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Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team. If I did, I won't be spending Christmas pinning for my boyfriend.
Dedication: For Cathy. This ending's for you.
Sometimes Face couldn't decide which was more problematic, Murdock's obsessions or the consequences of those obsessions. At the moment, Templeton Peck was wandering through the mall on behalf of a very excited Murdock and the consequences seemed far more punishing. It was Christmas Eve, and more then anything else in the world, Face wanted to be at home. His only conciliation was that no one else at the house to enjoy a night of peace and quiet.
"Only Murdock would think of something as crazy as this." Pushing his way through a throng of harried looking men doing last minute shopping, Face saw the object of his quest. Looking down at the paper, Face shook his head. "And only Hannibal would let him get away with it." Face muttered.
Making his way to the display, Face meandered over to the fence that separated a skinny young man wearing a red fat suit, a fake beard and too much blush from the rest of the world.
"Excuse me." Face put on his most winning smile. The young Santa looked over at him. Face climbed over the fence. " Hi, I was
wondering if you could do me a small favour." Santa frowned. "I just need you to sign this."
"Hey, you getting you're picture taken?" the cameraman yelled out. Face looked over at the man and the long line of children waiting and put up his hand.
"I'll just be one second." Face handed Santa the piece of paper and watched, as the young man's expression grew more and more confused.
"You want me to sign an affidavit saying I'm not the real Santa?"
"That's right." Face tried to make his grin bigger.
"Are you out of your mind? It's Christmas Eve!"
"Listen, you would make my Christmas perfect if you would just sign this…"
" I will no. " Santa growled. Face sighed.
"Please, I want to go home. I've only got a few more Santa's to get. Please?" Santa stared at him.
"Are you taking these around to every Santa in town??" Face shook his head. Santa looked relieved.
"We split them up. That way we could get them all done and still make it home in time to watch a movie." Santa glared at him.
"I won't sign it."
"Ah come on, it's not like you're the real Santa" Face joked. The young man didn't laugh.
"Who's to say I'm not?" he whispered softly. Face leaned closer.
"Look, I know you want to keep the image up, but it would mean a lot to me if…" Face's voice trailed off as Santa picked up a pen and signed the paper.
"There, I hope this makes you happy."
"Thanks a lot, really." Face turned to leave.
"While you're hear, you had might as well give me the list." Face stopped in his tracks. "You're friend won't be happy if you forget to give it to me."
"How did you???" Face questioned as he turned to look at the man. Santa smiled.
"Just give me the list and I'll see what I can do." Wordlessly Face handed Santa Murdock's Christmas list. Turning again, he quickly left the mall. His hart was pounding. What if it was a set up? What if this Santa was going to follow him home??
Face jumped into the vette and began to drive down as many side streets as he could. After an hour, satisfied he wasn't being
followed, Face drove into the driveway of the team's latest house. Grabbing the papers, he noticed the signature on the top one
Face shook his head and got out of the car. But something made him pause before going in. Taking out the top paper from his pile, he folded it and put it in his pocket. 'No need to make Murdock insist on going to see that last Santa because he didn't sign his real name' Opening the door, he felt the warm air begin to defrost his cheeks. 'So this is what a turkey feels like' he thought to himself.
"Did you get them??" Murdock, wearing a flashing red Rudolph nose and some plastic antlers, came bounding into the room.
"I got them." Face handed Murdock the papers and collapsed into a chair. Soon it would be time for dinner, and after that, time for
bed. And in the morning, he'd be able to forget all about tonight. Face closed his eyes and smiled.
"How did you know?!??!?!" Face felt someone jump on his bed a second after he heard the voice. He opened one eye and glared at Murdock.
"Have you been opening presents before everyone's up?" Face asked, trying to get used to the light. Murdock looked at him innocently.
"Hannibal said I could open the little one from Santa" Face frowned. He didn't remember any of them giving Murdock a little present.
"Was it something you asked for?" Face yawned. Murdock nodded.
"But I only asked one person for it." Face smiled.
"Who?" Murdock looked around the room and then leaned in close to Face.
"Santa" Murdock whispered excitedly. Face felt his grin get larger.
"So you put it on the list that was on the fridge and Santa got it for you?"
"No Face, I just put it on the list I gave to you last night." Face stared at him. Throwing the covers off his bed, Face bounded down the stairs with Murdock close behind him. Picking up the phone with trembling hands. He dialled information.
"Yes. Hi, I was wondering if you could give me the number of the Saint Curvix Mall. " Face waited, watching Murdock set up the
tracks of a train set. "Thanks." He said into the phone. Quickly, he dialled the new number.
"Hi, I was wondering if you could give me the name of the Santa who was working the last shift at your mall. I know, it's against your policy, but I would really like to know. Pardon? Could you repeat that? There is no Santa at your mall? But I just talked to him last night. No, I don't think you're lying. Merry Christmas to you, too." Face hung up the phone. Walking over to his jacket, he took the piece of paper out of his pocket and stared at it for a long time.
The man hadn't been old. Hadn't been fat. Hadn't had a beard or been exceptionally jolly. Face opened the door and walked out into the cold air. Grabbing one end of the paper in each hand, Face tore it up into little pieces and threw it up in the air. Within seconds it was lost in the big snowflakes that were falling.
Face stared at the sky.
"Hey Santa, thanks for making his Christmas a good one." Face turned to walk into the house but stopped to glance once more up at the sky. "Merry Christmas. And Santa, I believe you"
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