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Mama I'm Coming Home

Mama I'm Coming Home
by Roxilicious

Ratings/Warnings: PG - some violence
Summary: This story takes place four months after Max has left the Team. The Team decides to try to take a small "vacation" by visiting B.A.'s mother. On the way there, the Team has time to think, reflect, and engage some new friends along the way.
There is just the usual A-Team violence in this little story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team characters.
Copyright: September 2002
Comments: Yes, Please


"I think this is a great idea, Hannibal. We need a little down time after the last couple of missions," Face sighed contentedly as he reclined in his seat, closing his languid blue eyes, ready for what he considered some much deserved rest and relaxation.

"Yeah, we need some time off to get back in shape, sucka." B.A. grumbled as he drove. "The last couple of missions we've gotten through by the skin of our teeth . . . we're gettin' sloppy, . . . especially that crazy fool." He glanced back at Murdock to see if he had heard his insinuation. Murdock didn't move, just stared out the window, lost in his thoughts.

Hannibal glanced back as well, noting his pilot's indifference to the other members as they drove toward B.A.'s mother's home. "Captain, . . . ." he paused, taking a puff off his cigar, then repeated more sternly, "Captain."

Murdock shook his head and turned slowly to face his unit, "Um, . . . yes, Colonel?"

"We don't mind you going off to other places in your mind, in fact, at times you're downright entertaining when you're somewhere else inside there, but you're usually still interacting with us here on this plane, . . . is there anything on your mind that you'd like to talk about, Captain?" he asked with a fatherly concern tone.

"I'd rather not, Colonel." Murdock sighed as he went back to staring out the window, slouching in his seat and pulling his blue baseball cap low, hooding his brooding brown eyes.

The Team had been worried about Murdock since they'd left St. Louis about four months ago. He was still very troubled by the events that had occurred there, the actions between himself and Max weighing on his mind and heart. It did seem that at times Murdock was somewhere else far away, his eyes glassy as thoughts flowed endlessly through his mind.

B.A. couldn't stand the tense silence any longer and flipped on the radio, turning the dial to find something, . . . anything, . . . to fill the void left from Murdock's unusual silence. As he continued to flip through the dial, Murdock suddenly yelled out for him to stop on a particular song. He smiled sadly as he listened to the words and sunk back down in his seat.

Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come , But I ain't the same
Mama, I'm Coming Home
Times gone by seem to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, I'm Coming Home . . .

B.A. smiled as he thought about the first time he brought the Team home to meet his mother. They had all shown their deep friendship to him by playing along with the assumption his mother was under that he, not Hannibal, was the Team leader. Deep down, he didn't even really mind when his mother blurted out how well he had talked to her about Murdock. He really did care for the crazy man. He was like a lil' brother. B.A.'s smile faded as he though about those words . . . "like a lil' brother" . . . he had said that to Max before she had left them in St. Louis. He wondered where she really was right now and hoped she was safe and would succeed in finding her brother.

Hannibal smiled momentarily as he thought of how good a friend Murdock had proven over the years, risking his life numerous times to save the Team. He remembered fondly, but still with a twinge of bittersweet guilt, when Murdock had taken that bullet meant for him when he'd gotten too cocky and turned his back on the fallen foe.

The Team had been overcome with dread as they feared their pilot wouldn't pull through that time, . . . but he had.

Face closed his bloodshot eyes and his thoughts drifted back to 'Nam. He could smell the rank sweaty muckiness in the steamy air as his boots squished up to the ankle in murky mud. Even the light rain tapping rhythmically against his helmet and plastering the stray ends of his blonde hair sticking out to his tanned neck couldn't cool him down. He crouched low as he trekked forward, peering over the lip of the makeshift foxhole he was moving through. He crawled out of the foxhole cautiously and glanced to his right, about fifteen feet away, where another foxhole began. He started to dart toward the next foxhole, hearing the echo of a round firing at him, nicking at his heels. His running in time with his heart pounding in his chest, he swooped along at a good gait. But, then a pain shot through his left thigh and his gait slowed, lumbered as his left leg began limping. Then, he felt a force throwing him forward, landing awkwardly facedown in the foxhole he was running toward. He rolled over quickly, thinking it might be an enemy attacking him in the foxhole, then withdrew his gun as he stared up into concerned brown eyes he'd seen before.

"You okay, Faceman?" Murdock drawled as he quickly checked over Face's body, noting the injury to his thigh. "Not bad, Face. Just a flesh wound . . . the bullet didn't even stay in," he returned his smiling brown eyed gaze back into the blue pools of the young Lieutenant he was now crawling off of.

"Murdock, . . . you, . . . you saved my life . . ." Face whispered in disbelief.

"Yeah, good thing I had to come with y'all on ground operations this time, huh?" Murdock laughed as he helped Face up. Face just kept staring at Murdock in shock, . . . finally finding the words that seemed so inadequate, "Thank you."

"You know, Face, sometimes words aren't needed." Murdock explained as he pulled Face after him as they tried to plot out how much further they had to go to get back to the rescue point so they could be picked up.

Face opened his eyes to slits and glanced over toward his friend, who hadn't seemed to move at all. For the past four months, he had noticed the aura of sadness that seemed to cling to Murdock almost as well as his worn brown bomber jacket. Even when Murdock was in higher spirits, trying to still entertain the Team, there was a sadness in his smile. Face thought a moment of how Murdock's heart had taken a flesh wound when Max had scrambled out that vent, but he also knew that she had to do what she had to do and now he could only try to be there for Murdock, because there was the possibility she might not come back ever again.

Took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes
You made me cry, told me lies
But, I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, I'm Coming Home
I could be right, I could be wrong
Hurts so bad, it's been so long
Mama, I'm Coming Home

Murdock closed his eyes, trying to shut out the thoughts that always ran through his mind now, but they just kept on coming. He licked his lips and could swear he could still taste her, even after four months. He could see her in his mind, in her weakness and in her strength. His heart ached at the thought of her smile, the thought that he might not see that again. He shivered involuntarily, pulling his jacket tighter around him, but it didn't help. He looked out the window once again, the rain falling down the glass lightly.

"I think I need to get some sleep, Colonel. Is it okay if I lay down in the back and use the blankets . . . can't seem to get warm?" he asked with a yawn.

"Sure, Captain." Hannibal replied as he watched Murdock climb into the back seat and reach underneath to pull out all the rough army blankets he could find. Murdock covered every inch of himself in the blankets, soon looking like just a huddled mass of them, hidden from the world. Murdock sighed and tried to get comfortable under all the rough material, but he still felt cold. He knew it was just another part of this funk he was in, but he had to humor himself by trying to blame it on the coldness outside.

Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before a fall
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just got to have it all
I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm Coming Home
I'm Coming Home

B.A. was sure that Murdock was thinking of Max, and it hurt him that he couldn't help Murdock more. Maybe being on this little relaxing trip and being in a more family atmosphere would help him out. B.A. could almost smell his mother's cooking as he thought of her once again, his heart leaping at the thought of seeing his mother's warm smile when he walked in and hugging her once again. It had been so long.

Hannibal puffed on his cigar thoughtfully as the words of the song filtered into his mind and his thoughts went to Maggie once again. He could see her firm but gentle eyes in his mind and smiled despite himself as he remembered the last time they'd been together. His sweet Maggie, . . . maybe he could convince the Team to extend their little vacation to make a short stop by Maggie's on the way back. It had been so long.

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had the hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes
I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm Coming Home
I'm Coming Home

A few hours later . . .

"Hannibal, I don't like the look of those last couple of cars that passed us." B.A. grumbled.

"Agreed, Sergeant. Looks like we might meet up with Decker along our little scenic route." Hannibal grinned. B.A. rolled his eyes in response.

They drove on, keeping a lookout ahead of them, until they saw lights flashing from behind them. "Looks like we got company," Face mumbled as he groggily looked back.

B.A. tried to speed up as best he could, wary of the wet asphalt ribbon they were driving on. He weaved in and out of the traffic ahead for a few miles, and then B.A. struggled to keep the van under control as they skidded out.

Murdock felt the van skidding and just held tight to where he was laying, clutching the blankets over him. He heard the guys' voices, knowing they were okay, but he also heard the sirens behind them. He didn't budge. The side door flung open and he heard a gun safety click off as a deep man's voice ordered the Team out of the van.

"We got a call from a Colonel Decker who is on his way with some MPs to get you boys. We were ordered to detain you and consider you armed and dangerous, so if you make one wrong move, we are allowed to shoot on sight." The sheriff said.

Murdock still didn't budge as he hoped these cops didn't know there was a fourth member, his prayers answered as a deputy was ordered to search the interior and the young officer only peered in and replied "Nothing but a bunch of blankets in the back, sheriff," and shut the side door once again.

Murdock sighed out in relief, then counted silently, trying to time his move. He waited until about the fiftieth Scooby-dooby-doo, then rose from the blankets slowly, peering over the back seat out the rear window. He could see the Team standing next to a squad car being questioned by the sheriff.

Murdock slid over the top of the back seat and crouched low, the muscles coiling in his legs as he licked his lips in anticipation. He had to save his friends and they needed to get out of here to B.A's mama's . . . she'd worry if they were late. Murdock reached in the stronghold box and withdrew a rifle, cocking it as he ducked lower, the deputy heading back toward the back of the van. The deputy started to open the back door slowly. Murdock kicked the door open, sending the deputy flailing to the ground. Murdock leapt up, showering bullets just above the cops' heads, to which the cops instinctively hit the ground. The Team ran for the van and leapt in, peeling out. Murdock fired on the following police cars, but couldn't seem to get their tires.

"I, . . . can't lose them, . . . can't get their, . . . their tires," he huffed as he tried to aim straighter in the swerving van.

"Here, Murdock, let me try," Face said as he leaned over the back seat and took the rifle from Murdock's hands, steadying his aim and firing in a line, blowing out the three cop cars' tires. Murdock pulled the door to and he and Face scrambled back up to their respective seats.

"C'mon, B.A.," Murdock drawled with a grin, "pull the lead out. You're mama will kill us if we're late." Murdock then sang his own rendition of Ozzy Osbourne's song they had listened to earlier, knowing they were going somewhere they could all always consider a home, a thought that brought a warm comfort to all of them, however brief in might be in the long-run.

Mama I'm Coming Home by Roxilicious



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