here. Now answer me, did you drive
home in this condition?"
"Let me think about that and get back to you."
Face smiled as he leaned back against the wall.
Hannibal took a deep breath to try
and salvage what remaining patience he had left. "If I go downstairs and find that your
car is parked in the lot, I am going to kick your ass when I get back up
can try." Face's smile only widened as he stepped aside to let Hannibal pass.
Hannibal stared at the younger man for just a
minute in disbelief before he stormed out the door. He only made it three steps before he heard
the door slam shut.
help me." Face sighed as he slid down the wall leaving
a wet mark where he had leaned against it, his entire body trembling, and not
just from the wet clothes, and soaked skin.
He sat that way for a few minutes, gathering his thoughts. He could only come up with one solution, if Hannibal thought he was
drunk, then so be it, he could play the drunk, and if nothing else, the alcohol
would help to warm his insides.
himself up off the wall, he made his way over to the bar and poured himself
another drink; his hands trembled so bad he had to put the glass down twice to
keep from spilling it's contents.
a deep sigh, he pulled off his wet tie and threw it on the bar before making
his way over to the couch. He sank down
into its comfortable depths and waited for the shit
to hit the fan. He didn't have to wait
long before an enraged Colonel John Smith made his way back into their
the hell is your car, Lieutenant?" Hannibal
yelled, slamming the door behind him.
"What's with the Lieutenant stuff? What happened to baby? Tem? Love?" Face's
blue eyes were gazing at him.
"Hell, I think I'd settle for a good old fashion Peck." Face
said as he took a drink, which only made Hannibal
all the angrier.
Hannibal ignored him, his blue eyes
dancing dangerously. "Where is your
car? Where have you been? How the hell did you get home? And why in the
hell are you all wet?"
you want those answered in that order?" Face asked him, peering over the
rim of his glass as he took another swig.
another deep breath, willing patience he did not feel. "Let's start with your car, Face. You know, that
precious little thing you can't live without.
Where the hell is it?"
You mean it's not in the lot?"
Face managed to look completely shocked and upset. "Maybe someone stole it."
his eyes tightly, while his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose,
tightly. "Face, no one stole your
car. Not that I know of anyway. Now, where is it?"
don't know for sure," Face started.
"Somewhere between here," he emphasized,
"and there." He smiled as he
took another drink.
Lieutenant, stop with the games," Hannibal
snapped as he snatched the glass out of Face's hands before he could take
another drink. "Where the hell is your car!"
back." Face started to rise but Hannibal
easily pushed him back down.
growled. "Now, I'm going to ask you
again, where the hell is your car?"
I already told you, I don't remember!"
"Then how about we start with something a little easier. Where have you been?"
"I was at
pinched the bridge of his nose again, a headache exploding behind his
"Which bar, Face."
"Ummm Dorothy's – no um … Red slippers
… no, No place like home …
"Toto's?" Hannibal asked,
fingers still on the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, Toto's." Face smiled.
"Who were you with?"
"With? At Toto's?"
at Toto's; who were you with?"
lots of people, Hannibal. There was the
bartender, and the waitress's, and the–"
here Face. Who'd you go to the bar
"What's with the twenty questions all the sudden?" Face
come home late, drunk, and with your car missing, and
you don't think I have the right to know where the hell you've been?"
come home late all the damn time," Face snapped back. "I don't ask you where you've been. Hell, you've come home late every night for
the past month, and have I once demanded to know where you've been, or with
Hannibal felt his temper rising even
more. "You know where I've
been. I've been at the studio
"You know what, whatever Hannibal,"
Face interrupted. "You want to know
who I've been with. Tony. I was with Tony."
"Tony who?" Hannibal growled.
is Tony Mesino?"
a guy I know," Face responded airily.
"Young Italian guy? Dark hair? Little taller then you?
nodded. "Yeah, that's him. You spying on me
Face." Hannibal was growing impatient. Why the hell had Face been at the bar getting
drunk with this guy, and what the hell had happened between them? He tried to control his temper. "Face, I'm only gonna
ask you this once, so pay attention."
Face crossed his arms over his chest, he didn't like where this was going and
it was getting hard to think as the alcohol he had just consumed began to surge
through his blood and into his already fogged mind.
Hannyball," he managed to smile.
his eyes. "Did you and Tony have sex?"
grew wide, and for a split second Hannibal
caught a glimpse of something behind them that he couldn't quite put his finger
on, but as quick as it appeared, it was gone, and defensiveness took its place.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
Face tried to stand up again, but Hannibal
once again shoved him back down on the sofa, harder this time.
my question, Lieutenant!"
Face stammered, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, as he shook his head,
not believing that Hannibal
was asking him this. He had been loyal
to the Colonel since Viet Nam. He had been propositioned
thousands of times, but never once had he taken anyone up on his or her offer,
and the Colonel knew this. Yes, he had
been forcibly taken in the camps, but Hannibal
had assured him that that wasn't the same thing as sex, and thus he had never
cheated on Hannibal. He had given the Colonel everything,
including his heart, and he would never betray him. Not willingly.
anger consumed him. How could Hannibal question his
loyalty? After everything they had been
through together. "No, I didn't
sleep with him," he snarled.
"I don't appreciate you implying that I did, and I don't
appreciate you manhandling me."
Hannibal studied Face closely for a
long minute, he could see the anger in the blue-green eyes, and suddenly he
kid, where is your car?" he sighed as he tried to
relax and put Face at ease.
between here, and there," Face responded again airily, reaching up and
snagging the glass of Scotch out of Hannibal's
hand, and swigging it back in one gulp.
it, Lieutenant! Where is your car?"
put his head in his hands as everything grew fuzzy, but was relieved to have
numbed the pain of the evening. "I
don't know exactly," he murmured.
"Where did you see it last? Was
it the bar? Tony's?"
Face lifted his head, and cocked it, confused.
"Tony's? No, we didn't go to Tony's
bar. We went to Dorothy's … or the Tin
Man's … or –"
"Toto's!" Hannibal exclaimed,
"Yeah, that's it." Face shook
his head, trying to clear it.
so how did you get to Toto's?" Hannibal asked, trying to keep his voice
level, and as non-threatening as possible, even though he felt like strangling
his young lover.
"Um…" Face rubbed his head, contemplating, and then
looked up happily, the alcohol now fully coursing through his veins, hot and
thick as it slowed down his thinking even more, muddled his thoughts, and
thickened his speech. "I
Hannibal sighed. "In what?"
"A car," he replied like that were the dumbest question in the world.
"Whose car?" Hannibal
asked slowly, shaking his head, trying to keep his anger down, realizing that Face
was now utterly drunk out of his mind.
"Umm …. " Damn but he looked
cute when he did that, Hannibal
couldn't help but think. "My car."
you drove to Toto's.
Did you drive Tony to Toto's?"
Face started to giggle. "No"
"Is that a guess, or a for sure?"
that's the last place I saw him."
Hannibal sighed, his fingers
pinching the bridge of his nose again.
"Did you drive to Tony's drunk?"
"Ummm…" Face looked as though he didn't want to answer
"Lieutenant, did-you-drive-to-his-house-in-this-condition?" Hannibal demanded, annunciating every word.
DRUNK! DID YOU DRIVE
all but screamed at him.
Face shook his head frantically.
"No, I had a few drinks at the bar, but I wasn't drunk. I had a few more at his house-" he
stopped, realizing that he had said too much.
you went back to Tony's house; for drinks?" Hannibal snarled.
him off. "So where is your
cocked his head again, and then shrugged, he felt dizzy and the room was
beginning to spin. "I told you, I
don't know for sure."
it, Lieutenant, where did you go after Tony's??"
"Home," he said quietly, his eyes taking on that dark expression
"Home? Here? You came here? Straight here?"
wagged his head again. He looked like a
where is your car? And why the hell are you soaking wet?"
put on a pouty lip.
"That mean ol tree jumped out and squashed
Hannibal could not believe
this. First, his lover had been with
another man at a bar. Then he drove
drunk, and now he had smashed his car.
He tried to calm down, but he was failing miserably.
me get this straight, Lieutenant. You
got drunk, drove, smashed your car then what walked
home in the rain?"
didn't smash it, the tree smashed it."
drove the car into the tree, Face?"
"The tree jumped out in front of me."
"Tree's don't jump."
"Damnit Peck!" Hannibal was over the limit now. He was breathing heavily. "YOU KNOW BETTER!! YOU DO NOT DRIVE DRUNK UNDER ANY
CIRCUMSTANCES!! IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT
THEY ARE; YOU DO NOT DRIVE DRUNK. WE'VE
HAD THIS DISCUSSION. WE SHOULD NOT BE
HAVING IT AGAIN. WHAT IS WRONG WITH
I…" Face droned off, realizing he didn't have an argument, and that
suddenly all he wanted to do was get out of his wet clothes, lie down and
forget this night had ever happened.
something, Face!! You're a
fugitive. You are wanted by every branch
of the government that has ever been dreamed up. Your wanted poster is up in every post
office, police station, news station; you name it, all around the blasted
country. The last thing you need is to
draw attention to yourself, get yourself arrested, or smash your damn car
because you're too stupid to call a cab, or better yet, me!"
looked hurt. Hannibal didn't care, he plowed right
on. "But most of all YOU could have
KILLED someone tonight. How would that have made you feel? How would it have made you feel if you had
killed someone, Face?? Some innocent person?
A family, Face, you could have killed an entire family!!! DID YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT??"
I had to get…" came the whispered reply, but he
wasn't allowed to finish.
right, Face. You didn't think. You don't ever think!!" with that, Hannibal grabbed Face by
the front of his shirt and pulled him to
his feet. "Where is your car?"
he snapped as he pulled Face to look him straight in the eye.
don't remember," Face responded softly as he looked into his lover's angry
blue eyes, wondering if he could ever love him again.
Hannibal growled. "Where does Tony live?'
yourself up, and go to bed." Without
another word, Hannibal
shoved Face back toward the bedroom, and then he stormed out of the apartment
to fix his Lieutenant's mess.
back toward the apartment door, he didn't understand how this was his
fault. Hannibal was right, he shouldn't have drove home after drinking, but he hadn't been drunk when he
left Tony's house.
He had just needed to get away from Tony's
place… Face shuddered as he made his way into the bathroom. How could things have gone so wrong?
In the car, Hannibal
put in a call to BA. BA growled into the
phone as he picked it up.
had better be dead."
"Face is going to be when I get done with him."
sighed, his tone quieting. "What'd he do this time, Hannibal?"
"Drove home drunk; smashed his car.
I'm on my way to find it. I might
need your help, that is if the police haven't found it yet and
are on their way to our apartment to arrest his brain dead ass."
tell me where," BA replied, sitting up in bed and grabbing for his pants
as he made eye contact with his own lover, quietly peering at him in the dark.
"I don't know yet, I'm still looking.
peered out the window, "My God, a tree really did jump out in front of him," he muttered to himself.
BA asked, confusion clearly marking his words.
I'm somewhere around 2715 North George Rd. Nobody's around…
yet. It's a pretty deserted street, so
maybe we can get her out of here before someone notices."
"I'll be there in ten, Hannibal."
Hannibal got out of his car to look
over the damage. Apparently, a tree
really had fallen in front of the car.
were quite a bit outside of the city on a road that not a lot of people drove
down. Face's car was still in the middle
of the road, and the tree was lying half on the car, half off of it. Judging by the skid marks in the middle of
the road, it looked like Face had tried to swerve at the last minute to avoid
it, probably saving his life. Hannibal was surprised
that his Lieutenant hadn't been seriously hurt.
As he stood there, looking at the wrecked car, some of the anger started
to edge off, and he realized for the first time that he hadn't asked Face if he
was all right. Hannibal sighed. He was still mad that Face had done something
so stupid, but at the same time he was just glad that he was alive.
pulled up not long after and jumped out of the van. Murdock hopped out of the passenger side and
whistled lowly. "What does Facey look like?"
shrugged. "Soaking wet, but he
seemed to be fine. Although he was
really too drunk to get any details out of him."
"You mean you didn't ask him if he was okay?"
Brown eyes narrowed with worry.
was a bit angry over the whole driving drunk thing."
"Well, yeah Hannibal,
it was stupid and all, but you still ask if he's okay."
"I know, Murdock," Hannibal sighed,
"I was just … " Hannibal drifted off.
"Facey's sure going to be mad when he sees his
car. Mean ol' tree jumped right out in
front of him."
what he said," Hannibal
looked at his CO. "But you didn't
"Would you have?"
shook his head and laughed. "Probably not.
Face is an … interesting drunk.
Hannibal nodded, but tonight had been
different. Tonight, he had been angry
and defensive, not his normal happy drunk self, he thought to himself. "Yeah he is that, but he cannot drive
Murdock nodded. "I agree with
that. He made a mistake. You have ways of punishing him. He just loves all those extra workouts. But Hannibal,
remember, it was just that, a mistake. Just be happy he's still here for you to be
Hannibal nodded and gripped his
Captain's shoulder, thanks in his eyes.
They hooked the car to the car dolly BA had put behind the Van, and he
and Murdock headed for the warehouse to unload it.
climbed in his car, he paused, "Do you think you can fix it, BA?"
shook his head. "I don't know Hannibal,
it's a mess," he hesitated.
"But I can try."
smiled. "You do that," he
paused, "He loves that car," he added softly.
Hannibal crept into the bedroom he
shared with Face. Face was curled up on
his side in the center of the big bed.
He wasn't dressed in normal Face attire of silk pajamas. Instead, he wore an old pair of sweats and a
sweatshirt. For a long moment, Hannibal just watched him
sleep. And then, he bent down gently to
brush a blonde lock off of his forehead.
Face moaned slightly at the light touch. As Hannibal's fingers drifted over the delicate tanned skin, he frown as he felt the knot on his lover's forehead. Hannibal
reached for the small lamp beside the bed and turned the dim light on. Upon further inspection, he found a tender
looking bruise beneath the blonde hair along with several nasty looking scrapes
just above the hairline.
"I'm sorry Face," he breathed into
the night. "I should have noticed
clenched, his chest hitched, and he struggled with his internal emotions that
finding his lover injured brought. Hannibal
pondered what he should do next. Every
instinct screamed at him to wake his sleeping lover and check him for further
injury. However a part of him wanted to
let his sleeping lover lie. Finally
however, instinct won over, and Hannibal
set about to wake Face.
gently next to his lover, he carefully took Face's wrists in one hand, while he
shook Face's shoulder with the other and whispered his name.
come on, wake up," he whispered.
"Face," he said a little louder this time. Finally, Face groaned and blinked his eyes
Came the sleepy mutter.
"Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty."
time is it, Hannibal?"
"Late – early,
whichever you prefer."
sorrowful as he struggled to sit up with Hannibal's
help. Hannibal watched as Face climbed off the bed
and headed for their bathroom.
"To pee – and get dressed."
"Dressed? For what?"
punishment you're dishing out." Face didn't bother to turn around as he spoke, just rifled
through his drawer for his Army Fatigues.
Hannibal stood up and approached his lover. "Face, come back to bed."
Face stared at
him, confused. "What, no early
morning run or drills?"
"Now, I didn't say that. But
later, Face. Right now I want to look
you over, and then maybe talk if you feel up to it."
I feel up to it?"
Face repeated slowly. He cocked his head
as he took in his lover. "What'd they slip in your cigars? You're supposed to be yelling and screaming
at me, and then drag my ass out the door by my hair to do whatever half-cocked
idea you've come up with."
Hannibal stood watching his lover with an amused
smile quirking the corner of his lips.
earlier, now we can talk calmly."
seemed to consider this and finally just shrugged, wincing as he did so, and
then walked towards the bathroom. "After I pee,"
he mumbled, still not quite sure what Hannibal
Hannibal followed him into the bathroom. Face glanced at him out of the corner of his
sighed. "You gonna
not? It's not like I haven't seen it."
his eyes. "Whatever," he
mumbled, glad that Hannibal
wasn't yelling. He really wasn't up for
another round with the older man.
"What's up with the sweats?" Hannibal asked casually.
to shrug, but stopped himself this time with a small groan. "Comfortable."
Hannibal nodded slowly, confused, and not all
convinced. Something was up with the
younger man and he hadn't a clue what.
"And the silky joby's aren't?"
cold from being wet earlier." Face sighed as he turned to the sink to wash
his hands. Hannibal nodded accepting the answer.
"What's up with the shoulder?" Hannibal
met Face's eyes in the mirror.
He watched his
lover slip easily into an innocent expression.
He shook his head.
"No cons Face, strip."
heard me, take off your clothes."
some sort of sexual game? Cuz if it is, could we possibly postpone it 'til later, I'm kinda tired and
worn out, and – "
Hannibal interrupted him with a glare. "It's not sexual, and it's your own damn
fault you're worn out."
Face was too tired
to argue, and besides that, he didn't have much to argue about, unless he
wanted to tell Hannibal
the entire story, and that was something he really didn't want to do. So he relented with a heavy heart. He started with the easier task, taking his sweat
pants off. He then tried lifting his
sweatshirt over his head, but it wasn't working like he had planned. He tried to suppress the groan that rippled
through him, but part of it escaped anyway.
Hannibal's face paled significantly. I should have noticed, he thought to
Hannibal stepped closer to Face. "Stop, let me help," he
whispered. Face froze at the soft voice,
startled at the sincerity he heard coming from his lover. It'd been a long time since he'd heard that
tone from the other man. It felt
good. He looked up at Hannibal, just barely covering the startled
look he nearly let play in his eyes. No,
he didn't want sympathy. He had screwed
up. He should have kept his guard up; he
had let Tony into his personal space. If he had just been more careful…
"Face?" Hannibal thought he caught
a glimpse of something behind Face's eyes, but he couldn't be sure. As he watched Face's eyes clear and regard
him with a worried expression, he decided instead it was probably just
discomfort and sorrow over the mess he'd created.
Hannibal reached out and gently caressed his
lover's cheek, before carefully lifting the sweatshirt, gently pulling each arm
from the sleeves slowly and then carefully pulled it over his head. Face hissed in pain when his shoulder was
Hannibal frowned at his reaction, and then sighed
when he noticed Face was wearing a t-shirt under his sweatshirt. "T-shirt
"Please Hannibal, I'm still
cold." Face pleaded softly. He knew
if Hannibal saw
the entire extent of his injuries there would be hell to pay.
Hannibal looked his young lover up and down, his
frown growing. There was something Face was trying to hide, but was it worth
the fight at this time? "All right
kid," he relented. "You can
leave it on."
Hannibal moved forward and pulled Face's shirt up
to check his chest and stomach, and gasped when he saw the bruises already
forming on Face's abdomen, chest and shoulder.
Face, why didn't you say something?"
to shrug, old habit for him, but grimaced when the spike of pain coursed
through him. "Didn't
hurt too much at the time.
Besides, I didn't deserve your sympathy." God, he looked so miserable, Hannibal thought as he watched Face avert his
gaze to the floor.
Hannibal gripped his chin. "No matter what, you can always tell me
when you're hurt."
nodded, not really believing him. It
wasn't that he didn't trust Hannibal;
it was just that growing up the way he did, it wasn't always okay to tell
someone when he was hurt. Sometimes you
just dealt with it on your own, because you couldn't tell someone, or there was
no one to tell. And if there was, you
didn't deserve their sympathy; especially not when you did something as stupid
as he had tonight. No, there was no
forgiveness for such an error. He could
never forgive himself for such an error in judgment. How could he ask Hannibal to?
jerked out of his thoughts as a sharp pain traveled throughout his body. He wasn't able to stop the cry that broke
loose. He quickly bit the second one
back. The pain was a good reminder. If he had just paid more attention to what
had been going on around him, how Tony had been acting toward him, none of this
would have happened. He should have seen
the signs; he had seen those types of looks all his life.
Hannibal was looking worriedly at his Face's
chest, and didn't notice the looks being displayed for him on his lover's
face. He, as carefully and gently as
possible, began to run his hands over his lover's chest to feel for any broken
bones. He jumped slightly when Face
cried out sharply in pain. The cry was unabandoned, which was uncharacteristic of Face. Hannibal
quickly looked up, startled; he was taken back by the unguarded look in Face's
eyes. Face didn't normally leave his
emotions on display, or let out cries without trying to bite them back. Not awake anyhow. He wasn't surprised however when Face quickly
masked all those emotions, and clamped down on the next cry of pain.
without a word, Hannibal
went back to what he was doing.
Thankfully, no ribs seemed to be broken, just deeply bruised, which
would still hurt tremendously for a while, but at least they were in one
piece. His shoulder, his left one, so Hannibal was assuming
Face was thrown up against the door upon impact, was dislocated and deeply
shoulder's dislocated kid," Hannibal
said with a sigh.
Face nodded and bit his lower lip, as Hannibal
adjusted them both so that he could reset it.
again, not trusting his voice, and then Hannibal
pushed and pulled sharply on his shoulder, but it wouldn't give. Face groaned, and leaned against the
sink. "Ready?" Hannibal asked
again. He watched Face nod; his face
completely white, and jerked his shoulder again. He hadn't thought it was possible for his
lover's face to pale anymore, but he was wrong.
quickly caught him as he started to sink toward the floor. His shoulder remained stubbornly out of its
Hannibal pulled Face against his chest. "It's been out too long babe. The muscles are frozen up. We're gonna have
to try something else."
nodded against Hannibal's chest, and Hannibal
led him to the bed, where he laid Face down.
He then took a sheet, wrapped it around Face's shoulder as he had been
taught to do long ago during the war, and stood over Face. He met Face's eyes, and Face just nodded, and
yanked. The shoulder sank back into the
socket, as Face cried out in pain.
With relief, Hannibal sank down on the
bed next to his lover, who breathed heavily, his eyes closed, his face white,
and sweat dampening his hairline. Hannibal gently stroked
Face's forehead, his skin cool to the touch.
me?" he asked after a long moment after he had watched Face slowly control
his breathing. Face nodded. "I need to look the rest of you
"I'm fine, Hannibal,"
Face told him softly.
you're not," he returned, just as soft.
watched Face for another long minute before he looked Face's chest and stomach
over with a well-practiced eye. Face had
scratches and bruises littering his entire torso, making it look as though he'd
been in a fight, not a car accident, but nothing was broken or needed stitches. Finally, Hannibal checked out the bump on his head and
peered into each eye. The bump itself
wasn't all that bad; he'd probably whacked it on the steering wheel pretty
good, which led Hannibal
to his following conclusion. Hannibal let his eyes
roam up and down Face's body. Face
looked at him wearily, but decided he was too tired and too nauseous to ask
what he was doing. He knew Hannibal would tell him
soon anyway, or he would ignore him for three days; either way, Face decided he
wasn't going to win.
answer before he asked, but deciding he wanted to hear his Lieutenant's answer,
his second in command in the eye.
"Were you wearing your seatbelt?"
his eyes, but gave it a second thought and directed them back at his CO. Figuring he deserved as much punishment as Hannibal wanted to dish
out, possibly more, he lied, partially.
Face, you damn well do remember. You're
just too chicken shit to answer truthfully. I don't know why you try pulling this shit on me. You know
I'll only double or triple your punishment, so you might as well try your hand
at the truth," Hannibal
paused, his irritation growing once more.
"Oh, but I forgot, conmen
like you don't tell the truth, do they Face?"
"So I ask
you again, Face. Were you wearing your seatbelt?"
or no, Lieutenant?"
Hannibal's voice was rising.
Face did drift
his eyes away when he answered this time.
"No," he answered softly.
He hadn't had time; all he had been thinking was to get out of Tony's house…
Hannibal looked at his lover squarely, and then
simply stood up, stripped, and lay down on the bed, turning on his side away
from Face. "You'd better get some
sleep. You've earned yourself a workout
in about two hours."
still, and stared at the ceiling, unable to stop the tears that suddenly
brimmed his eyes, and slowly trickled down his cheeks. He turned his head slightly, and watched Hannibal's
back as it rose and fell sharply, and then slowed, until Hannibal was asleep.
sleep with the current of emotions flooding through him, Face pulled his
sweatpants back on, and then walked into the living room, where he carefully
sat himself down in front of the big glass window overlooking the city night.
He lowered his
head until his forehead rested gently against the window. The cool glass felt good against his aching
head. His mind raced, his body ached,
and his heart, his heart felt as though it were breaking. His mind drifted back several weeks and began
replaying. He saw Hannibal's love slowly fade away as time went on. His friendly touches that used to be ever so
frequent disappeared. His loving
gestures that made him feel like he sat on the top of the world, vanished,
leaving Face to feel as though he barely existed. The loving arms at night were no longer there
when he fell asleep, leaving Face to the point that he
could barely sleep. Instead, he lie
awake, waiting for the return of his lover, who would eventually stumble in at
all hours of the morning, and dive right into bed, asleep before his body ever
settled. Face's smile would fall, and
the tears sometimes threatened to escape, but Face came up with some new reason
each night. A new
reason for Hannibal's distant behavior.
He would remind himself that Hannibal
needed his sleep. Then, with worry
coursing through him, he found himself unable to fall asleep, and sat up
watching late night movies in the living room by himself
until dawn broke. He'd then make a big
breakfast for Hannibal, who normally only grabbed a slice of the toast, and a
glass of orange juice, and then was running out the door, telling Face that
he'd have breakfast on the set, without so much as a peck on the cheek.
As the weeks
passed, Face realized that maybe Hannibal was
just falling out of love with him, and after this stunt, Face realized he might
have just pushed Hannibal
away for good. The thought terrified
him. He realized that if Hannibal ever found out the truth about what really
happened tonight, that Hannibal
would never forgive him.
meant for it to happen. He'd tried to
stop it, but Tony wouldn't stop, and the drug in his system made sure he
couldn't fight, but worst of all, he had lied to Hannibal.
He'd had sex with Tony.
Whether he had wanted to or not.
At least Hannibal
hadn't seen his back, or noticed the marks Tony had made when he had shoved him
to the floor, and held him down...
As the sun
beat through the window, Hannibal
groaned and rolled over, sticking his head under the pillow. His mind, however, was drawn to his lover and
the remembrance of the events of the night before. With a sigh, Hannibal rolled over to find an empty spot
where his lover usually lay.
Kid must be
up already, Hannibal thought to himself,
wondering at the same time what sort of punishment he should come up with. This stunt was beyond all stunts. He put innocent people's lives at stake, and
went out with another man. He shook his
head, forcing that thought to the back of his mind. Or as far back as he could possibly shove it,
which pretty much left it remaining where it was, nagging away at him. Hannibal
had more then just exercise on his mind, but the extra pain from the exercise
on Face's already sore body should help remind him just how stupid his little
feet out of the bed, Hannibal
made his way to the bathroom, and as he relaxed in the shower, he came up with
a fitting punishment … or two.
walked into the living room, ready to yell at Face to get moving, when he
noticed the blonde asleep at the picture window, his head resting on the glass.
and at'um, Lieutenant," Hannibal barked as he slapped Face on the
back. He had expected Face to jump, but
he hadn't expected him to scream and collapse in a heap on the floor, pulling
as far away from Hannibal
as he could, tucking himself into the corner.
kid," he whispered. Hannibal
quickly moved to kneel at his lover's side. He reached over to touch the
younger man, but Face pulled out of his grip, and began to struggle. Hannibal
quickly grabbed both his wrists in his hands, holding them in his firm grip.
fight me, Peck," Hannibal
warned softly as he moved both of Face's wrists into one hand.
don't, it's my own fault. I was stupid; I deserve everything that happened last
night. If I hadn't been so stupid, I
would have seen it coming, I would have seen what he wanted, I would
continued to struggle, but Hannibal
moved so that he had the leverage he needed to keep Face from getting free.
Reaching up with his free hand, Hannibal
grabbed Face's jaw and forced him to look him in the eye.
don't fight me," he repeated once he was sure he had Face's full attention. Face slowly calmed down, and Hannibal relaxed
slightly. "Tem, you with me
Hannibal tilted his head, not
letting go. "Name
sighed, knowing the drill. If he woke up
and tried to fight, or kill, the team didn't let up until they knew he was
completely alert and not a danger to anyone.
"First Lieutenant Templeton Peck.
Sorry Hannibal. You startled me."
say. What the hell were you rambling on
Face shook his head.
"Nothing," he muttered.
"Just a dream."
nodded. "Well, let's get
moving. Punishment awaits."
Face, move!" Hannibal
commanded. "If you don't pick the
pace up, and you're going to do it six more times!"
Face sighed, but
picked up the pace on the obstacle course he was running. Murdock was standing next to Hannibal, chewing on the knuckle of his thumb
"He looks bad, Hannibal,
maybe this isn't such a good idea," he murmured to him.
"You want to go do it with him?" Hannibal demanded. Murdock sighed, and turned back to watch his
friend. BA glanced at his own lover out
of the corner of his eye, wondering how long he'd keep quiet for, and then turned
with his eyebrow raised, but didn't say anything.
the obstacle course, and leaned over, his hands on his knees, gasping for
Hannibal called out to him, "You've earned
yourself a five-mile run. Get moving, Lieutenant.
I expect you back here within the next 30 minutes."
again, but pushed himself into a run, and took off for their running course
deep in the woods. Murdock looked at Hannibal. "Come on, Colonel, he's had enough. He's hurtin."
"I'm glad you think so, you just got yourself five miles too. Better catch up. I expect you back when he is."
word, Murdock took off after his best friend.
looked at BA. "What about you, any
comments from you?"
BA shook his
head, but his eyes were hard. Hannibal sighed. "What?"
mah friend, or mah
This time when
sighed, it was long and drawn out. "Your friend, BA."
"What's the matter with you?
Why you pushin Faceman
like this when he's hurtin' so bad? I saw that car, Hannibal; he's lucky to be alive. He's obviously injured, so what gives?"
"He's just bruised. I looked him
over. Besides a dislocated shoulder that
I reset, and some glorious bruises, he's fine."
"He's hurtin', any fool can see that."
"Well if the pain teaches him something, then
it'll be worth it, won't it? He was
stupid, BA. He could have killed
and he could have killed himself. He
knows what he did was wrong. Faceman ain't stupid, Hannibal,
I know him just as well as you do, and if he was drivin'
drunk, he had a reason for it. Did you
ask him what it was?"
Hannibal opened his mouth to respond, but nothing
what I thought, Hannibal. Faceman had a
reason. You should have asked him, just
like you should have asked him if he was hurt before you left him alone." BA shook his head, his anger getting the
better of him. "You know, I wasn't gonna say anything, but you haven't treated him all that
great in the past few weeks. He's been
looking like a whipped puppy for weeks now, runnin'
around tryin' to please you, doing everything you
ask, without argument, which we both know is not something that comes easy for
him. He's been bendin'
over backwards to please you, and you haven't noticed. You've walked all over him, and barely said
anything to him that wasn't a direct order.
And now this?
I know how Faceman thinks. He's gonna think
you hate him."
Hannibal looked startled. "I haven't been that bad, have I?"
BA just raised
his eyebrows. Hannibal's shock seemed to grow.
don't hate him. I bought him that
ring. I want to marry him. I…" Hannibal stopped, unable to continue as the
past weeks began to circle through his mind like a movie, and it was then that
he saw what BA saw. He groaned and
suddenly looked as though he were going to be ill.
didn't you say something?" Hannibal
asked, his hand running through his silver hair.
you have listened? Besides, Murdock
did. You gave him an extra workout for
"Murdock's gonna kill me," he
ain't been too happy witchew. So, if you ain't unhappy with him, why you pushin' him so hard?
Normally, you would have found out what's gonna on in that blonde head of his, not treat him like a
sighed, looking at the ground. He kicked
his hiking boot against the dirt.
"He's been seeing some guy."
BA's eyes widened. "What?
You crazier then the crazyman."
Hannibal shook his head. "I'm not so sure BA. I saw Face with this guy the other day while
we were getting him the ring. Then, last
night, he was out with this guy again.
They got drunk together, BA."
ain't allowed to have no friends no more?"
stopped. "That's not what I
exactly what you said. Ya saw Face with some guy, he went out with him, you
automatically assume they havin' an affair. Faceman hasn't ever
cheated on you. He ain't gonna start now."
so sure BA," Hannibal
said with a sigh.
believe ya sayin'
that. You gonna
hurt Face real bad if he finds out you don't trust him. Face loves you. He puts up with your crap. He takes care of you. He bends over backwards for you, and now you goin' an accusing him of cheatin
on you? You best be real certain of what
you talkin' about before you go sayin'
somet'in you gonna
let you kick him. Face'll
let you hurt him; he loves you that much.
But, he won't ever be the same."
"I know BA. I don't know
what to do. What would you do if it was Murdock?"
"If what was?"
you saw Murdock with another guy."
think they was friends. Murdock wouldn't cheat on me."
"Cuz the crazy fool loves me."
you saw him with another man, you could tell the other man liked him, and you
couldn't help but wonder, what would you do?"
him I saw him with the other man, and ask him who it was. I'd tell him that the guy seemed to like him
an awful lot, and see what he has to say about it, but I wouldn't go accusin' him of nothin'. I ain't stupid. I trust Murdock. Murdock trusts me. Talk to Face.
Be honest with him."
he's always honest with me."
the important stuff he is. Face
protects himself. It's all he knows how
Hannibal sighed deeply and felt his jacket
pockets for a cigar, before checking his watch for the time.
talk to him," he told BA as he lit his cigar.
"Good. Cuz if you hurt
him, Ah'll kick your ass."
Hannibal just nodded.
gives?" Murdock asked as he caught up to Face. It was the first time he'd been alone with
Face since the accident.
Face shook his
"Cut the con, it ain't gonna work. You never drink-and-drive, why start
silent for a few minutes while they ran.
Murdock waited. Finally, Face
stopped running, and bent over, his hands on his knees as he gulped for
air. His entire body ached and hurt and
his head was spinning.
stood up, and ran his hands through his hair.
He stopped halfway through, and clenched his hair forcefully, pulling
his arms tightly against his head. He
stood like this for a long moment, and Murdock just watched him in
concern. Finally, Face sighed, dropped
his hands and started running again.
that car Hannibal
wanted?" Face asked out of the blue.
Avanti? Hell yeah, he about drooled over it the last
time we saw it."
trying to buy it for him for Valentine's Day."
Face nodded. "I tracked down the
owner through a connection at the DMV. Then, I called him up, but he didn't want to
sell it, and kept hanging up on me. But,
that car. I had to get it for him. I did another search, and came up with three
others not far from us, and started tracking them down. But, none of them were anywhere close to the
one that he fell in love with. The
bodies are junk. I don't want to buy something
we have to fix up for him; I wanted that car.
It's mint. So, finally, I went
to where the guy works, and talked to him.
I offered him an obscene amount of money. He folded.
He told me to meet him at Toto's to finalize
the paperwork. I did," Face stopped
running again, his face pale, and he gasped again for air, his hands on his
knees. Murdock rubbed his back.
really hurtin', aren't you, pal?"
"I'll be alright, Murdock," Face told him, avoiding the
his head. "So, you were at the
bar. Then what happened?" he
I must have drank too much. I didn't feel very good. I don't remember too much," Face
his head again. "You're not telling
me the whole story."
pulling himself back upright. "It's
close enough. Besides, it doesn't
matter. I was stupid. I thought I was more sober then I guess I
was. It was a stupid mistake."
that you make, Face. I know you better
wanted to go home, Murdock. The whole
thing was a bust. I didn't get the
car. I was pissed
off. It was just one thing after
nodded, not quite believing his friend, but let it drop for now. "So, he wouldn't sell?"
just say the price was a little high."
froze. "Face, he didn't…" he
stopped and swallowed, "he didn't want you in return, did he?"
pale face and hard eyes were answer enough.
Murdock groaned. "No wonder
you wanted out of there so fast.
just trying to do something nice for Hannibal. I knew how much he liked that car, and it
would have been so great to see his face."
Face sighed. "I don't think
he wants me anymore, Murdock," he admitted softly, his voice lost.
his head. "That's not true,
Face. He loves you. I know he does. Why, he dragged the big guy out with him the
other day to get you a Valentine's present, so I know he loves you, see,"
Murdock pointed out.
and turned his head slightly. "Really?"
Murdock assured him.
but he didn't answer. "Come on
Murdock, we better hurry, we're behind as it is."
"Forget the run, Face. We're going
back. You're hurting too bad. You could barely catch your breath as it was
on that last half mile."
"Hannibal's gonna be mad."
on me. I outrank you. Let's go."
When the pair
looked at his watch and frowned. "There's no way you two made it five miles already."
muttered under his breath.
inches from his CO, his eyes hard.
"I ordered him back. He's hurtin' too bad. You
sure he didn't bust his ribs, cuz he can barely
concerned. "They didn't feel
have an x-ray machine at the apartment I don't know about?" Murdock asked
Hannibal's look darkened, but BA stepped in and
took Murdock by the arm, and pulled him away from Hannibal,
but he looked pointedly at Hannibal.
"All right. Murdock, BA, you're dismissed. Remember, we meet the new clients
tomorrow night, so I expect you at our apartment this evening to discuss the
case. Face, we're going home," with
headed for his car. Face stood still for
a moment, part of him wanting to refuse, tired of Hannibal's attitude, and hurt by his lack of caring, but the other part
just wanted to lie down. He was so
tired. The tired half won.
stepped out of the shower, he was surprised to find Hannibal there, waiting with a warm towel. As
approached Face moved backwards till his back bumped the shower door.
reassured him as he wrapped the towel around Face's waist. A soft smile formed
on his lips. "I've realized a few
things. The first one being, I've been
an ass. I'm sorry doesn't begin to cut
it, but I figure it's a start anyway.
So, I'm sorry. Second, in case
you've misjudged my distant behavior beyond anything more then what it was,
which is my simple hard-headnesses, know that I love
you, and have never stopped.
frozen as a rush of emotions tore through him.
handed him a comfortable outfit that he had picked out for him. Face just stared at him, wide-eyed, and Hannibal smiled sadly,
realizing by the look of disbelief on his lover's face, just how badly he had
hurt him. Hannibal gently reached out and touched
Face's cheek, softly caressing it. Then
he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"We'll work it out," he whispered, and then he pulled away, and
turned toward the door.
sound good for lunch? And
too stunned by the abrupt change of events to speak. Hannibal
still, the clothes forgotten in his hands and stared at the door Hannibal had just left
through. Did he dare hope?
Hannibal watched Face pick at his sandwich. "You've got to eat more then that
kid. You're losing weight."
Face sighed, and took a small bite. Hannibal stirred his
soup, cooling it. "Who's this
Tony?" he asked trying to keep his voice casual, looking over at his
watched Face pale, but not answer.
Instead, he chose to take another bite, but chewing seemed to take a
great deal of effort, swallowing even more so.
started to wonder if Face really didn't have something to hide. "Face?"
Face sighed, and sat his sandwich down, and then wiped his face with his
napkin. "He's just a guy."
what kind a guy? A
acquaintance," Face said, picking up his milk.
"How'd you meet him?"
"What's with the twenty questions?" Face asked, almost
Hannibal looked taken aback. "I was just trying to take an interest
in your life, Face. Besides, what have
you got to hide?"
Face said a little too quickly, and Hannibal
raised his eyebrows.
"I saw you with him the other day. Downtown, near Sam and Jake's."
even further, and Hannibal
narrowed his eyes.
you want to tell me kid?"
Face shook his
head. "He's just a guy. I've only talked to him a couple times."
"So, you went
out to a bar with a guy you only talked to a couple of times, and then back to
his house?" Hannibal
asked suspiciously. "You know, the
guy looked awful interested in you. Like he wanted to be more then friends."
Face stood up abruptly from the table.
"What are you getting at Hannibal?"
watched him coolly, but his stomach was now in his throat. "Nothing. Why are you so defensive?"
"I'm not defensive. I just don't
know where you're going with this."
find it interesting that you went to the bar with a guy you barely know, and
got drunk with him, and then went to his house."
intend to get drunk with him," Face told him, his voice even and low.
else didn't you intend to happen, Face?
Sleep with him maybe? He give you all the attention that I wasn't?"
remaining bit of color washed out of the Lieutenant's face, and he looked as
though he were going to be ill, but he held his
ground. "Is that how little you
think of me? That I would willingly
cheat on you?" his voice was haunted, and his eyes betrayed as he locked
his gaze with Hannibal.
else am I supposed to believe? You're
being awfully cagey about this whole thing."
supposed to trust me."
You have to earn trust."
eyes widened in shock. "What is that supposed to mean?"
it out for yourself," Hannibal sneered, then calmly went back to
him with wide, disbelieving eyes for a moment longer, before he shook his head
slightly, turned on his heel, and left the apartment, clicking the door shut
quietly behind him.
Hannibal glanced up at the lack of an outburst,
figuring Face would have at least slammed the door. He watched the door for long moments, and
then glanced at Face's barely touched lunch, and then he sighed, the first
ounce of doubt making itself known.
go, John," he chastised himself.
"Way to go."
evening, the team was gathered around the living room of Face and Hannibal's apartment discussing their newest possible clients. Hannibal
looked at Face. "Alright, we just
need to run the last clearance check on them.
You and Murdock think you can handle that?"
not a flicker of emotion crossed his face or showed in his eyes. "No problem." He got to his feet, and headed for the door,
Murdock on his heels. When the two had
left, BA and Hannibal finished going over last minute details before BA raised
"How'd it go? Did you
talk to him?"
"Yeah, I talked to him."
quirked his head.
"And you realized you were being stupid, right?"
Hannibal shook his head. "No, just the
opposite. I realized I'm probably
right. He got all defensive over this
Tony guy, blew up at me, and left."
BA asked, surprised.
guarded about the whole thing, BA. Said
he barely knew this guy, only saw him a couple times, but yet they went to the
bar together, and Face got drunk with him?
It just doesn't make sense, he's hiding something."
"Hannibal, you didn't
accuse him of having an affair, did you?" BA asked,
a pit of fear in his stomach.
"Aww Hannibal, what'd you do?"
so maybe I did. But, damn it BA, he's
fool. Of course he's hiding
something. Murdock talked to Face. Tony's the owner of
that damn car you like so much. Face was
trying to buy it from him. For
you," he ground out. "But the
guy wanted a price higher then Face was willing to pay. He wanted Face. Face ditched him at that bar and left. Which is why he drove home."
"But-he didn't say anything."
"Why would he? He was trying to
make it a surprise for you. I cannot
believe you accused him of cheating on you."
Hannibal rubbed his face, ashamed of what he had
done; sick. He'd treated his lover so
unfairly, but then something BA said, clicked.
"Wait a minute, you said he left Tony at
"That's what crazyman said."
Hannibal shook his head. "Face said the last place he'd seen Tony
was at his home. That's what he told me
when I was trying to figure out where his car was." Hannibal
slapped his leg. "Damn it, see,
BA shook his
head. "Hannibal, I don't think he's lying about
this. Maybe he just got confused. He was drunk after all."
"That's how I found his car. I
drove toward Tony's house. Not the bar."
BA rubbed his
jaw. "Well, maybe he meant he went
to Tony's after they met at the bar. I don't know.
All I know is that you screwed this up big time. You need to fix it."
"I need to fix it? I'm not the one
lying about where I've been. With another man no less.
He wants to fix this, then he needs to come
BA closed his
eyes, hoping for patience that he didn't feel.
"You screwin' up Hannibal; but fine, do it your way."
you. I intend to."
The front door
opened thirty minutes later, and Murdock and Face reentered. Face dropped his jacket over the back of the
chair, and made his way tiredly into the living room, where BA and Hannibal
sat. Hannibal's eyes were icy and cold as they met his lover's.
"What?" Face asked resignedly.
dropped onto the couch next to BA. He
glanced at BA, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. BA shook his head.
"This is gonna get ugly," BA murmured to his lover. "Whatever happens, we don't leave."
his head in agreement, and turned his head to watch the fight that was about to
to go over your story about this Tony guy one more time with me?" Hannibal asked, his tone as icy as his eyes.
slid his gaze to Murdock, and then back to Hannibal.
me. Did you meet him at Toto's?"
Face nodded. "I told you
did you get back to his house?"
drove," Face responded, his jaw clenched.
"So why'd you tell Murdock you left the bar without him?"
his mouth to respond, but then closed it tightly, grinding his jaw. Hannibal
waited, his eyebrow raised while Face turned to look at Murdock, his eyes
narrowed. "Did I?" he asked.
exactly. You said you just wanted
to get out of there, I guess I assumed it was the bar."
turning back to Hannibal. "Any more
"Yeah, why'd you go back to his house? Why would you get so drunk with a guy you
Face threw his
hands in the air. "You know, I'm
done here Hannibal. You've made it loud and clear that you don't
trust me, and never have. I get
that. You want an admission, Hannibal? Is that what you're after? Fine, I let him fuck
me. Now, break up with me and get it the
Hannibal sat stunned. He wasn't expecting that to come out of
Face's mouth. Face just watched him, his
expression completely closed, his hands on his hips, waiting for a response.
Murdock and BA's mouths were open; they looked at each other, Hannibal, and then at
Hannibal seemed too stunned to even blink. Murdock shook his head, the first to find his
what are you doing?"
"Stay out of it Murdock," Face told him, his voice level and
controlled, his eyes never leaving Hannibal. "So, what's it
gonna be Colonel?"
Hannibal finally blinked, and then shook his
head. "Did you really have sex with
"I said I
did, didn't I?"
"No, no buts, you pushed this Hannibal. You were after something. You've had it all figured out for sometime
now. You assumed that I would willingly
go out and cheat on you. I admit it Hannibal, I let another
man fuck me. A
man I barely know. You were right all
along, weren't you John? I'm just
someone who can't be trusted. Sooner or
later, I'd need something more then you could give. It's what you've thought for years. So, now you get what you wanted. Me out of your life. Hell, I'll even do it for you. Face, I never want to see you again, you
lying bastard," with that, Face spun on his heel, and left the apartment,
pausing long enough to swing his jacket off the back of the chair and over his
shoulder on his way out.
The trio sat
hell just happened?" Murdock asked.
"What did you do?" He
turned his glare on Hannibal.
his head. "Me? He did it."
Colonel, he just let you believe that.
Damn you. Why did you push
him? You are such an idiot. You pushed him too far."
Hannibal was shaking his head. "I didn't do anything," he
didn't? Let's see, you've been ignoring
him, walking all over him, hurting him, and then you accuse him of cheating on
you. He's right, Hannibal, you've been waiting for him to
cheat on you since the two of you got together.
He told you what you wanted to hear.
Are you that stupid?" Murdock raged. BA put his hand on the small of Murdock's
back in a calming gesture, and slowly rubbed circles.
apparently I was right. He did cheat on
at BA. "Is he not hearing anything
BA shook his
head. "He hasn't been hearing anything
but his own nonsense since this whole thing started."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hannibal demanded.
means," BA responded,
"That I warned you not to push him. I told you to talk to him, not accuse him of
sleeping with this guy. I told you this once, and I'm gonna tell you
again, so listen real good. Faceman would not cheat on you. Has not, and will not."
not hear him?"
him Hannibal. I heard exactly what he
said. I also know him. Murdock's right. He told you exactly what you wanted to
saying I wanted to hear that he cheated on me?"
BA and Murdock
nodded, and Hannibal
it's what you expected him to do," Murdock told him. He shook his head, trying to think. "Man Hannibal, Face was trying to do something
nice for you. Something he knew you'd
love. But the guy turned the tables on
him, and decided that the obscene amount of money that Face offered wasn't
enough. He decided he wanted Face in
return. Face turned him down, which is why he…" Murdock drifted off, cocking his head in
thought. "Oh my God," he
groaned, his hand flying to his mouth, his eyes widening in shock.
BA and Hannibal questioned him simultaneously.
between them. "He said
'willingly'," he told them softly.
"He said, willingly cheat on you.
Oh God, Tony raped him."
moved. No one breathed. They all stood completely still, staring at
Murdock in shock.
sense now. That's why he's pushing you
away. He didn't want you to find
Hannibal shook his head. "But why?" he could scarcely
at him. "Because he was afraid
you'd leave. That you'd see it as a
betrayal, and leave; that's why he left first, so you couldn't hurt him."
would I think he betrayed me? I told him
over and over in the camps that he was not at fault. That he hadn't cheated on me."
his eyebrows. "You did
accuse him of betraying you," Murdock pointed out. "You've been distant, and hurtful, and
what else is he supposed to think? Damn
it, we have to find him before he does something stupid," he muttered,
heading for the door.
BA followed him, glaring at Hannibal. Hannibal
mutely walked behind them, his head a roar with emotion, his body heavy with
guilt. Deep down, he knew Murdock was
right, think, where would he go?" Hannibal
said around a cigar, which he hadn't lit, but was chewing on nervously.
beach," Murdock said softly.
"Let's just hope he isn't trying to drown himself."
Hannibal turned around in his seat to look at the
pilot, but didn't say anything. Murdock
just stared out the window, wringing his hat in his hands.