A/N: Oh...um, hello...now you may have thought this story was going to be awful after that last chapter. But I've tried a big save here. Sorry for the delay, I've been trying hard to figure out how to get this story giong again.

So this song is the well-known, 'Wheel in the Sky' by Journey. AAAAANNNNDDD here we go! Reviews are welcome, thank you all so much:)

Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'

I don't know where I'll be tomorrow

Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'

"Shit I hate tornadoes." Murdock replied in such a calm voice that Face shot him a glance before grabbing onto his friend's arm and letting himself fall. They rolled down and came to a sliding stop at the bottom of the ditch. "Just sit still." Face peered around then leaned back.

"Face. I was born and raised in Texas, I've been through more tornadoes than you have. I know how to handle one." Murdock chided and folded his arms across his chest. "And you know what I just realized?" He asked and Face shook his head. "It's rainin'. Rain, is water. Water is what we were discussin'. I think we're both idiots."

Face looked away. "We're not idiots, we were just panicking-"

"Um, I was not panicking. You were yellin' and bein' all bossy. It was grating on my nerves." Murdock interrupted grumpily. They felt the suction as the twister began to loose it's strength and start to descend back into the sky.

Well that was a waste of time. Face thought before Murdock turned towards him, eyes wide. "So you gonna listen to me now?" He asked. Face closed his eyes, rubbing his temples with muddy hands. "Shut up, Murdock. Just be quiet and let me think."

"That's not nice," Murdock grumbled lowly but he slid down farther and stared ahead as Face went into his head, still rubbing slow circles on his temples.

It was some time later when Face finally lowered his hands and opened his eyes, looking over at the pilot slumped next to him, eyes watery and his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "Hey," Face gently nudged his arm with his fist. Murdock's eyes flickered quickly to his face then away. "I'm sorry. I wasn't taking your feelings into consideration. Let's...try not to argue from now on, alright?"

Murdock dug his teeth into his bottom lip. He lowered his eyes, trying not to look at the man next to him.

"Not going to talk to me, are you?" Face sighed quietly. "Fine." He turned away and planted his hands on the ground, pushing himself up onto his feet and looking down at Murdock, perfectly still and eerily silent. After waiting a few more seconds, Face spun around on his heel and began climbing back up out of the ditch, taking in the gray sky and dirt path of the twister.

He shoved his hands into his pants pockets, his tread slow in case Murdock came out of his trance. The conman peeked back over his shoulder, noticing how far he had gone and feeling a little concerned. He knew the Captain had issues with being left alone like this and could very nearly hear Hannibal scolding him for leaving Murdock like that.

Face held back a groan and whirled around, jogging back to the trees and jumping into the ditch, sighing with relief when he saw Murdock's form still sitting there. He dropped to his knees in front of him, trying to get in Murdock's line of sight and raising his eyebrows innocently.

"Look, James. I'm not going to leave you here by yourself," Face began, searching those green eyes for some sign of life. "In case you've forgotten, we're a team. We may be missing our other two members, but that doesn't mean we should just give up. You and I are going to find a place to rest and eat then we'll go find Hannibal and B.A. and continue on with our lives."

Murdock's head lifted a tiny bit and his eyes met Face's, wide and wary. "What if we don't find them? What if they're really dead?" He asked in a barely audible voice.

"Then we'll go wherever you want to go and make a life there. Find some girls, settle down. I promise I won't leave you in a Psychiatric Hospital. I'll stay with you."

A tiny smile ghosted Murdock's lips and Face grinned back at him. He raised up and held his hand down, helping the pilot to his feet. They climbed out of the ditch and got out of the trees before Murdock examined Face then looked down at himself.

"We look like shit, Facey." He clarified, holding his arms out to the side. "If we go waltzin' into some town, they're gonna be scared or somethin'."

Face shrugged. "Just say we were off-roading on some dirt bikes but kinda crashed and came to get cleaned up." He suggested and Murdock nodded, trying not to smile but failing as a bigger grin appeared on his dirty face. "I've ridden a dirt bike 'fore. It was fun." He told Face.

Face draped his arm around Murdock's shoulders, leading him on down the field. "Well seeing as it has stopped raining, we should probably move on."

"D'ya think we'll really find Hannibal and Bosco?" Murdock wanted to know. Face shook his head, saying, "I hope so. I think we should go where that helicopter was going...do you remember which way it went?"

"South. No, West...or maybe East...Actually, it was definitely North-West. Like towards New Mexico or somethin'." Murdock pondered, tapping his chin with his index finger. Face had a look of mild curiosity on, patting his friend's shoulder. "Then let's go North-West and see what's going on. Something tells me...we've got a mission waiting for us."

Murdock puffed his chest out. "We can do this, right? We can't just sit back and mope until we wind up dyin'."

There was a break in the clouds. Face nodded encouragingly. "Now that's the Murdock I know."

A/N: I think this chapter was shorter, but I gotta make sure I've still got an audience! Please let me know what you think and you shall receive a virtual high five :)