Jealousy With a Halo - Part One - Hannibal

[indigo_angels]

Jealousy and possessiveness abound when Face and Hannibal suffer a serious inability to communicate... Movie-verse. Usual warnings for slash and language.

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Hannibal:-
He catches my eye the second he walks into the mess tent. Okay, so maybe I was looking out for him, since it was so obvious he never made back to his quarters for the night... But even so, he seems to just catch everyone’s eye the second he swaggers in. And, yeah, swaggers is the right word. If he had a t-shirt that said, ‘Hey everyone, I got laid last night and it was fucking amazing!’ he couldn’t make it any clearer than he is now. I feel that all too familiar stinging heat start up in my stomach and push the rest of my breakfast to one side.

 

Murdock follows my eyes and turns his head to where Face is leaning over and flirting with a whole table of nurses, probably lining up his entertainment for tonight. I can feel the tension creeping up my legs.

 

“Face!” Murdock stands up and waves, causing a few of the jarheads around us to snigger. I see Face turn a quick furious stare their way and it instantly shuts them up, but he’s at our table in a second, so obviously trying to protect his best friend that it makes me even more furious. How can he be so attentive in some ways and so hopelessly ignorant in others?

 

“Hey, bud,” I watch with a scowl on my face as he slides down onto the bench next to Murdock and instantly snags one of the sausages off his plate, “Jesus, I am knackered. I tell you, that Sgt. Dawson is tenacious..."

 

My hand tightens involuntarily around my coffee cup and I catch BA out of the corner of my eye as he turns to narrow his eyes at the kid. Murdock, of course, plays along, “Yeah? Well, that’s only ‘cos there was meteor storm over Mercury last night, always sends the women wild...”

 

BA’s head flicks round to Murdock then I see him give a little shake before turning back to his bacon but Face doesn’t even bat an eyelid. “Yeah?” he reaches out and grabs another sausage before draining all Murdock’s juice in one go, “Maybe a bit of a heads up there next time? Don’t wanna miss out on another night like that one!” 

 

I feel my teeth grinding together so hard, the pain is literally running up and into my head. The damn kid hasn’t even looked my way since he crawled in.

 

“Hey,” that’s BA’s voice and I glance over. The big guy is usually the last one to get involved in the post mortems of Face’s nights of passion.

 

Face glances up too, his expression open and innocent, and quite honestly it bugs the hell out of me.

 

“Why you eatin’ his food, man? “the anger is clear in every syllable, “Maybe you should get your ass out of bed earlier, then you’ll be in time to get your own damn breakfast!”

 

I watch Face closely and for just a second his eyes cloud in hurt before he quickly pushes it away. I curse myself at how much that bothers me but before he gets the chance for a snappy comeback, Murdock is there defending him as always, “It’s okay, Big Guy, I knew Face was gonna be busy this mornin’ so I got extra just for him!”

 

He beams at his answer and Face claps him on the back before pinching his toast. BA just shakes his head and goes back to his food.

 

Meanwhile, I realise my patience had finally run out.

 

“We are training this morning, lieutenant,” I spit out, “In case you have forgotten.”

 

Face looks at me, damn his wide eyed innocent look, “Of course, boss. I’m here aren’t I? Ready to go.”

 

“Ready to go?” I can feel the roiling fire in my gut sparking into every word, “Smelling like a whore house and wearing last night’s clothes?”

 

What makes it even worse is that the bastard just laughs at me, “Okay, okay! I get the hint, I’ll go and shower,” he stands up and stretches his hands up above his head, making a couple of inches of hard belly show above his waistband, “Need to work out a few kinks anyway... man that girl was flexible...”

 

I force myself to still quiet and on the bench. Yelling everything in my head in front of the entire camp won’t help matters but I feel Murdock’s eyes on me as Face saunters out again, throwing easy smiles at the nurses again as he leaves.

 

It’s only after the swing doors close behind him that I meet Murdock’s stare. “Uh, boss...” he looks from his empty plate to my half full one, “You finished with that, ‘cos I’m still a bit hungry...”   

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