Colonel and The Angel
Summary: Hannibal takes care of a baby. This is not
something he is comfortable with.
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The Colonel and the Angel
"Oh no, I'm
out of coffee!" Murdock sounded horrified.
Murdock, we'll have something else." Hannibal said. Murdock just gave him a
"Do you know
how little sleep I had last night?" He asked. He gestured at the baby on
her play mat on the floor. "Emma kept us up till dawn!" He grabbed
you going?" Hannibal asked, alarmed.
I'll be five minutes."
Just watch her. Five minutes." He was gone, banging the screen door
Hannibal turned to the child, regarding her rather
like a piece of unexploded ordnance. She seemed to be attempting to eat a
rattle, her soft baby mouth trying to get a grip on the brightly coloured
kid." Hannibal said. "We're not going to have any
trouble are we? You just carry on there, you know, eating your toys and I'll…
well… stand here and watch you like an idiot, I suppose." She lost
interest in the rattle and dropped it. Then she looked up at Hannibal. He'd seen that look at any number of
auditions. It said 'you'd better have something good for us today.' Hannibal gave her a big smile.
Emma started to
Oh no, Hannibal thought. This wasn't supposed to happen.
What the hell do I do now? What the heck, he corrected himself, then added,
she's not telepathic, you dolt. Her crying increased in pitch. Her little face
was bright red now.
come on. What do you want to cry for?" He looked around for a pacifier and
remembered that Murdock had decided he didn't approve of them and wouldn't let
her have one. Fool.
Hannibal knelt on the floor beside the play mat. He
picked up the rattle, grimacing at the baby spit all over it and shook it
hoping to distract her. The rattle had no effect. Keys, ah yes, babies liked it
when you jiggled your car keys didn't they? He took his out and rattled them in
front of her.
go, look, see, keys. Highest form of entertainment to you baby folks,
right?" Apparently not. She didn't stop crying. Hannibal tried another plan. Making faces. She
started to scream.
Murdock, where are you?" With a sinking heart, he remembered going to the
convenience store down the road with Murdock while visiting him last week. The
clerk there was a new father too and he and Murdock had spent at least twenty
minutes trying to outdo each other with their stories of how little sleep they
were getting and how much baby barf they'd had on them.
It looked like Hannibal was stuck. He needed a plan. Automatically
he reached for a cigar, then looked at it, looked at the baby and sighed. He
put the cigar away.
Murdock had once
mentioned that there was one sure-fire way to stop Emma crying. Take her out in
the car. Hannibal thought about it and in the space of five
seconds the consequences played out in his mind's eye. Murdock would arrive
home to find them gone and alert the authorities that they'd been abducted.
There'd be a wild chase across LA; all broadcast live via chopper-cam on the
rolling news channels. "Breaking News! A-Team man
kidnaps baby!" In a tragic case of miscommunication, the police would
shoot Hannibal dead and Murdock would appear on TV
clutching Emma and sobbing about it all being a big misunderstanding. Hannibal shook his head, began to think the child's
crying was affecting his mind.
tried his command voice. "Shape up, soldier! Quiet in
the ranks." Then in a pleading tone he said, "Look, if you
stop crying I'll give you a field commission." Abruptly she stopped.
Surprised, relieved, Hannibal grinned. "You like that, huh? Tell
you what, I'll make you a major, that way you'll outrank your dad." To his
horror, her face screwed up again. "Okay, lieutenant colonel! I meant
lieutenant colonel!" Too late. She started
Hannibal groaned in despair. He was going to have
to do the unthinkable. He'd hoped it wouldn’t come to this.
He picked the baby
back in ten minutes later. He was carrying two bags of groceries and had a smug
grin on his face. The clerk's baby had only spit up on him once last night.
Emma had spit up on Murdock three times. On a new shirt too.
An easy victory.
Hannibal was sitting on the couch with Emma dozing
in his arms.
Murdock said. "I knew you'd have no trouble."
not," Hannibal said. "She's an angel." He
decided to wait awhile before breaking it to Murdock that his baby daughter was
now higher up the chain of command than he was.