Title: Lemonade

Rating: PG

Summary: A fight between B.A. and Face ends up bringing them closer in the end.

"25 years," Face mumbled, dizzy and disoriented.

"What?" B.A. asked; it was his turn to be surprised.

"Twenty-five years on Saturday," he slurred, still really unaware of what he was saying. Face slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position, gasping as a sharp pain shot through his wrist. He quickly cradled it close to his body.

"What's 25 years on Saturday?"

Face didn't answer at first; he was too busy trying to breathe through the pain and stopping himself from passing out. Realizing that he had said too much to stop now, he answered quietly, "The anniversary of the day I wandered into the orphanage. Father Maghill calls it my birthday," he paused then mumbled, "since I don't know when the real one is."

"Damn," B.A. cursed under his breath.

"December 7, 1958. The day I officially became an orphan. The father always tried to make me feel good about it...guess he still is."

"Damn," B.A. cursed again.

"You said that already, B.A." Face chuckled slightly, than winced at the pain in his head. The spots were back in front of his eyes and he blinked them rapidly trying to focus.

B.A. knelt down next to his friend; anger replaced by apathy for what he had done. "You okay, man?"

"Don't feel so good...dizzy." He started falling backwards, but B.A. reached out, caught him and lowered him down to the ground.

"Damn."

"He's been out a long time," Face heard Murdock say.

"Maggie said that he has a pretty severe concussion," Hannibal added. "He might not even remember what happened at first...or even who we are."

'Not remember who they were...not likely.' Face tried to laugh, but only succeeded in groaning.

"I think he's coming around," Hannibal said taking hold of Face's hand.

Face opened his eyes slowly to see Murdock's brown eyes staring intently back at him. "Hey Faceguy, welcome back. You remember us?"

"You guys aren't exactly easy to forget," he rasped; his throat felt so dry.

Hannibal poured Face a cup of water and held the straw to his lips so he could drink. "Drink slow...you don't want to get sick."

"Thanks," Face said. His eyes wandered around the unfamiliar room. "Where are we?"

"Maggie's guest room. You took quite a knock to your head and have a broken wrist. Don't worry...she said it should heal up just fine..."

"But, it looks like you won't be picking locks anytime soon," Murdock joked.

Face looked confused. "So what happened? And where's B.A...is he okay?"

Hannibal frowned. "You don't remember?"

Face started to shake his head, but stopped abruptly at the pain in his skull. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply in through his nose and out his mouth.

"You okay?" Murdock asked anxiously.

"Yeah." He opened his eyes again, but this time they were clearly clouded by discomfort.

"How are you feeling?" Hannibal questioned. "And don't say "fine", I want the truth."

"Head hurts pretty bad and my wrist aches," Face replied taking inventory. "But, I can handle it. Is B.A. okay?"

Hannibal and Murdock looked at each other, unsure if they should tell him or not.

Face catching the silent exchange, worriedly asked, "What? What's wrong?"

Hannibal sighed; he had to tell him something, might as well be the truth. "Face, you and B.A. got in a little argument the other day. Apparently, he pushed you and that's how you got hurt."

"The big guy feels just awful about it," Murdock quickly added.

"I just can't remember," Face said wearily. "I'm sure it was an accident." The pain was starting to show on his face.

"Don't force yourself to remember...just try to relax," Hannibal said gently. "I'm going to go get Maggie and see if we can give you anything for the pain."

"Okay," Face agreed, his body starting to tremble.

Face willingly accepting pain medication was never a good sign. Hannibal and Murdock shared another glance, this one unnoticed by Face. While they were used to caring for an injured team member, the cause of the injury was not typically one of their own.

(TBC…one part to go.)