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I wrote this story as an answer to the whole Mary Sue question

The Eye of the Beholder or The Nubiangeek meets the A-Team

by Nubiangeek

 

Rating: PG

Summary:  You wanted Mary Sue?  You got 'er.  She's equipped with a little

spice!

I wrote this story as an answer to the whole Mary Sue question.  This

character,  whom I've written about before, closely resembles me.  I usually

don't make my female characters black unless I feel that the male counterpart

would 'go for' a black girl.  I often speculate what would it be like if she

were 'Black like me'.  I wrote a much better Nubiangeek story for the Lone

Gunmen.  this story was just something that I threw together for the Mary Sue

thing.  Oh,  I also address the fact that,  on the show whenever there was a

black girl in trouble,  B.A. got the girl.  That doesn't happen in my story :)

Disclaimer:  I don't own the A-Team,  but it sure is fun to write about them!

 

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Quisha Jones swung down the street with a fancy free air.  She was on her way

to rehearsal.  Life was good.  They had just sold their first record and had

a concert date coming up.  Everything was great!

When she arrived at the rehearsal hall,  everything was set.  She went up on

stage and said hello to the director who was setting the numbers.

"Hey baby,  you're managers are supposed to be here today.  are you ready to

give them a show?"  Quisha rolled her eyes.  These imaginary managers had

mysteriously given her the money t  start her recording career two years

earlier.  Since then,  they had overseen everything from somewhere else.  It

had worked out great,  but she had never met them.  She just decided to go on

business as usual'.  they probably wouldn't show anyway.

 

"So, you're telling us that you invested some more of our money without our

permission?"  Hannibal asked unbelievably.  B.A. approached Face angrily.

"You trying to lose more of our money,  Fool?"  Face stepped back and tried

to explain.

"Look,  I hear that she's real good. . ."  Everybody looked at him as if this

was something they went through a lot.

"A girl.  We might have known.  Wait a minute,  you haven't even heard her?" 

Murdock just shook his head.

"Oh come on, the least we can do is go hear the girl."  Face whined.  they

knew that they would all end up going to hear the girl  especially after Face

whined.

"She's going to be at Bennett auditorium,  but we can watch her rehearse this

afternoon."  It was no use to fight it.   They would go.

 

Quisha was in the middle of a soft,  sultry song when the four men walked in.

 She knew,  or sensed,  right away that they were the mysterious managers. 

She laid back and belted out a slow groove.

When the song was over,  she headed out to meet them.  She could tell that

each one of them was sizing her up in different ways.  She looked for signs

of lust.

"Hi,  I'm Quisha Jones.  And you are. . . ?"  They all looked at each other 

to see who was going to introduce.  Face took up the reins.

"Well,  first of all,  we're the A-Team.  I'm Templeton Peck,  call me Face."

 Face,  of course,  put on the charm,  but Quisha felt as if this was

something that he did automatically and that it wasn't directed toward her. 

"This is B.A. Baracus."  Quisha laughed inwardly.  Why was it that whenever

there was a black guy,  they always tried to hook her up with him.  This guy

was cute,  but he wasn't her type.  It looked as if B.A. was also used to

this phenomenon.  She wanted to be careful not to lead him on.

"This is Hannibal Smith,  our leader."  The look that this man was giving was

not one of lust,  but rather the way a father looks at a child.  She smiled

when she met him.

"And this is Murdock.  He's crazy."  Murdock saluted as if he were agreeing

with Face.  Quisha smiled again,  but from this man she felt something

strange.  It wasn't really lust,  but more a shy attraction.  This guy was

more her type.

 

Quisha went back on stage to continue her rehearsal.  The rest of the

afternoon was spent on a big dance number that would take some time. 

Quisha tried hard to keep her mind on the rehearsal,  but her mind kept

wandering back to the tall,  skinny guy with the baseball hat. He was cool!

The rehearsal went smoothly, so Quisha was looking forward to a relaxing

evening in a bubble bath and a night with the latest Catherine Coulter novel.

 Tomorrow she had to go to the recording studio to lay down tracks for her

new album.  The new album was going to be sweet.  She was writing all of her

own stuff now and life was good.  Thanks to my invisible managers,  she

thought.

Quisha needed to stop by her office to pick up some papers about an

endorsement that she was considering.  When she walked into her office,  she

saw that it had been trashed.

"Damn!"  She rarely swore,  but her new leather couch had been ripped apart.

"Oh, I see that someone has decided to redecorate your office.  Do you have

many enemies?"  Hannibal was being sarcastic,  but  she could read the

concern in his face.

"I didn't think that I had any enemies, but the music business can be

treacherous."  Quisha was also being sarcastic,  but she was a little scared.

"Look,  sometimes I get letters from crazy fans and stuff,  but this doesn't

look like some thing that a fan would do.  It looks as if someone was looking

for something."  Quisha looked as if she didn't know what they could be

looking for.

"Why don't we protect our investment."  Hannibal said to the rest of the

team.  they all agreed.

"I'll protect her."  The usually quiet captain piped in.  They all looked at

him.  It was usually Face who would suggest something like this and,  when

the girl was black,  it was usually B.A. who spoke up.

"Alright,  Murdock why don't you stick close to Ms. Jones.  The rest of us

will keep an eye from the outside.

Murdock smiled like he had found a treasure and he didn't have to share it

with anyone.  Quisha was thinking that she could save the bath for another

night or,  hey,  her tub was big enough for two.

 

"Come on in."  Quisha said when they arrived at her condo.  It was your

typical star's condo,  except maybe not as ostentatious as some.  The foyer

had a cathedral ceiling so that you could see the railings of the second and

third floors.  The railing were hung with tapestries and the wall with modern

art.

Off to one side there was an indoor pool encased by glass.  This was one of

Quisha favorite places besides her huge tub. 

"Would you like something to drink?  I'm afraid I don't have liquor,  but I

have soft drinks and juice."  Now that Murdock was actually here,  Quisha was

starting to get nervous.

"Anything's fine."  Murdock immediately went over and plopped down on

Quisha's couch.

"Nice place you got here.  Is that a pool out there?"  Quisha had returned

with the drinks.

"Yeah, you like to swim?"  Quisha was talking about swimming,  now she was

looking at Murdock and she was not thinking about swimming any longer. 

Murdock who had caught her eyes was now staring at her as well.

"Why did you volunteer to keep an eye on me?"  Murdock laughed it off.  she

wished that he would be serious.

"I wanted to get to know you."  He finally said.  The air was electric. 

Murdock leaned over and kissed her softly on her full lips.  He hesitated

slightly and then lowered his head again for another taste.  Quisha pulled

him over so that he was directly above her.  again Murdock hesitated long

enough to look into her caramel colored eyes.  Quisha smiled.  Murdock's eyes

had turned smokey with desire.

 

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"We've searched the studio for those demo tracks,  Mr. King.  Maybe she has

them at her house." 

Bart King was in the music business,  only slightly.  His pattern was to

still music from new artists and publish it as his own.  Quisha Jones had

just started writing her own music,  so she was ripe for the plucking.  all

he had to do was steal the demo tracks and re-record it with another artist. 

the plan was perfect.

"Okay,  send Bernie and Lance over to the girl's place and find those demos."

 Bart was actually on a deadline.  He had to steal them before she released

her album.

"What if the girl's there?"  Bart's face slid into a slick smile.

"Do whatever you want with her."  The other man smiled as he caught Bart's

meaning.

 

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Bernie and Lance went to Quisha's condo.  They looked up at the window that

was obviously lit by candlelight.  She was home.  Bernie and Lance smiled at

each other as they realized this.  They didn't realize that Hannibal,  Face

and B.A. were watching from the van in the shadows.

"Who do you think those guys are,  Hannibal?"  B.A.  asked quietly.

Hannibal didn't answer right away.  It was as if he were already

contemplating what he was going to do with the men instead of who they were.

They watched Bernie and Lance as they crept stealthily up to the house.  The

team slipped silently from the van and decided to follow Bernie and Lance up

to the house.

 

Meanwhile,  Quisha and Murdock were in Quisha's tub.  they had made love

right there on the couch and were now relaxing in the tub.

"Murdock,  did you think that you would be sitting this evening with a black

woman in a bubble bath when you woke up this morning?"  Murdock cracked a

smile.  It was that little devious smile he got when he was being funny.

"No,  actually I thought we would be mud wrestling in Vegas,  but we can't

have everything."  He reached for her and kissed her solidly on the lips.

In the background,  a soulful Luther Vandross was playing and the candlelight

bounced off the walls.  It was a perfect evening with a perfect companion.

Bernie and Lance picked the lock of Quisha's front door.  Even though they

were instructed that they could do 'whatever' to Quisha,  they worked

silently.  they moved to the living room where huge bookcases stood.  Bernie

and Lance started the task of going through everything on the shelves.  They

didn't hear Hannibal and the gang as they came through the already opened

door.  This was Bernie and Lance's mistake.

"Okay,  turkeys, freeze."  Hannibal and the gang stood there with their guns

trained on Bernie and Lance.

"Who are you?"  The surprised thugs asked.  Hannibal just smiled.

"We're friends of Quisha's.  Who're you?"  Of course,  Bernie and Lance

didn't want to tell Hannibal who they worked for.  They needed a little

persuasion like a gun in their faces.

"Alright,  we work for Bart King.  He's looking for Quisha's demo tapes for

her album."  The team was working out why this King guy would want Quisha's

demo tapes.

"You tell your boss that he can't have Quisha's demo tapes. We are her

managers and it's in our best interest that Quisha finish this album."  The

Hannibal did what Hannibal often does - he let them go.

After the men left,  strange noises could be heard from upstairs.

"Whaddaya say we leave and let the captain and his lady have some privacy?" 

They all smiled at each other and left.

 

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"What do you mean you don't have the tapes?"  Bart was definitely angry.

"Well, there were these guys there and they had guns."  Bart was getting

angrier by the second.

"You imbeciles,  you had guns,  too.  I want you to get back there and get

those tapes."

 

Quisha woke early the next morning and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. 

She started the coffee first.  She thought back to a few minutes earlier when

she was watching Murdock sleep.  He looked so handsome and peaceful when he

slept.  She next put on the bacon and eggs and let her mind wander so more. 

She was only slightly surprised when Murdock's arms slipped around her waist.

"I smelled the coffee,  you know,  like in that commercial."  Quisha smiled. 

Murdock often said strange things that Quisha didn't understand.

"Murdock,  I think that we need to talk - about last night.  I don't usually

do that. . ."  Murdock got a mischievous look on his face.

"What do you usually do?"  Murdock's eyebrow went up.  She fake punched him. 

Murdock began loading his plate with the delicious food and then he took it

over to the table.

"Come on Murdock,  be serious.  I 'm trying to tell you that I don't usually

do what I did last night - that you're special."  She had come over to the

table by now.  Murdock looked into her eyes to see if it were true.  When he

got the answer that he wanted,  he took her face into his hands and kissed

her solidly.  He hesitated just a moment,  and then proceeded to kiss again. 

Quisha didn't know if she had gotten her message across,  but this was much

more enjoyable.

Murdock continued kissing and deepening the kiss.  He took the clip from her

hair and let her black hair fall to her shoulders.  She smelled wonderful. 

She had showered that morning with strawberry shower gel.  Murdock was driven

wild with passion.  He would have taken her right there on the kitchen floor,

 if the door hadn't been kicked in  at just that moment.  Murdock

instinctively went to protect Quisha.

"Alright girl, where are the tapes?"  Even though Quisha was scared,  she was

angry.

"Look,  first of all I'm not a girl and secondly I don't know what you're

talking about."  Bernie and Lance moved closer and Murdock and Quisha moved

further away.

"We want the demo tapes.  They weren't in the studio,  so where are they?" 

Quisha knew then,  what they were after,  but she was torn as to whether she

would part with her demo tapes.  Bernie and Lance,  noticing her hesitation, 

continued threatening with their gun.

"You'd better give us those tapes or we might have to put a few holes in that

pretty face of yours."  Lance grabbed her face and put the gun right to it. 

This was too much for Murdock.  He kicked the gun out of Lance's hand and hit

him in the jaw.  Bernie came after Murdock at this point and Quisha jumped on

Bernie's back and began hitting him about the head and face.  Murdock finally

got the gun and pointed toward the two thugs.

"Get out of here you two before I fill ya full o' lead."  Murdock imitated

John Wayne. 

"Yeah,  get outta here or I'll kick your butt!"  Quisha was mad now and a

little braver because Murdock had the gun.  Bernie and Lance took off once

again.

"Mr. King is really going to be mad this time."  Bernie whined.

 

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Quisha went to the studio to lay down some tracks.  She kept thinking that

she would be home free once the album was finished.

"Well,  I don't know if that's exactly true.  King could still try to steal

your contract.  Which means,  he would have to come to us."  Hannibal got a

smile on his face which could only mean one thing.  He was on The Jazz. 

 

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"You lunkheads.  I knew I couldn't trust you.  That girl is in the studio

right now finishing her album.  The only thing we can do now is take over

that girl's contract.  Find out who the manager is and we'll buy him out." 

Bart smiled when he said 'Buy him out', because he never meant to buy him out.

 

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Murdock watched Quisha as she sang a slow love song.  She was beautiful.  Her

beautiful mahogany skin was glowing and her eyes were shining as she put all

of herself into the song.  He wondered if he were falling in love with her.  

He didn't know,  but it would be fun finding out.

As they all stood there watching Quisha,  they saw Bernie and Lance and Bart

King walked through the door.

"Well,  well,  well,  look what the cat dragged in."  Hannibal said.

"I'm here to make a legitimate business proposition.  I want to buy out your

contract."  Hannibal laughed which only proved to make King angrier.

"Okay,  I tried to do it the legal way.  Bernie,  Lance,  get the girl." 

Bernie and Lance did what they were told.  They felt more comfortable now

that King was there.

Murdock, of course,  put up a fight.  But,  the fact that Bernie and Lance

had guns and the team did not,  kinda made things a little uneven. Or so

everyone thought.  When they had Quisha,  she had decided that she would not

go,  so she stamped her foot down on Lance's foot and ground her heel down. 

this was just the break that Hannibal was looking for.  Quisha broke away as

the team started fighting the other three men.

As the team captured the weapons from the other three men,  Hannibal said

what he always says,  "I love it when a plan comes together." 

But,  as with all of his other plans,  success was short-lived.  Five other

men came through the door at the moment.

"Well, Mr. King.  I had a feeling that Mr. King would not be able to carry

out the project that I had outlined for him.  Gentlemen,  get the girl and

please relieve our friends of their weapons."  This time  Quisha was

sufficiently scared.  She knew that even if she did try her foot trick,  it

would do no good.  She looked at Murdock as they dragged her away.

"Come on Hannibal.  We've gotta do something."  Murdock was frantic.  He knew

that after they got their hands on that tape,  they would kill Quisha. 

Hannibal was already formulating another plan.  They could see it on his

face.  But,  what they didn't see was the worry that he had for Quisha.  He

was afraid that his captain was right.

"Murdock did Quisha tell you where the demo tapes were?"  Murdock calmed down

enough to think straight.

"Yeah,  she got worried when they started looking for it,  so she hid them in

her teddy bear that sits on her bed." Hannibal smiled as he realized how

smart little miss Quisha had been.  Now they knew where the bad guys were

headed.  But,  what they didn't know was how long Quisha would be able to

hold out.

They all made a break for B.A.'s van.

 

"Okay,  we're here now where are those tapes?"  Quisha knew that Murdock knew

where the tapes were,  so there was no doubt in her mind that the A-team

would soon be on their way there.  Her problem was that she didn't know how

long she could stall these guys until the team got there.

"Uh, let's see.  Where did I put those tapes.  I moved it a couple of times, 

so I just can't be sure where they ended up." 

This didn't go over so well with the head guy.  He grabbed Quisha and got

right into her face.

"Look,  honey,  if you don't tell us what we want to know,  I'm  gonna turn

you over to Lance over there.  He's had his eye on you from the beginning." 

Quisha backed away.  Why does my big mouth always get me in trouble,  she

thought to herself.  Lance came over with a lustful smile on his face.

"What's it gonna be,  pretty girl.  You want some of this?"  Quisha was

sickened.

"Alright,  I'll tell you.  They're in the teddy bear on my bed."  Quisha knew

that all was lost now that they knew where the tapes were.  the head guy

snapped his fingers and a couple of his goons went into the bedroom to

retrieve the tapes.  she knew that they would rip the bear apart and was sad

because the bear had sentimental value.

The two thugs came bounding back in with the tapes in hand.

"Kill her."  The head guy said as he turned to leave.

"Can I have some fun first,  Mr. Hollis?"  Lance wanted to know.

Mr.  Hollis nodded as he left.  Quisha's face fell as Lance dragged her back

into the bedroom.

As Mr. Hollis and the rest of the tugs left,  they were bombarded by the

team.  When Murdock saw that Quisha wasn't with them,  he concluded one

thing,  and ran into the house.

As soon as he was inside,  he heard Quisha's screams.  He ran with all that

he was worth to Quisha's bedroom.  Because Lance was the only one in with

Quisha,  Murdock had no trouble dispatching him.  He went immediately to

Quisha's side.

"I'm  okay, you came just in time,  though."  They both looked at each other

as they realized what could have happened.  Murdock held her as if making

sure that she was okay.

The police were called to come and pick up the bad guys.  Of course,  the

team could not be around when the police arrived,  but Murdock stayed behind

until Quisha's album was done.

"I know you have to go,  Murdock.  Will I ever see you again?"  Murdock,  who

looked as if he were going to cry,  just stroked her cheek before he could

actually say anything.  He finally said,  "I'll always be here if you need

me."  Quisha smiled as she realized that this was true.

 

If We Were Lovers 

(words and music by G. Estefan and E. Estefan, Jr.)

 

Chorus:  One day soon * It's gonna happen just by chance* you and I* will

just succumb to this romance* on that day* my love will find you* and you'll

discover* what a wonder life can be* and you will know* how much I love you*

If we were lovers* if we were more than just good friends* I know how good it

can be* Just by the way you're looking at me* As if we were lovers*

If we were lovers* I've waited so long for that day* I think you feel the

same way* You try so hard not to give it away* afraid that I'll discover*

what in your heart you know* Is meant to be* But darlin' if you want it* to

be me* to be the one to say* I want you* Then I'm telling you now* Gonna find

a way somehow* To be your lover* To spend the whole night* making love* then

find it's never enough* Just think what we are giving up* Everyday that we're

not lovers* Few times in our lives* Can we feel this way* It could be a

shame* Just to throw it all away* Time is slipping by* We don't know what's

ahead* I don't want to look back* and have any regrets* Chorus* How much I

love you 

story for the Lone Gunmen.

 

 

 

 


Eye Of The Beholder by Nubiangeek