Crystal Clear

Rating: M / NC 17

Summary: Basically it's about Murdock and a young girl he first met in Vietnam. Fate brings them together again and the girl ends up being a (smaller) part of the A-Team because of her abilities. They fall in love which confuses Murdock and he feels guilty. But when a mission goes wrong he has to reconsider the way he is handling the situation. Please read the warnings guys, if you don't like what's in there, don't read!

NA: This fic changes the time on a couple of events for the story's sake….I hope I have found a decent way to manage this. Also I know the story has some parts in it that probably would never happen in "real life" or sound extremely made up, but I tried my best to keep it as real as can be. Oh and please excuse my absolutely dreadful English and feel free to suggest any kind of correction to make this sound less weird. Thanks guys!

Warnings: This is a horribly wrong story, written by an A-Team-addict and otherwise completely insane person. Contains explicit sexual scenes with a minor! Mentions of sex, death, sex and...more sex. Oh and a lot of romance, enjoy :D

- PROLOGUE -

I can't eat, I can't sleep
I can't sleep, I can't dream
An aversion to light
Got a fear of the ocean.
Like drinking poison, like eating glass.

- Bloc Party

- INTRODUCTION -

'I can't eat. I can't eat!' she thought to herself while she was sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria, her lunch in front of her.

'Why the heck can't I eat?'

Recent events were just enough to drive her up the wall. She was annoyed by the fact that she hadn't been able to eat right since well...about a week ago. A week ago, when her whole world got turned upside down, inside out and everything got flipped around. Nothing was the way it was before. Well actually things were kinda the same, but just not in that particular matter. She was never as confused as she had been at this point in her life. Things couldn't be fixed by thinking logically or calculating like crazy and then finding her way around them, the way she always solved her problems. To be honest, she didn't know what to do...

CHAPTER 1: Welcome to my world –

Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late

- Counting Crows

THE PAST

They've always had a connection, though, a different kind. The kind that makes you feel like a blind man who suddenly can see again...every time they were together. He didn't want to believe it was true but the first time he saw her back in Vietnam hit him exactly like that. She was only a child then and he felt the need to protect her urging inside him like with no one else before. Her dad had been the head physician at one of the biggest field hospitals in Vietnam. Her mother died during a horrible incident when she was 5 years old. So since no family was left, her dad took care of her and against all sanity and reason one would say, took her to the hospital with him because she was the only thing he had left in his life. She usually never strolled around the hospital, and generally was forbidden to do so. Behind the hospital lay an old Vietnamese villa who was once occupied by a Vietnamese army doctor and his family. The US Army called it their own when they fled because of the war.

Sometimes Murdock wondered what any Army officials would say if they wouldn't depend on him that much and if they realized this little girl was here with the doctor. There must have been some agreement and high amounts of money involved, he thought to himself. Little did he know then that it was all part of a bigger plan.

The doctor and his daughter, as well as most of the nurses and other doctors found a place to live in that

abandoned place during that time. Not a word was spoken about the doctors crazy ways of bringing his child to a place like that although everybody wondered how he managed to keep his child by his side. It was always rumored he was the best in his field and that's why authorities had let him have his way. They had nobody else and he didn't want to put her in a foster family or a children's home for the time he'd be stationed over there, it was his biggest fear to lose his precious child, so the otherwise so sensible doctor brought her along with him. Also, he loved his child dearly and spent all of his free time, if he had any, playing with his daughter in the enormous backyard of the house.

The sounds of bullets, tanks, crashing airplanes and screaming soldiers seemed far away at those times...

The first time he was in that hospital was after his helicopter crashed. He was the only one surviving the crash, even if wounded badly enough for doctors to wonder if he'd make it. It had been his third surgery that day and he was asleep until night had fallen. When he woke up and opened his eyes he almost cried out loud as his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room - she was standing right in front of him. The girl he saw when he was rushed to the hospital. He took a quick look at her. She didn't say anything, she just stared at him. She must have been around 4 or 5 years old. She had pale white skin, beautiful deep blue eyes and her golden-blonde hair was hanging wildly around her shoulders. She definitely hadn't had a decent haircut in a while or maybe she just didn't like to brush it?

He shook his head in disbelief. His eyes must've played a trick on him. He closed them for a short time and when he opened them again...she was gone. He was sure he must've dreamed this. What would a little girl be doing at a time like this, at a place like this? He closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Well at least he tried. Nightmares haunted most of his night and when the nurses woke him up in the morning, he felt horrible. He didn't think of the girl the whole day until things started getting creepy at night yet again.

He awoke from a horrible nightmare and sat up in his bed, sweating and breathing heavily when he looked at the half opened door and saw her silhouette in the dark. He shook his head once again and rubbed his eyes, but this time, she was still there after he opened them again. Her curious eyes staring right at him, making him feel as if she could see trough him...in a strange kind of way. Getting it together he finally decided to give it a try and talk to her.

"Well hello there little lady, what are you doing up here in the middle of night?" His voice sounded rough and shaky.

She didn't move neither said a word. She just stared in his eyes. It wasn't until now that his eyes adjusted to the dark so that he could see her more clearly. Thank god, he thought to himself, because it proved that he wasn't seeing creepy little girls in his head and that she was really here.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping right now?"

She blinked, once, twice, nothing happened.

Murdock didn't know what to do or say, he hadn't been in a situation like this before. Come to think of it, he was never alone with a child his entire life. Of course he remembered being one, and hanging out with the neighbourhood kids but still...this was something he hadn't planned for at all when he knew he was going to Vietnam.

He didn't realize he was off in his thoughts again, when he noticed her walking closer to him. She didn't seem scared like yesterday night. She seemed curious, and he thought it was actually kind of funny how he could see right through her as well and noticed how she had to fight her fear over her curiosity to come even more closer.

"There's no need to be shy lil' missy, I won't hurtcha." He said and smiled. Strangely, he could again, as he realized hadn't been smiling in a long time.

She looked at him when, suddenly, they heard footsteps in the hallway.

He didn't even finish whispering "you better hide.." when the girl quickly turned around, opened the closet, got in and quietly closed it's doors again right before the nurse stopped at the door and opened it. Murdock pretended to be asleep and the nurse walked over to check his blood pressure while he was sleeping. She scribbled down something, presumably on his patient chart and then she left and closed the door.

Murdock waited. He didn't hear the closet doors open and looked right at the doors when all of a sudden he realized the little girl was standing right in front of him again.

"Whoa how did you do that? You are a sneaky little lady I have to tell you that…I'm impressed!"

They saw less than before now, since the door was fully closed, but still enough from the outside lights and the moon over the hospital. When he looked at her face he noticed a corner of her mouth twitching and almost turning into a halfway-smile. It wasn't enough though, for a real smile. Maybe he just thought she was doing it...after all, children were supposed to at least smile, weren't they?

He chuckled and immediately felt the stinging pain coming from his broken ribs. He must've been leaning on his side too much. A quiet sound of pain came from his lips and he leaned back a bit more. The girl stared again. No signs of a smile.

"No worries little sneaky, I'm fine, I just …."

He didn't finish his sentence when he noticed a tiny cold hand on his mouth.

He looked at her and wondered how she got up to him when he noticed she had stepped on a bedpan which she turned upside down. She had trouble reaching him because she was, after all, a little girl with rather short arms.

She looked at him, took her hand away just to go a little further and put it on his forehead. He looked back at her, surprised, but then he closed his eyes and without opening them again for even a second he fell asleep. 'Must've been too much with the pain and the medications' he thought to himself before everything went black.

The next day passed faster than he had expected. The Colonel, Lieutenant and Sergeant came to visit him since they had just returned from the mission he was pulled out of early. Happy to see them all healthy he told them he was feeling better already and ready to go out on mission again. They talked for a while and then they left. Murdock was on his own again. Some nurses came by, took his blood, gave him lots of different infusions and he was in a weary sleepy state for the rest of the day. He wondered though if the little girl, who's name he still didn't know would come to visit him again tonight. He tried to not think of her today, but after last night it was kinda hard. Why would she sneak away at night? Why didn't anybody notice her missing? Why in god's name does she choose him to visit? Or does she visit other patients too? He hoped that if she came tonight, he could get her to talk at least a little bit.

It was about 2 pm when Murdock awoke with a scream. He'd had one of those dreams again…the flight, getting his comrades out of the war zone, getting hit, the stinging in his arm, the noise of the propellers slowly giving up, the smell of the fire entering the cockpit, his war buddies bleeding faces, the big bang and then…darkness. Just darkness. Peaceful at some point, when he thought it was over for good and then waking up in the hospital.

He looked around and wasn't surprised at all to see the little girl standing at his bedside the third night in a row.

"Hey there" he mumbled "sorry if I scared ya…I was just having a bad dream, you know."

She looked at him, looked like she was about to say something but then didn't. It didn't take much for him to figure out this girl was anything but normal. And she was so beautiful too. He couldn't remember ever seeing something so beautiful. She almost looked like a big doll. Her big blue eyes, the blonde soft yet wild hair, those rosy cheeks the pale skin and her beautiful full rosy lips…she reminded him of a girl that used to live in his neighbourhood when he was a young boy...

"So…what have been up to today? Did you sleep in since you stayed awake so long?"

No response.

"Why won't you tell me your name little missy? I figured it would be around time since this is your third visit to my room in the middle of the night."

He gave her a big grin, as big as it could get considering the circumstances they were in. She looked at him, motionless. Though she seemed to understand everything he was saying very clearly. He had gotten a fever that day and felt it rising again, slowly getting weaker.

"So you hang around here a lot huh? Isn't this a sad place to be for a child? Where are your parents? And above all…why are you here?...I mean, did somebody find you and bring you here? Do you need help?"

Her eyes flinched when he said "parents", he noticed that. The girl took the bedpan again from under the bed, turned it upside down and got on top of it so she could be at a better level with Murdock. She came as close as the night before. He remembered her hand on his forehead and how good it had felt. And before he knew what was happening, she had taken a swing and got onto his bed right next to him. Those were just small hospital beds, but she somehow managed to find the right spot to sit.

"Oh hey there, whatcha doin'?" He said, the fever getting increasingly worse and the painkillers kicking in.

She kept staring at him. Then, she turned her head around and started humming.

"Hmmm hm hm hm hm hmmm hmm hmmmm..."

Murdock realized she was humming Mockingbird. He felt sleepier and sleepier and soon he was off, dreaming again. For the first time in a while, Murdock did have no nightmares that night.

When he awoke the girl was gone and the sun was about to rise. He wondered what in the world the little girl wanted from him. It wasn't safe for a child to run around at an Army Hospital in freaking Vietnam, especially not at night.

The Colonel paid him a visit that afternoon and he decided to tell him about it.

"Colonel, call me crazy, but I have been seeing a little girl 3 nights in a row now, in my room, and I am almost a hundred percent sure she is not just in my brain."

The Colonels eyes widened when he mentioned the girl. Did he know something? Murdock eagerly awaited his answer.

"Did you really? Well Captain, I can reassure you, you are not as crazy as you think you are. There have been rumors, and I'm quite aware that they are true, that she is the head physicians daughter."

"He brought his daughter here?!" Murdock couldn't believe it.

"As far as I'm concerned, she is the only thing the man has. Her mother died when she was just a baby and ever since then he brings her everywhere he goes – no excepctions. But again, it is all a big secret."

"And they let him get away with that?"

"Well he wasn't always an Army Physician you know. He practiced in many different hospitals all around the world. They say he is the best in what he does. It's a miracle he even considered being a head physician in a place like this. Lord knows what drove him to do so."

"I haven't seen him yet, they say he's old?"

"He should be around 54."

"Interesting…"

"And the girl comes to your room at night? Tell me about that Captain."

"Well, at first I thought it was all in my head 'cause I think I've seen her once around here…but then…last night was the third night in a row. She doesn't talk, she mostly just stares, waits till I'm back asleep and then is gone the next morning. I have absolutely no idea why she visits me at night or what she wants from me."

"Well, I have no idea what she could want from you. I won't tell the nurses…for now. I know her father loves her dearly…though he probably wouldn't want her running around in this hospital at night, but I don't want to get them in trouble. It's a miracle how she even gets in here considering all the security guards around the mansion and the hospital…"

"She is sneaky Colonel, I don't even hear her coming or anything. It is as if she makes no sounds."

A nurse came in and they stopped talking.

"Well Captain I have to go. Keep me updated on your situation, I'll visit you again tomorrow, then we're off for another mission."

"Take care Colonel!" He said, and saluted him.

This night, when Murdock awoke, screaming once again, she wasn't there. He waited for another hour before he went back to sleep again. He wondered if everything was okay with her.

The next day, Murdock felt a lot better. The fever had gone and he could move around more. He even was able to stand up and walk a few feet with crutches, which relieved him a lot.

He noticed he had lost a lot of weight though. His arms and legs seemed so skinny under the swellings from the crash. 'Oh well, it could've been worse.'

When he awoke that night, it wasn't because of a dream. Somebody whispered in his ear. He could barely hear it.

"H.M." it was a whisper as soft as a feather brushing against his ear. It sounded like an Angel. For a second he thought he was dying. This must've been it. Did the fever come back? What a shame. But it couldn't be that an Angel called him in his dream? Her voice was so sweet. It must've been an Angel, he thought. But he had gotten so much better that past day…how could he be dying now? He thought about it for a while, then decided it wasn't gonna do any good and answered.

"...mmmyeah...?" he murmured, eyes still closed, when a rattling on the bed finally awoke him and made him open his eyes.

It was her. She was wearing a white night gown. No shoes or socks, and her hair wild as always. She must've gotten back on the floor when he answered. Thinking about it, she did look like a little Angel with the white gown and her blonde hair and blue eyes.

For a moment, they just stared, as always. Had it gotten their way of saying hello?

"How…how do you know my name?"

She looked at him, went to the foot side of the bed, took his record papers and presented them to him from the distance.

"Oh so you can read? You must be really smart." He smiled.

She put the record back, walked towards him and sat on his bed again, quietly sneaking on it as if she climbed around in those beds all day.

For a while they were really quiet. Him, laying in his bed, her, sitting on the edge of it looking at him. Suddenly, she turned her head away.

"You scream every night." She said, not looking at him.

Murdock was perplexed. He didn't expect that. He didn't expect anything would come from her ever…and there she was telling him what he already knew with her oh so innocent voice.

"I do? Well yes I suppose I do..haha…I, it's just, I have…bad dreams I guess and…that's why. You know the kind of dream where you get a little scared."

"Nightmare." she said softly, still not looking him in the eyes.

"Yeah but it's no biggie…I'm sure it'll go away real soon." he smiled.

"I have nightmares." she said.

"Is that why you're up and around here every night?" He needed to know the reason why she came here.

"No."

"Well if it isn't because of the bad dreams….why do you come here? You've visited me every night since I got here."

"I don't know." Was she lying?

"Well you can't sleep obviously and then…you just start wanderin' round?"

"I…can sleep. I wake up and…then I can't sleep anymore. I come here and nobody notices. They never do."

Murdock noticed a hint of a waggy smile coming from the side of her face.

"So you like strolling around and not getting caught?"

"It's highly amusing." she said, her face now turned to the door so he could only see one half of it.

He didn't expect her to say something like that. It was weird for a girl that age. But he was so excited because she finally was talking to him, he didn't care right now how or in what way she spoke. There was a long break. Both of them didn't talk. Murdock wanted to know more but didn't want to put any pressure on the little girl telling him about her life. He was as curious as ever though. After a while he decided to ask her another thing.

"Why do you choose to come visit me out of all the patients here?"

Her shoulders twitched, for a second only. Barely noticeable if Murdock hadn't had such a good eyesight at night. Once again there was a longer pause.

"I was moving about aimlessly the night you were admitted when I heard you scream. I came into your room. I remained there for a while since I couldn't go back yet. Your movements and words are...interesting."

Okay...that was the longest sentence she said to him so far…so he was 'interesting?'. Maybe that girl was just about as crazy as he was starting to become. Where did she learn to talk like that? She got a kick out of wandering round hospital hallways at night and…she didn't seem scared at all. Actually she didn't seem to show that many emotions at all. And if it hadn't been dark, Murdock could've seen her cheeks blush a little, as she was telling him this.

"I have to leave." she said, hopping of the bed quietly.

"Wait!" he whispered loudly "You haven't told me your name yet!"

She turned around, those ice blue eyes staring at him again like blue diamonds, you could even tell in the dark.

"Jamee."

And without turning around once more again, she snuck out of the room and disappeared.

'Jamie?' he thought to himself. 'What a strange name for a girl…' Soon he fell asleep.

The next day, Murdock was allowed to get up again and walk around for a bit. He enjoyed finally being outside again, even if it was hot and humid and you could hear the sounds of war and marching soldiers nearby. He thought of his comrades he had lost. He couldn't even attend their last call. When he finally got out of here, he'd go and visit them…well, their graves of course. It saddened him, the thought of the 4 other soliders who are now all dead. They won't ever come back and it hurt him deeply. He even went as far as thinking if he'd only done this or that, maybe they'd still be alive. But there is no way yet a chopper hit straight in the rotator by a missile can be landed safely. He wondered why his life was spared.

All those thoughts going round his head, he had lost track of where he was actually going. Slowly but steady he'd made his way in the direction to the big villa. He thought of Jamee. She had talked to him finally last night. She told him she had nightmares…he wondered what they were about and why they were so bad that she couldn't get back to sleep again. He still felt sorry for the little girl, trapped here in that villa in a war zone. In his opinion, her dad may be the best doctor there is but he must be out of his mind bringing her with him.

The villa was huge. The big gate was open and even if they wanted to close it, they couldn't because the metal rods forming the gate had been demolished. Two security guards were standing on each pole that held the gate. You could see the driveway, the huge entrance door and even plants and grass were there, though the dry weather also showed its effect on them. Some nurses passed him and went inside. He just stared. There were some bigger bushes and small trees that covered the a big area of the backyard. Was that a swingset back there? He couldn't see anything clearly so he just assumed. It looked colorful. Weird for a sad place like this. The only colors he had seen in a long time were green, green more green and of couse the ever present sandy colors. Through all the sadness of the war and this place, the villa looked kinda peaceful though. He was sure that if you were inside and didn't hear the noises of the outside, you could almost forget this was a warzone.

He turned his head and suddenly he heard someone giggling. He thought it must've been one of the nurses but he couldn't see anybody. He was about to walk away when he heard it again this time even louder. He turned around and he saw…Jamee? It must've been her. She was running, he realized. Behind the trees he could see her tiny silhouette. She was actually laughing? Now he saw her more clearly, she passed the trees, he could see her whole body now, the tiny feet running, smiling and then – she stopped. She saw him. And she went silent. No smile anymore. Curiosity would have been a perfect description of the look on her face. He found himself smiling. He never thought of anything as cute, but she was, he realized that now. She looked at him, still, and carefully started to walk towards him. This was the first time he saw her during the daytime. She really was gorgeous no doubt about that. She took a few steps into his direction and he actually looked forward to seeing her close in daylight but of course, she must've not been allowed to leave the premises.

Then, as he already suspected that it would happen, somebody was calling her name from afar. She lifted her hand for a second as if she wanted to wave a goodbye, but then she dropped it again and quickly turned around to leave. What a weird little girl. Feeling the all familiar pain coming back, Murdock lifted the crutches and turned around to go back to the hospital.

"So it was your dad who called you back?"

She sat next to him on his bed and nodded. She was wearing her white night gown again. He couldn't believe the little angel made it back to him again, he thought they'd be watching her more now since she tried to leave that day.

"So…you're in trouble now or what?"

"No."

He looked at her.

"You're definitely not a very talkative one li'l missy" And gave her a wink in the dark.

She didn't say anything.

"…did you have a bad dream again? Is that why you're here again?"

She looked at him.

"I have it every night. Daddy gives me medication against it but it doesn't help."

"Is it a really really bad dream?"

"...yes" she whispered.

"Will you tell me what happens in it?"

For a moment he could hear her exhale deeply. She was thinking. She probably didn't want to talk about it. But, to his surprise, she continued.

"It varies. But in the end…Mommy is always gone." She said, her voice shaking.

Murdock felt bad. He didn't want to intimidate her by asking her about the dream.

"I'm so sorry." He said.

"I'm sure it will subside. Daddy says it will go away. And then I won't feel so depressed anymore."

"Your dad brought you here with him right?"

"Yes."

"Do you know why?"

"He says I'm the only thing he has left in this world. He won't ever leave me, he promised."

There was a long pause again. She turned her head to the side and now looked at the door.

"But he does..."

"You're alone a lot?"

"No. People surround me most of the time. The nurses seem to be fond of trying occupational therapy on me."

"Is that why you talk this way? Sorry, it's just, I've never heard a 5 year old talk this way."

"My intelligence seems to interfere with building up a way of speaking like….a child…I suppose."

"So you really are very, very smart."

"All I know is I have an IQ of about 170 and Daddy says it will get higher as I grow." She paused. "Also, I tend to read a lot and the nurses and Daddy teach me a whole lot of different things."

"D'you have a favorite book?"

"mmmm…" The first time a sound coming from her mouth that seemed suitable for a 5-year-old. "I'd have to say 'Gone with the wind' ."

"Aren't you way too young to read stuff like that?"

"How do you know it?" She asked.

"Well it's a movie too…I saw the movie once…girly stuff I think-"

"I didn't know that. But I'm not too young to read it. Maybe I'm too young to understand it, but I will someday."

"Whatever kiddo, you're just a little weird-nut…like me" He winked.

"I'm not weird. I'm perceptually advanced."

She said it all in such a monotone way. He wondered what had happened to her that made her this way. Maybe she was a just little cuckoo, all the smart ones where in some kinda way, he'd figured.

"Big words for a little missy."

She looked down on the floor and yawned. He yawned too.

"Well I guess we should call it…a morning? I dunno, but I think you should at least try to get some more sleep don't you think? I think I need some too…"

She looked at him, then she kissed the palm of her hand and put the hand with the kissed side on his forehead. He was surprised.

"It makes bad dreams go away." She said, like a child her age was supposed to say things like that.

He smiled. "It does? Well if that is so…"

He kissed the palm of his hand as well, and reached out to her head. She was sitting completely still and, as she saw his hand come closer, squeezed her eyes shut…Murdock saw she was getting nervous.

"I won't hurt you" He said, putting his hand very slowly and softly on her forehead.

She shook for a second as his hand touched her forehead. Then her eyes became more relaxed, though they were still closed. The sensation of touching her hit Murdock right in the stomach. It felt…surprisingly good as well as comforting to himself. She had baby-soft skin and her forehead was slightly warmer than it's supposed to be. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes while he took his hand away. Without saying a word, she silently jumped off the bed and left the room. Murdock lay awake for a while, wondering about the situation. It was strange and unknown to him. The following weeks of Murdock's stay at the hospital were a standard procedure. He recovered very well and did not want to be sent home for recreation. He wanted to go out there with his team as soon as possible and doctors said he will be good as new when he entered regular service again. Jamee had visited him almost every night. She talked more and more every time she visited him and the two had become good friends. In that time, Murdock had learned that Jamee seemed to have been kidnapped with her mother once by gangsters who wanted money in order to release them. Her father paid them but during captivity Jamees mother fell ill and never recovered. It seemed so hard for her to talk about it and he highly regarded the kids bravery to tell him about the most unpleasant thing she had experienced in her short life.

"…and then not even Daddy could not help Mommy anymore and she fell asleep and did not wake up again."

"Do you know what that means?" He wondered, if the kid was aware of death in humans as much as she was with ants or anything a kid that age purposely stepped on to see it dead.

"It means...she won't ever wake up again. And it means...she sleeps in her grave, like all people do, when their time has come."

For the time passing, Murdock noticed some changes in her behaviour though. She actually smiled at him a lot more than he'd ever expected, thinking she grew happier as their talks deepened. Her intelligence was amazing though, she would often tell him about how she sometimes got on her fathers computer and found her way round the system since he allowed her to play some games on it. He would tell her about flying planes and choppers and things of all kind and she enjoyed listening to his stories and even seemed to understand basic mechanical issues. She remembered technical details he'd told her and the way planes and choppers work, she knew what air pressure was and even had a kind of understanding for the velocity of those vehicles.

Murdock grew healthier and healthier, often strolling around the villa and looking at her through the big fences and bushes behind which she was hidden so well…during the day. He heard her laughter once. A real genuine laughter and it sounded so sweet. She must've played hide and seek with one of the nurses as he heard a female voice yelling "come back here little lady!" when he heard her running and laughing.

One day, standing in one of the hallways at the hospital he couldn't help but overhear a talk between two nurses who seemed to know Jamee. He could only hear parts of what they were saying.

"Jamee got so much happier the last couple of weeks don't you think?"

"It's amazing…she never interacted much with anybody but yesterday after my shift was over she came up to me and showed me a little paper plane she had made."

Murdock smiled.

"Gee I hope she will stay that way, she's so much better than before, I'm so happy for her and her especially father."

"Did you know he was…"

"Captain Murdock, it's time for your examination!"

A nurse interrupted him listening, he didn't mind. He was happy their late night talks had an effect on little Jamee. He'd grown really fond of her and couldn't help but smile when he went to his appointment with accompanied by the nurse. Who would've thought a helicopter crash could ever turn out to be the trigger of events like those? Life sure was a strange thing. But he was lucky to be alive these days.

Well, that's it for chapter one. I know it isn't exactly easy to read as nothing much happens, but I had to explain the depth of their relationship. Read the next chapter, it get's better ;)