A/N: I know it wasn't really a fridge Murdock knocked off in the movie, but hey, he thinks differently. And I just realized they seem to be in Montana a lot in my stories. Simple: I LOVE mountains and in the pictures I looked at of Montana, they seem to have mountains haha.
"John 'Hannibal' Smith, Colonel." Hannibal explained first, placing a hand upon his chest. Face stepped forwards. "Templeton 'Faceman' Peck. Call me Face." then, "Bosco 'B.A.' Baracus. That's B.A. to you."
James nodded, his eyes bright. "You guys in the military?"
"Were, yes." Face muttered, looking down.
Everyone moved then; B.A. went to the recliner and snatched the TV remote off the table. Face perched on the bench and Hannibal leaned against the wall. "I think you'll be released soon." He noted and as if to back up his response, a nurse opened the door and entered, smiling at everyone before glancing at her clipboard. "Mr. Smith, you have recovered at a shocking rate. I believe you will be able to leave in the morning," She turned to Hannibal as he came forward. "And you'll be taking him?"
Hannibal nodded. "Oh yes, he is my son."
The nurse scrutinized Hannibal for a moment. "Hmm. You don't look very alike, but that's not for me to judge." She smiled pleasantly again and left them.
B.A. sat in the driver's seat in the van as Hannibal checked James out. James refused the wheelchair, he stumbled away from it, tripping and managing to catch himself on the desk. The nurse eyed him warily and Face quickly went to his side, helping him up. Using Face as a support system, James got out the doors and to the van. He started laughing and three pairs of eyes stared at him uncertainly. "Is there something funny, James?" Hannibal asked curiously.
He half shrugged, half nodded and drew in a deep breath. "I swear I saw this exact van in a dream once," He broke off, sighing as they climbed in the van. "Man, it was a strange dream."
Seeing an oppurtunity, Face pushed him on. "What was the dream about?"
"Well, I was in this helicopter and there were these other dudes, they were yelling at me to get going and I knocked something really big on this van below me and it looked just like this one." He turned to Face. "Weird, huh? I think it was a fridge, because it was big."
"A little strange." Face murmured, keeping his eyes straight ahead and seeing B.A.'s knuckles tighten on the steering wheel. James watched out the window as the land of Montana passed by as they left the small town and moved out into the country land. "Where are we going?"
Hannibal turned and smiled at James. "To our temporary home. I think you'll like it."
James seemed to grow excited as they drew nearer and nearer the cabin on the big hill top, surrounded by woods. The front overlooked the country land, high rising mountains in the distance. Eyes wide, James jumped out the van blindly, his eyes locked on the view. Behind him, Face suddenly remembered something and popped back in the van, retrieving a thick envelope and slamming the back door shut.
"Hey boss," He called as Hannibal climbed the porch steps. He turned to Face jogging over and then handed the envelope off to Hannibal. "I got the records you asked for during that mission when...well here they are."
Hannibal turned them around and lifted the cover, peering inside then nodded at Face. "Good job. Let's get some lunch, now."
As they went inside, B.A. came up to James' side. "You like?" He wondered.
"Yeah..." James breathed, his eyes darting back and forth across the land. B.A. clapped him on the shoulder before turning towards the cabin. "I think they're makin' some food, and I'm starvin'. Let's go."
Looking away slowly, almost painfully, James followed B.A. up the porch into the cabin where the sound of slamming cabinet doors and water from the faucet greeted them. Face was just sitting at the round table when the two walked in, his hands playing with the envelope before slowly opening the flap. He scanned the first page.
Colonel John 'Hannibal' Smith
Below was a black and white picture of the man flopping a hamburger patty into the pan on the stove. It listed his age, height, race, and everything else the military seemed to know. Which was basically everything.
He flipped that page over and was met by more status on his CO. Six pages later, he found a new face.
Sergeant Bosco 'B.A.' Baracus
B.A.'s picture looked more mean than Hannibal's had, his eyes narrowed and his mouth turned down in a deep frown. Face peeked up at B.A. as he got down hamburger buns from when they stocked the house a few days back. He looked just about as angry. Face wasn't shocked, though. He flipped six more pages.
Captain James 'Howling Mad' Murdock
Face moved his eyes down a little more slower to the picture of the Captain, his mouth turned up in a huge grin, giving the likely hood that he was laughing at the camera. His eyes were bright and had that maniac glint in them. As Face looked at the man in the picture to the same man now standing at the sink, a cup in his hand and carefully turning the knob on the sink, he saw the new difference. It stung.
There was an extra page added to his, from the VA in Germany. Face flipped that and raised his eyebrows.
Templeton 'Faceman' Peck
He bit his lip as he felt them trying to turn up in a smile. Mug shot regarded, he thought, I look pretty good.
"Face, wanna get some plates?" Hannibal's voice made Face jump a little, his head snapping up to see Hannibal holding a pan of cooked patties stacked on top of each other. "Oh, yeah." He hopped up, shuffling the papers back into the envelope and tossing that onto the counter. He turned and was met by a stack of plates being held out to him. James half-smiled when Face took the plates, nodding once.
It was not as good as the three had hoped for. Their certain chef was not the creator, but he didn't seem to see any problem. Hannibal chuckled as James hungrily finished his burger and grabbed a handful of fries. "They don't feed you very well in hospitals, do they?"
James shook his head. "Jello and fake mashed potatoes."
"You can get better food in a school." Hannibal agreed. Face offered a very quick smile before ducking his head and nibbling on a fry. B.A. kept his eyes locked on the wall above Face's head rather than the hungry man next to him.
Hannibal sat in the dark kitchen, the only light coming from the lit candle beside his arm. He had just finished reading his records. He was halfway through B.A.'s when he heard footsteps coming down the wooden steps. With his eyes trained on the doorway, Hannibal sat back and waited, having a feeling. He was proven right when James shuffled into the kitchen, completely missing Hannibal in the darkness of the night.
He went for the sink, pulling a cup from the sink and running it under the faucet until it was full.
"Are you sure that's sanitary?" Hannibal asked.
The cup clattered to the floor, breaking into a hundred small pieces of sharp glass and water splashing the floor, cabinets, and James. His eyes were huge, his hand on his chest and his breathing hitched. "Y-you...I didn't know you were...good-night!" He turned and hurried for the doorway. "Are you going to clean that up, James?" Hannibal rocked the chair back on two legs as he watched James freeze, his hand on the wood of the door frame.
"I know Face is very...zombie-like when he first wakes up and if he steps on those shards of glass, he is going to be very unhappy."
James turned slowly, his eyes lowered to the floor. "I will." Hannibal's eyebrows knitted together as he watched James stoop, a paper towel in one hand, and began trying to pick up the tiny glass pieces.
"Son, I don't think that's a very good idea." He got out of the chair, it rocked forwards with a thump. James glanced up at him. "You said to clean it up."
Hannibal shrugged. "Yes, preferably with a broom, however."
"A broom?"
The older man inclined his head to the corner of the kitchen were a old broom leaned against it where the two walls met and James slowly stood erect, setting the towel on the counter and going to get the broom.
"I hate to leave you alone with glass, but I'm going to turn in. Good-night, please don't break anything else." Hannibal added in a joking tone, grinning before exiting the kitchen.
James finished in ten minutes, throwing the last of the glass in the trash can and noticing the candle still lit on the table. He stared at it, moving to the table and bending over to blow it out when a name caught his eyes. He turned instead to B.A.'s records and scanned the page, suddenly interested in these records of these men that claimed to be his family.
He flipped to the very beginning, reading about Hannibal. He was so into the records, he missed the footsteps echoing down the hall. He had just flipped the last of B.A.'s pages when Hannibal was suddenly in the doorway.
"James," He called quietly, trying to hide his nervousness. What would happen if James saw his own records? He wondered. "Going to bed?"
James nodded, looking like a child caught in the act of stealing a cookie. Hannibal sighed, coming forward and quickly snatching up the envelope, closing it and tucking it securely under his arm. James stood, almost in a daze, and stumbled past Hannibal up the stairs. He couldn't help but wonder about that next name. Captain James 'Howling Mad' Murdock That must have been their other team member, He considered as he climbed into the bed that had suddenly turned cold without his body heat under the blankets. A thought suddenly sparked in his mind, They think I'm their Captain! They must've mixed us up at the hospital, and I've gone with the wrong people. He frowned at the dark ceiling. Dang, we must look really similar.
"That's it!" He suddenly exclaimed in a hushed voice, sitting up. "I can go back to the hospital, they can get their real man back, and I'll go to where I'm supposed to go." He grinned. "It's perfect."
A/N: Did you think Murdock getting out of the hospital went too fast? I wa thinking, probably because he had layers of clothing on, plus a hat, he wouldn't have really been that burned. But, let me know, thanks!