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Hannibal's Christmas

Hannibal's Christmas
by TVNewsCam

Rating: G
Summary: Hannibal opens his home to the A-Team and some special guests for a Christmas party. Written as a response to the Christmas Song Challenge by Cathy Fisher.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Pam for the beta!
Warnings: None
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 Hannibal made it seem so important we go to his place tonight?" he inquired.

"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 California was almost unheard of, eliminating almost all possibilities for a white Christmas. These flakes, however, seemed to originate from a spot on the roof. "Looks like someone's got a bad case of dandruff," Murdock joked.

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 Hannibal stepped into view. He had a wild grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. His silver-white hair seemed to glow from the red porch light above his head, and he had a green shirt on under his tan safari jacket.

Upon seeing the colonel, Murdock moved up to join the others.

With a thick Celtic accent, Hannibal greeted his men, "Ah, welcome to my humble abode. Do come in. Sit a spell, feast to your hearts' content, dance a jig, sing a tune, share some tales . . ."

"Aw, man," BA moaned. "He's back on the Irish kick 'gain."

Face simply shook his head and grinned. They all remembered how much Hannibal got into character as Shawn O'Shea, owner of The Naked Lady pub. For days, they had to put up with his Irish proverbs and stories of his "dearly departed father." What made it worse was that Hannibal seemed to enjoy every single second of it . . .

"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," Hannibal told him, dropping the accent.

"Special guests?" Face wondered, arching an eyebrow. They weren't even on a mission and Hannibal seemed to be on the Jazz.

Hannibal shrugged his shoulders, as he clarified, "Just some close friends and old clients." The look on his face gave him away... it was clear that he was up to something.

"Watch it, fool!" BA complained as Murdock pushed his way past him and Face. He stepped into Hannibal's house and looked around like an eager child who was visiting Disneyland for the first time. He looked around at the classy decorations, most of which was not visible from the outside.

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.

Fine China table settings edged the dining room table. Some dishes were already out . . . cole slaw, pasta salad, potato salad. A silver candelabra adorned the center of the table, with a green holly wreath surrounding the base. Slender red and green candles sat within each of the holders, a soft glow emanating from the flame at the top of the wick.

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 Hannibal moved beside Murdock, pointing to a couch on the other end of the living room. "Murdock, you've got someone here to see you."

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.

Hannibal nodded with an impish smile on his face.

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 Hannibal made his way to the door. He opened it, ushering in the new arrivals. Santa Claus entered, carrying a red velvet sack filled with gifts. Behind him were the Bells, Reverend Taylor, Sam Ying, and one other individual who caught Templeton Peck by surprise.

"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 Jakarta . . ."

"The paper was giving me a few days off for the holidays, so I wanted to come back and visit you guys. Hannibal told me about the party, invited me over, and wanted to keep it a secret," she explained.

The grin on Hannibal's face grew larger as he watched Amy put her arm around Face's waist. He knew that there was a connection between the two of them . . . something which had the potential to blossom into a full-fledged romance if given the opportunity.

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 Hannibal and wondered, "Who in the world did you manage to sucker into wearing the Santa suit?"

Hannibal replied, "You'll never believe me if I told you."

"Decker?" Face asked in a guess off the top of his head.

Hannibal said nothing, but pulled out a cigar and lit it. The smile on his face seemed to glow brighter than the star on top of his Christmas tree, and his eyes sparkled more than the garland.

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