FF A-team: Fading away

A/N: This story (a sick fic) is based on true events. Someone in my family actually went through this and it was pretty scary. Thank God everything ended well ! I just had to get this out of my system and writing this story has helped me deal with it a lot. Unfortunately, I don't owe the characters of the A-team

Chapter 1

The team had been working very hard on their latest case. They had been in need of a diver and since Face was an excellent swimmer the honor had been his. Face had complained to Hannibal since he was susceptible to sinus infections, but Hannibal hadn't really wanted to listen to his complaints. Now the case had ended and the team was looking forward to a few days off. Face had scammed them a small studio and they had all went out for lunch at the local diner. Face had been sneezing all through the drive and was now pushing his food around in his plate.

"What's up with you, kid? You've hardly touched your food."

"Nothing. I'm fine. Really. I'm fine. It's just … I'm really tired, okay. So I guess I'm not that hungry."

"Okay, if you say so."

"You ain't eatin' no more? Man, there ain't no meat on them bones of yours."

"Haha. Real funny. Want my plate?"

B.A. didn't turn that offer down. After dinner, the team went back to the little studio to relax some more. Face made his way to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for a split second.

"Hey, Face. The game is about to get started. Wanna come up here and watch it with us?"

Face emerged from the kitchen glass of water still in his hand.

"Nah. I think I'm gonna pass and head of to bed. I really am tired."

"Okay. Suit yourself."

"Night, guys. Enjoy the game."

"Sure will. Night, Facey."

The tiny studio only had two bedrooms, so the guys were forced to share rooms with one another. Hannibal bunked with B.A. and so Face was forced to bunk with his buddy Murdock. He hoped he wouldn't be bothered by his crazy pilot friend as he would be fast asleep before Murdock would actually go to bed. Face grabbed his PJ's and made is way to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and hurried to bed afterwards nearly burying himself underneath the warm blankets. He closed his eyes and hoped sleep would claim him real fast.

The very next morning Murdock was up bright and early as usual. He decided Face had slept long enough for now and wanted to wake his best friend up.

"Hey, Facey. Wakey wakey! Rise and shine. It's a brand new day. Come on! I wanna watch cartoons and I hate doing that alone. Please, Facey. I'll even make you a cup of coffee."

Face surfaced from beneath his blankets with an angry expression on his handsome features.

"Murdock, do you mind? I'm trying to get some more rest here. It's not like we're on a case right now and I'm exhausted."

"Come on, Faceguy. You went to bed early last night. Haven't you slept enough already?"

"No, Murdock. I have not. Now get off my case and let me sleep some more."

"Oh my, are we grumpy today. It's like bunking with the mean ugly mud sucker. He gets like this all the time."

Face said nothing, but buried himself underneath his warm blankets once again. Murdock knew he wouldn't be able to get Face out of bed now and so he left the room. He jumped into the seat and put on his favorite cartoon show and waited for the others to emerge from their room. It didn't take long before Hannibal and B.A. entered the living room.

"Morning, Captain. Seen Face this morning?"

"Yep, Colonel."

"So where is he?"

"Well he's in bed, Colonel. Where else would he be?"

"But you said you saw him …"

"I did. I woke him up and wanted him to come and watch cartoon shows with me, but he was all grumpy."

"Grumpy? Face?"

"Yeah. Said somethin' about him not gettin' enough sleep."

"Not enough sleep?"

"That's what he said."

Face had woken up by now and he emerged from his shared bedroom with Murdock.

"What's up with all the noise? Can't you keep your voices down? Some people are trying to get some sleep, you know."

"See, I told ya. Grumpy."

"Ain't no time to be sleepin' no more."

"B.A.'s right, kid. Now what is your problem?"

"I'm tired and I wanna get some more sleep."

"Face, you've slept longer than sleeping beauty. Now tell me what's going on?"

"If you must know I have a sinus infection, Hannibal. I told you when you made me do the dive that I would get all congested, but you wouldn't listen. Now my sinuses are all clogged up and my head is pounding."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah well … I have a sore throat too sort of."

"Could it be strep throat?"

"I don't know. Yeah, I guess so."

"Got a fever too?"

"I'm not sure."

"Alright. Lay down on the couch and I'll go get the thermometer. You do look pale you know kid. You should've told me."

Face just merely rolled his eyes, but did as he was told anyway.

"You do have a slight fever, kid. Should we go up to Black Rock so Maggie can have a look at you?"

"No, I'm fine Hannibal. It's nothing really. All I need is a little bit of rest without Mr. Looney Tunes over there to bother me. That's all."

"Now, kid, you're far from fine. I really would like to get you checked out by a doctor."

"But …"

"No, Face. Save the arguments. You're sick, kid. You do what you're told."

"Alright. Okay. Fine. I'll go and see a doctor, but there's no need to drive all the way to Maggie's. I can go to a local doctor out here. I'll make an appointment later on."

"No, you won't. I'll make the appointment and I'm going with you."

"Do you wanna hold my hand, Colonel?"

"I'll even let you have a lolly pop when you behave. Now get some rest. I'll make that appointment."