Scattered as the Sky

Chapter 1: A fighting chance

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now~ Hayley Williams

2010 Movie Verse A-Team

This may or may not get another chapter it depends on how i feel...:/

I have too much transformers stuff I need to finish.

The silence in the room drove him mad. Not knowing what was going on around him; More so. He tried to negotiate his hands from the ropes that held him down, but the cheap rope rubbed at his wrists with every movement cutting into his skin. His paranoia grew. He had howled for hours. Things were not always as they seemed to Howling Mad Murdock, but that's what everyone loved about him.

"I'm a little tea pot short and stout." He began to sing as he moved his wrists and legs. The chair shifted and bounced. "Here is my handle here is my spout." He continued hands moving as blood trickled down the ropes. "When I get all steamed up here me SHOUT" he growled. "Tip me over and pour me…" the chair he was tied to began to tip off balance, and he fell over. "Out…" He murmured his head against the floor. His corduroy airborne cap fell from his head, rolling away slowly towards the door. "Well that was fun…I want to go again!" He started to laugh.

After twenty minutes of lying there singing the countries of the world he snapped his head sideways. "Drat." He said finally and continued to struggle against the bonds that held him. Looking around he started to struggle "THERE'S AMONIA ON THE FLOOR I'M BURNING!" He struggled cutting his wrists more.

Murmurs outside the door alerted him "Doc he's crazy." They said. "He's got to go elsewhere."

"I'll be the judge of that. Thank you gentlemen for your assistance, you may leave me now." The door opened and they gave the man an odd eye, like they didn't trust him to be alone with their prisoner. "Leave me with him a moment to look him over he won't hurt me." The jailers nodded and left leaving Murdock staring at the wall smirking. That voice, he knew this "doctor's" voice.

"Why Doctor Lector have you come to eat my brains? I hear they are good with salsa." Murdock tried to crane his head back. Looking up at the face he knew well. "Cause I think my arms may taste better with salsa!"

Hannibal smiled and rushed to his side removing the ropes on his hands and legs. "No cannibalism today, but I'm definitely here to take you away." He smiled grasping the chair and hoisting his man up.

"They're coming to take me away!" Hannibal freed Murdock's hands quickly and he pulled them around to his front.

"Let me see."Hannibal took the man's hands pulling them closer "These will heal but you'll have bad scaring." Reaching in his bag he pulled out what he needed to disinfect the wounds. Slowly with delicate care he began wrapping Murdock's wrists. "Can you fly?" Touching the wounds carefully he waited for his pilot's response.

"Yes! I'm a bird! Watch me soar!" He smiled "Oh oh oh is it an F22?"

"No it…" he smiled down to his injured partner. "Is a Helicopter…your specialty." He smiled and finished with one hand moving to the other.

"Santa I want an F22 For Christmas." He smiled looking to the door "Can your elves let me out of here?"

"Oh they will Murdock they will." Hannibal had finished and reached in his bag pulling out a straight jacket. "I've got my elves ready to go…The sleigh awaits us .."

"NO!" Murdock scrambled backward. "NO NO NO I'm NOT CRAZY!" he yelled. "YOU KNOW I'M NOT!"

Hannibal glanced the door "Yes I know but this is just till we get outside…do this…and I'll arrange your F22." Hannibal's tone was even. "Face is outside waiting for us…remember santa needs you to be nice."

Murdock considered the deal for a moment but slowly, hesitantly he held out his bruised arms. Hannibal was slowly pulling the jacket over him talking to him calmly telling him every hook he was hooking and every fake lock he was putting in place. "F22." Murdock's psychosis was getting worse and only because he was not being treated properly. Murdock had always been put in VA mental hospitals not in prison cells. Hannibal knew why. His claustrophobia would take over and add to the psychosis.

"Indeed…I did promise." He smiled and ruffled Murdock's hair before standing and grasping his arm lifting him up to his wavering feet. "Can you walk?"

"Yeah Boss Doc…I can walk." He smiled "I'm a little tea pot short and stout." He began to sing again. Hannibal nodded slowly.

"Good." Hannibal began to hum the song Murdock was singing in an effort to keep him calm, and keep him singing. Banging on the door to the cell Hannibal waited. "I've got him …he's ready for transport." Hannibal bent down lifting up the ball cap and putting it in his bag.

The guards opened the door and looked at Murdock who smiled at them "The doc says I get an F22 from Santa for Christmas!"

"Yes soldier you do." Hannibal smiled and helped Murdock down the hall. "Here we go…Three doors and a gate…" he told Murdock allowed.

"Why are you telling him that?" the guard asked slowly as they walked. "He doesn't need to know."

Hannibal nodded and looked at Murdock slowly with sad eyes as if to say he would not mean his next words. "This man suffers from Paranoid Schizophrenia …He must know what to expect or he could get a bit hard to handle." He clung ever tighter to Murdock's arm.

"Are you calling me Crazy Doc?" Murdock slurred at Hannibal.

Hannibal smiled "Yes I am soldier…yes I am…"

"Ok good…." Murdock nodded sagely. The guards followed them closely to a small door and Hannibal knocked once. To the side a window guard came up and a woman smiled at him. "Just tell them that I'm not crazy…oh hi there…you need some flowers in your hair…girls look nicer with flowers in their hair."

"Taking him away huh?" She asked not acknowledging Murdock at all which made him pout slightly.

"Yes to some place with better treatment." Hannibal signed a name Murdock didn't recognize and then smiled and took by a cell phone the woman handed to him. "Come on Solider you need some sunshine and some open air." He pulled Murdock along. "Some vitamin D would do you good."

The guards took him trough two more locked down doors and then out into the main field. "A car is coming to pick you up?"

Hannibal nodded "Yes our pick up will be here shortly…" He checked his watch. With one hand still holding fast to Murdock so he didn't move. Three…two…one. He could hear the chopper blades whip through the air now as the ship drew closer …Face could pilot but it wasn't his thing. Murdock taught him everything he knew including fast pick-ups.

Hannibal stood just behind Murdock undoing the fake locks. Pulling each down in turn and then slipping them into his pockets. "What the hell is that?" One of the guards looked up. It was too late, however, Hannibal already had one guard down and hands on the other guard.

Murdock struggled out of his jacket and looked up "FACE!" He smiled "WHY ARE YOU FLYING!"

"WHY AREN'T YOU!" Face laughed and landed the chopper "COME ON WE GOTTA JET!" Hannibal ran for the chopper hopping in behind Murdock.

"Face you know nothing! This is a chopper not a jet!"Murdock pulled on his headset climbing into the side seat beside Face. Hannibal knelt down between them.

"Get us outta here …Now!" Guards began to flood the court yard. Firing off shots that never would make their mark.

"Rodger that Hannibal." Face smirked and pulled the helicopter off the ground. "B.A. is waiting for us back home."

Home, that was the place; nothing could reach them. A Large home in the middle of nowhere; Five bedrooms, a six car garage, and a large barn outback was all they needed. This was paradise. The helicopter landed behind the barn "When she cools down get her covered…Have B.A. help you." Hannibal ordered jumping out of the chopper. "Murdock inside."

"But I gotta cover her…" Murdock pouted. "I gotta put her to bed."

"That's an order."

Giving a lopsided salute with his sore arms he nodded "Yes sir."

Four of the bedrooms belonged to the men. The fifth bedroom housed all their medical supplies. "In your room Murdock change into something to sleep in." Murdock whined but moved to his room as Hannibal entered the medical storage and dug out an IV and new dressings for Murdock's wrists. "I mean it Murdock." He said louder.

"I want my JET!" Murdock growled opening the door to his room. The room was covered in shelves each with little plastic planes, and die cast figures on them; everything from real fighter jets and helicopters; to star wars replicas. Moving to the side of his bed he flipped a switch and all sorts of little lights came on around his room. Christmas lights, all blue lit up the room.

Changing into black shorts and a green G.I. Joe shirt he laid back on his bed raising his sore hand to knock the little helicopters that hung off one of the shelves against the wall over his head.

So distracted he didn't Notice Hannibal enter until Hannibal was hanging a little F22 beside the other planes to hang down over him like a mobile to a child. The pilot lit up. "There she is." He continued to wave at them with one hand while Hannibal put in the IV and started him on fluids and pain medication.

Smiling Hannibal looked him over, wrists and ankles and the huge scar on his neck. "yes.." he nodded "I told you she was here….and Santa even brought her early." He adjusted the drip as he spoke to the distracted Pilot.

"Hey Hannibal?"

"Yes Murdock?" Tilting his head Hannibal smiled.

"I'm not really crazy am I?" He turned his head eyes piercing into the older man's eyes.

Hannibal's hand took Murdock's "No…No you're not…You're Howling mad." He chuckled. Murdock howled once but settled down to watch his planes. Soon drifting off to sleep from medication.

Hannibal sat until he was sure Murdock was asleep and only left the room content that the pilot would not awaken.

"How's he doing?" A voice snapped Hannibal out of his reverie as Murdock's door was slowly shut. "Murdock is he alright?"

Hannibal nodded to face who walked up drying his hair. "Yeah he's Fine Templeton." He sounded Drained "Get some sleep."

"Perhaps you should too Hannibal." He said softly. Hannibal could only nod giving him a sideways glance turning to his room; the master bedroom of the house. Pulling his shirt off he dropped it to the bed moving to his dresser he set down his keys and opened a small cedar box pulling out his last cigar.

"Well Guess I need to pick up a few more." He murmured bringing the cigar to his lips he lit it with a silver zippo. Dropping the zippo back onto the dresser he took a long drag off the smooth Cigar with a smile. "That's what I needed." He moved to sit on the side of his bed looking out the window. This had not been their week. Too much had gone wrong, and their plans for once; were not coming together.