Chapter One: Unspoken Feelings
The A-Team had just finished another stressful mission when B.A. parked the van at Hannibal's house in the pitch black night to help plan yet another mission when Hannibal said, "Guys, how 'bout we take a little break from our constant missions and take a week off?" "That sounds great Colonel, how about we go to the Bahamas? I can scam us a private jet if you want," replied Face. "As much fun as that sounds, I was thinking of a quiet week at home with you guys if you don't mind," said Hannibal. "Well, what are we waiting for, let's get to relaxing!" replied Murdock. Soon the relieved team was in the house and ready for the week that everyone agreed was long overdue. "Alright, Face and I will take my bedroom. B.A. and Murdock, you share the guest room." "Come on Hannibal! Why do I have to sleep with that crazy fool Murdock?" "Because he's the only one that can stand your snoring that I'm sure tilts the Earth off its axis!" Hannibal retorted. "Looks like we're gonna be bunk mates, buddy!" "Murdock you better shut up before my fist does it for you!" "I respect your judgment." "Good, fool!" said B.A. in an aggressive manner.
In half an hour B.A. and Murdock were asleep in the guest room and Hannibal and Face asleep in Hannibal's bedroom until Hannibal woke up hearing soft whimpering. He turned around in his bed and saw Face was having a nightmare. Hannibal lovingly picked Face up and started rocking Face still asleep in his arms and whispering soft, comforting words... Sure this may have looked odd to anyone else. But to me, Face is my son, even if he is an orphan. B.A. and Murdock are like brothers to me. But Face, well, he's special. He was the son I could never have. I have watched him grow up into a promising young man in Vietnam. In fact, I'm probably the closest thing to a father he could ever have... When Hannibal saw the nightmare had subsided, he laid a still sleeping Face back into his bed, pulled the covers over him, and kissed him on the head. Then Hannibal went back to sleep himself. But before he fell asleep again, a familiar song came to mind. The song was You Are My Sunshine… I love that song, it always seems to remind me of my fatherly love for Face. If only Face knew how much I really loved him. If only I wasn't too frightened to tell him... Hannibal thought as he once again fell into a vault of darkness.
Morning came too soon for the exhausted team. Everyone was extremely tired except Murdock who was already happily up making breakfast for his team while loudly humming Weekend In New England by Barry Manilow. Soon the rest of the team were waiting at the table for the breakfast Murdock was making. "Murdock, I didn't know you liked Barry Manilow," said Hannibal. "You kidding, I'm a Fanilow!" "What on earth is a Fanilow fool?" asked B.A. "A Fanilow is a dedicated fan of Barry Manilow," replied Murdock. "To slide away from the Fanilow subject, Murdock, what exactly are you making over there and will it blow up the house or poison anyone in it?" asked Hannibal nervously. "I'm just making french toast," said Murdock. "Then why does it smell toxic?" asked Face. "I just put some chocolate syrup in the mixture." Faceman curiously walked over to the stove. "He's put the whole container of chocolate syrup in there!" Face practically yelled. Hannibal walked over to join Face and unexpectedly started uncontrollably laughing! Hearing Hannibal laugh forced Face to join him. Even B.A. giggled softly, which is a hard thing to get B.A. to even think about. The team stayed like this for another 30 seconds or so when the unattended frying pan suddenly decided to catch on fire! Hannibal quickly scrambled to get the fire extinguisher with Face not trailing too far behind him. When the fire was finally put out Murdock embarrassedly said, "How about Hamburger Heaven for brunch fellas?" And the team once again fell into a fit of laughter.
In the afternoon two days later, Hannibal noticed something was slightly wrong with Face, he just didn't know what. He wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he just knew that Face would draw back into his shell if he did. Finally, Hannibal decided he needed to know. He would ask him after dinner. Once dinner was finished Hannibal asked Face to step aside with him for a moment. "Face can you tell me what's wrong? And don't deny it, because we'll both know you're lying." "Hannibal I'm glad you asked because I really wanted to tell someone." Hannibal was surprised by Face's candid response. Now he knew something was seriously wrong… Face never acted like that. He was hardly never open with his feelings. Must've been from his childhood. No one ever cared about his feelings so he probably decided it was best to keep them in. Face should know I care. No, he needs to know I care… "Come on son, tell me what's wrong. I want to help you. I care." "Thanks, Hannibal. It all started after our last mission. When little Ole was hurt in the fire saving Murdock and B.A., everyone loved him and cared for him making sure he would be alright. That never happened to me when I was a kid. I just wish someone would've loved me like that." Hannibal was mad that after all those foster homes Face went through, no one truly loved him… It's time to tell him how I truly feel… Hannibal thought.
Chapter Two: Love so Right
"Face, come here." Hannibal enveloped Face in a loving hug. "Face, it's time I tell you something that's been long overdue." "What?" asked Face. "I may not be able to make it official with the courts. But you are the son God sent to me. I love you more than you'll ever know. And I always will. Son, do you understand?" Face was now sobbing on Hannibal's shoulder while Hannibal was softly stroking his head and holding him upright. "I think I do," Face replied through his frequent sobs. "There is one more thing." "What?" asked Face. "If you want me to be your dad I will be the happiest man in the universe. But if you don't that's okay too. We can be the way we always were and I won't mention a thing about this conversation. Then again, if you want me to be your father I promise you this. I will always be there for you. Whether you're hurt, scared, happy, sad, or anywhere in the middle. I will always love you no matter what you say or do. And lastly, I will never hurt you like your foster parents or the people at the orphanage did, at least not intentionally. I just want you to be happy." "I love you, Dad," said Face. "I love you too, Son," Hannibal said while squeezing Face tighter against him, kissing him on the forehead. Hannibal's heart was melting with love for his son... My son finally knows I love him. I can't believe it! He loves me the same way!... Hannibal thought while relishing holding Face the way it should've been from the start. Father and son stayed like this for what seemed like an eternity.
Hannibal soon realized Face had fallen asleep in his arms… Poor kid, his thoughts must've kept him awake most of the night… Hannibal picked Face up in his arms and slowly carried him to the bed making sure he wouldn't wake him up. Next, he carefully undressed his still sleeping son and put him in his pajamas. Hannibal then lowered Face into the bed and pulled the covers over him. Then wiped the hair out of his eyes and kissed him softly on the head softly singing You Are My Sunshine to his sleeping lieutenant. Soon after, Hannibal decided to fall asleep himself.
The team's week off soon ended and Hannibal had to check out a new client to see if they were hired by Decker while the rest of the team were preparing their ammo at Hannibal's new house that Face had conned for him two days earlier. "So you're telling us Hannibal's now your surrogate father?" questioned B.A. "Yeah, isn't it great?" "Face it isn't just great, it's amazing! I always felt like you two were the perfect father/son duo," replied Murdock. "For the first time I think I'm agreeing with the fool," said B.A. "Thanks for your support guys. It really means a lot to me," said Face. "you're welcome, and congratulations," replied Murdock. "I'm home!" called Hannibal from the doorway. "Hi, Dad. Are our new clients clean?" "Yep." "Hannibal, when do we meet them?" asked Murdock. "Right now! Come on fellas we got a new mission on our hands," said Hannibal in an excited tone. "Leave it to Hannibal to ruin our quiet week," muttered B.A. just loud enough so his commander could hear. "Come on guys It'll be a piece of cake!" replied Hannibal. "Han...uh...Dad, no need to be picky but last time you said that I broke my nose, B.A. fought to near exhaustion with Godzilla, Murdock nearly broke a few ribs, and you got out without a scratch because you were the only one who had a bullet and punch proof vest," said Face in a sarcastic manner. "Come on, Son. Don't be so cynical. It doesn't look good with your preppy facade." Face's mouth fell open in astonishment at his father's comment while Hannibal walked by flashing his crazier than Murdock smile at his Lieutenant. "Come on guys, it's time to head out," said Hannibal. The team followed Hannibal out the door with their ammo. But Face stayed at the doorway for a second. "Funny, I've never thought of myself as preppy," Face said to himself. "Face, you coming," yelled Murdock from the van. "Yeah, I'll be right there!" said Face before he dashed to the van.
Soon, the team arrived at their client's house. Hannibal rang the doorbell and patiently waited for the answer. "Come on in, fellas. I'm Donny, and this is my sister, Marie." said their new client. "Hello, as you know I'm Hannibal. This is my son, Face, and my two teammates, B.A. and Murdock." "Thank you so much for coming on such short notice. I don't know what we would do without you," said Marie with teary eyes. "You're very welcome," replied Murdock. "Can you tell us why you need our expertise?" asked Face. "Please sit down. We'll start from the beginning. Donny and I were watching over my baby boy, Bryon, when my husband, Mitch Teeger, was out of state for work when he ran into a well-known mob boss in a game of blackjack in Chicago, Illinois. Then he decided to try his luck and cheat him. Since my husband was caught and currently being kept hostage and no money was found, Jackie Cerone, the mob boss, thinks I'm hiding the money, so he sent his men to kidnap my baby so I would pay the ransom." "How much is the ransom?" asked Hannibal. "$10,000,000 dollars," replied Donny. "Here's the plan. Face and I will work on making $10 million in counterfeit for the scam. B.A., go start the van and wait for Murdock. When he comes to the van, don't wait for us, just go to the house and start packing the essentials with him." "Sure, Colonel," said B.A. as he headed to the van. "Murdock, your job is to book a flight to Chicago. And don't tell B.A." "Alright, Colonel," replied Murdock as he hurried to the van. "Come on Son, we have counterfeit money to make," said Hannibal as he went out the door and motioned for his boy to follow. Face followed skeptically out the door not knowing what crazy plan his father was devising in his brilliant yet unpredictable mind. But before Face followed, he said to Marie, "Don't worry we'll save your baby and your husband, that's a promise." Then Marie kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you so much. You know I would've guessed Hannibal was your father before he told me. You two look a lot alike, and you have the same hearts," "That's funny, 'cause he adopted me." "When?" "Five days ago, actually," said Face as he turned to the door. This made Face wonder; How many other clients thought Hannibal was my father?
Chapter Three: Officially Official
"Hannibal, I mean, Dad, how will we get there without the van? And where is there?" "Don't worry, Kid, it's in walking distance," said Hannibal as he draped his arm over Face's shoulder and started walking. "But, where are we going?" "You'll see." Face knew he'd get nothing else out of his stubborn father. The duo had walked about two blocks in silence when Hannibal finally stowed enough courage and said, "You know, I was able to get a legal adoption form that we could fill out. But only if you want to." Hannibal released his son's shoulder to retrieve the form from the pocket on his jacket to show his son. Face gasped and his eyes immediately welled up with tears. "What's wrong, Son?" said Hannibal as he lead him to a nearby bench. Tears were now falling rapidly from Face's eyes as he sat down. But he was smiling. "I love you so much, Dad," said Face as he wrapped his arms around his father. "So you want me to sign it?" "Yes!" "Alright, Kid," Hannibal said with a chuckle, "I'll get my pen." "Thank you so much." "Son, I need you to let go of me so I can sign the paper." "Oh, sorry." "It's alright, Face." "Son, I have one more thing to ask you." "What?" "Now remember, only if you want to." "Okay, Dad." "Would you like to change your last name to Smith?" Hannibal questioned hopefully. Face smiled and nodded not able to talk due to his throat choked up with joyful tears. "Alright, here are the papers you sign," said Hannibal as he passed his boy the pen. When Face finished signing the form Hannibal confirmed, "I guess now you're officially my boy," with a smile before he hugged his son, stroking his soft, brunet hair. Hannibal soon realized his eyes were filling with tears as well as he held his son close to his heart, savoring the moment he would remember forever. The few people walking by were staring. Hannibal didn't think a thing of it… I don't care about them. All I care about now is making sure my son will finally be loved even if it means letting the tears fall where they may, including mine. My son is without a doubt worth that much to me… Hannibal thought as he surrendered and let the tears gathering make paths down his cheeks without regretting a single thing.
10 minutes had passed in silent hugging when Face interrupted, "Dad, shouldn't we be going to make the money?" "Actually, I already have a guy doing it for us. He'll send it to us tomorrow morning." "But I thought we were going to get the supplies to make the counterfeit." "I lied. I just wanted us to be alone when I showed you the forms, Kid. Now, we have the whole day to ourselves. And after we finish packing with B.A. and Murdock, I got 4 Bee Gees tickets for all of us to go to the concert tonight, then tomorrow morning we can drug B.A. and fly to Chicago." "That's amazing! What time is the concert?" "Twenty-one hundred hours. We should start heading home so we can go out to eat before we go to see the Bee Gees." "Then let's get going." Hannibal then went to a nearby pay phone and called B.A. "B.A. can you pick us up at Gerard Way with Murdock?" "Hannibal, why do I have to take that crazy fool Murdock with me wherever I go?" "My son and I have something important to tell the two of you. So try to be there in 15 minutes." "I'll be right there Hannibal." B.A. and Hannibal hung up the line. "Face, Murdock and B.A. will pick us up in 15 minutes." "That's great! When should we tell them?" "I was thinking in the van if you agree." "That'll work fine." "Sounds like a plan!" said Hannibal in an enthusiastic tone.
B.A. came driving down Gerard Way expecting to find his teammates. What he didn't expect was to find Hannibal and Face with no counterfeit. "Where's the money, fellas?" asked a curiosity-filled Murdock as he opened the van door. "You better have the money or you gettin' pounded fool!" B.A said to Hannibal. "Now B.A., don't worry, it'll be delivered tomorrow before we head off to Harlem." "You better hope it does, sucka!" "Point taken B.A. Now let's head home," replied Hannibal. The team climbed in the van and started heading to Hannibal's current home. "As you know my son and I have something very important to tell you," said a grinning Hannibal as he winked at Face. "And we're willing to answer any questions you might have," said Face continuing for his father. "You know Face has told you that I now consider him as my son, but now we've made it officially legal," Hannibal added while passing the adoption form to B.A. who passed it to Murdock. "And my name is no longer Templeton Peck but is now Templeton Smith," continued Face as he showed his form to his friends. "Well congratulations, you two!" said Murdock. "It's about time!" said B.A. gruffly while trying to hide his smile. "Don't get excited just yet, boys," said Hannibal, "I haven't even told you the next part!" "Alright, then tell us the next part," asked an eager Murdock. "I got tickets to see the Bee Gees tonight at 2100 hours!" "That's great!" said Murdock. "Have you finished packing?" asked Hannibal. "Yes and it's all in the van," said B.A. gesturing to the back which consisted of many luggage items. "Good. Then I guess we can go out to dinner, my treat," said the Colonel.
The team went to a steakhouse for dinner, then the concert. It consisted of all the songs you know and love like Jive Talkin', Night Fever, and Islands in the Stream. Also an encore of Stayin' Alive. Anyone could agree it was the best night ever!
Chapter Four: The Mission Begins
"Come on, Kid, wake up, Murdock has the plane ready," said Hannibal. "It's five o'clock in the morning, Hannibal," said an annoyed Face. "You know you call me Dad, right," said Hannibal in a playful manner. "Yeah. You know you don't always have to wake me up this early," "We all have our flaws. Breakfast will be ready in 10, Don't Be Late," "Whatever," Hannibal ruffled his son's hair and walked out of the guest room and went back to cooking. "I guess I have a few minutes to close my eyes," said Face to himself.
Face woke up surprised he had let himself fall asleep. He turned to look at the clock, "5:09! Dad's gonna kill me," Face raced out of bed and raced to get some more suitable clothes on for the plane ride and to shave. Hannibal saw Face nearly run into the kitchen and chuckled to himself for he had more than an inkling that his son had fallen back asleep. First and foremost, his hair was a mess. Then there was the fact that his tie was crooked and he still had some shaving cream on his face. Basically, it wouldn't take a Columbo to figure it out. Hannibal pointed to the clock next to him which read 5:15. Then he wiped at his cheek signaling where the cream was. Face realized what his father was doing so he wiped his cheek which was now a ripe shade of red and walked embarrassedly to the table. Hannibal placed the plate in front of him and said, "You're late." "I give up, you win." "Good answer." "Where's B.A.?" "Murdock has him in the plane. Don't worry he's sleeping like a baby." "What time do we take off?" "5:30, so you might want to eat faster." "Kay'" "I'm going to put the luggage in the Vette, you eat." Hannibal walked to Face's car and saw his old friend, a judge, Sam Lane, who he'd helped on a past mission. "Oh hey, Sam, what brings you here?" "Actually I live in the house down the block. How come I've never seen you here? I always walk my dog, Adrimal, down this neighborhood." "We move around a lot, and we just got here a week ago." "Well, how have you been doing?" "Great! Do, you remember Face?" "Yeah, how could I forget. Cocky, overconfident, and always dresses to impress." "Exactly. Well, now I've adopted him as my son. We have the forms signed and everything. But we haven't had a judge verify the adoption yet. Hey, that reminds me, Can I ask you a big favor?" "Anything for my favorite Colonel." "Could you verify my son's adoption after our mission?" "Definitely, here's my card. Call me after our mission and I'll keep everything confidential." "Thank you so much. I'll call you soon. See you later." "Bye!"
Hannibal was so excited and he was dying to tell the team the good news on the plane, but he decided to surprise Face after their mission. Soon, They arrived in Chicago. Everyone was clueless on where to go except B.A. because this was his hometown, after all. After B.A.'s tour, the team went to investigate the mob hangout where Mitch and Bryon Teeger were suspected to be held. The secret hangout was in a local subway station. They sent Face in with a wire to eavesdrop on their meeting and this is what he heard, "Mr. Cerone, what are we going to do to our captors when we get the money?" "We exterminate Teeger and the kid, then we make the wife and brother disappear." "But boss, he's a baby!" "Which is exactly why we don't need him bothering us anymore than he has to. Here's the plan, the wife and brother fly over here with the money, they come to where we are now at 8pm tomorrow, they give us the money, they disappear along with Teeger and the kid. Understood?" "Y… yes Sir," he gulped. "I think that's all the information I need," said Face as he sneered in disgust of Mr. Cerone's plan. Then, he silently walked out to show the team the info he got.
Chapter Five: Hannibal's Plan
"Hi, guys! Listen to what I've got," said Face to his team. "Let's hear it," said Hannibal. "Alright," said Face as he clicked play. After the recording ended, everyone was glad they came when they did or the entire family would've died. "Wow, I guess we better get ready for tomorrow, Face and Murdock, you set up the ammo. B.A., you make sure the van is in top shape. And I will disguise myself to look as young as Donny for the money exchange tomorrow. Alright, let's go!"
It was now 4 hours until the rescue. Everyone was more than prepared for the mission as Hannibal went over his plan for what seemed like the millionth time. "Alright, let's go over the plan one more time," said Hannibal as he chewed on another cigar while disguising himself to look like Donny. "Come on, Hannibal, we've done enough going over your fool plan!" "B.A., this is luckily one of my safer plans. A piece of cake." Face buried his head in his hands when he heard "A piece of cake." Everyone else groaned. "I really mean it this time guys," said Hannibal chuckling. Then a frown appeared where the smile once was, his cigar had run out.
It was now time for the mission to begin. The team was outside the subway station waiting for the clock to strike 8. B.A. and Murdock were arguing about something silly as they always were while Hannibal and Face were outside the van smoking their cigars. "I have an odd feeling about this, Dad." "About what?"...I actually already know the answer to that question. But when it comes to this kid it's important to talk about things and show him you care. Or he just might end up receding into his makeshift mental shell, bottling up feelings like he usually does. Maybe one day I can teach him to talk about what he feels more often and know we'll be there when he wants to. Then again he'll always be a little private. I can't argue with that. All I can do is show him my love no matter what happens and hope one day he'll learn… This is what Hannibal thought as he looked into his son's eyes imploringly for an answer. "This all just feels," Face paused in uncertainty searching for the right word. All he could think of was, simply, "off." "How is that?" "I don't know. You know the feeling when you're sure something bad will happen?" "We went over the plan numerous times, Face. I think we will be okay. Trust me, we're more than prepared. Piece of cake, right?" "If you say so," said Face a little drearily. Little did they know that the next time Hannibal uttered the words 'piece of cake', it would be for an entirely opposite reason.
Chapter Six: All Gone Wrong
"Alright, fellas, it's time to go in," said Hannibal a Murdock passed him the money. Face said a silent prayer as they entered the subway station that was accented with graffiti. Face, Murdock, and B.A. would hide behind the door of the mob's secret hideout with their rifles at ready waiting for Hannibal's signal. The signal would be, 'nice doing business with you', as they all had agreed on. Hannibal would only say this if Marie's husband and baby were handed over to them. Murdock's job was to make sure the husband and baby got out of the building safely after that while Hannibal, Face, and B.A. would teach the mob a lesson to not mess with the A-Team and hopefully put them permanently out of business by shooting their place up. Then, they would tie them up and alert the cops on their location. Lastly, they would make a clean getaway. No muss, no fuss. Right?
Hannibal walked into the room with the money. Jackie Cerone looked up with an evil glint in his eye. Hannibal knew that look. It was the, 'I can't be trusted', look that always came with the inevitable hint of cockyness that he just loved to see go away when his team would dash in and render his slimeball henchmen useless. But most certainly there was also evil in his eyes. Sadly, Hannibal could never make the evil part disappear. Anyways, Hannibal put the counterfeit on the table where Mr. Cerone sat while his goons stood behind him looking tough. "Open it," said Cerone in a deep, husky voice. Hannibal did as he was told and showed the money to Cerone. "It's all there," Hannibal said. "Bring them in," said Mr. Cerone, "Don't worry, we treated your brother in law and nephew particularly well. By the way, where's your sister?" "Look around you, this is no place for a lady with all the trash and graffiti in here," said Hannibal as he thought of Amy Allen, the journalist that used to help with missions all the time. She was very eager and would sign up to play Marie in a minute. None of the team members would admit to it out loud, but they all missed her. Cerone seemed to believe his answer as Mitch and Bryon Teeger were brought into the room with Mitch's hands cuffed behind his back. "Uncuff him please," Hannibal said. "Uncuff him!" said Cerone. "It was nice doing business with you," said Hannibal.
Immediately, B.A. and Face rushed in and held up their rifles at the unprepared guards who seemed to loosen their grip on their 45's as the switch progressed. B.A. tossed a rifle to Hannibal as Murdock came in to take Mitch and Bryon safely to the van. "Stand down!" said Cerone to his henchmen. The team began to shoot up their leir while Face went over to tie up the henchmen. "Put your guns to the ground! Now!" yelled Face. The 3 lowered their weapons as told as Face kicked them away. But one of the guns was kicked close to Cerone. As Face tied up the first goon, Mr. Cerone knew he couldn't shoot Face himself because Hannibal or B.A. would see him. So he kicked the gun to the third goon. Face couldn't hear this because Hannibal and B.A. were still shooting up their hideout. The third goon slowly picked up the gun. And right after Face turned around to pay attention to the second and third goon. BANG! The room went silent as Face yelped and collapsed slowly to the ground. B.A. shot the third goon in the head without haste and it took all of his strength to not shoot Cerone as well. Hannibal rushed to his son and called Murdock to bring the med kit and call the cops because they were going to gauze the wound and race to Dr. Maggie Sullivan, the doctor the team always went to for help. Face's breathing was quick and shaky. Hannibal was trying to calm him down as Murdock was pushing the gauze on his chest. Which in return made him gasp in pain. "I know, Kid. Just hang on." Hannibal was on the verge of tears... I have just gained a son, I can't lose him now. What if I never get the chance to legally adopt him. I'm so scared!... "Hannibal, we better get goin'. The cops are comin', man," said B.A. "Alright, B.A. and I will carry him to the van. Murdock, you make sure to keep putting pressure on the wound all the way there. Let's go!"
Chapter Seven: The Long, Miserable Drive
30 Minutes Until Arrival
Hannibal, Face, and Murdock was in the back of the van. Mitch was holding Bryon in Face's regular seat. The ignition went on and the van sped along the road in the direction of Maggie Sullivan's private practice. Face began shaking, he was going into shock. "S… so… cold," said Face in a weak whisper. Hannibal knew he couldn't put a blanket on him because Murdock had to keep applying the gauze. So he did the next best thing, he took off his jacket and put it around Face's shoulders while he positioned Face's body on his chest and held him tight as he held the gauze and made Murdock's job to keep handing him more and to take BP every 5 minutes.
20 Minutes Until Arrival
"B.A., can you drive any faster?" pleaded Hannibal. Face had just went unconscious. Hannibal was beyond terrified now. "I'm tryin' Hannibal," replied B.A. He wouldn't admit it but he was scared too. Face was like a little brother to him. Face would always go to him during the fights in their missions. He had now let him down... I should've caught the sucka before he shot Face… thought B.A. as he continued breaking every speed limit known to man.
Murdock also felt guilty… I should've been there… he thought as he looked at Face's pain stricken, pale face. "I feel terrible," he murmured to Billy, his imaginary dog, too quietly for anyone to hear. Face was the only person he could talk to about absolutely anything… Some way I've shown that to him… thought Murdock as he checked Face's BP again.
But out of everyone Hannibal felt the most guilty. He hadn't listened to Face when he said something felt wrong… What type of father am I to not take my own son's feelings seriously?... Hannibal thought. He had felt an urge to protect Face since the moment he met the cocky, smart alec in Vietnam. Good thing he had of Face would've been killed in the war. But now he had failed him. He was supposed to be his named his father in a few days. But most of all he was the one person who loved him the most and always would. As Hannibal held Face, passed out in his arms and planted a kiss on his head he realized that fact even more. They were meant to be together from the beginning. If only he hadn't waited until a week ago to tell him that.
10 Minutes Until Arrival
"Hannibal, Face's pulse is barely readable," said Murdock, "Oh my God, it's gone!" Hannibal immediately started to perform CPR. "Murdock, when I reach 30 compressions you do two breaths!" "Yes, sir." "B.A. go faster!" yelled Hannibal. B.A. floored the gas. When Murdock performed the two breaths, Face began to breathe on his own again and no longer needed CPR. But he was still passed out. Hannibal then positioned himself under Face like how it was before he began CPR."That was close," said Murdock as he was still shaking from the adrenaline. "Too close for ma' liking," grunted B.A. who was still flooring the gas.
5 Minutes Until Arrival
Face began to gain consciousness. "Hi, Kid," said Hannibal while trying not to cry. "Hur … hurts," rasped Face. "Shhhh… Don't worry, Son. We're almost at Maggie's," comforted Hannibal as he stroked his hair while still holding the gauze to his abdomen. "Hi, Facey!" Murdock chirped. "H … hi," said Face weakly. "How are you doing?" asked Murdock as he took Face's BP. "Not so good," "Well, don't you worry. Maggie will patch you up good as new! Won't she, Hannibal?" "Yep, we'll be back on missions in no time, Kid," replied Hannibal. "O … okay," said Face. Anyone could tell he was out of it. So Hannibal and Murdock dismissed their conversation and let Face relax until they arrived.