Even the most smallest of road bumps the van hit along the way to the hospital made Face's stomach churn uneasily. He sighed and Hannibal glanced over the seat at him. "What's on your mind, Face?"

Face shrugged. "Just a little...yeah..." He shook his head, crossing his arms and leaning back trying to appear more relaxed. His boss hardly believed him but turned back to the front, enjoying his last few puffs on the cigar before he had to put it out. B.A. pulled the van into the parking garage and turned it off, the three sitting silent and still.

"C'mon," B.A. broke the silence. "Let's go see the fool."

Face nodded and Hannibal opened the door first, waiting until the others were beside him and they walked into the hospital.

James had a spoon in his hand and was stabbing a bowl of orange jello with it, his nose scrunched up as if it smelled very bad. Hannibal knocked twice on the door frame before letting himself in. James looked up at them and shook his head, shoving the jello bowl away. "This is nasty." He complained as soon as they were around the bed. "What is it anyways?"

"Jello..." Face murmured, staring into the bowl absently. James watched him, his eyes narrowing. "You're the one who ran out like a baby yesterday." He stated.

Hannibal took a seat in the recliner, B.A. on the long bench under the window, but Face remained on his feet, his eyes sliding to meet with James'. "Excuse me?"

"You...ran...out...like...a...baby...yesterday." James repeated much slower and Face seethed a little. "I did not."

"Did too. I was right here."

Face crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows. "So you remember that, but you don't remember me?"

"Face," Hannibal warned, his voice low.

James' face turned to that of confusion. "I don't know you-"

"Shut up." Face turned sharply and stormed to the bathroom across the room. "What's his problem?" James demanded of the other two as Face stared at himself in the mirror, taking in deep breaths and smoothing his hair back. "That dumb fool's just in a bad mood. I might just go shove his face into the mirror if he don' be nicer." B.A. added in a louder voice.

James looked at him. "You've got a bad attitude. That should be your name, Bad Attitude. B.A., A.B., something like that." James shook his head, missing the look B.A. shot Hannibal. The older man's eyes were wide and Face's eyes met his in the mirror. "What is your name?" James' voice broke the awkward silence and B.A. opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again.

"It's Bosco...Bosco Baracus. But they call me...B.A.," He broke off, seeing James frown. "Problem with my name?"

"No," James shrugged. "It's just kinda disappointing how you're trying to confuse me." Upon seeing Hannibal and B.A.'s confused looks, he went on. "I know no one calls you B.A. because I just said that. You're trying to humor me, and-"

"Whoa, humor you?" B.A. chuckled angrily, shaking his head. "Listen here, fool. I have no problem pickin' you up and trowin' you into a strong river righ' now if you dare call me a liar."

Hannibal shot B.A. a warning glance but James leaned towards Bosco. "Is that a threat? You honestly think I'm callin' you a liar? I don't know you, you think I'm going to just believe you?"

Face was coming back out in time to see B.A. rise to his feet and grab James by the collar of the hospital gown, pulling him so their noses were a hairsbreadth apart. "I'm sorry. What was that?"

"B.A.!" Hannibal jumped out of the chair and put his hands on the bigger man's shoulders. "This is not something to get all mad about, let James go. Now." Hannibal added in his 'In-Charge' voice. It took a few seconds, but B.A. loosened his grip and glared down at James. Hannibal patted James' shoulder a few times, then turned icy eyes on his two men. "Outside. Now."

They stared at him, decided not to argue, and trudged out the door. "One moment." Hannibal said to James before leaving the room. He led the two down to the restrooms and closed the door behind him before whirling on his men.

"Boss...I know what you're going to say..."

"I dunno, man. I just dunno,"

they both stopped talking under Hannibal's flaring glare, trying to keep his voice level but clearly stern, he pointed a finger at them. "That is enough, alright? I know exactly what's going on here, and I do not approve."

"Yeah, well what's going on then?" Face challenged.

Hannibal's eyes flickered to him, ordering him to be quiet. "You're both angry. About what happened, you're angry that Murdock can't remember you, let alone anything else. And you're taking your anger out on him," He held up a hand when B.A. started to speak. "He has done nothing, he does not know anything about the current situation. I am willing to bet you anything he is scared to death."

They digested their boss' words and he went on. "How would either of you feel if you suddenly woke up and couldn't remember anything?"

They both looked down, Face biting down on his lip.

"Exactly. Especially when three strange, dangerous looking men suddenly come barging in talking to you as if they knew you very well. Because they do, you don't." Hannibal stopped, taking in a deep breath. Face and B.A. exchanged looks and nodded at their CO. "I hadn't thought of that." Face muttered.

"Now. We're going to go back in there and you are not going to act like a bunch of selfish jerks. Apologize to our Captain." As they trailed their boss, Face turned to B.A. and asked quietly, "Is he really that anymore?"

"I wish I knew." B.A. answered as they went in the room.

Face was first to react, going up to the bedside as James watched him warily, leaning back a little. "Look James. I'm really sorry. I should not have snapped at you, you didn't deserve that." He sighed, looking down at the sheets. "It's just been hard." When he looked back at James' face, he was relieved to see a nicer expression. Face half-smiled and James lifted the corner of his mouth ever so slightly, then pushed the bowl towards Face. "Here, I don't want this and you really like orange."

That made Face's eyes widen, his jaw falling. How'd he remember that? that's not possible. But he nodded, composing himself. "Oh...yeah. It is. Thanks." As he took the bowl and spoon, he caught Hannibal's eye and shot him a shocked look.

"Listen fool," B.A. stepped forwards. "You don't need to take everythin' I say too seriously. I didn't mean what I said about throwin' ya into a river."

James still looked scared of B.A. but nodded, trying to look calm. Once they had all composed themselves well enough, James looked them all over again with his eyes and piped up louder. "So, who are you guys anyways?"

A/N: Don't worry, he'll get out of the hospital really really soon, the next chapter is going to be longer. Review please! thanks!