A/N: This should be an interesting one. I know I've got some unfinished stories, but Three Weeks Off and My Second Me are like, two chapters away form ending. So this and A Crash of Hope will be my top stories. I got this idea when I was sitting in class and I knew I needed to get it down before I lost it completely. I will admit, it's going to be a little hurt/comfort and all. And it may at first seem to be like A Crash of Hope but it is COMPLETELY different!

Basically, Face and Murdock must work together to find out what happened to B.A. and Hannibal after the crash. Trust me, it's much more interesting than my kinda bad summary says! The song in this first part, is 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' each chapter is going to being with a few lines from a song that fits this chapter. So...let me know what you think! And I will finish up my other two stories and focus on this and A Crash of Hope:)

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me

'Til then I walk alone'

Alone. They were alone.

It started with the plane. It always does, Face thought sourly. They had been going over Mexico again, trying to get back into America. The Mexican helicopter chasing them had fired its own missiles and the next thing the four A-Team members knew, they were going down. Fast. Murdock had fought hard to keep this plane going, but he lost the battle and was giving Face instructions on how to get to the parachutes. There were four and they each strapped one on, giving each other looks as they mentally argued on who was going first.

They agreed on Face. He braced his hands on the frame of the open door, feeling the roaring wind as it ripped by, moving his hair and clothes around.

"Murdock, you're next." Hannibal ordered and Murdock had held up his hand in disagreement. "I'm the Captain, I must wait to make sure my passengers get out safely."

But Hannibal wouldn't take no for an answer. He shook his head at Murdock. "And I'm your Commanding Officer, in charge of making sure you boys are safe. You're going. B.A. will go after you." When Murdock didn't budge, Hannibal grabbed his shoulders and had steered him to the door behind the frozen Faceman. "You're wasting time."

"I can't, Colonel!" Murdock was pleading. "This isn't right, I should be going last! I'm the one who didn't dodge the missile, I'm the friggin' Captain, I either go last, or go down."

They had had only moments left before the plane completely exploded and the four men each knew this. B.A. puffed his chest out boldly and announced, "I'll be last, Hannibal. Someone's gotta lead these two."

Hannibal's breath was coming out quicker as he mentally counted down. "If anyone's going down, it's me. Now get!"

And he had gave Murdock a hard shove, knocking him into Face and they both were falling. Face pulled his chute and jerked to a slower falling speed right as Murdock came bulleting right by him. Quick as lightning, Face's hand had flashed out and grasped hold of Murdock's backpack, jerking them both down as Face's parachute struggled with the extra weight. But it held.

Murdock looked up at Face and as soon as Face turned his head around to see the plane passing by, it exploded.

And neither had seen the other two leap out.

"NOOOOOO!" Murdock's scream was audible even through the roaring wind that carried them down to earth. He began kicking, his loud cries shaking his body. Face found it difficult to keep hold of his backpack and reached down with his other arm to grab Murdock up under his armpits, wrapping his arm around the upper half of his chest and pulling him up a little. The flying debris smacked them in the faces, all but barely missing the parachute, much to Face's amazement.

His ow eyes were tearing up, wondering if it really was true that they had just witnessed the death of John 'Hannibal' Smith and Bosco 'B.A.' Baracus. Their family.

They had landed in a field, the parachute coming down like a delicate blanket over them as they landed on their sides, Face removing his arm from around Murdock. The pilot was trembling, he slowly sat up with Face.

Murdock's nose was bleeding, his left cheek sporting a long gash. Face's right eye had been hit and it was bruising black and purple already. His left sleeve had been ripped open and he could feel blood running down his arm at the elbow.

They spoke no words, Murdock's long fingers grabbed onto Face's shirt and he buried his face in his chest, sniffing loudly and getting blood all over the front of his white shirt. Face grabbed onto Murdock's shoulders, pulling him close and rocking him back and forth, muttering useless words as he too felt the tears escape down his cheeks.

Above them, a helicopter was flying off, it's rotors causing a slight stir of wind on the ground. But they never noticed, never thought about it.

They were lost, in the middle of either Mexico or one of the states that bordered it, Face and Murdock had no idea. They had no idea what happened to B.A. and Hannibal. But they were also...alone.