A/N: Murdock's thoughts are in italics. *The voices in Murdock's head are shown with asterisks.*

Murdock pulled weakly at the restraints, softly singing to himself. It was pointless to fight the restraints, and he knew it, but it gave him something to do. Henry would be here soon. Murdock had found that singing before hand kept him focused on staying silent; he would simply continue the songs in his head. Otherwise, the voices in his head would start talking.

Giving a sigh, Murdock looked at his hands. Within about twenty hours of each 'treatment,' the trembling would stop. Except for his hands. He was scared that it might be permanent. He'd never be able to fly a plane with hands that shook like a San Francisco earthquake.

Dr. Henry made his way to Captain Murdock's room. It had been a week since the treatments had started. Henry was becoming convinced that the captain knew nothing about the A-Team. There was no way anyone could resist the drug this long. Unless he had been on a truth drug before. There were so many holes in Murdock's personal history that it could have possibly happened.

Honestly, Henry didn't care about the A-Team. They could outsmart the Army for the rest of their lives and it wouldn't bother him any. Actually, he almost wished that they would. It would serve Colonel Decker right, that self-righteous jerk. But Decker had promised him a pardon if he could get Murdock to talk. Henry smiled as he opened the door. He would get that pardon, no matter what.

Murdock glared at the doctor as he came in. He wished Henry would give up already. He was beginning to feel like he was back in the POW camp in Vietnam. His body started shaking as Henry came near, by now he knew very well what to expect.

Dr. Henry smiled at the pilot. "You have a visitor, Captain." He motioned to the door as Colonel Decker walked in.

"Good morning, Captain. It's a lovely day out there."Murdock gave a glare to the colonel, too, but didn't say anything. "I was just in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing."

"He's just about to take another dose of his new medication, Colonel." Murdock flinched in fear, but neither man noticed. Henry filled the syringe with the next step dosage.

Decker frowned. "That's not very much. You've been at this for a week. Shouldn't the dosage be larger?"

Henry rolled his eyes. "Didn't you read my research on this stuff? After the initial dose, you must increase the doses in the smallest increments possible, or the patient's body will shut down from shock. I didn't know he would resist so well, or I would have started on a larger dose. But I want that pardon, I'm not taking any chances of killing this guy."

He stuck the needle in the Captain's arm. Murdock concentrated as hard as he could on keeping quiet as he felt himself lose control of his body.

"You're going to talk. Tell us what we want to know. Sooner or later, you will talk."

Decker leaned close. "We have Peck."

'He's lying!'

"Peck is seriously injured and Baracus was killed."

'No! That's not true!'

"We need you to tell us where we can find Smith. Only Smith can save Peck. Where is he?" Decker watched the pilot closely. Murdock's mouth began to move. Decker leaned closer. "Where is John Smith?"

"W-w-with, P-P-oc-cahont-tis."

"Give up, Captain. Tell us what we want to know. You know that old saying, 'the truth will set you free'."

Murdock gave a weak smile. "T-truth? I h-have t-t-truth."

"Yes, you do. Now tell us where to find Smith!"

"N-no. S-silence is t-t-truth."

Decker grabbed the pilot by the shoulders and shook him. "Where is Colonel Smith?!"

Suddenly, Murdock's eyes rolled back and the convulsions became stronger.

"He's having a seizure!"

Murdock wanted to laugh at both of them, he hadn't told them a thing! And he wasn't going to. He was afraid of the voices, but staying with them would protect Hannibal. It was the only way to keep the truth silent. He almost felt the voices floating around him.

*You're worthless. If you were important, the guys would have rescued you by now.*

*You can't resist them forever. Give up.*

*You're alone now.*

The pilot's eyes, usually so clear, clouded over. The voices grew louder and multiplied.

*No one loves you. That's why you're stuck here.*

*You're going to talk. You are weak. Hannibal is in danger, because of you!*

Murdock screamed.