TITLE: Rage and Anger
WARNINGS: Slash, Violence, Rage
STORY TYPE: Third Person
CATEGORY: Angst, Drama
LENGTH: One-offDISCLAIMER: The characters are property of Cannell and company.
Face fell to the ground heavily. He tasted blood, and spat it out. He looked pleadingly at his leader. "Hannibal, this isn't going to change the team".
"Bullshit!" Hannibal swore, bringing Face to his knees, then to his feet. He pushed Face against the wall and snapped his head roughly to the side with a vicious right cross. Face sprawled across the floor, trying in vain to regain his balance.
"Hannibal please ..." Face cried out, feeling dizzy and knowing he was close to passing out.
"What the fuck did you expect me to say?" Hannibal yelled, his voice unrestrained. "We are soldiers, goddamit!! There is no fucking relationship between us. Not now. Not ever. What the hell did you think you were doing telling me you were in love with me".
Face cowered as Hannibal again drew him to his feet, and punched him savagely in the gut.
Face cried out again, his voice slightly weaker than before, and collapsed as Hannibal continued to kick him in the chest. He didn't notice the blur of black which surrounded him, drawing him away and holding tightly to him as he struggled and fought.
"Stop it man! What the hell d'ya think your doin'?" BA hollered. Hannibal relaxed, and thrust himself away from BA.
Finally, his anger abated Hannibal recognised the damage he had done.
Face's body was twisted, bruised and broken. His eyes were staring disbelievingly at Hannibal. An open stare, no life in it. A small trickle of blood was running down his chin, staining the collar of his Armani shirt - now torn and ripped. His hair was smeared with blood, his mouth slightly ajar.
Hannibal felt shame wash over him like the tide of the sea. He moved forward to help the younger man, but Face caught the movement and backed away quickly to the wall.
"I'll get him" BA said softly, giving Hannibal a terrifying stare. He was really pissed off that Hannibal could have done so much damage to one of his own men.
Hannibal moved back, wondering how on earth he would rebuild the trust he had lost in five minutes of rage and anger, and watched as BA surrounded Face, gently lifted him and carried him into a bedroom.
After fifeteen minutes, BA emerged and closed the door to the bedroom softly. He stalked into the livingroom, caught Hannibal's collar and pushed him roughly against the wall.
"Try pickin' on someone your own size, sucka" BA growled, his temper matching Hannibal's previous one. However, BA had more experience in dealing with his anger, so he waited patiently for an explanation.
"Face told me tonight that he was in love with me" Hannibal spat "I can't believe it! I'll never look at him the same way again. Fuckin' puff ...."
A sharp slap told Hannibal he was close to having BA's ringed fist's searching out his rib cage, so he shut up and sighed dramatically, pulling away from the Sergeant and sitting down.
"I just didn't expect that off him" Hannibal spread his arms. The words were almost apologetic, but BA was not in the mood to be appealed to. He had just seen Face beaten and broken by their commanding officer.
"I don't give a shit what he said" BA finally said. "You don't deserve anyone. Who would want a screwed up shithead like you? One of yer men confesses something, and you kick the shit outta him"
BA stood up disgustedly, and stalked out of the room. He walked into the bedroom he had tended to Face, and sat by his side.
Face rolled uncomfortably to one side, and BA became concerned.
"What's up?" BA asked, as Face continued to get whiter by the second.
"My ankle. I think I twisted it" Face said. "Its really painful".
"Damn sucka's gonna pay for this one" BA promised, lifting the sheets of the bed, and looking at Face's bruised ankle. The ankle had turned red, and was beginning to swell. BA left Face momentarily to get an icepack.
Hannibal sat seething in the livingroom. He watched BA get an icepack, and move off to the bedroom again. He still wanted to beat Face. Beat him till there was nothing left.
"Thanks BA" Face mumbled drowsily, drifting in and out of consiousness.
"You want me to take you to hospital?" BA asked gently.
Face shook his head "I'm not a puff. I'll be fine".
BA noted the embarrasment in Face's voice and put a hand on his shoulder "He got no right to say that man. You gotta be who you want to be. No good hiding behind someone who yer not. Hannibal's a proud man, Face. He aint gay though".
Face sighed "After what he's done today, I'm so pissed off I don't think I could work with him again".
BA nodded "Whatever's best for you, I'll stand by whatever you decide". BA rose and left the bedroom, searching out Hannibal.
Hannibal watched BA's return. He turned away from the searching eyes of his Sergeant, and looked instead at the grill surrounding the fireplace.
"Wanna tell me why you beat Face to a pulp?" BA asked, his voice tinged with anger.
"You know why"Hannibal shot back, voice hot with anger and unrestrained rage.
"Because he says he's in love with you? Do you beat on everyone who tells you that? You know, people get locked away for doing stuff like that" BA said, his voice getting louder.
"Fuck you" Hannibal said "This had nothing to do with you".
"You almost killed him!" BA shot back. "What kinda leader does that? Why couldn't you just say you weren't interested. Instead, you mess him up for the next couple of weeks".
Hannibal suddenly had the perfect answer. "Well, what would you have done if he'd told you?".
BA thought for a moment, the genuine feeling in his voice eliminating any doubt of his answer being a lie "I'd tell him I couldn't love him that way, but I love him another way. And I'd tell him I'd always be there for him".
Hannibal felt guilt overwhelm him at BA's simple statement. He let his face drop into his hands. "I've fucked up, I know. I don't know where all that anger came from. I could have killed him. Shit".
BA rose, and left Hannibal. He made his way back to Face's room, and lay by his side. Face murmered drowsily as he turned to BA in sleep.
"Don't worry lil brother. BA aint gonna let him through that door" BA vowed, putting an arm around Face protectively and closing his eyes.
The next morning, BA escorted a black eyed Face to the dining area for some breakfast. He drew a chair out for the younger man, and then went off to the kitchen to prepare some food.
A loud knock startled Face, and he walked, or rather limped, over to the front door.
"Hey Muchacho, what's ......" Murdock's voice trailed off, and his goofy mood immediately turned serious when he saw the bruises and cuts covering Face's skin.
"Hannibal beat me up yesterday" Face said weakly, his voice breaking with shame.
"What!" Murdock's eyes darkened in fury, and he looked at Face with piercing eyes.
"He beat on me" Face said, his eyes bright.
Murdock shook his head in disbelief "Why?"
Face sighed and decided to come clean "I told him I was in love with him".
Murdock's eyes bulged in astonishment, but he quickly regained composure "So why did he beat on you?"
"Guess he didn't like what I had to say" Face said sadly, wishing he could have turned back the clock and not told his commanding officer his feelings.
"Shit Facey, I'm sorry" Murdock said, his voice as sad as Face's. He opened his arms suddenly, and Face didn't hesitate to move forward, into Murdock's firm embrace.
Murdock's eyes were filled with horror at the poor condition Face was in. He allowed Face a few more minutes, until the small sobs had stopped, and he was beginning to squirm in Murdock's gentle but firm embrace, then surprisingly, he lifted Face up and took him to the livingroom, laying him down gently on the couch. Then he walked away, leaving Face alone momentarily.
BA was cooking fried eggs and bacon when Murdock walked in.
"What happened to Face?" Murdock asked quietly.
BA turned to the Captain "Hannibal beat him up good, man".
"What the hell was he thinking of?" Murdock continued, storming around the kitchen, wanting to find something to vent his anger on.
At that moment, Hannibal decided to enter the kitchen "That smells good, BA".
Murdock swung deftly at the Colonel, catching him on the jaw. Hannibal reeled into the wall, and turned to face Murdock who was charging him again.
BA stepped between them. "Stop it! Y'all acting like little children. Grow up".
Murdock looked surprised at BA. Usually they were the ones to hold BA back from fighting. "Sorry, BA".
"Hannibal, only got enough for me, Face and Murdock. You gonna have to cook something for yourself" BA sniffed.
Hannibal walked out of the room in shame, into the livingroom where Face was lying on the couch. Face drew back when Hannibal entered the room.
"Its okay, kid. I'm sorry about what I did yesterday" Hannibal said softly, sitting on the other side of the room.
Face had tears in his eyes. "Why?".
Hannibal sighed "I guess there is a dark side in me I didn't know about. I wish to God I'd never done that now, I feel so ashamed. But when you told me ..... something snapped inside. I couldn't stop. I'd never felt such rage before". Hannibal sighed.
Face looked downcast. He turned away, and Hannibal ventured forward warily. He sat my Face's side and gently turned him back to face him.
"Face. What I did was wrong. I have no excuse for the pain I've caused you. I can only hope that one day you'll either beat the same outta me or accept my apology". Hannibal closed his eyes.
Face stared coldly at the older man. "I want to beat the crap out of you. Make you feel the way I felt. But I could never do that".
Hannibal shook his head, his cheeks blushing in shame "You were weaker than me. I was wrong. I've spent my whole life standing up for weaker people against tyrants who want to oppress them, and last night I lowered myself to their level".
Face nodded "I can't forgive you Hannibal. Not yet, I'm not ready".
Hannibal nodded. "I'm sorry, Face." He leant forward and kissed Face lightly on the forehead. He drew him gently into his arms, and felt Face tense momentarily and then relax and melt into the embrace.
Face mumbled something that Hannibal didn't catch. "What was that?" Hannibal asked.
"Why do I still love you after you've almost put my lights out for good?" Face said softly, his voice racked with sobs.
Hannibal sighed. "I don't deserve it after all the crap I put you through".
Face sighed against Hannibal's chest. "I don't know if I can trust you again".
Hannibal nodded "I know. But I'm gonna do my best to make it up to you kid. Promise".
BA and Murdock turned to each other in surprise from their vantage point from the doorway.
"What do you make of that?" Murdock asked, still concerned and angry.
"Looks like Hannibal's making amends" BA stated gruffly.
"I still think Hannibal needs to be taught a lesson" Murdock said, looking towards his CO with fire blazing in his eyes.
BA nodded "Don't worry, Murdock. I'll think of something".
Four weeks later, Hannibal was dozing lightly on a lounger beside a huge pool. He was drinking gin and tonic from a long glass and basking in the sun.
Face had scammed the team a massive holiday house, and the four were enjoying a little R&R, away from the blazing red sirens and the shouts of MP's.
Murdock nodded towards BA, who nodded towards Face. They sneaked out of their hidden positions and circled Hannibal. Hannibal watched the three men approach with evil expressions on their faces. He was totally unprepared when they tipped his lounger into the water. Gin and tonic went flying and Hannibal spluttered obsenities as the cold water surrounded him.
Face laughed heartily, and dived in. Hannibal caught the Lieutenant and felt him thrashing in his arms. Turning him gently, Hannibal planted a deep kiss on Face's lips, startling the others.
Face felt time stand still. He felt Hannibal's arms wind around him, and caress his back as his lips sought the younger man's mouth hungrily, his tongue seeking out Face's.
Hannibal drew back and looked at Face squarely. "I've been a jerk, Face. Am I forgiven?".
Face felt his heart melt as Hannibal pressed against him and smiled a little "I think so".
Hannibal laughed at Face's wariness and watched as BA and Murdock stealthily retreated into the house to leave the two men alone. "I guess we have the pool to ourselves then".
"What's the plan, Hannibal?" Face asked, his voice dripping with lust.
Hannibal grinned. "No plan for once, Face. Lets just go with the flow of things".
Face nodded, and felt Hannibal's lips once again melt against his own. He was unsure why Hannibal had changed his mind so suddenly, but he didn't really care.
He had forgiven his friend for his mistake, and had found a lover.