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The A-Team Kink Meme

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Last Thursday I went to see this new movie called The A-Team. I fell in love with it and the characters, but lo and behold when I arrived to livejournal to look for fandom and fic, there was none! What a dilemma. After seeing several secrets on Fandomsecrets of other fans not

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Taking the Bullet, 2/5

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Face blinked back awake, still cuffed to the chair. He found himself leaning, on two of the chair’s legs, so that his shoulder and face felt glued to the wall with sweat. His hands felt sticky, and he realized it was drying blood from the gouges the cuffs had cut around his wrists as he struggled.

The door banged open and Murdock staggered back in. The chair was gone - he’d been manacled now, with a chain from his wrists to his feet.

His pants were around his ankles.

Face froze. What did a guy even say? What the hell did you do at a time like this? He watched in silence as Murdock shuffled into a corner of the room and re-dressed himself. Then the pilot just sat down on the floor, his face blank and distant, and stared at the wall as if Face wasn’t even there.

Face felt a stab of selfishness then, a wish for the regular Murdock to return. The Murdock whose insanity was limited to inappropriate singing and bad imitations. The man who was sitting across from him was so much more obviously damaged. Logically, Face knew that people didn’t normally get committed to asylums for bad Yoko Ono impersonations and wearing Hawaiian shirts. But it was so much easier to pretend otherwise, when you weren’t confronted with the stark and unpleasant truth.

“Murdock,” he said, his voice raw. His friend didn’t look up. “Jesus fucking Christ, Murdock, why didn’t you shut the fuck up? God damn it, man, he was coming after me, not you.”

Murdock blinked, and tilted his head to the left, meeting Face’s eyes. His face split in a ragged grin. “Aw hell, Face,” he said. “I’m already fucked up. Ain’t no call for you to wind up in the same state.”

Face had a sudden flash, back to the two times they’d been intercepted and arrested by the MPs: Murdock, screaming and flailing, suddenly violent, yelling: don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! “Murdock,” he began, but the other man interrupted him.

“I’m purty tired,” Murdock said, in a Forrest Gump drawl. “Think I’ll go home now.” His head fell back against the cinderblock wall and soon long, echoing snores filled the room.