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"Are you crazy?" Murdock exclaimed pulling the blond
man to shelter behind a rather large oak tree. "Are
you blind or do you want Decker to see you, man? He's
been staking out the hospital for a week now waiting
for you guys to show yourselves." He took his baseball
cap off and placed it on the other's blond mop. "What
the hell are you doing here anyway? I told you guys
that he's been lurking around. You should be a teensy,
weensy bit more careful, muchacho." He chastised
before glancing out to see the all too familiar sight
of an uniformed colonel march stiffly from the VA
hospital to an awaiting vehicle. A huge relief rushed
into him when he realized that the hated military man
had not seen Face.
"What?" The startled man frowned pulling away, out of
other man's grasp. "What are you talking about?"
"Decker, man." Murdock attempted to keep his anger
under control, but it was difficult. His best friend
screwed up and not a minor screw up either, major. The
thought of him in the hands of Decker made his normal
warm brown eyes even darker. "What the Hell, do you
think your doing standing out there in the open like
that! Didn't you see him? It's not like he's hard to
miss and all." He flicked his thumb over his shoulder
in the colonel's direction.
"Who?" The man crinkled his brow in confusion concern passed through his usual twinkling eyes.
"What? Who? What? Who?" Murdock sang barely hiding the sarcasm in his voice. "Stop playing games,
Faceman, you know the code. Call first."
"Look," The blond man backed away from Murdock's
growing anger. "I don't know what your getting on
Murdock stopped his essential rant, momentarily
thrown. He narrowed his eyes scanning the other man's
face. Face looked dead tired. Angry and strangely out
of place. A moment of concern, flashed into his brain
and all concern of Decker was lost somewhere in his
fogged memories as concern took its place. *Something's
not right* he thought. "Are you O.K. Face? You look a little
out of it right now. Wanna sit down?"
The other man shook his head slowly, his blond hair
swaying slightly in the breeze. "Sorry, guy, I think
that you've mistaken me for someone else." He turned
to walk away when Murdock grabbed for his arm, once
again, forcing him to turn around.
"Wait! Dammit, Face, Decker's gonna see ya for sure
if you go out there now. You're gonna to get caught.
Just sit down for a minute." He tried to lead Face to
The other man pulled away and angrily shook off the
unwanted hand on his arm. "Look mister, I am not this
*Face* person. Okay? So leave me alone!" The blond
man's eyes darkened with anger as he took a step away,
turning to look at the menacing, yet bleak, structure
of the hospital building. "As for getting caught... I'm
already am, in my own nightmare." The man whispered
silently barely loud enough for Murdock to hear. "Why
do you think that I was so unceremoniously thrown into
this hellhole?" He swept his arms around in a panicked
A chill ran through Murdock as he watched the man
swirl around. Not Face? What was going on here? Why
was Face acting this way? It's almost like Face didn't
know him. His best friend for fifteen years. What was
he trying to pull now with this cockamamie bullshit?
He watched his friend frown and lean up against the
"I'm trapped here..." he whispered softly, "I can't get
in touch with my friends. They're to far away... to
far." The man lowered his head staring at his feet the
familiar blue eyes filled with sadness and unshed
Murdock reached out a comforting hand and laid it
gently on his friend's shoulder. "I'm here, Face, and
the others ain't ever to far away."
The man shook his head and sighed heavily. "Look,
mister, you don't understand..." He said finally looking
up into the taller man's eyes for the first time.
Murdock took in a sudden breath as he took a good look
at the man before him. Something was different, he
couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was
definitely different. He took a small step backwards
away from the man against the tree. Maybe the fact
that he looked younger more boyish. His hair styled
slightly different, longer, and just a tinge more
golden than usual. But his eyes, his eyes were the
same. There is no mistaking those eyes...was there?
"Face?" Murdock whispered staring into the blond
man's determined blue eyes. The words, Not Face,
echoed in his ears.
The man suddenly smiled that bright all too familiar
smile that made Murdock's blood curdle and brain do a
back flip. He held out his hand to Murdock in a
friendly gesture. Murdock slowly extended his hand and
gently shook it warily.
"Sorry to disappoint you," The blue eyes laughed at
him. "But the name's Starbuck."
"Starbuck?" Murdock stared at the other man, not
quite comprehending. "Like in the coffee shops?"
Suddenly he grinned and slapped the other man's
shoulder. "Oh, now I get it! I bet you're pretending
to be the owner of those new Starbuck's coffee shops
up in Seattle now. OK. I'll bite, what's her name?" He
laughed heartily as the thought of his best friend
trying to lure yet another babe into his lair. If he
knew Face then she would usually be around 5'6"
slender and most likely a blonde. Oh sure, he could
lure any woman regardless of size, shape or hair
coloring but blondes were a definite weakness for him.
The past 5 of his latest female 'friends' 4 out of
them were of the fair coloring, and brainless to boot.
He seemed to seek out the classic flighty airheads.
Murdock never could understand the reasoning for the
brainless obsession, but he figured that maybe
conversation wasn't the first priority with Face. That
must be the reason for the small yet uncharacteristic
changes he saw today. She must have a caboodle of
money for him to alter his appearance this much.
The man looked at him like he was crazy. "Who?"
"The latest female conquest your trying to impress."
Murdock grinned giving the other man an exaggerated
wink. "She must really be something for you to go
through all this scamming. Do you think you can pull
this one off? It seems a bit iffy if you ask me."
Murdock was on a roll now. "What did you do to
yourself? You look years younger. Give me the secret
will ya? Bubble bath and Loofas or massages and nice
facials?" He grinned widely at the thought of Face in
the hands of some exotic woman dancing on his back in
her bare feet.
Starbuck chuckled softly and shook his head then
remembering the blue cap, he reached up and removed
it. The heavy material felt rough as he twisted it in
his hands. He barely remembered when it was placed on
his head. He was upset and his mind was a bit cloudy
by the events of the last few sectares. Starbuck
looked back up at the other man who now stood quietly,
watching, rant over. This odd man seemed kind enough,
although, for some strange reason, he could not get
around the fact, that he wasn't this Face person. He
tossed back the cap allowing the other man to snatch
it up. The hope or was it denial, was still evident in
the other man's eyes.
"Look, buddy, I'm sorry, really, but I really don't
know what your talking about." He said raising a hand
to stop the other man's comments before they started.
"I know nothing about any coffee shops or any ladies
around here and believe me, I think that I would know
if I were involved with a woman, especially lately."
He smiled up at the taller man. "Look," He paused
remembering that he didn't get the man's name. "Mr.?"
"Murdock." He stiffly volunteered with a frown.
"Ah, ok. You can call me Starbuck." The man grinned
that shit eating grin again. The one Murdock always
felt that Face gave him whenever he knew that he was
being conned, but this time it was different. This
time he couldn't tell if he was being conned or not.
"Murdock," The man spoke smoothly "The truth of the
matter is that I haven't been here for very long. And,
unfortunately, I have no idea how long I will be
here." He tried to smile at the confused expression on
the other's face. Then a thought suddenly struck him.
'He seems as lost as I am. Maybe not geography wise,
but more of a loss of an identity. Being in this
infirmary must be hard on anyone.' He, himself, had
only been here a few days but he can already feel his
identity being stripped away, layer by layer. He
silently wondered how long Murdock had been in this
place. Speaking of which, he looked around the
grounds, maybe I can find out a bit more about this
place while I am here.
He turned back to Murdock. "I'm hoping that my friends
will find me soon. I've been out of contact for far to
long. Far longer that I was supposed to be. They must
know that I'm in trouble. They must be out there
looking. It's only a matter of time."
"Who are your friends?" Murdock asked his brown eyes
never leaving the other's blue ones.
The Face clone looked down at his feet again before
once again returning his gaze to Murdock. "Um...I'm sure
you don't know them." He finally responded with a
slight shrug. "But" he wagged a long, slender finger
at the taller man "they will be here, on that you can
bet." This last he directed with a finger thump on the
taller man's chest, bringing a slight smile on
Starbuck gazed out over the landscape letting his eyes
scan the variety of trees and grass. Shielding his
eyes he glanced up and scanned the blue sky. There was
nothing but clouds and a bright sun glaring into his
retina. With a sigh he averted his gaze and looked out
from behind the tree that they were still hiding
behind. The uniformed man had already left the area in
the olive green sedan. A Doctor stood glaring at the
"So, who was that?" Starbuck asked pointing.
Murdock looked over his shoulder at the Doctor. "Who
"No, the uniform in the vehicle. Who was it?"
Starbuck asked indicating the car leaving the hospital
grounds. "Someone you obviously don't want this, Face,
guy to meet up with." He looked back at the taller
man. "Interesting name, Face, why do you call him
"Um..." Murdock was at a loss for words. He was
confused, a super-duper, major crime fighting, why
would they wear tights? Kind of confused, his eyes
could see very clearly that this man was indeed Face,
but for some odd reason, his mind was telling him that
it wasn't. Either this man's resemblance to his best
friend was uncanny or he was slipping in his mental
"Starbuck?" Murdock said taking a step away form the
stranger before him.
"I need to sit down."
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