A/N: Man I put up this new story, then don't update for a long time! I'm such a horrible person! D'= I'm sorry!
BUT down to business. This song, is 'I Walk Beside You' by Dream Theater. So, let me know what you think! Thank you!
Let me know what plagues your mind
Let me be the one to know you best
Be the one to hold you up
When you feel like you're sinking
Tell me once again
What's beneath the pain you're feeling
Don't abandon me
Or think you can't be saved
I walk beside you
Wherever you are
Whatever it takes
No matter how far
Through all that may come
And all that may go
I walk beside you
There was an army of clouds heading towards the open area. Face glanced over his shoulder to see what Murdock was doing. The pilot was on the ground, his legs in front of him and crossed at the ankles. His hands were bracing himself as he leaned back, his head tilted up and eyes staring up at the gathering clouds. The conman watched him warily for a few moments, standing far back and scuffing the heel of his shoes in the dirt. Murdock's back was to him, making it so he could not see the expression on his face. Face hoped it was relatively calmed down from the previous hour before. Had it really been an hour? Face shook his head as he planted his feet and began his way towards Murdock. He focused on the back of Murdock's head, bracing himself for an outburst.
In the fighting sunlight, Murdock's hair was almost a dark golden, shining out from the brown he normally saw. He knew Murdock knew he was approaching, but made no indication he did. As soon as he was right next to him, Face slowly lowered himself down at his side and crossed his legs Indian style, glancing first at Murdock's empty face then at the clouds he was staring at with concentration. After what felt like a good two minutes, Face began getting that feeling he got whenever someone was staring at him.
When he lowered his eyes and turned his head to the left, he met Murdock's emerald eyes. They were wide and questioning. There was the slightest hint of wetness, but Face suspected it came form him staring up towards the sun without blinking for so long. Murdock blinked blankly as he stared unwaveringly at Faceman. Neither spoke, and Face found he couldn't look away, finding himself trapped in that tractor beam that was Murdock's innocent eyes.
Finally, he had to break the silence. "You alright?" As soon as he asked that, Face winced a little, knowing that was a stupid question. Of course he's not alright! He thought sourly to himself.
"Are you?" Murdock rebounded the question and raised an eyebrow. Face shrugged before casting his eyes downward and trailing a finger in the dirt. "I dunno. Define alright,"
Murdock shook his head. "You asked first."
A dark shadow fell across everything, bringing a wave of cool air with it. The wind moved Murdock's hair around and Face lifted his face as the soft wind caressed his cheeks. They seemed to mentally agree to let the question drop and Face shot Murdock a look. "Look, we really outta get going. It seems, like it's going to storm...and if you want the truth...this is tornado weather." He raised his eyebrows and Murdock took in a few slow breaths before nodding a little.
"Alright come on," Face said as he heaved himself off the ground to his feet, holding his hand out. Murdock grasped it and he helped him up.
This time around, Face kept his mouth firmly shut. The gathering clouds casting dark shadows over everything made him wary. He snuck a glance at Murdock only to see the Captain doing the same back. As soon as they made eye contact, Murdock reached out and grabbed hold of Face's sleeve. "Don't worry. I'm really here." He assured him quietly.
Face nodded and cast his eyes downward as Murdock's hand fell off his arm and he kicked the dirt, shoving his hands in his pockets. There was a loud rumble of thunder behind them and they both looked quickly over their shoulders. There were trees coming up and the moment Murdock pointed out a farm house, Face felt a pressure being lifted off his chest. And the best part was that it was for sale, meaning it was empty.
They found the back door and were able to pick the lock. Murdock stepped in first, sniffing curiously and taking a good look around the kitchen. Face shut and re-locked the door behind him as Murdock went around the corner, flipping a light switch. As Face had expected, nothing came on and Murdock gave him a shrug. There was two couches in the living room, most likely left over by the previous owners.
A heavy silence hung between them as they sat on the two couches and Face propped his throbbing feet up. Murdock layed on his couch and watched Face for a moment before rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. As the clouds rolled closer, it began getting darker. The sudden parade of rain lulled Face into drowsiness. He looked over at his friend, Murdock's back was to him so he rolled over and closed his eyes.
An extremely loud and very close crash of thunder caused Face to come close to jumping out of his skin and he caught himself before he got dumped on the floor. His hand pressed against his chest, the conman turned his head towards the other side of the room. As lightning lit up the room, he could see a glitter that was Murdock's eyes and knew he too was awake.
"You been awake this whole time?" He muttered and Murdock gave him a sharp nod. "How long've I been out?"
Murdock shrugged, not looking over. " 'Bout four hours. It was stormin' pretty rough earlier, 'm surprised you didn't wake up before." His southern accent was much more prominent. Face swallowed and shook his head. He had a headache forming and could not get comfortable on the old couch. He noticed that Murdock had taken the smaller one, his long legs draped over the armrest, heels ever so slightly hitting the side of the couch.
"You need to get some sleep," Face said to him as he sat up slowly. "We can't stay here much longer."
Murdock didn't say anything. His eyes were glazed over as he went into thought. Face got off the couch and crossed to Murdock's, placing his hand on the Captain's shoulder. He was ignored. "Please."
"I'm fine." Murdock grumbled. But Face shook his head, putting a hand under Murdock's chin and turning his head towards him. "No, you're not. You're exhausted, I can see it." And it was true, Murdock's usually eccentric green eyes were bloodshot and he had dark rings under them.
"I'm not tired." Murdock said slowly and attempted to get off the couch. He got on his feet and pushed Face away, taking a step forwards. He got a few steps across the room when he was suddenly falling and felt arms catching him, Face's frantic voice calling his name, then everything went black.