Calm Before the Storm

[notjustaface]

They're alive.

Some how, they're alive. They flew a fucking tank and they're alive in an abandoned cottage outside of Berlin.

The house crackles with their energy, but nobody's feeling it more than Murdock - clearly, he's about halfway off the rails.

"Boss, I'm gonna talk him down." Face offers, nodding to where Murdock was turning giddy circles around the living room, loudly describing the whole experience to BA again.

At first, the colonel doesn't respond, but then he nods slowly and says; "Keep his head on straight, we've got a big day tomorrow."

He nods quick acceptance - understanding the unspoken threat loud and clear, don't break him. "Come on, Murdock... time to get some shut eye." He claps his friend on the shoulder, the first honest to god close contact they've had in six months. "Let's get some rest."

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[notjustaface]

He's tired of it, he thinks - tired of orders and red tape and bullshit.

"We still could, you know..." He presses another kiss against his lips and then slides down comfortably beside him. "Clear our name, give that bastard Pike a big-ass fuck-you and then retire to some island in the Pacific."

[notthatcrazy]

He gives him a long look.

"Who are you and who have you done with our Face?"

He couples it with a squeeze around the midsection.

[notjustaface]

"I'm tired," he admits, brushing a kiss against Murdock's cheek. "This has been... the most insane year I've ever had. And it's only gonna get worse."

He's not sure how, but it can't go well.

[notthatcrazy]

Always the pessimist. Though he has to admit, he's got plenty of reason to be this time.

"We'll get through it together."

He presses against him, resting his head on his shoulder like he's done so many times before.

"So... how'd you finally figure it out?"

They left each other with so much uncertainty...

[notjustaface]

He can only hope. And grapple blindly for an answer to that question.

"I... don't know if I have." He chuckles dryly, offering a slightly forced smile; "Kinda flyin' by the seat of my pants here... little faith."

[notthatcrazy]

"Seems like it's easier to say it now."

And the whole picket fence, house in the suburbs thing... he's happy to hear it, more than he can say, but he never expected him to say it after six months apart. He's tempted to ask if they brainwashed him.

"You okay?"

[notjustaface]

Part of him feels like he is - the other part... it's just feeling damn good to say the crazy shit that's been bouncing around his brain.

"Yeah... good... just... a little freaked out and... this is happening." He laughs halfheartedly, kissing him again.

"What about you?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Hmm. 'Bout the same."

He's shaking a little bit though, and it's pretty plain to see that the day's taken its toll on him as he reaches down and pulls the blanket up over them.

"Can we just... stay like this for a while?"

[notjustaface]

"As long as we can..." Face purrs against his ear. "Anything, anything you want."

It's almost perfect to nuzzle up against him, better than the girls... all the girl's he's had in the last six months. It feels like the good thing to do.

"Can I ask you a question?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Mmm.. missed you so damn much."

He knows they'll eventually have to rejoin the rest of the world - they have a mission to finish. But right now this is all he wants.

"What?"

[notjustaface]

It can wait until morning, all of it. But there are things he wants to know.

"Did they treat you all right, in the hospital? I want to know what it was like."

[notthatcrazy]

He's quiet for a few minutes before answering. "It wasn't too bad. They weren't nasty or anything, mostly they just get so busy you don't get a lot of attention."

For someone as outgoing as he is, that can be tough sometimes. And then there's the ECT, but even that's not really as bad as it sounds.

[notjustaface]

His fingers stroke down Murdock's arm, catching fabric until it finds his hand and cups it gently.

"I missed you..." he half-smiles, letting out a dry chuckle; "Even the puppets."

[notthatcrazy]

"Yeah?"

He's under no illusions about what Face likely got up to in prison - his plans most likely requiring a certain rather specific power of persuasion - but he can't get mad at him, not when so much of it was for his benefit.

"Had to leave everything behind."

[notjustaface]

His fingers lace in Murdock's amd a sleepy smile crosses his lips.

"It's replaceable. You're not."

[notthatcrazy]

"I think BA's gettin' tired of me stealin' his socks."

He plants a sleepy kiss on Face's chest.

"Can I tell you somethin'?"

[notjustaface]

The thought tugs a small chuckle out of him and he ruffles Murdock's curls with his free hand, comfortable pressed against him.

"We flew a tank today... I'm pretty sure you can tell me anything right about now."

[notthatcrazy]

"And you never did give me a shot at those Reapers."

But that's off topic.

"The first time I met you down in Mexico, I knew you were gonna change my life."

[notjustaface]

"Hey... I'm the gunner remember? Besides, things were so crazy out there I don't even remember most of it."

The lull falls between them and he lets the thought stew in his mind. Mexico... god that was a lifetime ago.

"I'm pretty sure you changed my life. I was terrified."

[notthatcrazy]

"You walked in smellin' like gas... you know that's my third favorite smell after engine grease and ozone."

He smiles. "I looked at you, and I just... had to make sure you were real."

[notjustaface]

The laugh takes him almost by surprise, bubbling over as he presses kisses into his hair and teases over the tight curls.

"Mmm, there's my crazy pilot..." he murmurs.

[notthatcrazy]

"You know it."

He catches him mid-kiss and presses their lips together, gently pressing in.

"... When did you know? I mean, I know it's been kinda a long weird trip..."

[notjustaface]

It's a question he's almost embarrassed to answer - but they both know it hasn't been long.

"There was a girl back home, a little bit after we moved into the house." He chuckles into Murdock's neck, actually feeling the flush creep up his collar.

"We were... uh... we were being intimate when you knocked on the door and I stopped - right in the middle - to answer it."

It's not sweeping musical numbers and roses... but that's saying a lot for him.

"She left and I went back to your room for cartoons and boxed wine. And it was more fun."

[notthatcrazy]

He does know, and was expecting an answer somewhere along those lines.

"That poor girl. She was not happy about that."

He chuckles softly.

"You chose me."

[notjustaface]

She wasn't the first... just the most profound.

And the one that spread some really nasty things around the base about the nature of their friendship... not that anyone really believed them too long.

"Wasn't the last time." He swallows hard and presses a kiss to his forehead.