The Patio Door
Summary: This is set
after the episode Family Reunion in season 5.
watches Face and thinks about what a father should do and what a dad does.
Disclaimer: I don't
own them, Cannell does.
Warnings: Some mild
profanity, noncon m/m rape is mentioned briefly.
This is as close to angst as I can get, so please excuse me
as I go write something so fluffy it will gum up my computer, as always thanks
for any comments or suggestions.
Bancroft was the kids' father. Hannibal
stood by the patio door looking out as he puffed thoughtfully on his cigar and
watched his lieutenant. Face was sitting
outside in one of the patio chairs apparently absorbed in the Langley sunset. Yeah, right, Hannibal told himself sarcastically, the kid
always had a habit of watching sunsets in the cold.
He sighed knowing he would eventually have to do or say
something, but he was damned if he knew what. He could come up with plans but
when it came to talking, heart to heart type talking, well he sucked and he
knew it. Face was the one with the smooth words, the charm, the 'trust me, I'm
fine,' smile. But he wasn't, not this
had spent years learning the quirks of his mens' personalities. He could read the cry for help in Murdock's
brown eyes and hear the concerned tone to B. A.'s
growl, (the sergeant had a whole vocabulary of growls whose meanings he had
learned over the years) and it was easy for him to see that the kid was hurting bad.
He had discovered
long ago that when Face was hurt inside or out, he would clam up, withdraw into
himself and pretend that everything was fine.
often wondered if that was truly a defense mechanism on Faces part or just some
scam to exasperate the hell out of him.
He had lost track of the times when he thought the team was in the clear
only to realize he had a wounded lieutenant on his hands.
thought back to memories of his own dad.
He hadn't talked much, but had seemed to say all the important things at
the right time. He remembered a sort of
gruff affection. His dad had always
stood up for what he believed in and taught Hannibal not to give in when he was in the
right. No, he and his dad had not needed
to talk much; they both knew they were loved.
Looking at the forlorn figure outside, however, Hannibal knew his memories weren't going to
help his lieutenant.
felt a flare of anger within him, a dad was supposed to love and protect his
child. A dad was someone who taught you
how to think through life's problems, or if that didn't work fight through
them. You taught your boy to fight
smart, think outside the rules and regulations, to never give up and do
whatever it took to survive.
You helped your boy get through the rough spots or if need
be you held him through them. Hannibal thought grimly
back to the camps. He had held Face
after he had been humiliated, tortured and raped by the VC. He had told him it was going to be alright,
even though he hadn't seen how it could ever be right again; he had demanded,
cajoled and begged him to hold on till the plan came together.
He had done what he had thought was best for Face, for all
of them, he had made the hard choices.
It had been his idea to go over the wall at Fort Bragg
and God knows it wasn't supposed to end here at Langley with Stockwell
but when did his plans ever go quite the way he expected? He had taken care of them though, got them
through the first hard months of hiding and adjusting to life on the run, not
to mention finding Murdock and making sure he got the care he needed at that
A dad was supposed to be there when his boy needed him;
Bancroft had abandoned Face not once but twice because as far as Hannibal was concerned
death wasn't an excuse. A.J. Bancroft
just didn't deserve a man like Face to be his son, and the kid sure as hell
deserved better. He was smart, brave and
creative and Hannibal
was proud to call him a friend and his lieutenant.
He wanted to tell Face that he hadn't done anything wrong,
that none of this was his fault. He
wanted to say that any man would be proud to call Templeton Peck his son. He wanted to tell the kid he didn't give
himself enough credit. Bancroft had been a fool to have waited so long to try
to make peace with his children.
stood puffing on his cigar and thinking, he had no trouble going through the
front door when the situation called for it but this needed a bit of
finesse. He would wait and lay out his
strategy, make sure the words would come out right and his true feelings about
Bancroft wouldn't. Bancroft was Faces
father and Hannibal
would respect that but he didn't have to like it. He was about to turn away and go back into
the living room when he saw it.
He had been looking at Faces profile, watched as the kid
looked down, eyes closed. A trick of the
evening light revealed a single teardrop that slid down his cheek. Hannibal
saw that tear and completely forgot about strategy or getting the words
right. His kid was hurting and he slid
open the glass and went through the patio door to be with him.