Disclaimer- I own nothing involving the A-team. I just like writing stories about them.

Title- Recesses of the Mind

Summery- Pike is mad that the A-team is always stealing his jobs. So he decides to get back at them and hurting Murdock is his way of doing it. Rape/Torture

The recovery period for Murdock begins, and his friends are there to help. I do poke a lot of fun at Face in this chapter.

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Face, Hannibal, and BA's POV

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The next morning they returned to the hospital to pick up their friend. They were all looking smug and a bit ancy. Face was the first one to walk into the med. tent at exactly 9 o'clock, and went straight up to the women behind the desk. He then asked her "Hi, were the a-team and we came to pick our friend." He flashed her a quick smile and noticed it was the women who had been knocked out the other night.

She looked down sadly making their hearts quicken thinking something was wrong and that their friend might be hurt. "I'm sorry. Everything was going well until about 3 this morning. You see, your friend was experiencing terrible nightmares." They all took a breath and held it definitely worrying now. "So we gave a sedative and he is still asleep. I'm afraid he won't be awake for a few more hours and he is bound to be a bit groggy when he does wake."

They were all thinking now not sure what to do. Hannibal was wondering if they would release him to them anyway, even he was still asleep. After, all it's not like they hadn't taken care of him before. He remembered having given him sedatives before when his nightmares got to severe for them to do anything and so he was trying to think of a way to get Murdock now. "Well could you still release him to us. I'm sure we could take care of him. I myself have had to give him sedatives in the past due to similar experiences and so I have experience with this. Also, it would be less stressful for him to wake up around us, and we would be able to provide him with everything he needs to help get the drugs out of his system.

"Well" she looked hesitant but thoughtful. "It would be better for him. He does react better to all of you and I know very well that you are able to protect and take care of him. Since you've had experience in the past I suppose it wouldn't be a bad decision, so I suppose I could." she finished settling on a decision. "I'll just need for you to sign this paperwork." She then handed it to Hannibal since he was responsible for Murdock and he quickly filled it out. "Do you need any help getting your friend. We have been avoiding touching him as he does not react well to it, but he doesn't seem to mind close contact with all of you."

Face smiled at her, glad the hospital was looking out for their friend and told her "No, we can handle it." Hannibal then finished the paperwork and handed it back to her. She got a wheelchair for them to put their friend in and handed it to BA.

"Good luck, and hopefully he will feel better soon." With that sincere farewell the team went to get Murdock.

They proceeded down the hallway to their friends room. They were all nervous walking faster than usual. BA was walking slower, but hurried to catch up. When they arrived at his room they peaked in slowly. Murdock was fast asleep from the drug, and it looked like they gave him a good dose of it. The nurses had the blankets tucked in tight around him and his arms were down at his sides. It appeared that they tried to cover up the sign of struggle left over, but it was undeniable to them. His hair was a mess and plastered to his face, and he was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Face walked up to the bed and brushed his hair out of his face gently, producing a frown when he didn't react slightly to the touch. He was definitely on good drugs. Murdock always awoke when he was touched, and on the occurrence he didn't he at least shifted position or made some kind of noise. "So, what now?" Face was unsure what to do. He felt so lost and aimlessly gazed at his friend.

"Well I don't think using a wheelchair is the smartest option. It would probably be painful to him since that would require pushing him to the tent over all the rocks and such, even if he isn't awake I'm sure he would feel it when he woke up. Also, he's still having trouble sitting up on his own and so it would hurt him there too. Then we have the added risk of him falling out of the wheelchair, which would really bad. I think someone should carry him carefully back to the tent." With that Hannibal looked at BA who took the silent message and walked over gently gathering up his friend in his arms. He wasn't heavy he noted and was pretty easy to pick up. Murdock's head was leaning against his chest and he could feel each breath he took. It was very calming to him. Face walked over and picked up the wheelchair because he knew that eventually they would need it. They then headed back to their tent.

They decided to go back to the planning tent because that way they could all sit at the table and play cards while keeping an eye on Murdock who would be sleeping on the couch Face had scammed for them a while back. It was a nice couch too. It was a plush leather couch that extremely comfortable compared to most of the furniture that the army provided. Even Hannibal couldn't figure out how Face had swung that one.

They began their card game after they made sure Murdock was comfortable and could see them when he woke up so he wouldn't panic. They all sat so they could see him one way or another and kept glancing back at him to see if he was waking up. None of them would say a word about it though because they knew that Murdock would feel bad for making them worry about him. Hannibal didn't know why, after all he was their friend and that meant that they should worry when he was hurt. They were in the middle of a heated card game when they heard a groan. Quickly ending it with Face winning, like he always does, Hannibal suspected him of cheating, they all turned to look at Murdock who was slowly opening his eyes. When they came into focus he began to look at his surrounding and stopped to stare at them blankly, but made no move to speak.

They all stood up and crossed the room to the couch to check on him. His eyes followed their movements. "So how are ya feeling today buddy?" Face asked cheerily watching for a reaction.

Murdock blinked a few times and looked at him. "My head feels fuzzy and I think the room is spinning, but other than that alright I suppose." He moved a hand up to his head as he spoke rubbing his forehead.

"Do you want us to get you anything captain. Maybe some Tylenol for your head. The nurse said they had to give you a sedative last night after you had a nightmare." Hannibal walked closer to him and bent down closer to his level talking quieter so not to aggravate his headache.

Murdock nodded his head, and BA went to get it for him. BA had been very distant lately, but Face noticed that it was only when Murdock was awake. He wondered if it was awkward for him and that leaving every chance he got made it a little less hard. Face could understand, but he believed that BA should try to push past it for Murdock's sake. He hoped that Murdock wouldn't take it as BA avoiding him because that might upset him greatly. He made a mental note to have a talk with BA later.

They all had lunch from the mess hall since Murdock wasn't going to be up to cooking anytime soon. All of them had picked at their food, but they did have some good conversations that eased the tension. BA and Murdock had even engaged in a few squabbles like they used to. They were sitting around the couch that Murdock was lying on. Then a food fight endured when BA made a bad comment about flying. Murdock faked being insulted and threw a piece of his sandwich at BA. "Hey, fool. Oh your gona get it for that one!" BA then screamed and threw some fake massed potatoes at Murdock but they stuck to the spoon and when he finally managed to get them off they hit Face instead. He looked surprised for a moment before finally standing up and tossing a piece of his chocolate cake, seriously how he managed such things was beyond Hannibal, at BA but hit Hannibal because he was in the way. Hannibal stood up and dumped his entire tray on Face's head. They all burst into laughter and then grabbed something to throw at Murdock because he started it.

"Hey that's a cheap shot!" he screamed, putting his arms over his face to try and keep some of the food from hitting him. They all just laughed harder and then slowly fell into a peaceful as they were scattered across the room. Murdock fell asleep on the couch. Hannibal played solitary trying to decide a good punishment for Pike, no he had not forgotten, only postponed his thoughts on him. Face was reading a playboy magazine. He was a subscriber and so got a new one every month, another mystery to Hannibal as to how that was allowed. BA was still hungry and was eating more food. After awhile he excused himself saying he needed to do some mechanical work on his van. He had made sure that he fixed it after Mexico, basically rebuilding the whole thing crying the entire time. A messenger came to get Hannibal telling him that Morrison needed him. Hannibal threw Face a worried glance looking over at Murdock. Face waved him off. The simple gesture telling Hannibal that Face was able to take care of Murdock on his own, and he was asleep, so he left promising to come back when he was finished.

Face continued to flip through the magazine, though he wasn't really looking at the pictures, which shocked him immensely. He had too many questions going through his head. He wanted to talk to Murdock, and knew that now would be a good time to do it, but he didn't want to offend him and he was also asleep. The internal struggle was giving him a headache. He also knew that when Murdock was stressed that he slept all the time. Once has slept almost three days, only getting up an hour a day to eat and do some minor things. However sleep was good for him, especially since he was recovering from serious physical and mental injuries.

He was shaken from his thoughts when he heard a loud yawn. Looking over to the couch again he was surprised to see him awake so soon. He usually never woke from his stress induced sleep unless it was his hour a day to do things. The sun was going down and so everything has an dark orange glow to it. A small amount of the dark orange light slipped in through the flap that was only partially closed highlighting Murdock's figure. He was looking around the tent, more than likely searching for Hannibal and BA. "BA is working on his van, and Hannibal is in a meeting." Face told him simply.

"Alright. Looks like you got your monthly issue huh Face." Murdock commented with a smirk.

He wondered for a moment if she should be reading this in front of him right now, but since he didn't seem offended he decided that it wasn't a big deal. "Ya, it's not that good though." He was sure it would be a lie if nothing had ever happened, and then he wouldn't be so distracted, but that was besides the point. Murdock laughed and nodded closing his eyes again. They sat in a peaceful silence for a while longer.

Face watched Murdock. He was sure that he wasn't asleep. He kept shifting in ways that indicated he was only drifting on and off. He was still thinking and his thoughts were burning the inside of his skull. Before he even realized what he was doing he asked "How much does it hurt?" in a soft low voice. He covered his mouth and his eyes widened. Murdock's eyes snapped open and Face absently wondered how he heard him since he said so quietly. "I'm sorry, I…"

Murdock cut him off by saying "No it's a fair question, and a few people in the past have asked me. " He still seemed a bit conflicted about it though. Face could tell by the way he was tapping his fingers and looking at them uncertainly. Face looked away feeling bad for even bringing it up, and cursing his stupid mouth.

"It's a different kind of pain than being shot or cut with a knife." Murdock at up slightly and was curling up into a ball with his head on his knees. "They are more of a searing pain. This is more of a throbbing pain." His voice was becoming stranded and his eyes looked a tad watery. "The worst part I guess is that someone else is completely in control of how much pain you feel and for how long. You are completely powerless against them and just have to take it." He was sobbing now and Face had crossed the room abandoning the magazine on the table to sit next to him and gently placed his hand on his back trying to comfort him. "The, the worst pa-part is h-how it makes y-you feel af-after. It makes you disgusted with yourself and m-makes your skin cr-crawl." He was trembling badly from trying to control the tears. Face was rubbing his back gently looking upset himself. "That's the w-worst part". Face pulled him into a tight hug and he felt the hot tears run down his back. He was shaking and crying against him, and didn't appear to be stopping anytime soon. Face felt so bad as his friend sobbed loudly against him. He felt Murdock tighten his grip, and whispered word of comfort to him in hopes to calm him slightly. As the grip loosed on his shirt, Face pulled back slightly noticing Murdock had fallen asleep. He shifted their position so that Murdock was sitting on his lap with his head on his shoulder. He wiped the remaining wetness off his face and stayed like that a moment. He then gently placed his friend back down onto the couch so that he lying comfortably again. He then pulled up a chair and held his hand gently. Hannibal was going to kill him, and he probably deserved it.

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Next chapter will have a scene with Murdock and BA, and they will finally have a talk that helps BA become more comfortable with the situation.