Title: Hot
Author: Therm
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters portrayed in this story.
Summary: Sometimes you can't help but act on impulse.
Warnings: Slash.
Everyone else was probably asleep.
This time of night, most people were, but he couldn't. The heat was too much, every room airless, not a breeze anywhere to help cool things off.
Hannibal couldn't help wondering if all the rooms were as bad as this one. He sat up slightly, could just make out Face in the other bed across from him. He heard the rhythmis breathing and knew that his Lieutenant hadn't any issue with sleeping.
Deciding that maybe he needed a drink of water to help cool him down, he got out of bed as carefully as he could so as not to disturb the other man and left the room.
The place they were staying in was only small, but it had been the best they could do on short notice. They were only supposed to be passing through this town, but once BA saw a group of men pushing around an old lady because 'they owned the town' he'd said they needed to sort the out first.
So they'd stayed, got involved when it was nothing really to do with them. The lady who had been the victim when the team had first seen what was happening, Daisy, had insisted they stay with her until they moved on the next day.
They felt they had little choice, she was such a sweet old lady. So they stayed there.
Hannibal made hiw way through the lounge to get to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of cold water and drank half of it, then refilled the glass, ready to take it back with him. He walked back through the lounge and noticed Murdock sleeping on the couch. He had a very thin blanket over him, stuck to him from the sweat due to the heat.
Hannibal could just make out the way Murdock's hair was stuck to his head. Too damn hot.
He stood there watching the pilot as he slept, watched him as he breathed in and out steadily. Hannibal reached out and pushed the hair off his forehead. He kept his hand there, touching Murdock's head gently.
He watched Murdock's features, he didn't stir from his sleep. He was peaceful. A rarity for any of them.
He let his hand move from Murdock's head now. Let him rest.
Shaking his head as he walked away, he knew that even thinking of taking that path would lead to trouble for the team. He couldn't jepordise them like that, but it was hard. The more he saw Murdock, the more he wanted to let him know what he kept hidden from him.
But he couldn't.
With one last look back, he walked away and returned to the bedroom.
Once the door closed, Murdock opened his eyes, letting out a shakey breath.
The End