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Author's Notes: Thanks to Pam for the beta!
Disclaimer: The characters involved are the property of the creator, Stephen J. Cannell. This fanfiction was written to promote the series, not for profit; no copyright infringement is intended.
Copyright: Stephanie Roberts, 2002
Murdock fidgeted in the back of the A-Team van. Perched atop his brow was not his normal hat, but a red one . . . a cross between a baseball cap and Santa's hat. "Any idea why
"No, man, but I wanna find out, myself," BA replied. For once, he wasn't at Murdock's throat, or scowling at his usual antics. He kept his concentration on the roadway as he drove through the darkness, passing homes with holiday lights adorning the outside.
"We're all going to find out why here in a minute. There's the place," Face indicated, pointing at a small house. Lights were set within a fir tree within the front lawn, and more hung from the gutters. Another tree could be seen inside the house through the front bay windows, but it was more extravagantly decorated.
Flakes of white danced upon the air, fluttering down to the front lawn. Snow in southern
BA eased the van along the curb, and then shut off the engine. The doors opened and the three A-Team members climbed out.
A few other cars were already parked in the driveway and along the curb. Considering all of the problems they had with the MPs, the presence of the other vehicles heightened their senses. Each one of them visually scanned the area, wondering if they were walking right into a trap.
Face made the first move and walked up to the door, with BA right behind him. Murdock picked up on the hand signal and hung back, just in case if there was any trouble. Cautiously, Face reached out with his right hand and pressed a button on the doorjamb. The faint sound of doorbell chimes could be heard coming from within the house.
Seconds ticked away, seeming like minutes. Finally, the large cedar door creaked open and
Upon seeing the colonel, Murdock moved up to join the others.
With a thick Celtic accent,
"Aw, man," BA moaned. "He's back on the Irish kick 'gain."
Face simply shook his head and grinned. They all remembered how much
"Lighten up, BA. Tonight's going to be fun. You guys are going to have a great time in the grand Smith tradition. I even invited some special guests to join us,"
"Special guests?" Face wondered, arching an eyebrow. They weren't even on a mission and
"Watch it, fool!" BA complained as Murdock pushed his way past him and Face. He stepped into
Boughs of holly, intertwined with green ivy, covered the mantle of the fireplace. More sat on top of the door and window frames within the room. A roaring fire was burning within the hearth, generating a warm, cozy feeling to the home aside from heat.
Christmas music filled the air, originating from a black stereo system on a bookshelf. Various books filled the shelves, sharing room with pictures in silver frames, and even a snow globe.
Face and BA walked in as
The pilot looked over with curiosity, but all he could see was the back of a woman with short brown hair. She was looking at the Christmas tree, and the presents which were sprawled on the floor beneath it. "Someone to see me?" Murdock parroted.
Murdock wandered over, wondering exactly who was sitting on the couch, and why she would want to see him. That was answered as soon as she turned around at the sound of his footsteps, looking into his eyes. "Hello, Murdock."
"Kelly?" he asked, unsure if who he was seeing was really there.
Dr. Kelly Stephens, the veterinarian who had helped Murdock escape from some bounty hunters, looked up at the pilot. Her eyes were warm and inviting, and a gentle smile touched her lips. She reached up and grabbed Murdock's hand, pulling him down onto the couch next to her.
She briefly directed her eyes upward. Murdock followed her gaze, spotting the sprig of red and green which dangled above both of their heads.
"Who needs mistletoe?" Murdock grinned, leaning forward to kiss her.
As they locked lips, the swinging door to the kitchen opened and two more individuals emerged. Dr. Maggie Sullivan carried a large bowl of mashed potatoes in one hand, and dished filled with gravy in the other. Lin Duk Coo carried a large turkey, roasted to a dark copper perfection, on a silver platter.
BA walked over to talk to Lin and Maggie as they put the food on the table.
The doorbell chimes again filled the air, and
"Amy?" he asked, the shock obvious within his voice. Her hair was longer again, not as short as it had been during the last job she had taken with them. That was the one where she had posed as Face's wife while he ran for sheriff within a small town. "I thought you were in
"The paper was giving me a few days off for the holidays, so I wanted to come back and visit you guys.
The grin on
Santa had gone over by the tree and was putting presents underneath it. Reverend Taylor wasted no time, heading over to the table and blessing the feast that was set out for all to partake in. One of the Bells talked with Sam, while the others danced to an upbeat Christmas song playing on the radio.
Pulling away from his reunion with Amy for a moment, Face walked up to
"Decker?" Face asked in a guess off the top of his head.
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