A/N: Sorry for the slight delay on all my stories X( I feel so bad!
This song, is 'I'd Come For You' by Nickelback. Now, let me know if this chapter seems a little far-fetched or perhaps too sappy or maybe even slashy. I really hope it doesn't, but please let me know! Thank you everyone!
By now you'd know that I'd come for you
No one but you, yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
"Please, Murdock. C'mon, buddy, wake up now. You're scaring me."
Murdock's head pounded and he could hear it in his ears. It was like someone had wrapped saran wrap around his head. Someone was squeezing his hand, their thumb pressed to the inside of his wrist. He figured they were checking his pulse, for whatever reason.
"You can't...you can't die, too. I-I need you, I don't have anyone else," The voice was cut off by a loud sniffing and Murdock then realized he was laying on a hard couch, his head supported by the hard arm rest. He could feel Face panicking as he sat on the floor beside the couch, his hand trapped in both of Face's. Whatever had happened, and Murdock was not sure what had, it must have looked pretty bad to the conman. All Murdock remembered was feeling a terrible sense of fatigue before keeling over into darkness.
"I told you to get some sleep. You didn't listen, why didn't you listen?" Face drew in a shaky breath and Murdock took his moment of silence to make a sound. A small moan came out through his lips and Face drew in a quicker gasp of air, leaning in.
The pilot first tried to open his eyes. They were heavy and his vision was anything but clear. The first thing he made out was the cracking ceiling, sudden flashes of lightning outside the windows, and crystal blue eyes peering down at him. He blinked rapidly and as soon as his vision was pretty much cleared, he cleared his throat and asked in a scratchy voice, "Wha' happened?"
Face's face split into huge relief and he closed his eyes for a second. "I think you wore down...but I thought you'd died. You hardly had any pulse...you're pretty dehydrated, too. We both are." He shrugged.
Murdock coughed, his throat hurting and attempted to sit up. Face helped him and slid onto the couch in the small open space beside Murdock. "I'm thirsty, too." He seemed to read Murdock's thoughts. "But the faucets aren't coming on, everything's shut off."
They locked eyes and the pilot cleared his throat, wincing. "We need to get some water. I don't wanna die of thirst."
"That's what I was thinking. But I don't know where..."
Murdock chewed on the inside of this cheek and put his arm across Face's shoulders. "Help me up, Faceguy." As soon as both were on their feet, Face strode to the window and peered out into the storm. "We can't go out in this." He muttered as Murdock came up beside him.
"Why not?"
Face gaped at him. "Uh...duh! Murdock...just take a look," He swept his arm towards the window as the Captain took a quick look out the window then folded his arms over his chest.
"Are you saying you'd rather wait here until the storm passes?" He asked and Face nodded. "Fine! But don't come crying to me when you can't keep yourself up anymore. Face, we need fuel, and do you see any here? No, I don't think so."
Face shook his head at him and held up a hand to stop him. "What if we go out there and a, a tornado drops down and kills us? Then who's gonna save B.A. and Hannibal?" He demanded.
There was a really loud crash of thunder and Murdock threw his arms to the side and made a disgusted noise. "They don't need to be saved! Dammit, Face! They aren't anywhere, they're dead. Dead! We saw the plane explode. You just need to learn to cope with death, alright?"
The conman was gaping at Murdock again as the pilot stood trembling in front of him. "And you've coped with death?" He asked quietly.
Murdock made a small noise and turned away, speaking to the couch. "I was five...and I watched my mother die, right in front of me." He shook his head. "My grandpa said I should stay...that son of a bitch. You don't, know how it feels to watch someone who you love, to just die right there and you can't do anything about it." His voice was shaking and he wiped at his eyes before turning sharply back to Face.
"Look, I'm sorry you had to go through that. But right now we need to focus. You and I, we can't go out there. We need to wait," Face was saying. He reached out for Murdock but the pilot jerked away, scrambling back towards the stairs. "Don't touch me."
"Just listen to me-"
"-No, you listen! I'm not going to sit here until I keel over and die, alright? I'm leaving, whether you follow or not. And you can't stop me." Murdock whirled around and stormed to the kitchen, wrenching the back door open. Face trailed him and stood a few feet behind, his expression worried. "Don't do this, Murdock. Don't leave." Face pleaded quietly.
Murdock hesitated then turned back to Face. "I'm sorry, Face. You can come, you know..." He drifted off and Face shook his head. "I'm not coming. I made it clear why, and if you really want to, then go. I, don't, care." Face said through clenched teeth.
Those green eyes staring back at him widened a little in shock and then recoiled with a bit of pain, Murdock shook his head. He stepped backwards until he was on the back step, instantly soaked in the downpour. "Fine," He said in a broken voice. "I'm going. I don't know where, or to who, but I'll go. I've got no one who'd come for me, no one who'd claim me. So if I die out here, just leave me alone." With that he turned around and let the door swing shut behind him as he trooped away form the house, not looking back once.
Letting out a frustrated shout, Face spun and slammed his fist into the upper cabinets. The wood gave way to his fist and he pulled his hand out of the hole in the door. He had a few painful splinters along the side of his hand. "Face...what are you doing?" He asked himself in a soft tone.
Face lifted his head and answered himself back. "Being me. That's what I'm doing...no, I can't do this. I can't let him go out there alone, in this weather. On his own. He's...he's my best friend. I need him and he needs me, we're all we've got."
He pictured Hannibal above him, a deep scowl set on his weathered face. He could just hear his voice now. "Look after Murdock."
"Peck, you're in a lot of trouble. Without you, Murdock will crash and who says you'll be able to cope either? Go."
Face shook his head, wondering if he was going crazy. But he knew he needed to go after his friend. His brother. Shoving all other thoughts aside, Face threw the door open and sprinted into the storm, noting how hard it was to see clearly. He had no idea which way Murdock had went, but decided to just go straight ahead.
His feet sloshed though the mud as he ran, arms swinging wildly at his side and mud coating his legs completely. He fell once, twice, not giving up. The wind howled all around him and he swore the clouds were beginning to twist around each other in the darkness. He tried calling out Murdock's name but could not be sure if he even made a sound. Face hugged himself, spinning around to look around, as unclear as it all was. He was shivering, his entire body bathed in mud and rain water.
He started forward again until his foot caught under a root and he went down face first again. this time he got a gagging mouthful of mud and tried to spit it out as quickly as it had come. He hacked and spit until he felt sure it was pretty much gone. There was a distinct roaring coming from behind and as Face got to his knees and slowly looked over his shoulder, he already knew what it was.
The funnel cloud was huge and Face groaned loudly, feeling frustration and fright welling up in his chest and rolling his stomach sickly.
Face got to his feet and started forward once more, his pace picking up as the wind picked up. Not long after, the conman was pushing his legs as fast as they could go, ignoring any and all pains. He began thinking that this was it, he was going to die by twister and never know what would happen to Murdock when he suddenly crashed into something. The something had arms and Face felt them wrapping around him with much strength.
Face turned his head up, squinting in the rain and saw the familiar green eyes watching him warily. "Murdock! Oh shit, Murdock! Thank God, thank God." He babbled as he hugged the Captain back tightly.
Murdock kept his arms around Face but looked up over his shoulder. "Face! You brought a tornado with you!"
The other man glanced around then pulled away from Murdock, grabbing his wrist and jerking him away. "C'mon! We've gotta get out of it's path."
They stumbled through the trees that bordered the field and Murdock glanced at Face. "Why'd you come after me?"
Face barked a laugh-like sound. "Because, Captain. You've my best friend and I'd come for you anytime," He jumped down into a ditch and pulled Murdock down with him. "We're all we've got. Even though the other two are...not around, we're still family. And...I still care." Face looked down then back up at Murdock, who looked close to smiling.
"Thanks, Faceguy." He grabbed Face's shoulder and Face nodded. As soon as his eyes slowly rolled up to see what was happening, there was a loud cracking and a tree came crashing down right in front of them. The tornado had changed directions.