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By Jullian Gray
Summary: Face blows up and lets the team and his lover know how he feels before taking on a new client who is being stalked by an obsessive fan.
Warning: Slash, H/F, Sex, language, violence
Special thanks to Shee, and Jes
"No, no, no, no, no" Face shook his head as he backed away from his lover. "There is no way I'm going to do that, no."
"Come on Face you're a dead ringer for the guy."
"No." Face shook his head.
"Well there is one big difference." Murdock snickered as he looked at his best friend then at the photo the Colonel was holding. "One really big difference."
Face looked at the two men standing in front of him still not believing that they were discussing this as if they hadn't heard him. "What part of no don't you understand?" Face glared at them. "What exactly is confusing you the N or the O?"
"Come on man, it's not like it would be forever." BA started but Face cut him off.
"Don't you start; I've already told you guys that it's not going to happen."
"Face, think of the money, we're talking fifty thousand dollars for a simple case…."
"There is no such thing as a simple case when it comes to you Colonel." Face spat out. "And to be honest it's worth a whole hell of a lot more to me than fifty thousand."
"Now Face, you're being unreasonable."
"I'm being unreasonable, I'm being unreasonable; I don't see any of you volunteering to do this."
"Face, none of us look like you."
"Oh stop with the flattery Hannibal, I already sleep with you." Face growled as he walked over to the table. "And while you're at it wipe that shit eating grin off your face." He added as he sat down heavily.
"Come on kid; just think of all the girls." If he hadn't been trying to get Face to work with him Hannibal would have laughed at the look the younger man gave him.
"Yeah well I'm thinking of my dignity." Leaning back Face ran his hands through his hair.
"It'll grow back."
"It's not the style; I know it will grow back." Face leaned back so he could look at his lover standing behind him. "It's the color."
"Can't you just dye it back once the case is done?"
Face looked over at the photo of the rock star and shook his head, granted the guy looked like him. In fact they could almost be twins, except for one major difference, where Face's hair was tastefully cut and blonde, the other man's was cut so short it was spiked, however the most disturbing part for Face was the other man's hair was electric blue. "No Colonel, you can't go from blue, back to blonde." Face sighed as he continued to look at the photo, not bothering to look at his lover.
Over the years all the team had made sacrifices for a job, but it seemed to Face that he sacrificed more than the others. With a deep sigh Face looked up at his lover. "I don't know why you're still giving me that please do this for me look. You know damn well I don't have a choice in the matter."
"That's not true Face, you can say no."
"That's what I've been saying for the last twenty minutes!" Face yelled, when he noticed his lover's smile he shook his head. "When do we meet our client?"
"We start Friday."
"Start!" Face jumped up from his chair his blue-green eyes full of anger. "Start! You already accepted the case before asking me!"
"Come on Face, we knew you would take it." Murdock moved to put his arm around Face's shoulder but the younger man spun on him.
"You knew about this?"
"Well yeah," Murdock shrugged.
"What about you?" Face turned to glare at BA.
"Colonel talked to me the same time he talked to the fool."
"Well isn't that just nice." Face turned his angry gaze back to his lover. "So tell me Colonel, why the hell did you decide to include me now?"
"Face…" Hannibal started but the younger man was too upset.
"Hell, why didn't you just wait until I fell asleep, then cut and dye my hair. Then you wouldn't have had to go through all the trouble of asking me!"
"Or better yet why didn't you just wait until I had to go onstage then tell me, that way I wouldn't have any way to tell you no!" At this point Face was yelling at the top of his lungs, his handsome face flush with anger.
"Tem, that's enou…"
"Don't you Tem me Colonel; it's not going to work!" Face shook his head. "No sir, not this time, and let me tell you something else." Face turned to look at each of his team mates before he looked back at Hannibal. "This is the last time you will ever do this to me again."
"So you're going to do it this time?"
"No!" Face growled as he grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and stormed out of their house slamming the front door hard enough to shake the pictures on the wall.
"That went well." Murdock laughed softly earning
him a glare from
The first day Face was gone Hannibal didn't worry too much;
he knew his lover needed time to calm down and come to terms with what he
needed to do for their new case.
By noon the second day Face still hadn't shown up and
Hannibal was starting to get angry. He knew Face hated the idea of cutting his
hair and defiantly knew how the younger man felt about dying his blonde hair
blue, but the team had accepted the case and Face was just going to have to get
over it. By 1:00pm when Face still hadn't shown up
The third day Hannibal began to worry, he constantly called Face's cell phone and still the younger man wouldn't answer. He knew Face had a temper and he knew that when his lover was pissed off and felt he had been wronged he could hold a grudge like there was no tomorrow. But this was past Face's normal behavior and it was worrying him.
By the end of the fourth day Hannibal was out of his mind with worry, he had checked the local hospital, he had called his contacts with the police stations but there was nothing, not one trace of Templeton Peck could be found. At his wits end he picked up the phone to call BA and Murdock for the fifth time in the last three hours. He had just dialed the first two numbers when he heard a car pull up in the driveway.
Dropping the phone back in the cradle he rushed to the front
door. The knob was just starting to turn when he jerked it open, pulling an
exhausted looking Templeton Peck along with it.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I went for a drive, and the reason I didn't answer the phone is because I turned it off."
"You mean to tell me that you've been driving for the
last four days?"
'Leave it to him not to understand what I'm going through.' Face sighed as he pulled away from his partner. "Look, I just came here to get some clothes, and then I'll be out of your way."
"You're not getting anything until you tell me where the hell you've been." The Colonel demanded.
"I didn't go anywhere I just drove, and did a whole lot of thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
Face moved past
"The team, us…"
"I don't know how to say this without causing any hard
feelings so I'm not going to beat around the bush." Face opened the second
button on his shirt, taking a deep breath he continued. "I'm tired
"Now wait a minute Face, I never…"
"See that's the problem, you don't even know you're doing it. So let tell you how I've been seeing things." Face rubbed his eyes with his hands; they burned and itched from lack of sleep. "When BA's mother needed help what did you do?"
"We packed up and we left."
"When you were working on the movie near BA's ex-girl friend and she needed help; what did you do?"
"We helped them out."
"When Richter was kidnapped."
"Face, I don't see where…"
"Then there was BA's friend who was in prison," Face cut him off. "Or how about when Tawnia need us to find her fiancé" Face's voice was starting to rise as he spoke. "What about when we helped your buddy with his movie down in Mexico? How about all the stuff we did for Hulk Hogan, my God Hannibal the man had more money that we will see in years and you…"
Face stopped, he closed his eyes and took several slow deep
breaths getting his emotions under control. When he opened his eyes he seemed
to have his emotions tightly reined in but
"The point is, the one time I really needed the team, you all treated me like shit."
"Now hold on Lieutenant."
"No Colonel, you wait." Face countered, yet his voice held no strength. "I needed your help to find Leslie, and you and the team felt it was a big joke, you charged me for every little thing, you…" Face shook his head. "You have no problem helping out the world, but you can't help me. And now, now you don't even bother to include me on plans, plans I might add that involve me." Face ran his fingers through his hair. "What the hell am I to you anymore, just some type of comic relief? Do you guys sit around at night and see what you can do to get a rise out of me? To see how far you can push me before I snap?" Face's voice was breaking and he looked away. "Why the hell can't you guys show me any kind of respect?"
"Respect is something that is earned not given."
"And you mean to tell me that I haven't done enough to earn your respect!" Face glared at his Colonel. "You know what, to hell with this." The blonde jumped to his feet. "I'll call you."
"You're not going anywhere."
"Let go of me." Face tried to jerk out of the
Colonel's grip, but
"You're not going anywhere until we finish this conversation."
"We're more than finished with this conversation; in fact I'd say that our relationship is…"
"Don't say it Face!"
Face stared at his lover, then down at the fingers digging into his arm. "You're hurting me."
Hannibal noticed that Face's voice was going flat, devoid of
emotion, a sure sign that things were about to become violent if he didn't back
"Tem," Hannibal softly but Face didn't respond. "Look at me kid." Slowly Face turned to stare at him, but didn't say a word as the older man's piercing blue eyes studied him.
"Why don't you go get in bed and we'll talk more about this in the morning."
"I'm not going to bed; I'm going to a hotel…"
"I don't want you driving…"
"I've been driving for the past four damn days Colonel; I really don't see what difference twenty more minutes will make." Face protested hotly.
"You don't need to drive…."
"I'm not a child." Face jerked his arm back this time pulling free.
"I never said you were."
"Please kid, stay here tonight, we'll discuss this more after you've gotten a good night sleep."
Face ran his hands through his hair, and sighed. "Fine." Without another word he turned on his heels and headed down the hallway toward the master bedroom.
'No client is worth his.'
An hour later with his mind made up
"Damn." He cursed; he checked the master bath and
found it too was empty.
"Tomorrow kid, it all changes tomorrow."
Face woke around 7:00 the next morning; still tired and stiff from his time spent in the car. If he was honest with himself he really could have slept for the rest of the day. But as it was he hadn't planned on sleeping as late as he had. In fact he had planned to have his stuff packed and in a nice hotel somewhere by now. However it seemed that his exhausted body had other ideas. Slowly Face rolled out of bed; his limbs were slow to respond due to the stiffness that had settled in from the night before.
Taking a deep breath Face decided to get moving, he wasn't
looking forward to talking to
Opening the door he made his way
down the hall to the master bedroom, when he entered he noticed that their bed
had not been slept in. He began to worry if
'You're making a mistake stupid; he's the best thing you've ever had.' A little voice called out in the back of his head.
Face sat down heavily on the bed
as all his emotions hit him again. Yes,
"What the hell am I going to do?" Face whispered to the photo in his now shaking hands.
'You're going to suck it up and talk to him.' The little voice spoke up again.
"He won't listen." Face shook his head.
'How do you know if you don't try?'
"It's no use." Face sighed as he stood up. "He won't listen." He stuffed the photo into the duffel bag and made his way down the hallway. As he walked through the kitchen he noticed that a coffee cup was sitting by the coffee maker ready and waiting for him to fill when he got up. Sitting beside the coffee maker was the toaster, two slices of bread sticking up waiting for him to press the lever down. Turning to look over at the table he noticed that the morning paper was folded neatly to the finical section next to his plate.
'You know he does this for you every morning.' The little voice whispered. 'If he didn't care he wouldn't do it every single morning.'
Face looked at the table setting then steeled his resolve.
"It's nothing but a habit he can't break, just like those damn cigars." Face told the voice as he made his way through the kitchen, and out to the garage.
When he entered the garage he
came to a complete stop; his car was not in its normal spot, and the garage
door was standing wide open. He knew for a fact that
'He probably just moved it out of his way.' Face thought as he made his way toward the open garage door. As he got closer to the opening he saw the Vette sitting out in the driveway. The car's white exterior was gleaming in the morning sun; the Colonel kneeling by the right rear quarter panel rubbing off a thin coat of wax.
Sensing someone behind him Hannibal turned to look up at Face, he started to smile but it became a frown when he saw the duffle bag in the younger man's hand. As he eyed his lover he noticed that Face didn't look any better than he had when he had arrived. If anything the few hours of sleep he had gotten made him look worse.
"I didn't want to wake you up; so I thought I'd do something useful." Hannibal smiled as he rose.
"You don't have to clean my car." Face scowled.
"I know I don't have to,"
"I'm going to find a hotel, some place in town." Face looked into Hannibal's eyes then dropped his head. "I think it would be best if I left."
"What if I don't want you to leave?" Hannibal moved so that he was standing directly in front of the younger man.
"Colonel, I don't think you understand how I feel…" Face started but he didn't look up and the words just seemed to fall off.
'Still Colonel,' the older man noted. 'Not a good sign'
"You're wrong." Hannibal reached out and took Face's stubble covered chin in his hand; forcing his lover to look at him as his finger caressed the blonde's cheek. "I do understand, I've been a complete ass lately and I'm sorry."
"Look Colonel, a bunch of nice words aren't going to cut it this time, I can't…"
Leaning forward Hannibal took Face's hands in his own. "Face, you aren't a joke to us, you mean a lot to each and every one of us." Hannibal squeezed his lover's hands. "And you mean the world to me; and you're right we… I do take advantage of you; I guess I've just gotten so use to you doing what I ask…" Hannibal moved closer to Face, their chest almost touching. "I'm sorry kid; I never meant to hurt you." Letting go of his lover's hands Hannibal took the younger man's face in his hands again, his fingers brushing stubbed cheeks. "I love you Templeton."
"I love you too Colonel, but I can't take being treated like this anymore." Face tried to pull away but Hannibal wrapped one of his hands around the back of his neck preventing from moving. As he looked into his lover's eyes it hit Hannibal exactly what Face was saying to him. He realized right then and there that if he wasn't very careful he could lose the younger man forever.
"And you won't be." Hannibal gently brushed the hair back out of Face's eyes with one hand while squeezing the back of his neck with the other. "I promise you kid, no more. I'll consult you from now on."
"Colonel, I don't think it's going to be that easy to just …"
Hannibal pulled Face to him and hugged him tight to his body; he wrapped one hand around the younger man's waist while burrowing the other in the silky blonde hair, forcing his love's head to his shoulder. "Please Templeton, please don't say anything else." He begged into the younger man's ear. "Let me show you how much you mean to me, please. There is no client, no case that means more to me than you do."
"Just one chance Face, please that's all I'm asking for, just one chance to show you what you mean to me."
"Colonel, I …"
Face thought about what Hannibal was telling him, he wanted to believe him, the last four days had been pure hell. Face didn't want to leave the team, he didn't want to leave Hannibal, but he also knew he couldn't stay the way things were. He had gone back home with a heavy heart, knowing that Hannibal wouldn't understand what he was trying to tell him. But instead he was being held in his lover's arms, he was hearing a promise he never expected to hear.
Face pulled back and stared into his lover's blue eyes for a moment, and then nodded. "Alright John." He sighed.
"I feel beat." Face sighed as he allowed Hannibal to slip his arm around his waist; then give up his duffle bag as Hannibal reached over for it.
"Not really." Face rubbed his eyes. "More tired than anything."
Hannibal nodded, but he wasn't quite ready to give up on the subject, he had taken the trash out of Face's car and had a bad feeling that his lover hadn't eaten very much or very well for the last four days.
"Maybe when you get up?"
"Sure," a soft smile pulled at the corner of Face's mouth. "Just not a hamburger, I don't think I could eat another piece of fried meat."
Hannibal laughed as he guided
Face through the garage and into the house. As they entered the kitchen
"I'm not hungry." Face tried to stop walking, but Hannibal kept them moving forward.
"I know, kid." Hannibal could feel his lover starting to tense up, he knew Face hated to be ignored and if he wasn't careful the younger man would turn on his heels, grab his bag, and leave.
He quickly poured the juice into his coffee cup sitting on the table all the while keeping them moving toward the bedroom, as they walked down the hallway he handed the cup to Face.
"Just a few swallows to keep you from getting dehydrated."
Face looked at the juice in his hand then back at his lover, as he looked in the blue depths he could see the concern for him being reflected back. Without a word Face drank the contents of the cup, he wasn't surprised when Hannibal took it back from him, however he was shocked when the Colonel didn't even bother to look to see if he had finished it.
"Thanks." Face muttered as he allowed Hannibal to guide him toward their bedroom.
"Not a problem." Hannibal smiled as he steered them past the bed and into the master bath.
"How about a shower before bed to help you relax?"
"Sounds nice." Face nodded as they entered the bathroom.
"You know I can do this myself." Face sighed as the Colonel forced him to sit down on the closed toilet lid.
"I know you can."
Face thought about saying 'Why start now?' but decided
After adjusting to water to a good hot spray,
"I know what you thinking."
"Hannibal I didn't…"
Face let Hannibal's words sink in; he prayed that the older
man was telling him the truth. He loved
"I hope so John." He smiled as he kissed his lover back.
"I'll be back in a few minutes." Hannibal stated as he left the bathroom.
Face only nodded as he leaned his head against the tiled wall, suddenly to tired to do anything more than let the water stream over him.
Once Hannibal left the master bath he went to the phone and called BA's apartment, the big man picked up on the second ring.
"Tired, I've got him in the shower now, and then I'm putting him straight back to bed. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to call our client and tell them it's off."
"You mean we just going to give up a job like that. Man that's quite a bit of money?"
"Some things in life are worth more than money BA." Hannibal stated. "I'll call you tomorrow."
"Take care of him Hannibal." BA growled.
"Always." Hannibal smiled at the underlying threat in BA's statement.
Going back into the bathroom, Hannibal noticed that Face hadn't moved from his original position.
"Tem?" Hannibal opened the glass shower door; he was surprised to find that Face was asleep on his feet. Quickly taking off his shirt, pants and shoes Hannibal stepped into the shower behind Face. "Come on kid, wake up."
"Huh?" Face opened his eyes and turned to look at the man standing behind him. "You're boxers are getting wet."
"It doesn't matter." Hannibal smiled as he turned Face back around. Picking up shampoo he poured a small amount into his hands and began to lather Face's hair.
"I can do it." Face started to protest, but Hannibal cut him off.
"Shh, just be still and enjoy it."
To Hannibal's surprise Face only nodded. Hannibal was also shocked when Face not only allowed him to wash his hair, but his body was well, not once opening his mouth to complain.
After Face was cleaned and dried Hannibal dressed him in a clean pair of pajama bottoms and tucked into their bed.
"You need anything Kid?"
"No," Face answered as he tried to suppress a yawn. "I'm good."
Standing beside of the bed Hannibal leaned forward to kiss his lover. "If you need anything just let me know."
When Face only nodded Hannibal offered him a half smile.
"I'll see you when you wake up." Hannibal sighed, he had hoped that Face would allow him to stay with him while he slept, but the younger man had given him no indication that he wanted him there, maybe Face wasn't ready to forgive him; maybe he was just humoring him until he could leave.
Face looked up at his lover, he could see that something was bothering the older man, but he wasn't sure what it was. Then as he watched Hannibal drop his head in defeat he knew.
Reaching out Face gently took Hannibal's wrist in his hand, stopping him from leaving. "John, would you stay with me?" he swallowed hard, realizing that if the Colonel rejected him now he would be crushed.
"I'd love nothing better."
Hannibal quickly stripped out of his wet boxers before sliding into the bed
beside Face. As soon as he was settled on his back, Face turned to look at him.
A smile pulled at the corners of Hannibal's mouth, he stretched his arm out, an
open invitation for Face to move into his side. As Face began to slide over
"Love you Tem."
"Love you John." Face sighed as he drifted off to sleep.
When Face woke later that evening he was surprised to find himself still wrapped in his lover's embrace; Hannibal was never one to stay in bed for very long. As he shifted his body the Colonel's arms tightened around him.
"Where do you think you're going?" a sleep filled voice growled in his ear.
"I need to shave; this stuff
is driving me insane." Face complained as he scratched his new beard, then
a slow smile spread across his lips. "Or I could keep it; you know it
makes me look more distinguished." Face knew
"Where are you going kid?" He asked as he tightened his grip around Face's waist, keeping him moving.
"I'm going to go shave,
where do you think I'm going?" Face turned to look at
As he looked into the younger man's blue-green eyes he could only nod; praying that he hadn't ruined their relationship.
"No John," Face moved
to take Hannibal's face in his hands. "There is a difference between
having fun with me and making fun of me. I know the difference," Moving
forward Face kissed
"You're right kid I do, and I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you. It won't happen again, I promise."
"Please John, don't make promises you can't keep." Face sighed as he started to pull away from his lover.
"I know you want to believe that, but all I want from you is your word you'll try."
"That I can do, kid."
"Good, then I don't want to hear another word about it." Face gave
"Hannibal, would you please let me shave."
"You know I've never had sex
with an older man before."
"You're asking for it Colonel Smith."
"I'd agree with you except from where I'm sitting you appear to be on the losing end."
"You would be right except, I have what you want." Face moved his hips grinding his growing erection into Hannibal's.
"That you do."
"So when do we meet this client of yours?" Face asked as he stepped into the kitchen wearing a pair of running shorts, a towel wrapped around his bare shoulders. He had shaved off the growing beard and taken another long hot shower and was now starting to feel like his old self.
"I got a letter from Don today." Hannibal answered ignoring the younger man's question. When he looked up at Face he smiled as he noticed his lover's smooth clean- shaven face.
"That's nice." Face frowned slightly, he knew that Hannibal and their former lover Major Don Larkin had kept in contact with each other over the years, but it didn't mean that he had to like the other man. In fact he tolerated the major for Hannibal's sake and no other reason.
'Why the hell can't he just go away?' Face thought. Face had slept with the Major several times before he had been transferred to Hannibal's unit. He had known that the Major had another lover, but their sex had been nothing more than a causal romp in the hay. He hadn't though anything of it at the time. It wasn't until much later Face had found out that Hannibal had been Don's lover. Luckily for Face the two older men's relationship had fallen apart right before he was transferred, giving him and Hannibal the opportunity to connect with each other. However that still hadn't stopped the Major from trying to get back with him or Hannibal.
"Says he's going to be in LA for a few days, seems he has a client doing some promotional work in the area."
"Hmm." Face turned his back to
"He wants to try and meet up with us while he's here."
"Great." Face sighed as
he took a drink, his back still turned so
"What do you say kid, feel like meeting him for a few hours, maybe go out to dinner?"
Face put on one of his best con man smiles before he turned back around. "Sure."
When he noticed that
Hannibal studied Face for a few minutes, he knew that Face and Don hadn't always seen eye to eye when they were stationed together on the base but he didn't think that Face harbored any ill feelings toward the other man. He knew Face couldn't be jealous; he had made it clear to Face a long time ago that there was no one else but him. He glanced back down at the letter, maybe he was just reading too much into Face's expressions. "He's still a promoter, has a few big clients across the country."
Face nodded as he walked over to
sit down across from
"So when do we meet this client of yours?"
"I thought you said that you already accepted?" Face asked as he took another drink.
"I did but that doesn't mean that I can't give the money back and tell them to find somebody else."
Face didn't say anything for a few minutes he just looked down at his coffee cup. "No, we need to take the case."
"Why the change of heart?"
"Because we always keep our
word." Face said as he glanced over at
"Not to mention we need the money." Face mumbled into his coffee cup.
"Excuse me; I don't think I heard you right."
Face looked up from his coffee. "We're not in the best financial shape right now."
"What do you mean we're broke?"
"No, no," Face shook his head. "We're not broke, but our savings is lower than I'd like it to be. We need to get some cash flow going pretty soon." Reaching up Face ran his fingers through his hair then sighed heavily before looking back down at his coffee. "Hell it's not like it won't grow back."
Reaching across the table Hannibal squeezed his lover's hand. "I'll call them and set up an appointment tomorrow."
Face nodded still not bothering to look up at his Colonel.
"About damn time you guys
got here! You're over two hours late."
Cody Burk, aka the Blue Diamond yelled at
"We can turn right back
around and leave if you'd like."
"No," The rock quickly jumps to his feet and ran over to the Colonel. "Maybe I over reacted, lets sit down and talk about this."
"Hang on guys."
As the men sat down across from
The other man did look a lot like Face in his
photos but seeing the two men side by side and close up there was no comparison.
It was obvious that Burk used makeup to cover the small pot marks that covered
his cheeks while Face's complexion was smooth and flawless. As he studied the
other man even closer noted that the rock star was also older than his lover or
"I've filled my team in on your problem, but why don't you tell them in your own words."
Cody nodded, his fingers drumming on the table as he fidgeted in his seat. "I've been getting a lot of strange letters."
"Strange how?" Face asked.
The rock star ran his fingers through his spiked blue hair, before returning to drumming his fingers on the table, his knees bouncing up and down. "Well as you can imagine I have some pretty wild fans, and I get some pretty weird fan mail, but these are different; they make me nervous."
"Do you have any of them?" Murdock asked looking at Face and then Cody.
"Yeah, hang on a second." The blue haired rocker got up and went to his bedroom.
"You know Face I have to say when you two sit side by side you've got him whipped on looks."
"Drugs will do that to you." Face stated as he looked back toward the bedroom, where the other man had gone.
"How can you tell he's doing drugs?" BA growled.
"He can't sit still."
Face turned to look over at
"Give me some credit kid."
"You sure it's not paranoia from the cocaine?"
"Face, I'm telling you that…"
"These are the ones I got last week, and these are the ones that have arrived since I last talked to you Colonel Smith."
"There's some pretty hard core stuff in this." Face handed the letters to Murdock. "Hell I can't tell if this person wants to be your father, kill you, or make you their sex slave. Have they tried to contact you in any way?"
"That's just it; all these letters came directly to the hotel I was staying at. None of them went to my fan mail address, and every one of them is post marked from the same town I was staying. Who ever this is they know exactly where I'm going to be, and where I'm staying."
"So then they have to be somebody on the inside." Murdock stated as he handed the letters to BA.
"Or they know somebody that
works for you."
"Very big possibility,
"Just me and my manager, he's the one who suggested that I find you guys."
"Who and where is he?"
"He's flying in from
"What's his name so we can check him out."
"No, no problem at all."
Face smiled, though
"Good then I guess we start tonight."
"Great." Cody bounced out of his seat. "I'll get my stylist in here so we can cut your hair." The star smiled over at Face who rolled his eyes.
been a change of plans when it comes to your hair."
Reaching into his leather jacket Murdock pulled out a blonde wig and tossed it to the star.
"You can't expect me to wear this!" Cody looked appalled as he turned the wig over in his hands.
"Either you wear it or hire
yourself some more body guards."
"But, but my fans what will they say." The star sputtered.
"Tell them you're bringing
the GQ look into rock and roll."
"So what's your plan Smith? Cody asked as he looked at each member of the team.
"It real easy,"
"What do you think?" Face asked as he came out of the hotel bedroom wearing one of the Cody's outfits.
Face was wearing a pair of very tight, low cut hip hugger leather pants that stopped just before it revealed pubic hair. The pants clung to his body showing every curve and well toned muscle, and left very little to the imagination. The black silk shirt he wore stopped just under his navel, and looked as though it had been painted on. However the thing that caught Hannibal's attention was the sparkling blue jewel that was in his lover's navel.
"I would say nice, but I don't
think that would even begin to cover it."
Stepping back just a half step,
When Face realized that
"No John, it's just held in place with spirit gum." A small laugh escaped the perfect lips. "If you think I bitched about my hair, you'd have never heard the end about me getting my navel pierced."
"Guess you're right."
When the two broke apart,
"So what's all this?" Face asked as he picked up one of the sheets.
"This is Cody's
schedule for his stay in
"Already ahead of you Colonel." Face smiled. "I picked up all the music magazines I could find and I also got copies of all his records."
Face raised his hand to Hannibal's lips. "Shhh, I know I'm the bait in this and I know that the Army did a thorough background check on this guy and they know he's not me. Which means that you guys can't be seen anywhere near me or it will arouse suspicions, I understand that."
"You know I won't be far
from you, you may not see me but I'll be there, you won't be alone out here."
"I know you aren't John." Face leaned over to nuzzle his neck. "I trust you." Leaning farther forward Face began to unbutton the Colonel's shirt kissing as he went. "But before you leave let me point out that we are alone in a luxury suite, with a huge king size bed in it."
Face rubbed his burning eyes as he put down the article he had been reading on Cody. For the last two days he had done nothing but research, listening to the rock star's music and reading articles and story on the other man's life. He was now sure that he could copy the other man's actions without having to think about it. Deciding that he'd had enough for one night Face headed for bed. He had only been asleep for a few hours when a voice woke him.
"Damn, you look too sexy Lieutenant?" Major Don Larkin stated as he smiled down at Face.
Face frowned as he looked over at the former Army Major. "You couldn't have waited until I got up?" Face growled as he pulled the blanket up so it covered his waist.
"Such modesty." Don laughed. "You know it's not like I haven't seen what you have before."
"Yeah well I hope you have a great memory, because nothing I have belongs to you. Which means you'll never be seeing it again."
"I guess the Colonel beat me out there didn't he?"
"You know as well as I do that we were just a quick romp, there was never anything between us."
"True," Don moved toward Face, "How about another go for old time sake."
"Unlike you Major, I don't
plan on throwing my relationship with
"You're loss." Don shrugged as went through the bedroom door.
"I don't think so." Face growled as he rolled over, though he knew he would never get back to sleep. Face tossed and turned for a few more minutes before he threw off the blankets and grabbed his robe. Sighing deeply he took a deep calming breath before he went out into the main part of the suite.
"Ah, I see that you just couldn't stand to be without me." Don smiled as he poured himself a drink. "Want a drink?"
"No, I want to know why you are in my suite." Face moved past the bar to the small mini-fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, leaning against the counter Face continued to look at Don waiting for his answer.
"Because I am Blue Diamond's manager, and where Blue goes, I go. I thought you did your homework on your clients?"
"You don't worry about how I do my job," Face frowned at the other man. "I know your client better than you do."
"Well I'm glad to hear that Lieutenant," Don threw a stack of papers on the bar that Face was leaning against. "Because here is Blue's agenda for the next week."
"What was it that you gave Hannibal?" Face's frown grew as he picked up the stack of papers and began to flip through them. "These are completely different."
"Change of plans, and I sent the Colonel a new copy this morning."
"And just when do I get the chance to go to the bathroom?" Face glared at the other man as he noticed how may appearance he had to make each day.
"Can't handle it Lieutenant?"
"Hmm," Face rolled his eyes as he continued to look over the schedule. "So this starts in the morning?"
"We need to be at the radio station at 0500 to meet with the DJ's before the show, at 12 noon we head to the TV station for a press conference, after that we head to the clubs to help with the album's promotion."
Face flipped the next page over and noticed that the next day started at 3:00 am. He continued to go through the pages and realized that if he was lucky he might be able to get two or three hours sleep a night. "Cody, keeps this schedule?"
"Sure did, that boy was a real trooper."
"Of course I'm sure the drugs you are giving him help." Face took a drink out of his bottled water, as he watched the other man's reaction.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Don put on his most innocent expression.
"Oh come off of it, when we meet him the other day he was wired."
"The boy is just high on life."
"Life my ass," Face growled as he moved passed the other man heading back toward the bedroom. "He's hooked on something."
"And you're accusing me of getting him addicted? Why would I possibly put my client in harms way."
"Because you are a leach Don," Face glared at the other man. "You will suck that boy dry and leave him to go on to the next one."
"I'm surprised that you think so little of me." Don chuckled, "You don't seem to mind my company when the Colonel is around."
"I'd do anything to keep
Don laughed when he heard the tumblers click in the lock.
"You doing alright in there?"
"Yeah." Cody answered just before he started to gag again.
"You need anything?"
"A hit would be nice." Cody opened the door to look at
"How about a cup of coffee?"
"That's the best I'm going to get isn't it?"
"What the hell." Cody smiled back as he headed toward the kitchen.
Face rubbed his eyes as he tried to focus on the people talking around him. God, he was so tired, it seemed like it had been weeks since he'd had a decent night's sleep. Shaking his head he tried to focus on Don as he made yet another appointment for him in the morning at another radio station.
Face plastered a fake smile on his lips as another dancer sat in his lap and rubbed against him. He held a flute of champagne to her lips and allowed her to drink from his glass as she ran her hands up and down his leather clad chest.
"I love your music so much Blue." She purred in to his ear. "And I'd do anything to be in your next video." She nibbled at his ear. "And I do mean anything." Her hands moved to his crotch and squeezed his member through the pants.
"I'm sure you would." Face smiled as he pulled her hands from his body. "Why don't you talk to my chorographer?"
"Thank you Blue." She smiled as he hugged him.
"Why don't you give the girl what she wants?" Don laughed as he watched Face pry the girl off of his lap.
"Because I don't want what she has to offer." Face hissed before he got up.
"Where're you going Blue?" Don asked, making sure that Face knew he was supposed to stay in character.
"I need to take a leak." Face smiled back at him.
Once he was in the bathroom Face went into a stall, closed and locked the door behind him before sitting down on the toilet. Talking a deep breath Face closed his eyes and leaned his head against the side of the stall. He was so tired all he wanted to do was go home and curl up next to Hannibal and sleep for the next month. He couldn't remember when he had ever felt this run down by a case before.
After a few minutes of sitting quietly Face actually began to drift off to sleep when the he heard two people enter the bathroom and go into the stall next to him. A few seconds later the sound of sex coming from the stall made him get up and leave the bathroom.
"I can't believe that you
guys don't have any leads, you know I have a live concert coming up in a few
stopped in front of
"Yes, I am more than aware
that you have a concert coming up. And
yes we are professionals we do this for a living."
"Why would someone do that?" Cody paced up and down the room before stopping again. "I pay my people well, why would any of them want to send these kinds of threats to me?"
"But Don is the only one that knows about the letters."
"And you're sure of that?"
"Yeah I'm sure, he told me that I couldn't tell anyone about them or they might disrupt my tour."
"Can I ask you something?"
Murdock asked from his seat on the arm of BA's chair.
"Sure, I guess." Cody turned to look at Murdock.
"When did you become addicted to the drugs?"
Cody continued to stare at the pilot for a moment before he answered. "To be honest I couldn't tell you. I remember being run down and tired to the point that I couldn't function any more, then the next day I had all the energy in the world."
"You don't remember taking
"No, I mean I was drinking pretty heavily at the time, but I never took any pills or shot up." Cody looked at him. "Like I said one day I was exhausted and the next I was ready to go. Later on I did start buying them from a member of my staff."
"Who was with you when you suddenly came back to life?"
"My normal staff, a couple of body guards, a groupie or two, and Don." Cody shrugged.
do you have a copy of your new schedule?"
"Can you get it for me please?"
Cody nodded as he went into the bedroom to get a copy of the schedule.
"I think I'm going to go
check on Face."
"You don't think Don has something to do with this do you?" Murdock asked. "I mean you two are really close friends aren't you?"
"We've stayed friends over
"I don't like where this is
"Neither do I; and I'll feel
a whole lot better when I see Face."
"Hey!" The rock star
started to protest, but
"You listen to what they tell you to do, no arguing!" He pointed his finger at the other man. Though there was a considerable difference in Face and Cody, he could still see his enough of his lover in the other man to feel that he was talking to Face. And he knew exactly how difficult Face could be when he was told he couldn't do something he wanted.
"Sure whatever." Cody flopped down on the couch.
"You think Face is in danger?" Murdock turned to look at BA.
"He was in danger the second
"Where are you going?" Murdock called out as he watched BA open the door.
"Going to work on the vette, I can't just sit here."
Murdock only nodded as he watched BA leave, he knew that they were all worried about Face, they always did. Even though Face was a grown man he was still the youngest, and they would always feel that he needed a little extra looking after.
"So how do you feel about Woody Woodpecker?" Murdock grinned turned his attention back to Cody.
Face groaned when Don banged on the bedroom door. "Rise and shine, the limo will be here in an hour."
Face sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, he hung his head down as he rubbed his eyes trying to get them to focus. Glancing over at the alarm Face noticed that he had only been in the bed for an hour; one hour's sleep and now he was facing another twenty hour day.
Staggering into the bathroom, Face stepped into the shower and stood under the lukewarm spray, he wanted to take a hot shower so bad, but he knew if he did he would fall back asleep. A few minutes later Face came out of the bedroom dressed in a pair of leather pants and a blue skin tight t-shirt, the blue gem once again shining from his exposed navel.
"Looking good as always." Don smiled as he handed Face a cup of coffee.
Face offered a faint smile as he took a drink. "No letters from our stalker?"
"Not in today's mail, but then again I would have thought you would welcome the break after the three from yesterday."
Face gave an involuntary shudder as he remembered the letters and what the other person had said they wanted to do in them. "I'm starting wonder about this person; they have to be on the inside."
"And why is that?" Don asked as he swirled his own coffee around in his cup.
"I …" Face closed his eyes for a second as the world around him started to swim, after a second his vision cleared and he continued. "I can't put my finger on it but something doesn't feel right, all the letters keep coming from the city that Cody is touring in, and they..." Face stopped to rub his head as he tried to think, he knew what he wanted to say, but he just couldn't get the words out. "It seems that they have a kind of personal note to them…I…I…" Face stuttered again.
"You alright Peck?" Don asked as he looked over at the younger man.
"Yeah, just having trouble getting my thoughts in order." Face shook his head to clear his foggy mind. "These late nights are catching up with me I guess."
"Yeah, I'd say you're worn down," Don smiled. "Tell you what, we'll make this one appearance at the radio station and call it a day."
"No," Face closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I can make it through the rest of the appointments."
"You are one hell of a soldier," Don smiled as he looked over at Face. "But you're pushing yourself too hard."
"It's Cody's schedule right." Face studied Don closely.
"Yes it is, but," Don stopped talking as he looked away.
"But what?" Face frowned.
Don took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he spoke. "Cody has help."
"Help," Face shook his head. "Help, how?"
"I shouldn't be telling you this, it's his problem."
"And his problem is now my problem," Face's voice began to rise.
"Alright, you're right," Don raised up his hands in a sign of surrender. "He's been addicted to speed for several years now."
"I knew it." Face
slammed his hand on the table. "I told
"Yeah it's getting pretty noticeable now, when I first noticed it he told me that it was nothing more than some caffeine pills to help him keep up, but I should have known he was lying to me. I think by the time I learned about his problem he was up to cocaine."
The two men were silent for several minutes before Face spoke again.
"So what are you doing to get him off of it?"
"Not much I can do," Don sighed as he leaned back into his chair. "I've checked him into a few clinics, over the past few years. He'll stay sober for a few months then the next thing I know he's hooked again. The pisser is I don't even know where he is getting the crap."
"I swear!" Don raised his hands when Face shot him a disbelieving look. "It's like he goes to bed clean one night and wakes up addicted the next."
"Then someone has to getting it to him, another staff member, security? How well do you know his staff? "
"I don't know who he's getting it from, but he's getting it somehow." Don stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down. "Most of the guys have been with him since his last tour, Jerry is fairly new, he came on at the start of this tour. Bill came on at the start of this tour, same as Doug, but I have to say all of them are pretty dedicated to him."
Face nodded and went back his earlier thought about Cody's drug use. "But what I don't understand is why hasn't anyone asked me if I need any?" Face rubbed his temple again as he felt a headache began to build. "I mean I'm still getting the threats so they have to think I'm …" Again Face stopped as pain lanced across his forehead.
Don looked over at the younger man when he stopped talking. "You alright?"
"Yeah." Face nodded as he continued to rub his temple.
"Maybe Cody goes to them; he has to know who his connection is." Don got back up and moved to stand beside Face. "Why don't you go back to bed Lieutenant, I'll cancel the bookings for today."
"No," Face looked up at Don. "We have to keep up the charade, besides isn't there an appearance for a charity tonight?"
"Yeah there is," Don sat back down beside Face. "And I need to talk to you about that."
Hearing the change in the other man's voice Face turned so he could study him closer. "What about it?"
"It's not just an appearance, Cody is supposed to perform."
"Perform?" Face stared at the other man in complete disbelief. "You can't be serious, I can act like Cody, but I can't sing like him!"
"That's just it you wouldn't really be singing." Don smiled, "All the stars lip-sync, no one plays live for charity events." When Face gave him a questioning look Don shrugged. "This is for a television special, so to make sure that the performers don't decide to make a "political statement" all the acts are lip-synced. There is still going to be a live audience, but if a singer decides to do something other than their song it makes them look like a fool."
"What about if the tape skips or gets stuck?" Face asked as he remembered a pair of singers who had the misfortune of having their audience find out that they weren't getting what they paid for at a live concert.
"Everything will be digital, no tapes."
"Somehow that doesn't make me feel much better." Face gave a short laugh.
"That's why I think we should cancel." Don replied.
"But wouldn't it hurt Cody's reputation?"
"It could," Don shrugged, "But if a star is sick, then a star is sick, they can't hold it against him."
"Who are you trying to kid?" Face laughed again though this time it had a little more warmth in it.
"Alright, you got me." Don chuckled. "But seriously Peck, if you need to take the night off tell me." Don leaned forward to rest his hand on Face's forearm. "If something happens to you Johnny will have my ass."
"I don't think you have anything to worry about." Face laughed as he pulled back away from the other man's touch, he knew that Hannibal still cared a lot for the Major, even though he knew that Hannibal loved him he still couldn't get over the feeling that if he came between the two older men he might lose the Colonel.
"That is where you are very wrong." Don shook his head as he watched the pained look enter the younger man's blue-green eyes. "Johnny warned me a long time ago not to mess with you." Turning his head slightly he pointed out a scar just above his jaw line. "You know how I got this?"
"I assumed it was from your accident."
"No," Don took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It was from the night that I ordered you to stand guard after you had been out on patrol for a week straight. You do remember that night don't you?"
Face shook his head, he remembered bits and pieces of it, but everything was vague at best. The team was supposed to have been back from their patrol that morning but due to the heavy rains the pick up had been delayed. By the time they had gotten back to the base it was the middle of the night. The team had been so tired that they could hardly stand. Face who had to take point through most of the mission due to the death of another soldier who had tripped over a booby trap and gotten himself blown up, was not just physically tired, but mentally exhausted from having to be extra alert.
Face had been on his way towards his tent when he ran into the Major who informed him that he had guard duty. When Face tried to object, when Don informed him that he now had twelve hours to pull instead six, and he could do it with all his gear, and if he wanted to do eighteen then all he needed to do was open his mouth again.
If Face really concentrated he could remember
having to force one foot in front of the other to keep moving, his riffle swung
over his shoulder, his fifty pound pack of gear making his back ache. He wasn't
sure how long he had been walking when
He managed to tell
Hannibal carrying him….seeing Hannibal, BA and Murdock kneeling beside him…feeling his clothes being removed…something warm and wet being wiped across his face and neck….something soft rubbing his chest and arms…BA holding him up while Hannibal and Murdock helped him into a pair of pajama bottoms…Murdock encouraging him to eat while he leaned against Hannibal's chest, BA tucking a blanket around his legs and waist…daylight and Hannibal stroking his hair, telling him to go back to sleep…
"When you collapsed Johnny went into a rage," Don shook his head. "Never in my life have I ever seen him so enraged, and let me tell you Lieutenant, we had our fair share of fights." Don rubbed his hand over his jaw feeling the scar. "I thought he was going to kill me that night." Don moved so that he was staring Face directly in the eyes. "He loves you Peck, don't you ever doubt that, Johnny would do anything in this world for you."
"He loves you too, Don."
"No, he cares for me as a close friend, and he would be upset if something happened to me." Don smiled. "But if something happened to you," the Major shook his head as he took a deep breath. "If something happened to you he would be devastated, to be honest, I honestly think it would kill him."
"Hannibal is a lot tougher than he looks." Face gave the other man a half smile.
"And you underestimate how much you mean to him." Don countered.
Anything else that the two were going to say was interrupted by a knock on the hotel door. One of Cody's bodyguards stuck his head through the door. "The limo is out front."
"Thanks Jerry, we'll be down in five." When the guard closed the door, Don turned his attention back to Face, who was now standing on shaky feet. "I mean it Lieutenant, if you can't do keep this pace up then you let me know and we'll cancel tonight."
"I'll let you know." Face smiled as he grabbed a leather jacket and headed toward the penthouse door.
Don got up and started to follow Face out the door when his cell phone rang, Face stopped and turned to look at him, but Don waved him on. "I'll meet you in the limo."
Face nodded as he headed toward out the door.
Don listened to the voice on the other side of the phone before he spoke.
"No, you're right it won't be too much longer; he's pushed himself right to the edge."
"Tonight," Don glanced at the door Face had gone through. "He'll be at a charity concert tonight; it'll be the perfect time." Don nodded as the voice continued to speak. "I'll make sure that your name is on the list so you won't have any problem getting in. He won't suspect a thing." Don smiled as he ended the call. "You're going to be in for one hell of a surprise, Lieutenant."
"Hey Blue, how you doing?" Jerry the body guard asked as he followed Face down the hall toward the elevators.
"I'm alright." Face offered a faint smile as he entered the elevator.
The body guard studied Face for a moment before he spoke again. "You sure, I don't mean to insult you or anything, but you seem like you're awful run down."
Face turned so that he could study the other man. Jerry was like most men in his line of work, he was a tall, large framed, muscular man, in fact Face was sure that he would give BA a run for his money if they got into a fight. Though Face had to admit that while BA kept his emotions hidden behind his gruff exterior, Jerry was always open.
"I'm sorry if I stepped out of line." Jerry quickly apologized when Face didn't answer right away.
"No," Face waved the other man off. "You didn't insult me." Taking a deep breath Face let himself slump back against the elevator wall. "And you are right I am a little tired. I didn't get much sleep last night."
"It's all the partying you're doing." Jerry shook his head. "You really should slow down."
"I'm seriously thinking about doing that." Face smiled as he leaned his head back.
"I'm mean it Blue," When Face opened his eyes to look at Jerry as he continued. "You should spend a nice quiet evening at home alone." Jerry offered a smile of his own. "Or maybe with a good friend."
"You have no idea how nice
that sounds." Face sighed as he thought about spending time alone with
"Jerry we need to get moving." Don announced as he climbed into the limo next to Face. "Here are the songs that you're going to be doing tonight."
"Songs?" Face took the sheet music from Don and looked at the paper.
"For the benefit concert," Don moved to so he could see the younger man better, he could see that there was deep bruising under the younger man's eyes from lack of sleep. "I think we need to cancel this evening."
"No, I can do this." Face shook his head. "These are two of his slow songs."
Don continued to study Face for another minute before he finally nodded. "Yeah, I figure you can just hold on to the mike stand, and sway to the music instead of having to jump around the stage." Reaching over Don put his hand on Face's leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Another trick is to lean your mouth real close to the mike and cover them both with your hand, that way if you mess up no one will see it."
Face nodded understanding what Don was telling him. "Thanks."
"As soon as you get finished with the first set then come off stage. We won't worry about the second song unless they call for an encore and even then I may just get you out of there."
"I may be tired Major, but I can do my job."
Don shook his head, "I'm not saying that you can't Lieutenant, but I also know when even the best of soldiers are at their limit."
Face thought about saying something else, but realized that the other man was right; he was just about at the end of his rope. "Yes sir." He sighed before he closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the car's headrest for just a moment. "You know I never thought I would see the day when I wished the bad guy would just come at me head on."
"You're not the only one." Don nodded.
"Do you have these two songs on tape so I can hear them?"
"Sure do." Don opened his brief case and pulled out a walkman with a pair of headsets. "Both songs are on here and I have them set up in a continuous loop."
"Great." Face took the walkman from Don and slid the headphones on. After turning on the tape he leaned his head back again, however within a matter of seconds he was fast asleep.
Don glanced over at the blonde
haired lieutenant and shook his head, though he felt that the younger man was
partially responsible for his break up with
"It'll all be over soon." He smiled at the blonde. Picking up the limo's phone he began to make several calls.
Jerry turned in the front seat of the limo so he could see the two men in the back through the smoked glass; he couldn't ever remember Blue as exhausted as he was now. He had a bad feeling that if things didn't change real soon his employer would be in real trouble.
Face managed to make it through the interview at the radio station, but the moment that he was back in the limo he fell asleep in his seat.
Two hours later the limousine pulled up at the club where the benefit concert was being held. Knowing that he had to be at his best Face dug down deep, making sure that he stayed focused and understood everything that was expected of him. However the second he was in his dressing room he collapsed on the couch and promptly fell asleep again.
"Hey Blue," Face opened his eyes and sat up when he heard the knock on his door. Glancing at his watch he noticed that only forty-five minutes had passed since he had fallen asleep, staggering to his feet he moved to the door and opened it.
"Jerry." He gave the body guard a slight smile. "What's going on?"
"Don said that they need you on the stage in thirty minutes."
"I thought I was done till tonight." Face rubbed his eyes.
"I'm not sure, he said something about they were going to open the doors to the public so that fans could get all the acts autographs before the show."
"Alright," Face nodded.
"You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah," Face smiled again. "Just tired."
"You should get some more sleep instead of partying all the time." Jerry suggested.
"I wish I could." Face sighed as he moved past the body guard.
Face leaned against the wall as he watched the act before him finish up their song. He glanced up at the clock on the wall above the stage manager's and noticed that it was almost midnight, at the rate it was going he might get back to his room at the hotel by 3:00am.
A few minutes later the stage manager motioned him onto the stage. Moving to the stage he took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, and said a quick prayer as the curtain rose. He stood quietly on the stage as the spot light came up bathing him in light, and the crowd applauded. A second later the music began to play and Face took the microphone in his hand, leaning on the microphone stand he began to sway to the music, right on cue he began to lip-sync to the words.
The crowd went wild as the handsome man began to sing and sway to the music, his black mid-drift shirt clinging to his sweat soaked chest, the blue jewel in his navel sparkling in the spot light, as his leather pants clung to his narrow waist and thighs. Everyone seemed to be in awed, everyone that was except for one man standing in the back, as he watched the blonde haired man move his mood became darker and his frown grew.
Face closed his eyes as he swayed to the music, he knew the stage lights were hot, Lord knows he had been in the spotlight enough, but these seemed to be burning him up. Sweat was pouring from his scalp running down his face and into his eyes, stinging them. He continued to focus on what he was doing and was thankful that the song was almost over. He sighed in relief a few seconds later when the music began to fade and the song ended.
The crowd jumped to its feet in a standing ovation cheering and screaming. Letting go of the microphone stand Face moved to the side and took a bow, he was alright until he stood up. As he rose his sight began to gray around the edges and his world tilted. He reached out to grab the microphone stand to balance himself, but missed. His last conscious thought was. 'This is going to hurt.' right before he hit the floor.
Anyone in the crowd that wasn't already on their feet instantly jumped up when they saw Face collapse on the stage. Don who had been standing by the stage manager's desk shot out onto the stage and rushed to Face's side, dropping down beside him, his hands quickly going to the blonde's throat to check for a pulse.
"Thank God." Don signed in relief when he felt the strong yet fast pulse beneath his finger tips. As he touched Face he noticed that the younger man had stopped sweating and his skin was clammy to the touch.
"Drop the curtain and get the paramedics out here!" The stage manager yelled as he ran out to kneel down beside Don and Face. "Is he breathing?"
"Yeah," Don nodded, thankful that the stage curtain was closing. "I think he just got over heated and passed out."
"Sir, I need you to move so we can check him out."
Don looked up to see two paramedics standing beside him. "Sure," he moved back so that the other two men could get closer to the blonde.
"Does he do drugs sir?" one of the paramedics asked as he began to take Face's blood pressure.
"No," Don shook his head. "And he hasn't had any alcohol since last night."
The paramedics nodded as he made a quick note. "And when was the last time he ate anything?"
"This afternoon at the radio station, he had half of a sandwich. I think it was about 1:00."
"We're going to take him down
"I'm going with him." Don insisted as he followed the paramedics out the rear stage door.
They were loading Face into the back of the ambulance when the production manager stopped Don. "What's going on? Is he going to be alright?"
"We don't know yet…"
"I have some release papers that I need you to sign."
"Mr., if you're going to go with us then we need to go now." One of the paramedics yelled from the back of the ambulance.
"I'm coming." Don started forward again only to have his way blocked by the production manager.
"I need you to sign some release paper," He repeated. "If Blue has over dosed…"
"He doesn't do drugs!" Don tried to push past the other man, but the production manager refused to be moved aside.
"You don't know that he hasn't taken..."
"The hell I don't!" Don snapped. "That boy has never touched anything!" He could just imagine what Hannibal would have done if the Lieutenant even thought about doing any type of illegal narcotic.
"Hey buddy, we're pulling out, if you're going with us you need to get in now!" The paramedic shouted from the back of the ambulance.
Looking over the production manager's shoulder Don noticed that the paramedic's had hooked up an IV in Face's arm. "I have to go."
"You can't until these releases are…"
"I'll go with him Don." Jerry stepped up beside the major. "You sign what you need to and meet us at the hospital."
"I don't think…."
"We're leaving now!" the driver of the ambulance yelled as he slammed one of the doors.
"Alright Jerry, I'll be right behind you."
"You got it boss." Jerry climbed into the back of the ambulance just as the paramedic slammed the second door shut.
"Let's get these damn things signed." Don turned back to the production manager.
The major had just finished
signing the release forms, and was turning to get in the limo when he was
grabbed from behind and slammed violently against the wall by a very irate
"God damn you Don, I told
you to look after him!"
"Johnny, I didn't…"
"The hell you didn't!"
"Damn it Johnny, let go of
me." Don shoved against
"Don't bullshit me, I've seen the schedule that you set for him, there is no way that he could have kept it up for long…"
"And I was making sure that he had tomorrow off, now if you would let go of me I would like to get to the hospital to make sure that Peck is alright." Don shoved again, this time breaking Hannibal's grip. "If you want to ride with me then I suggest you move it."
Hannibal continued to glare at Don, but his need to make sure that Face was safe over rode his need to smash the major's head against the wall.
Face struggled to wake from the darkness that had claimed him earlier that night on the stage. As he regained consciousness the noticed three things, first he was no longer in the concert hall, second he couldn't move his hands which were above his head, and third he was stripped down to his underwear. 'Well at least I've got my briefs.' He thought.
Tilting his head back Face blinked several times until he was able to focus his eyes on where he was and what was happening around him. He observed that he was hand cuffed to a bed in a hotel room, the drapes were closed and the only source of light was coming from the bathroom. Face tugged on his cuffs to see how loose they were, the left seemed to be looser than the right giving him some hope that if he had to he could get it free.
"If I'd worn a blue wig I could have at least carried a lock pick." Face sighed; taking a deep breath, he filled his lungs with air and yelled as loud as he could for help. He wasn't disappointed when Jerry came rushing into the room.
"Thank God Jerry; you have no idea how happy I am to see you. Do you have any idea what is going…" His relief was short lived when Jerry grabbed his jaw and forced it wide open, then shoved a cloth in it before taping it shut with Duct tape.
"Now you just be still and relax." Jerry patted his cheek gently. "I'll take good care of you."
When Face tried to protest through the gag Jerry slapped him hard across the face, bringing tears to his eyes.
"I said be quiet and rest; don't make me have to tell you again." The bodyguard warned.
Face closed his eyes and waited until he heard the other man leave the room. 'Well I guess I know who the stalker is.' Face sighed as he began to pull at the cuff on his left wrist.
"What the hell do you mean he's not here?" Don yelled at the admittance nurse in the ER.
"Just what I said sir, he's not here. The ambulance came in thirty minutes ago, he was checked in but now he's not here."
"How can he just not be here?"
"If he refused treatment, they could have released him."
"Shouldn't there be some type of paperwork where he refused treatment; I mean there has to be…
As Don continued to do battle
with the nurse
"Are you the guys who brought the singer in from the concert?" He asked two men as they were straightening up the back of their ambulance.
"Yeah we brought him in."
Once of the paramedics answered as he turned to face
"Was he conscious, when you dropped him off with the doctors?"
When the two crew members didn't
answer, but looked at each other,
"He's my son."
The two men looked at
"Thanks for your help
"But I still don't understand how you don't know where he is!" Don was yelling when he was grabbed by the arm and dragged out the exit. "Johnny will you let go of me I have to find out what happened to…"
"The bodyguard has him."
"According to the doctor he left Face to have some tests ordered and when he came back Face and the bodyguard were gone. A security guard says that this Jerry guy more or less carried Face out."
"Could Face have been awake and told Jerry to get him out of the hospital?"
"Not very likely, the doctor
said that Face is most likely suffering from exhaustion and dehydration, even
if Face is moving under his own power it won't be long before he drops again."
"So how in the hell are we going to find him?" Don asked franticly.
"I've got that covered."
"You still haven't answered my question." Don huffed.
"It wouldn't be like you to take such a big risk with one of your men, but if you trust him…"
"I trust him completely,"
"I understand," Don nodded, but didn't break the colonel's gaze. "Now, are you going to tell me how we are going to find him?"
"That's the easy part."
"Son of a bitch," Don smiled. "That's great, so when will we know?"
"In about thirty seconds."
"If they're back at the hotel you think he was awake and just wanted to leave the hospital?"
"I hope so." Hannibal sighed as he turned to look out the window. "But I doubt it."
Face continued to study the hand cuffs that kept him secured to the bed, he had tried to slip his hand through the loose left cuff, but so far he had only succeeded in chaffing his wrist. The bad thing was he knew if he just had some type of lubricant he could get the cuff free. After another couple of minutes Face sighed into the gag and began to twist his wrist back and forth, cringing as the cuff began to irritate his wrist more and more. Ten minutes later the first few drops of blood began to appear and within a few seconds he had his wrist and cuff coated with his blood. With a grunt of pain and a then a sigh of relief Face slipped the hand cuff off his left hand. He was just starting to pull the cuff through the headboard when the door opened and Jerry stepped through.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" Jerry yelled as he ran to the bed.
Seeing the larger man coming toward him Face turned so he could lash out with his feet, the first kick caught the bodyguard in the stomach, while the second hit him square in his chest. As Jerry struggled to get to his feet, Face managed to get the handcuff free from the headboard. Face started to scramble across the bed when Jerry latched onto his leg jerking flat onto his back, this time Face swung his left fist, also using the cuff as a weapon. The fist caught Jerry in the jaw while the open end of the cuff caught him in the temple, as Jerry grabbed for his injured face, the lieutenant swung off the bed, putting it between the two of them. The only problem was that Jerry was on the side of the room were the door was and his energy was fading fast.
"Blue, you need to get back on the bed and rest." Face reached up to pull off the tape but when Jerry lunged for him he stopped so he could jump back.
"I'm just trying to help you, Blue." Jerry moved back and to show Face his hands, just before he lunged at Face. "I tried to tell you in my letters that I could help you, but you just wouldn't listen to me."
Face managed to keep out of the big man's reach but just barely; he knew that if he was in top physical condition he might be able to take the other man in a fight, but he wasn't in good shape and his energy was running out. Weeks of no sleep and not eating properly had taken their toll on him, the best he could hope for was to stall the other man and pray that the team found him in time. Knowing the best way to stall for time was to talk, Face reached up and pulled the tape free from his mouth, tears came to his eyes as the duct tape pulled skin and stubble. Still keeping his eyes on the bodyguard Face pulled the cloth from his mouth, choking slightly as the cotton ran across his dry tongue.
"You know I'd kill for a cup of coffee," he offered Jerry a faint smile, "What do you say we go down stairs and get something to drink, maybe something to eat, then sit down and talk all this over?"
"I tried to get you to talk," Jerry moved closer to the bed. "I tried to get you to take care of yourself, but you just ignored me, just like you always do."
"I'm all ears now." Face shrugged.
"To late Blue, time for talking is over." Jerry yelled as he jumped the bed. Face moved back to get out of the other man's reach but found himself cornered between the wall and the bed.
Face noticed that Jerry kept calling him Blue, even though the other man knew the star's name was Cody and it was starting to worry him. "Come on Jerry, let's not do this, someone could get hurt."
When the bodyguard kept advancing Face grabbed the lamp off the nightstand and swung it like a baseball bat.
"I don't want to hurt you Jerry, and I know you don't want to hurt me right?"
Jerry nodded, but still kept advancing, making Face swing the lamp again to keep him at arms length. "Hey, call room service, we'll have dinner brought up, just the two…"
Before Face could finish his statement Jerry charged him, Face swung the lamp and caught the big man in the chest, but the other man kept coming. One of his massive hands grabbed the lamp while the other grabbed Face by the throat.
Face continued to struggle, kicking, hitting, and biting whenever possible, but he didn't have the strength or energy to fight for long. Despite his best efforts within several minutes after it started Face was kneeling on the floor panting for breath.
Jerry reached down and pulled him to his feet by the scruff of his neck, then shoved him hard so that Face fell on the bed. As soon as he was on the bed Face began to struggle to keep from being handcuffed to the bed again, but it was a feeble attempt at best and Jerry soon had him subdued. Though this time he made sure that the cuffs were tighter and there was no way Face could slip free.
As the cuffs bit down into his skin, Face still tried to get the other man to listen to him.
"Come on Jerry, let's be reasonable." Face choked out past the pain.
"You had your chance," Jerry snorted. "But you wouldn't listen; you kept on doing drugs and not taking car e of yourself. Now I'm going to make sure that you're okay." The bodyguard went into the bathroom, when he came back out with a wash cloth Face thought he was going to wipe the sweat off of him, until Jerry picked up the duct tape again.
"Please Jerry don't," Face begged. "I can't breathe with that thing in my mouth."
"It's for your own good." Jerry stated mater of factly.
Face waited as the big man got within striking distance and kicked out with his legs, catching the other man in the crotch. Jerry fell to the floor like a stone, his wounded family jewels clutched in his hands.
"Now can we please talk about this before someone really gets hurt?" Face asked as he watched the big man wither in pain.
"You shouldn't have done that Blue." Jerry croaked.
"Yeah, and you shouldn't have kidnapped me." Face shot back. "So as I see it we're just about even."
Jerry lay on the ground for a few more minutes before he managed to get to his knees. "I just want to help you." The big man looked at Face through watery eyes. "You can't take care of yourself, and the drugs you are taking are killing you." Jerry sighed as he staggered to his feet.
"I'm not on drugs…"
"Liar!" Jerry yelled. "I've seen you buy them from Tommy! Then Don will send you away to get clean and in a couple of months you're hooked again."
"What if I promise to change?"
"You won't." Jerry shook his head. "You never do."
"Maybe with your help…"
"That's what I'm trying to do." Jerry smiled. "Now open your mouth."
"No," Face shook his head. "Not like this, you can't keep me like this."
"Yes I can." Jerry's smile widened as he moved closer to Face.
"Jerry, please listen to me…"
"No more talking Blue, you need to rest." With that said Jerry lunged for Face's left leg, Face kicked out with his right, only to have the big man grab it. Face twisted his body and managed to get his right leg free, and kick Jerry in the chest, forcing him to let go of and back off again.
"I don't want to hurt you." Jerry stated as he moved to the other side of the room.
"Good, cause I don't want you to hurt me either…"
"But you're going to obey me." Jerry picked up the discarded lamp and moved as close to the bed as he could without getting in range or Face's legs. Before Face could react Jerry brought the lamp down full force on Face's chest. Face screamed as he felt the lamp slam into his rib cage and ribs snap, however Face knew he had to continue to try and defend himself. But before he could react Jerry was straddling him backwards, the big man wrapping his ankles together securing them in duct tape. As Face tried to fight past the pain and defend himself Jerry moved off the bed and secured them to the frame, preventing him from kicking.
"Now be good and open your mouth." Jerry smiled at Face as he picked up the dropped cloth.
"Fuck you." Face panted as he tried to breathe past the pain in his chest, his eyes watering.
"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" Jerry sighed as he grabbed Face by the jaw and began to squeeze, digging his nails into the soft skin. Just as Face's mouth began to open one of Jerry's fingers slipped and Face bit down as hard as he could, when he tasted blood he bit down even harder.
Jerry screamed in pain as Face bit to the bone, drawing back his fist he punched Face in the side, but Face refused to let go. Determined to make Face let go of his finger, Jerry punched Face repeatedly in the side until Face couldn't take anymore and had to let go.
"You bastard," Jerry moved away from Face using the wash cloth to try and stop the bleeding.
"So I've been told." Face moaned as he tried to spit the blood out of his mouth.
"Damn you; you bit me to the bone." The bodyguard bitched as he looked at his bloody appendage.
"Stick it in my mouth again and I'll bite it off." Face glared at the other man.
"You're going to do as you're told to do." Jerry went into the bathroom to clean up his wounded hand.
"Yeah, well John's been telling me that for years too." Face muttered to himself. "So I wish you all the luck in the world." Suddenly feeling tired from his ordeal Face closed his eyes and listened as Jerry moved around in the bathroom. As he heard the big man shut off the water he opened his eyes and prepared himself for the next battle.
He was taken completely off guard
when the bodyguard came back in with a wet towel folded over and covered his
head, holding it down over his mouth and nose so that he couldn't breath. Face
struggled against his bonds, trying desperately to fight back, but the more he
struggled the harder the other man pushed down. Just as everything started to
fade to black Jerry removed the towel, pried his mouth open and shoved a rag
into it, using the duct tape he once again secured Face's mouth shut. The only
problem was that Face's nose had clogged when his eyes had begun to tear up
from lack of oxygen and now he was finding it impossible to breath. He
struggled to take in air; Jerry slapped him hard across the face ordering him
to stay still. This caused Face's eyes to tear up even more, repeating the
vicious cycle. His last conscious thought before his world faded to black was
"Which room, BA?"
"It's one of these two." BA pointed to the two doors in front of them. "I can't tell which one."
"Then we'll go through both of them," Don snapped as he moved to the second door.
"Don, we need to think…."
"You read the letters
Colonel," Don cut
"BA show him how it's done."
"Move man," BA growled
as he shoved Don out of the way. With one massive kick BA knocked the door in,
"I know how to knock down a door," Don snorted and kicked the lock on the second door. When the door flew open he moved inside the room then stopped dead in his tracks, Peck was lying bound to the bed, pale and unmoving.
"Fuck," Don cursed as he moved farther into the room, making sure to keep his back against the wall. He was just past the bathroom when he heard a commotion coming from the next room. Looking through the open door he could see Hannibal and BA struggling with Jerry. Don quickly looked the room over to make sure that there was no one else in it, finding it clear he moved over to Face.
"Lieutenant, it's the Major, can you hear me?" When Face didn't respond Don shook his shoulders, when the younger man's head rolled one side Don checked for vitals. He noticed that Face had a faint pulse, but then he put his head against the smaller man's chest he observed that Face wasn't breathing.
Grabbing hold of the tape Don gave it a sharp tug, wincing as the watched hair and skin come off too. "Sorry Peck." He apologized, removing the rag from Face's mouth Don checked to see if Face was breathing again. "Johnny, I need you in here now!" Don yelled as he tilted Face's head back and began to breathe for him.
"You got him?"
"Yeah," BA growled as he tightened the bonds on Jerry's wrists. "You better hope my little brother is okay." BA threatened.
Hannibal ran into the other room,
his heart leaping into his chest as he say Don bending over his lover breathing
for him. "Jesus,"
"He's got a pulse, but he's not breathing." Don gasp as he took a breath for himself then gave another to Face.
"Tem, don't do this to me."
"He's still not responding." Don gasped, his own breath starting to get ragged.
Hannibal motioned for Don to move out of his way, taking over he started to breath for Face, as seconds started to tick by Hannibal began to become more and more worried, he knew that if Face didn't start breathing on his own soon there was a very big possibility that he never would.
"You need to start breathing, Kid."
After removing his own mouth to
take another breath
"That's it Tem,"
"Wa…t…er?" Face coughed out through his raw throat.
"I'll get it." Don moved to the bathroom as BA entered.
"How is he?" BA asked as he moved over to the bed.
Face looked up at
"BA, can you find the keys
to the cuffs?"
"Here's the water," Don moved over to stand beside Hannibal, turning Hannibal took the water from the Major and gently raised Face's head before placing the glass against his lover's lips.
"Easy baby," Hannibal
pulled the glass away a Face began to drink to quickly. "Take it slow."
"Found the keys
"Sorry little brother." BA apologized as he threw the bloody cuffs to the corner of the room in disgust.
"Not…fault." Face tried to smile, but it didn't really come across as being believable.
BA then moved to cut Face's legs free as Don moved so that he was sitting beside Face, taking another clean towel that he had retrieved from the bathroom, he wrapped them around the injured wrists.
"Ribs hurt," Face answered. "Think …broke…a…few."
"You sure that's all, I saw you collapse at the charity concert."
"Why where you there?" Peck looked at Hannibal, a confused look on his face.
"Don called me earlier and said that you needed me, he said you were wearing yourself out." Hannibal stroked the younger man's cheek. "Now tell me where else you're hurting."
"I'm just tired," Face sighed as he fought to stay awake, exhaustion and injuries taking their toll on him.
"Close your eyes Tem,"
Face gave a slight nod as he closed his eyes, he knew that with Hannibal and BA there he was safe, within seconds his exhaustion caught up with him and he fell into a deep asleep.
Two Days Later
Don was surprised when the front door to Hannibal and Face's house opened before he even had a chance to knock, he was even more surprised when Baracus was standing there scowling at him.
"Need to be quiet, Face is sleeping,"
"How did you know I was out here?" Don looked at the other man confused.
"The alarm went off when your car pulled up," BA growled.
"Whole house and perimeter is hooked up."
Don nodded, it would be just like
"He's with Face; they're both on the couch in the living room."
Before Don could move farther into the house BA grabbed him, "Make sure you don't wake him."
"I'll be quiet," Don promised as he looked at the massive hand on his shoulder.
BA nodded then let go of the other man, "See you do." he growled as he walked out the door.
Don shook his head as he moved
farther into the house; he had just entered the living room when
"Who was it BA?"
"It's me Johnny," Don said softly.
"Make sure you keep your voice down, Face is…"
"Sleeping, I know, Baracus
already threatened me." Don smiled as moved around the couch to look at
the two men.
"The doctor said he needs to rest; which mean staying in bed." Hannibal's hand moved to stroke Face's hair. "Under normal circumstances it would drive him insane to sit still, but right now he's too worn out to complain. So what brings you by?'
"I just wanted to drop off a bonus check that Cody insisted on giving you and to let you know I'll be leaving town."
"How is Cody doing?"
"He's doing good; he's decided to take some time off to get his life back under control."
"We're not going to press charges as long as Jerry agrees to get help; Cody has even agreed to pay for it."
"He seems like a good kid."
"He can be." Don smiled as he looked at the two men on the couch, a slight frown pulling at the corners of his mouth.
Don shook his head, but after a moment of silence he spoke. "I was just thinking, that he could have been mine if I had treated him like a person instead of a fuck buddy, or I could have had you if I had just been faithful, I had both of you as a lover, and I threw both of you away."
Don nodded as he moved to kneel
"You had your chance." The look in Hannibal's ice blue eyes left no room for argument.
Don nodded as he rose, "Take care of him Johnny, and let him take care of you." With that the Major left the house.
"Be safe Don."
"You say something
"Just saying bye to a
"Comfortable here." Face mumbled as sleep once again claimed him.
"Me too baby," Hannibal pulled the blanket up around Face's shoulders before kissing the soft blonde head. "Me too."
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