I have no real medical knowledge and no flying knowledge. Just FYI. And as usual, I own no rights to The A-Team.

Whack!

When the bullets started flying, there was no time to slip B.A. any night-night juice, so a whack to the back of the head had done the trick. For a few seconds, the scene could be described as nothing short of chaos.

"Drag him in!"

"Amy, get in! Now!"

"Hannibal!"

"Get him in, Face!"

Murdock pushed the image of his Colonel taking a bullet out of his mind as he fired up the chopper while bullets whizzed by and hit the skids. An explosion of hot pain tore through Murdock's thigh as the bird lifted high into the air. He ignored it; he'd deal with it later when he could.

Murdock glanced into the back as he flew. B.A. was mercifully passed out and strapped in, Amy beside him looking wide-eyed and panicked. Face was kneeling beside Hannibal on the floor of the helicopter, med kit open.

Murdock checked his leg. He was leaking. Leaking lots, he noticed. Enough where he wondered if something major got nicked. Pretty soon his khakis were going to match his new red tshirt. He hadn't had to fly while injured that badlyy since Vietnam.

"Faceman! I need you in the cockpit!" Murdock's voice was sharp.

Face glanced up at the pilot, the look on his face almost a glare. "Can't it wait, kinda busy back here!" His hands held gauze over the bullet wound in Hannibal's shoulder.

"Not a request." Murdock's voice had an urgent tone to it that caught Face's attention.

"Fine, give me a second. Amy, come here," Face looked at her and saw she was terrified. She had rarely seen any of them wounded before, let alone Hannibal. "You can do this. Amy, we need you," Face's voice was firm and reassuring at the same time as he looked right into her face. "I'll show you what to do." He proceeded to show Amy how to hold pressure over the wound for now. "Got it?"

Amy didn't say anything, just nodded. "Hey, Hannibal, guess I'm your new nurse," she tried to joke with the injured Colonel to mask her fear. She held gauze over the bullet wound with one hand and used her sleeve to wipe the sweat off the Colonel's face.

Hannibal gave her his best grin to reassure her. "Better looking than my last one. I'll be fine, kid." He lay back and closed his eyes, still chewing on the end of an unlit cigar.

Face stuck his head in the cockpit, mildly annoyed that Murdock had taken him away from Hannibal. "What's so important, Murdock?" He did notice that the Captain looked more stressed than usual.

Murdock's only response was to remove his bloody hand from his thigh and show Face. Face's jaw dropped and he cursed under his breath. His brain started spinning - he had a wounded pilot bleeding out, an unconscious passenger, and another wounded man. Not just any man, but the unflappable Hannibal. That left Amy and himself to treat the wounded and keep the bird up. "Murdock?"

Murdock finally spoke, so quietly that Face could barely hear him. "Best I figure, we're about 30 flying minutes from Doc Sullivan's. I'll get us there, but I'll need help. You've flown up here with me more than anybody, congratulations, you just got promoted to co-pilot. What about Hannibal?"

Face glanced back at Hannibal and Amy. She was leaning over him, talking quietly. Hannibal seemed to be doing ok, and if they could truly be at Maggie's in half an hour, removing the bullet could wait until then. Facing Murdock again, he patted him on the shoulder. "Hang in there, buddy. I'll be right back."

Turning again to face the back of the helicopter, Face started giving instructions to Amy. "Cut his shirt away from the bullet. Remove any obvious pieces of material or debris from the hole. If you can see the bullet, if you can feel it without probing in too far, use this," he paused and took a knife out of his pocket and handed it to her, "and remove it. Otherwise leave it alone. Dump the peroxide on it, it will have to do for now. Cover it back up with clean gauze and keep both hands on it."

Amy stuttered in her panic. "Face, I can't...can't. I don't know..."

Face cut her off, grabbing her hand. "Amy. You have to do this. I can't dig out a bullet right now. Trust me, there is no other option." It was something Face had done so many times in his life that it was second nature to him, something he could do as easily as disassembling a weapon blindfolded. "We need you right now. You are in charge of Hannibal for right now." Face's voice was firm and commanding, not showing any trace of the bile of fear rising in the back of his throat. He knew they were in a dangerous situation; ithin a few seconds he had been thrust into the role of CO and needed to get a plan in action and get them to Maggie's.

He turned back to Murdock as the helicopter took a sudden dip, then straightened out again. "Can you fly while I try to look?" When Murdock nodded, beads of sweat trickling down his neck, Face wedged himself between the pilot's chair and controls with a pair of scissors. He gingerly cut a large square of khaki material away from where Murdock took the hit. As he removed the material, blood poured from the wound. "Steady now, Murdock," Face's voice was quiet and calming as he noticed Murdock's concentration falter and his eyes struggle to stay open. He glanced around and saw nothing to use to try to staunch the bleeding, so he awkwardly reached both hands through the small space and applied as much pressure as he could on Murdock's thigh.

"Faceman...I'm startin to see shadows. Not feeling too hot. You might have to bring this girl down," Murdock's voice was strained with pain and fatigue.

Face considered their options. He could have Murdock land the helicopter now, where they were, and try to radio the Sheriff of Bad Rock for help, or he could try to push an injured man more than what he should, trusting the lives of everyone on board to an injured pilot. "How much farther, Murdock?"

Murdock took a second to respond. He was pale and sweat was dripping off him. There were bloody handprints on the controls. "10 minutes. I hope, cause I ain't got any more than that in me, Face."

"Can you do it?" Face's question was honest, and he knew Murdock wouldn't lie.

Murdock didn't lie, he just didn't answer, it took all he had to fly straight. Face knew that was the answer.

With his arms still reaching on Murdock's leg, Face turned his head back to Amy. "There's smelling salts in the med kit. Use them on B.A. We need all hands on deck." It was a big risk waking B.A. up in the middle of any flight, especially a rather perilous one like this, but Face needed any help he could get. He hoped B.A. would be able to get a grip and be of some help to them.

Amy nodded mutely, then took her hands off Hannibal's shoulder. She cracked open the vial and waved it under B.A.'s nose, staying as far away from him as she could. She flinched as B.A.'s eyes fluttered open.

"Hey! We on a chopper! Fool's going to crash us! You..."

Amy cut him off curtly. "Save it, B.A. So you don't like to fly. For right now, you're just going to have to deal with it. We've got a situation here and you need to suck it up and deal with it."

For the first time, B.A. looked around. Any fear he had was pushed aside when he saw that both Hannibal and Murdock were shot. "Hannibal!" He unstrapped himself and dropped to his knees beside the Colonel. "I got him, Amy." The Colonel was hurt, that took priority even over his fear of Murdock's flying.

Amy nodded her understanding and slipped up front. She knew Murdock was hurt, but she didn't know how badly until she saw Face's hands pressed down on the pilot's leg and the expressions of furrowed brows, concentration, and pain on Murdock's face. She looked at Face, at his blood covered hands, and struggled to keep both the emotions and the nausea at bay.

Finally the small town of Bad Rock appeared in front of them. "Going to make it, Captain?" Face asked his friend. He had every confidence in Murdock's abilities, but he also knew things looked rough.

Amy took the copilot's chair. "What do I do?"

Murdock glanced at Face, his face deathly pale. "It's either you or her helping me to fly this thing. You've done it before."

"Here, Amy, trade me." Face motioned for her to take his place and he gingerly eased his way out of his position as Amy eased her way in. He put his already blood stained hands over Amy's and positioned them on Murdock's thigh. "Right here. Keep lots of pressure on it. Don't let up."

As Amy took over Face's spot, Murdock let out a gasp. "S ok, chica. Just keep your hands nice and firm," he said painfully. Usually that would have led to a joke, but no one was joking in their current situation.

"Murdock, hang on. It's not much farther," Amy tried her best to reassure him.

Face took the copilot's seat. "Ok, buddy. Get her lined up nice and straight and we'll bring her home together. I'll take the pedals, you take the sticks." He sounded much more confident than he was.

Murdock gripped the stick as tightly as he could. "I'll give it my best, Face."

"I know you will, buddy."