This one has more of Hannibal's point of view than the others.

In this Hannibal is about 15, Murdock is 10, BA is 8 and Face is 5.

Chapter 3

General POV

"Well, then. How do you like it?" Hannibal asked the three boys.

"Tasty." Face answered around a mouth full of burger. Hannibal had been gone so long that Face had wondered if he was ever coming back. Honestly, the burger was richer than any food he'd ever tasted and it was starting to make him feel sick but he wasn't going to tell the older boys. The little boy was still worried about Murdock so had left Teddy with the older boy. Face looked over at Murdock, who had fallen asleep a short time after the friends talk, clutching Teddy in his arms.

"Best thing I've tasted in ages, Hannibal. Where'd you get it anyway?" BA asked the older boy. Hannibal just smirked as he started to eat his own burger.

"Face, why don't you go wake up Murdock. Don't want his food to get cold." Hannibal said, looking at the smaller boy. Nodding, Face wandered over to the older boy, shaking him on the shoulder.

Murdock's eye flung open, looking panicky. Flinching back, Face watched the concern come into his friend's eyes as awareness returned to the older boy.

"Food's here, Murdock." Face whispered as he made his way back to the other boys.

Guiltily Murdock followed close behind Face.

As he sat down, Murdock could see the anger in BA's face. "What'd you do fool?"

"Oh nothing, you ugly mudsucker." Murdock smiled as he saw Face smile. "Here you go Facey. Thanks for letting me borrow hm. Teddy is very good at comforting people." The youngest smiled as he hugged his teddy, burger dropped on the floor and forgotten.

"Don't ever call me that again sucka or you'll be a dead man." BA warned the crazy man.

"Now, calm down the both of you." Hannibal smirked around his cigar.

"No one tells me what to do sucka." BA warned. Hannibal just smirked. Arguments. That was what he was used to and by the looks of it that was what he was going to get from the younger boy. Never mind. At least it wasn't about anything so trivial.

"Tough look BA. Don't want to frighten the kid is all." Hannibal replied as he threw his burger packaging in the corner.

"It was the crazy fool who scared the kid, Hannibal." BA pointed accusingly at said crazy fool.

"He woke me up." Murdock replied, defensively.

"Murdock didn't scare me BA." Face piped up from his seat by the wall. "And neither did BA, Hannibal." Added the little boy.

Hannibal shrugged in reply, got out a cigar and walked out of the shelter. BA growled as he watched the older boy walk out before walking over to a wall. Murdock looked at the two other boys, avoided looking at the youngest thinking he was lying about not being scared and took his burger back to the corner. Face looked at the three older boys angrily before kicking his burger away, curling up where he was sat.

Same old same old. Hannibal thought as he absently kicked a stone. He was leaning against the wooden walls of the shelter. It was quiet outside. Nearly night. The bus stop the four boys had spent the whole day at was deserted. Hannibal frowned at the thing. He had to wonder what three little kids where doing out here all alone.

Hannibal got the feeling that Face had been left at the bus stop by his Mother but when he had no idea. Why no one had taken the kid to an orphanage thought, Hannibal had no idea. Then again, the kid did seem pretty stubborn. Probably wouldn't have gotten him very far away from there even if they had tried. Kid was still waiting for him Mother to show up. Hannibal sort of admired that about the 5 year old. Even if he couldn't understand it.

Murdock, well, Murdock definitely lived up to Howlin' mad Murdock. But the kid had lost both his parents. Can't have taken it too well. Hannibal felt sorry for him but there was nothing to be done about it. Chances where the kid wanted to get home just didn't have any idea where he was. The night before Hannibal had heard the younger boy mumbling lost over and over again. That probably explained why he was here.

BA though. He had a bad attitude. A damn bad attitude. Hannibal couldn't think of any reason why that the bulky little boy would come here. There was bound to be a reason but it didn't look like he was going to get very far. An argument. That was what was going to ensure if Hannibal tried to get an answer out of the kid. No chance. He was used to having too many arguments with his folks and listening to them yell at each other. No way was Hannibal going to try having another argument.

Why the hell did he say they were a family? Why did he want another family after everything that had happened with his proper family? Hell. This was a disaster. They weren't family. It was only a matter of time before some policeman came and found them. Well, John Smith was not being dragged back home. He was leaving first thing. As soon as light came he was gone. Nodding to himself, Hannibal walked back into the shelter.

Waking up, Hannibal groaned. It couldn't be morning already. Squinting his eyes open, the 15 year old looked around the room in search of the sound that had woken him up. He could see BA and Murdock groaning and moving to wake up. Well, that narrowed that down.

"You alright back there kid?" Hannibal asked as he stood up. Stretching, he made his way over to the smallest boy.

Face was stood with his head leaning on the wall. His bear was lying on the floor, in a pile of vomit. Cringing, Hannibal picked the thing up as the youngest kid, proceeded to vomit again.

"Don't feel so good." Hannibal could see that. Face was pale and shaking. Hell, the kid looked like he was about to keel over or something. Groaning, Hannibal wrapped the boy in a sort of hug from behind, gently helping the little boy sit on the floor. As the boy went downwards so did Hannibal and soon he had a lap full of sick kid. Looked like he was staying.

"BA, go see if can find some water, I think we've still got some money left from yesterday. Murdock, see if you can't get the kids bear cleaned up a little. I think there's a pond a couple of yards from here. Go use that."

"No." Face moaned as he struggled in Hannibal's grip. "Please." His voice sounded frightened.

"The bear needs to get cleaned up. Just like you do, okay. I promise Murdock's going to bring him right back." Murdock nodded as Hannibal handed him the thing.

Picking up a pack of clothes, he'd expertly hidden underneath a loose plank of wood, Hannibal took out a shirt. He then took the bottle of water he'd bought yesterday, and wet the shirt. He then proceeded to clean up the little boy. Silence followed as he did his work, but Face didn't move around so much.

By the time BA and Murdock came back, arguing about something or other by the sounds of it. Face was all cleaned up and sleeping peacefully. He was still quite pale but he looked a lot more peaceful lying under Hannibal's jacket. Murdock, carefully, slid Teddy into Face's arms. Luckily the kid didn't stir once.

"Hannibal." BA started as he put the water on the side. "There's police close by here. Sounds like they're clearing out all the nearby shelters." Shit Hannibal though as he ran through in his head what he was gonna do. If that was right, they couldn't be here when the police arrived. Not unless they wanted to get into a hell of a lot of trouble.

"Right, BA, grab the kid. Murdock, help me sort out mine and BA's stuff. We're leaving." Hannibal said as he grabbed his rucksack, watching as Murdock went over to where BA had placed his and saw BA start to wake up Face.