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Summary: Years after they are pardoned, Face reflects on their lives.
Disclaimer: I know, not mine.
Note: Special, special thanks to Cathy for beta reading this for me and
not complaining too much that this isn't the next part of "Alight".
It's coming. I promise.
It was quiet in the old house, but that was the way they liked it.
After years of gun shots and squealing tires, all they had really wanted
was quiet. Face still found that funny.
Sometimes he would find himself listening to Hannibal's respirator. The
soft hisses reminded him of the ocean. He would close his eyes and feel
young again. Often, BA would have to shake him awake for dinner. Face
could never explain why he liked sitting by Hannibal, keeping a silent
vigil. Maybe it was because neither Murdock nor BA did. He knew why,
and it didn't bother him that they didn't. They wanted to remember
Hannibal when he was well. Face didn't care; he just wanted Hannibal to
know someone was there.
Sometimes he would watch BA work in his greenhouse. When they where
younger, he would have laughed if someone had mentioned BA and flowers
in the same sentence. Now, Face's conversations with BA would often
center on the blooming of a special rose. Walking into the greenhouse
was like walking into paradise. BA would always welcome him, offer him
tea, and show him what was new. The other man would radiate the
calmness that had been so lacking in his early life. If Face would
happen to mention a date that night, BA would simply smile. At supper
that night, a bouquet would be ready for the date.
Sometimes he would try and find Murdock, but more often then not he
couldn't. Out of them all, Murdock had changed the least. Every
morning, he would be gone before anyone else got up. It had taken
years, but now he left a note saying what he thought he would be doing
that day. Usually, he and Elliot, his dog, would wander around the
nearly 100 acres of land they owned. If Face found him, he kept his
distance, allowing Murdock to live in his imaginary world. When he came
home for supper, he inevitably told them about his day. BA would grumble
and call Murdock a crazy fool, and Murdock would laugh and ask how his
girlfriend rose was.
Sometimes he would smile at dinner and pretend that he could hear BA and
Murdock's voices. Pretend that they were young and quick. Angels of
justice for the average man. And when this happened he would cry,
excuse himself from the table and hope he hadn't disturbed them too
much. He would walk up to his room and hold the picture of the four of
them taken on the day they had been pardoned.
Sometimes, he wouldn't cry himself to sleep.
"…then Elliot and I ran down the hill, just like that time in Da Nang."
Face moaned slightly as he woke up. Rolling his face over he saw
Murdock sitting on the ground, his face close to Hannibal's. Murdock
looked over at Face and their eyes connected. For a second, the years
disappeared and Face saw the Murdock from his picture. Face blinked
once, and time returned to normal. He looked down, and saw the flowers
in Murdock's hand and felt the tears spring to his eyes again
"Did you think we could forget him, Muchacho?" Murdock asked in his
quiet voice. Face shook his head. Murdock stood, a bit slower than he
used to, and put the flowers in a vase. Without another word, he left
Sometimes, Face believed time stood still.
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