Article 114

[sonora_coneja]

Pairing: Face/Murdock
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: none
Summary: Fill for this prompt on the kink meme.

So, in the episode "Blood, Sweat, and Cheers", Kid Harmon's dad is reporting the team to Decker while looking at their wanted poster. If you look at the poster, it list Face as Capt. Templeton Peck. I realize that this is just some kind of typo, but I want to think of if as a mistake on the military's part, like maybe Face was promoted back in the army, but lost it for some reason..er..something like that

Face and Murdock get thrown in Osan lock-up, and Face loses his rank. I keep meaning to expand on this...


Hannibal was going to kill them both, the second he got them out of the Osan lock-up. He'd gotten the call just as he was about to hit the sack. Clean room, nice hot shower, minibar, real American television; he'd been looking forward to enjoying the Dragon Lodge at Pusan, Seoul. You'd think he could have trusted the boys to keep out of trouble for one night.

Then he'd realized how ridiculous that thought was, called the motor-pool, let BA know what was up, and made the hour drive south.

The colonel flashed his ID at the security forces sergeant at the front desk. "Captains Murdock and Peck. They in here?"

The sergeant looked like he was about to laugh, and then his lieutenant, a serious-faced kid with a bad haircut, came out of his office and explained the situation. It's pretty bad.

"You boys are Air Force, and my unit isn't PACOM. I want my men back."

"The installation commander's been notified, sir. I can get him on the phone..."

Fabulous. A two-star. "Do that."

Now Hannibal was standing in front of the cell. Being officers, they'd gotten their own, and it's a good thing, Hannibal thinks, because Murdock's sleeping on Face's knee, curled up in the narrow metal bench, the younger captain absently stroking his shoulder, zoned out. It's almost cute.

If Hannibal wasn't so pissed.

He knocks on the bars. "How you doing, captain?" Hannibal can't stop himself from putting extra emphasis on the rank. The kid had only pinned on last month, and Hannibal had been so damn proud. Then, of course, they'd had to get picked up for this exercise... "Heard you had a good time downtown."

"Place is a shithole," Face yawns, like none of this is bothering him. "But those kettle shots are pretty good."

"Kettle shots?" Hannibal doesn't really want to know. "Do you know why you're in here?"

"Uh, barfight?"

Okay. At least he wasn't too drunk. "Do you know what they're charging you with?"

"Charging me?"

"Dueling, Face. For fuck's sake, how do you get arrested for dueling?"

Face looked conflicted, like he wasn't sure how this was going to go. "Well, we weren't in the bar, exactly, and the other dude had a fucking katana or something..."

Murdock jerked up noisily. "He was defending my honor, sir!" he declared.

Face's fingers moved under the shirt a little. "Yeah, boss, it's not nice to call other people names, you know that."

For a second, Hannibal almost feels bad about this, but he did warn them... "The general's agreed not to court martial you two..."

"That's a relief, eh, Murdock?"

"...but he's already contacted Bragg. You're losing that bar."

"Still in your unit?"

"This asshole desk pilot isn't that good."

Face smiled that hard, bitter smile he put on sometimes, and ran his fingers back into Murdock's hair. He leaned down and kissed the other man's ear.

"It's worth it," he decided aloud, and Murdock turned into the kiss

Hannibal let them spend the rest of the night there anyway.