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Warnings: Slash, here and there…
Summary: Just a few glances at our guys. In alphabetical order.
Disclaimer: The A-Team belongs to Stephen J. Cannell.
A is for…
Murdock glanced up at the sound of a whippoorwill
calling. There were no whippoorwills in Vietnam.
Sunlight filtered down through the green jungle
canopy. Face smiled down from his perch. He held an
M-16 in one hand and his face and clothes were caked
with mud. But the way the sunlight filtered through
his golden hair made Murdock think of angels…
B is for…
The tranquilizer dart worked almost immediately. BA's
knees buckled and his eyes rolled back. Face and
Murdock grabbed for him, but all three of them ended
up on the floor in a heap. Murdock grinned at Face.
"He ain't heavy, he's my brother." Face groaned.
"He~is~ heavy." Hannibal put out his cigar, and
together the three of them hauled BA onto the plane.
C is for…
Face drove fast along Mulholland Drive. The
headlights of his sleek Corvette (white, red stripe)
cut crisply through the darkness. The engine purred
and he liked the feel of the stick in his hand. He
liked the way the car moved at his touch. He liked
the smooth velvet dark and the way the white car
traced the curves of hills and valleys until it took
him to the place where everything was silence and you
could look down on the city and the ocean and up at
D is for…
Face and Murdock sat across the table from each other
with candlelight and history between them. The
sommalier brought wine and poured out a measure, which
Face breathed in, then tasted. Face nodded, and the
man poured two glasses of old red out of the dusty
bottle. Murdock grabbed his glass (tiny red droplets
spilling on white cloth) and downed it. The sommalier
put his hand over his mouth, Murdock glanced up at
Face guiltily, and Face laughed. He'd been on a lot
of dates, but everything was different with Murdock.
Everything was better.
E is for…
Hannibal and Murdock and Face leaned up against the
refreshment table (covered in pink paper, decorated
with crepe). They drank sweet red punch out of small
paper cups and watched BA (fierce, take-no-prisoners,
bad attitude green beret) carrying an easter basket
(filled with fake green grass) around the grounds of
the East Avenue Children's Center. A three year old
girl holding a blue easter egg, wearing a white dress
perched on his shoulders. Murdock juggled a few eggs
of his own. "Whatever else you say about that
mudsucka, he makes a mighty fine bunny…"
F is for…
Hannibal ran along the trail. His legs ached, but he
ignored that. His breath came in white puffs. The
air smelled like the pine needles that muffled the
sound of his steps. He stopped when he reached the
clearing. A red fox was bounding over the frozen
grass in great, daring leaps. Hannibal watched it
run, smiled at the sunrise, and stood there for a long
G is for…
No van. No money. No dry clothes. And they were in
Eldridge, Ohio. Along with fourteen bad guys and an
undisclosed number of soldiers armed with M-16s.
Hannibal didn't feel up to a plan and Face was too
bedraggled to scam transportation. Murdock's broken
wrist grounded him. Face looked wearily over at BA.
Then up at the sign (handwritten) in the dirty window
that said "Leo's Pawnshop." BA scowled. After he'd
scowled for awhile, he lifted two heavy gold chains
over his head and laid them across Face's palm.
H is for...
BA broke down the door and Murdock followed him
through. Hannibal and Face hung from the ceiling by
their wrists. Their feet didn't touch the floor. BA
cut Hannibal down. "If we do not hang together,
surely we shall... all hang separately," Hannibal
said, "Ben Franklin." "Shu'up, foo'," BA said,
drawing Hannibal's arm across his shoulders. "Tha's
from BA Baracas." Murdock drew the knife across the
rope that held Face, then caught him as he fell. His
eyes were fierce and dangerous. Face smiled a little
as Murdock untangled the rope from around his hands.
"My hero," Face said. After a moment, Murdock smiled
I is for...
The guard and the cook and the nurse all stared at the
driver of the delivery truck. The driver kept
stacking crates onto the dolly. "I just deliver the
stuff, ya know?" he said. "They don't tell me
nuthin'." The nurse shook her head, but threw up her
hands. The cook lifted the lid on the pink box that
the driver had set carefully on top of the crates.
The cake had a dog drawn on it with black licorice
frosting. The dog was staring up at a (blue frosting)
plane in the sky. "Happy Birthday" was written across
the top. The driver shoved a clipboard into the
guard's hands. "Sign by the X, okay? Twenty four
gallons of fudge ripple ice cream and one cake." The
guard scribbled his name and the driver, pushing the
dolly in front of him, followed the cook inside.
J is for...
"Move it!" Hannibal shouted over the sound of the
helicopter rotor, beating against the sky. Face leapt
out of the open door, landed hard, rolled around his
M-16, and laid down cover fire. Robby, Murdock's door
gunner, let rip with the 60. BA dropped into the tall
grass and Ray followed him. Murdock fought to keep
the chopper steady, ten feet off the ground. "Gettin'
hot, Colonel! Gotta go, gotta go..." He glanced over
his shoulder. Hannibal grinned at him. "See you at
the LZ at 1800 hours, Captain." He tossed down his
cigar, and jumped.
K is for…
Face stared at Murdock increduously. Hannibal
chuckled. BA shook his head. Murdock put his hands
on his hips and struck a rakish pose. The edge of his
kilt fluttered in the breeze. "I'm ready, Face," he
said. "Ready for what?" Face asked. "Ready for da
funny farm," BA growled. "Ready for our scam,
muchacho." Face flung out his arms. "Hannibal, what
am I supposed to do with this?" Hannibal touched a
lit match to his cigar and smiled around it. "You
wanted him to help, Lieutenant." "This is not
helping," Face said. He put his hands on Murdock's
shoulders and looked into his eyes. "We're scamming
people named Scott, Murdock. Not Scottish people."
Murdock grinned unrepentantly. "I kinda like it,
Face. Do you think I should dress like this all the
time? An' I could learn how to play the bagpipes..."
Face and BA and Hannibal all said "no" at the same
L is for…
Murdock held up his toasting stick, and the flaming
marshmallow on the end of it lit up the small camp.
He waved it around a little, watching the orange
tracers it made in the dark. Face, lying next to him,
turned his stick a millimeter clockwise and watched as
his marshmallow puffed out and turned golden brown.
Above them, an owl hooted softly and sparks from the
fire rose up into the starry night. Murdock popped
his sooty, black marshmallow into his mouth and sidled
closer to Face. "Love is two sleeping bags zipped
together," he said. "And marshmallows, and thou." He
leaned down and pressed his lips to Face's lips and
they shared a sticky, marshmallow kiss.
M is for…
Hannibal paused. Face was sitting on the floor by the
half-closed door, peering through it. Hannibal moved
up beside him and looked out into the front room of
the small apartment. Mama was sitting on the
davenport. BA was curled on his side, with his head
on her lap, fast asleep. Mama's eyes were closed, but
she stroked BA's temple with her fingers. Hannibal
could hear her humming softly. Hannibal patted Face's
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