A/N: Here it is. The short, but sweet conclusion before the epilogue. Enjoy!
1969
"Jesus," Combs muttered with a shake of his head as he walked into the hooch.
"What happened?" Reyes asked, looking up from the letter he was writing home.
Ray and Murdock had both looked up too, curious as well.
"I just ran into Stevens. Apparently the MPs broke up a huge fight in the club. He said the medics had to send one guy to the 95th," Combs informed them.
"Oh shit."
The others stared at the now much paler pilot.
"What?" Reyes asked slowly, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
Murdock sighed as he met the others' questioning looks. "I'm pretty sure that's where Peck went."
"Fuck," Ray mumbled under his breath.
Now, all eyes were on the XO.
Letting out a reluctant sigh, Ray told them, "BA went looking for Peck."
All of them exchanged worried looks.
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Several scenarios had run through Hannibal's head when the young corporal summoned him to Colonel Owens' office, with no more of an explanation than it involved two of his team. He didn't have to be psychic to know which two. But he'd be lying if he said that any of those possible scenarios included something other than them lashing out at each other.
So, it wasn't a surprise that it took Hannibal a minute to process everything; standing there, listening to Owens explain how Peck had hurt Sergeant Powell bad enough that he had to be evac-ed to the 95th for further treatment, then BA had joined the fight, and somehow – because that was as far as witness statements went, and no one involved in the fight were talking – they were the only two still conscious when the MPs arrived. All the while, the two in question were standing silently off to the side, handcuffed and guarded by MPs.
Once everything fell into place, there was only one thing Hannibal could do. He laughed.
A/N: The end! Just kidding, there's an epilogue. :) It's already written, I just have to post.