A/N: I'm not sure where exactly this idea sprung up form, but I decided, perhaps with a head trauma, this is possible. There will be at least one more chapter, so enjoy!
B.A. had the van waiting just outside the hospital doors, playing with the radio. Inside the white walled building, Hannibal stood at the desk, signing Murdock out as Face stood at his side, watching as a nurse wheeled Murdock out. The pilot naturally resisted the wheelchair any further and let Face help him out the door, shooting B.A. a crooked smile through the window. Face opened the door and Murdock carefully climbed in, falling into his seat.
As soon as Hannibal shut his door, B.A. stepped on the gas. Face turned to Murdock, half-smiling as Murdock played with the wrap on his head still. "Can I take it off? Please!"
But Hannibal shook his head. "Not now, Captain. The Doctor said to keep it on for at least two more weeks."
Murdock groaned. Face chuckled. "And yes, you still have to bathe. Don't use that as an excuse." B.A.'s nose wrinkled as he focused on the road. "I don't think he's showered since before that generator mission. I can smell the fool from up 'ere!" He snapped.
They lapsed into a peaceful silence, Murdock turned to watch the passing land as they made their way back to the cabin to get their belongings and move on once more. The previous pain killers he had been given hours back seemed to be wearing off now and he could feel a minor throbbing in his head where he had held the cables to. Halfway to the cabin, the minor pain became more prominent, making his eyes ache along with it. He started feeling nauseated, his hand clamping down on his stomach and his eyes squeezing shut.
Face turned away form his window to ask B.A. to turn the radio down and he noticed Murdock clutching his stomach in pain. "You okay, Murdock?"
The pilot snapped to attention at Face's question and tried to look content. "Yeah...I'm fine...How're you?"
Cocking an eyebrow, Face continued to watch Murdock for the next two minutes, the other man staring back through forced wide eyes. "Alight," He said slowly, turning away. "If you say so..."
"Yeah, I'm fine. So fine, that if I wasn't any more fine, I'd therefore be...fine." Murdock threw out to a confused Face and went back to the window in time to see the cabin approaching.
"That's crazy fool talk." B.A. muttered, turning into the rock drive and bringing the van to a stop. Face, B.A., and Hannibal opened their doors and climbed out, Murdock slowly jumping down right after Face. The two trailed B.A. and Hannibal to the front door, Murdock examining the trees around the house before stepping into the entry way. The sound of the door slamming shut behind him made him cringe and put a hand to his forehead. the other three team members branched off in different directions, leaving Murdock alone in the quiet entry hall.
He glanced around, taking a small step forwards on the wood flooring. The distant sounds of bird conversation drifted into the cabin and Murdock heard small talk from another room, he decided to go meet up and find out where his stuff was. As he neared the source of voices, the dining room, he heard his name and froze, listening.
"...And I'm telling you, something is off." That was Face.
Someone sighed. "Off how?" Asked Hannibal.
B.A. made a snorting sound. "The fool's always been off,"
"No, not his usual off." Face argued. "But a different off, like he's not completely himself."
Murdock slowly leaned forward until he could see into the room. Hannibal's back was to him, he had a map in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other. Face was to the side, staring out the three big windows with a concerned look on his handsome face. In the corner was B.A., sitting in an armchair watching Hannibal.
Hannibal was looking at Face. "He has just had his memory knocked out and back in. This has got to be emotional for Murdock." He asked, "Wouldn't it be for you, too?"
Face turned sharply. "Of course it would! But-"
"No buts," Hannibal cut in. "Let him get readjusted. We are very lucky his stunt didn't kill himself. He could have really done very, very serious damage and we wouldn't have him back at all."
Murdock decided to enter now as he took gentle steps past the door, turned and walked louder to the doors and opened them, putting a look of innocence on his face.
Hannibal turned and masked his worried look with a smile. "There you are, Captain. Can't find your things?"
Murdock plastered on a grin. "How'd ya know, Colonel?"
"Lucky guess." Hannibal nodded once at the other two and walked to the doors past Murdock, beckoning him to follow. Murdock followed him up the stairs and to the room second on the left. On the bed where his duffel bag and Airborne hat. And sitting at the foot of the bed, his tongue hanging out in a smile, was Billy.
Murdock beamed at him, immediately going to hug his dog. Hannibal chuckled and left Murdock alone. The Captain released his dog, turning to grab his hat and stuffed it in his bag. As he hoisted the bag onto his shoulders, he patted his thigh a few times until Billy jumped off the bed and trailed him out the door into the hall. He could hear the van's engine starting up and ran into Face coming out of his room.
"Hey, Faceguy." Murdock said, suddenly feeling shy.
Face smiled and put a hand on Murdock's shoulder. "Hey, buddy. Ready to go?" Murdock shrugged. "Where're we going?"
"Chicago."
"Oh. Fun."
Murdock started to say more when he felt suddenly unstable, the floor wavering beneath them. He felt waves of nausea overcoming him and wondered if he could make it down the stairs.
Face was already descending them when he noticed Murdock had stopped, swaying on spot. "Murdock? What's wrong?" He demanded, rushing back up the steps and putting his hands on Murdock's shoulders. Murdock met his worried eyes, suddenly feeling clammy. He felt himself falling, reaching out to grab Face. The conman gasped under the sudden weight as Murdock fell into him and stumbled back against the wall.
"Murdock! Murdock, answer me!" His voice raised a few octaves. Murdock groaned, falling limp in Face's arms. "Hannibal! Hannibal, B.A.! Get over here!"
They both heard the horror in Face's voice and rushed into the cabin and to the stairs where Face struggled to keep himself righted. "He just...passed out!" Face told them as they climbed the stairs.
"B.A., you carry him out. Face, get his things." Hannibal ordered and Face handed Murdock's limp form over to B.A., who hurried outside.
Face reached down and grabbed Murdock's bag, following Hannibal out the door. They got to the van as B.A. finished putting Murdock in and started to climb in when they heard sirens. "Oh no," Face muttered.
Hannibal swore loudly and slammed his door. "No time to get to the hospital, we're getting out of here. They've found us." He glanced at B.A. "Go."
A/N: Soooo? What do you people think? Good or not?