A/N My first fiction surrounding the A-Team whom I adored as a child. Especially Face. I do not own the A-Team, merely borrowed. Please read and reviews are as always, welcome.
It was a terminal case of, wrong place, wrong time but even as the handsome lieutenant tried to console himself of that fact, it still didn't help him out of this situation. As the two hospital orderlies man-handled him into a sparsely decorated, off-white private room, his calls for help went ignored, after all he was in the nut-house and he guessed screams and calls for help (especially when you were being chaperoned by two of the biggest and burliest on the staff) were common-place.
Wrong place and wrong time, he thought once more as he watched the balding doctor make ready a mean looking hypodermic loaded with happy juice. Face swallowed thickly as he was pushed down onto the bed and held down. No amount of struggling had helped him so far so he once again resorted to his words. He took great pride in being able to talk himself out of tight spots and he just hoped he was on top form for this particular scenario.
"Listen, Dr…"
"Morgan, but you knew that already." The middle aged man loomed over his captive patient, his expression as dark as the circles under his eyes.
"No, no you see, I'm Dr Howard from Howard and Lowe pharmaceuticals. I'm simply here to check on the progress of one of our drug-trial patients…" He put on his most sincere tone, having rehearsed this particular alter-ego on many occasions when he needed to spring Murdock from the hospital. The one thing he didn't need to fake was the fear as he eyed the menacing syringe. "All I'm guilty of is opening the wrong door, I got lost is all. This reaction is hardly what I would call appropriate behaviour for such an honest mistake."
"Sure, an honest mistake." Morgan began as he deftly swabbed the exposed skin on Face's arm and the hardened soldier felt his resolve crumble and resorted to struggling once again. "But I can't risk you telling the authorities what you saw. Not till it's over."
"I didn't see anything!" Face pleaded as he felt the needle scratch its way under his skin, followed by an uncomfortable iciness seep into his vein. The shot was delivered with precision and if he hadn't seen it coming, Face would have barely felt it.
"You saw my patient, and you must have heard his raised voice prior to my men opening the door to find you there." Face cursed his curiosity as the walls and ceiling started to do one crazy trick, bending and twisting like they were made of melting chocolate. "I'm not a violent man, I'm not about to hurt anyone else because of my mistake. So you will be fine here in the hospital until this is all over."
"Wha-t…?" The drug was working fast, whatever else was said, he didn't hear it, the whole world had gone into a crazy melt down as the drug took hold.