A/N: Whew! Finally got this one up! I can't say this is the very last chapter, but I might end it here, so let me know. Enjoy!

It had been five hours. Face knew for a fact; he had been staring at the clock on the white wall for the entire time. Watching in a near agony as the extremely thin, red hand ticked from number to number and repeated its cycle over and over. He had begun to wonder what it felt like to be that hand, constantly going around and around that circle, always moving and never stopping the rest or just enjoy not moving.

He had said this to Hannibal and B.A. but they didn't exactly share his thoughts. Hannibal had given him a worried look before turning back to his newspaper. B.A. kept his eyes on Face longer, narrowed as if trying to convince him he was completely and utterly out of it. That was when it really occurred to Face that it was a clock, not a living organism. He had quickly grabbed the closest magazine and stuck his nose into it, not caring that it was for mothers and their kids and such.

But the clock finally read six in the morning and a tired-looking Doctor was coming into the waiting area, a clipboard in her hands. She pushed her hair behind her ear and read the name off the clipboard. "James Smith?"

She didn't seem the least bit intimidated as the three men approached her as Hospital staff often did and gave them a small smile. "Your...son?" Hannibal nodded. "Yes. Your son is alive and surprisingly well. He is still asleep, but you are welcome to go and see him. Just be quiet and don't wake him. He needs to recover." She explained and Hannibal thanked her.

They hurried down the hall to the room and Hannibal cracked the door open, peeking in. He was laying in the bed with a white gauze wrapped around his head, his eyes closed and his breathing calm.

"I am proud of you." Murdock held his hand out. James stared at him for a moment then put his hand into Murdock's.

"Hey, we're not an idiot," James grinned as he shook. "I should have tried to locate you sooner in my dreams."

Murdock chuckled and retracted his hand, rocking back on his heels. "Well, you would've made an interesin' me. I wonder if the team would've ever come to like ya..."

James shrugged, putting his hands in his jacket pockets and nodding once. "I can't act like...you, or me or whatever, but I could've tried," He winced a little. "Might have been a little difficult, though."

"Yeah right." Murdock straightened his hat and cleared his throat. "Well, this isn't really goodbye. But, you're alright. If we were like, twins or something, I think we'd get along just fine." He said and James laughed. "We're both in this mind here, let's like, hang out sometime while you're dreaming."

They both laughed then and Murdock opened his arms. "Thanks."

James nodded and stepped into the embrace, putting his arms around Murdock's shoulders. "No. Thank you."

Face gently put his hand on top of the still one of his friend and pulled up the hard chair from the corner. B.A. took the recliner and Hannibal stood at the foot of the bed. They wanted more than anything to wake their friend and see if he was in the right state of mind, but knew they couldn't.

However, they didn't have to wait very long.

A small moan escaped the pilot's lips and he stirred, his eyelids opening and in the light of the hospital, he blinked rapidly before getting focus on the three men hovering above him.

Each set of eyes had a hopeful and worried look to them. Murdock bit his bottom lip and swallowed. His throat was strangely dry and raw.

"Did my helicopter get blown up in that explosion?" He asked hoarsely. "Is this part of the plan, Colonel?"

They each seemed to mashed their eyebrows together at the same time before Face grinned in relief. "Murdock!"

"Yeah, that's me. But I enjoy a more...technical and awesome title. Such as, Captain. Because it reminds me of how much higher I am than you in rank, Faceguy." He ignored their thrilled looks and turned to B.A. with a small smile. "Were you antagonized enough while I was gone? Or do I need to make up for it?"

But B.A. was too relieved to care. "Shut up, fool. I'm just glad we don' hafta deal with James 'nymore."

"Aw Bosco, you do love me!"

"Never fool."

Hannibal put his hand on Murdock's shoulder, squeezing softly as Murdock looked up at him, his bruised face lit by an innocent smile. "How are you feeling, Captain?"

He thought about that before answering. "Kinda...kinda light-headed. I don't really know what happened but...I know something happened," He looked concerned and Face came to his side, putting his hand on Murdock's shoulder.

"It doesn't matter. Everything's okay now." He said but Murdock shook his head. "How was it, though? Being with me, but it wasn't necessarily...me?"

They were silent before Face shrugged. "You...James...wasn't really bad. But you were just dead set on the fact that you absolutely were not Murdock. We were trying all that we could think of to convince you. Then you like, ran away to the town and ran into a CIA Agent and almost got caught. But, according to you, you escaped out the window of the ladies restroom."

Murdock sighed and snorted. "Yeah, sounds like me." He played with the blankets. "Did I give you guys any extra trouble?"

B.A. rolled his eyes and Hannibal shrugged, frowning a little. "Not really. You woke up often talking about dreams. But the dreams were previous memories of like, our missions and then the day were were tried."

Murdock's eyes widened. "Not that day!" They nodded and he groaned. "But don't worry, you're back in the your right state of mind." Face assured and B.A. snorted. "He ain't ever been in the right state of mind."

They otherwise ignored him and Murdock reached up to grope the gauze around his head, his shaggy hair coming out under it and a little on top. "My head itches." He muttered, feeling the bandage with his wrapped up hand.

"They had said when we brought you in that as you fell onto the concrete, your head cracked a little and you're lucky they didn't shave your hair off. So I don't doubt it itches." Hannibal told him and Murdock flicked his head with his fingers then cringed.

"You dumb fool, of course it's gonna hurt when ya do that!" B.A. grumbled and Murdock shot him a grin before looking at his wrapped up hand. "What happened here?"

Face shrugged. "We're not quite sure what you really did, but I think you put one of the jumper cables to your head and held the other in your hand because it was burned pretty badly, your palm."

All was quiet once again, but neither man seemed to mind. They were only glad they had their pilot back and couldn't be thankful enough. Murdock, however, suddenly recalled something.

"I told myself to do it." He stated and they each sent him questioning looks. "Like, I was waiting around in the back of my head and when James went to sleep, I was able to convince him to get a move on. Then gave him the jumper cable idea."

B.A. looked up at Hannibal. "What's he talkin' 'bout?" He asked really quietly. Hannibal shrugged and Face only chuckled. "That's great, buddy. Glad you could help."

Murdock looked satisfied and suddenly yawned hugely, ending it with a groan. Hannibal smiled down at him as his eyelids fell and he quickly reopened them, peering at each of them. "Get some sleep, Murdock." He instructed. "We'll be right here when you wake up. I promise."

A/N: I don't know if they have to shave your head in order to stitch it up, but I just cant bear seeing a bald Murdock haha. I don't mean to be rude, but if this gets like, no reviews, then I won't know to add another chapter and it will most likely end here, so PLEASE review! Did you like it? Can I improve? :) Thanks all!