Face could hear voices, or rather, a voice. He didn't really want to wake up, but it had caught his attention. Recognizing it was HM talking quietly, he pulled through the sleepiness and opened his eyes the meet HM's startled ones.

"Facey?" the pilot asked carefully.

"Hmm?" he said, or hoped he said.

"Are you awake?"

"No" he sleepily returned the bright smile HM shot at him. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but his hand felt too heavy.

"Go back to sleep, Face." HM whispered to him. "It's still early. I'll wake you in a little while."

"'kay" he felt the pilot slip out of the bed and managed to stretch out arm to try to stop him, but only found warm sheets. Pulling the pillow to him, burying his nose in it, he let HM's scent lull him back to sleep.

"DruerieYow" Face thought the pilot whispered as he felt fingers in his hair.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was awake, the sun was up and he could smell coffee. He rolled out of bed, itchy from sleeping in his clothes again. A shower, change of clothes and coffee sounded amazing. His stomach growled as he opened the door and the smell of breakfast hit him.

HM was at the stove, plates of bacon, eggs, blueberry pancakes and French Toast sitting on the island. And most importantly, a fresh pot of coffee.

"Facey! Morning! I was just about to come wake you. Kyleen's hid all the cleaning supplies from me, do you think Barbeque sauce would be good on French Toast?"

"Not as bad as some of the things you tried, but I think I'll stick to syrup. I just want to grab a shower and a change of clothes first." He walked over to the room he used before, ignored HM's "Face, wait!" and turned the knob, he promptly shut the door. Turning, he saw HM sheepishly poking a spatula in a pan. "How...when..."

"Your bags by the couch." The pilot said. "You can use the shower upstairs." He grabbed the bag and did just that. When he came back down stairs, Kyleen was seated at the island, a full plate in front of her.

"Morning, Leor." She said brightly, eyes darting back and forth between him and HM.

"Leor?" HM said, turning his head this way and that, trying to see if the name fit.

"I know that An-lethwould be more accurate, but..." she shrugged.

"Why not Chere? Face is very friendly and welcoming."

"Not quite the sound I wanted. Same with I-lete and On-sene. I thought about Neb, but I like Leor."

Face ignored them both by concentrating on pouring himself a cup of coffee. Doctoring it to him liking, he looked up as a door opened. Hannibal, sleep pants hanging off his hips and smoothing down a t-shirt, came out the room Face had been using. Face shook his head, focusing on the food HM had prepared.

They ate in silence, HM finishing first, before making up a tray to take into Bosco. Kyleen had gone from smirking at him to just short of glaring. Once the door to BA's room shut behind HM, she kicked him under the table.

"You didn't tell him, did you, Leor!"

"Yes, I did." He affirmed, rubbing his shin under the table. At her glare, he wilted a little. "It's just...he was asleep at the time."

"I should kick you again." She said shaking her head with a sigh. Face pushed back with his feet, getting out of range.

"I can't just tell him! There are a lot of things to consider. Our friendship, and...and...and the team dynamic, right, Hannibal?"

"Oh, no!" the Colonel said, hands waving in front of him. "I've stayed out of this thing between you and Murdock for years! I'm not getting pulled in now!"

"What am I going to do wi-" she cut off, eyes going distant, as her head slowly turned towards the door. It was the look that Face now recognized as one immortal sensing another. She moved towards the door, he didn't know from where, but by the time she got there, she had a sword in her hands. She sighed, lowered sword, and turned just as Face heard a car. "It's just Adam."

"Good, there is something I wish to ask him." Hannibal commented, pushing away from the table and picking up the empty plates.

"Did you think it might be someone else." Face asked, joining Hannibal at the sink. Kyleen shrugged.

"You never know, plus with you running into McCormack last night, it's possible that he could have found this place. As I said, always be prepared."

"Aww!" Adam sighed as he surveyed the kitchen as he came in. "Did I miss one of James' breakfasts?"

"Yeah," Kyleen patted her stomach. "You can help me work it off. I haven't spared in a while."

"Spar?" Face asked, eyes raking up and down her slim form.

"Oh, no" Adam said, backing up quickly. "I've rather not die today."

"You'd do it for MacLeod"

"Yes, if MacLeod asked to spar, I would because he has those pesky morals that keeps him from maiming me!"

"MacLeod's a Paladin!" she snorted. "He doesn't just have morals, he has 'Codes of Honor'."

"And that's not a good thing?" Hannibal asked, looking at her strangely.

"Oh it is, just, you know, not when you're a judgmental asshole who expects the whole world to live by YOUR moral code and think it's YOUR job to stop everyone who doesn't."

"I take it that you don't like this MacLeod guy very much?" Faces asked, putting the dishes away. Kyleen sighed.

"He's not that bad of a guy." She said, looking ill as she said it. "we just have a slight difference in our view of the world. Now, you" she turned to Adam, "grab your sword and get outside or I'll pay off your tab at Joe's"

"Okay, fine!" Adam huffed, before turning and sulking outside.

"Um, wouldn't paying off his tab be a good thing?"

"Running joke that if his tab ever gets paid off, Joe won't have to keep serving him. As you see," she pointed to the box that Adam had brought in with him "He's never with out beer, claims it was invented for him."

Face and Hannibal poured themselves another cup of coffee, then followed them out. They took a seat on the steps just as the other two ended their preliminary stretches. Face didn't know what to expect, maybe that they would stand in the 'en guard' position like in all those old sword fighting movies, but they just stood there. Every so often one would twirl their sword, he blinked, then the sound of metal on metal came.

Strike, thrust, parry, and a bunch of other moves he didn't know the name of. A lot of it reminded him of the hand to hand bladed combat he trained at in the Rangers. It was just as fast and violent, if he didn't know better, he would have thought it was for real.

A hand on his shoulder had him moving over as HM squeezed in between him and Hannibal. He didn't blink as the pilot took a sip of his coffee, but winced as Kyleen pulled back, slicing Adam's side. A line of red appeared on the shirt, but neither of the fighters seemed to notice.

"It's amazing to watch, isn't it?" HM whispered. He could only nod. For another ten minutes it went on. First Adam, the Kyleen getting the upper hand. Stab, block, thrust, parry, spin block, strike, block. Until Adam released one hand from the hilt, jabbed at Kyleen's wrist, making her drop her guard, while his other hand brought his sword around to stop just short of it's goal, resting on her shoulder, blade just touching her neck.

Next to him, HM shivered. Looking over, the pilot's eyes were closed, head down. His hand was on HM's back before he told it to.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just...don't like seeing that. Even when it just this." His hand waved at the two fighters, who where coming over. HM reached behind them and handed over the bottles of water he'd brought out.

"You know," Adam said, after drinking half the bottle, poking at the hole in his shirt, "this was new."

Face stared, he could see the blood staining the shirt, could even see an oblong circle of dried blood on Adam's side, but in the circle, nothing but smooth skin.

"I'll buy you a new one. But I'm glad that this was just a spar, since I lost." HM whimpered.

"You might have lost, but it was amazing to watch." Hannibal said, gazing admiringly at Kyleen.

"Speak for yourself," Hm muttered. Face's hand run up his back into his hair, he started a slow massage of his scalp as he wondered what it was like for HM, this was the second fight he watched Kyleen loose in two day. He wondered if the pilot was worried about her going up against McCormack.

The other three were talking, he knew that, but all he could concentrate on was the feel of HM's hair under his fingers. It was silky smooth. He had the sudden urge to turn his head to take in it's sent, to see which shampoo the pilot used that day. Instead he arched his fingers a little, using a hint of his nails. HM let out a happy sound and tilted his head back into Face's hand.

Face hadn't realized that he closed his eyes, but opened them when he heard silence. HM was leaning into him and the other three were smirking at him. With one last scritch, he pulled his hand away from HM's head. The pilot gave a disappointing moan, before opening his own.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing, Hon." Kyleen said softly. "But Hannibal might want you two to pay attention."

"Oh, um, what's up. Boss?"

"Nothing much, Captain. Just wondered if you and Face would be interested in blowing up a Construction site tonight?"

"I think we might be able to pencil you in, Colonel!"

"We're going through with it?" Face asked.

"Yes. There's not much else we can do. We might not be able to stop McCormack permanently, but we can slow him down and make it harder for him the hurt our clients more. I'm taking the files to the clients later today. Adam's agreed to help out again."

"What if McCormack's there?"

"We'll deal with that then." Hannibal sighed.