'There's this place...' for sharkgloves
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Title: There's this place...
Author: ???
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: BA/Murdock
Word Count: 1614
Summary: That's what he says every damn time he walks into the workshop. Which would mean about three times per day, 21 times per week, summing up to 125 times in the five weeks they have known each other. Plus or minus five.
A/N: That hat IS sex. Also, thanks to my lovely beta Hannah <3
"There's this place..."
And BA kind of wants to turn around and throw a wrench. Because that's what the crazy fool says every damn time he walks into the workshop the Corporal is repairing his destroyed van in. Which would mean about three times per day, 21 times per week, summing up to 125 times of 'There's this place's in the five weeks they have known each other. Plus or minus five. The sentence is followed by the weirdest of things, fantasy places that Murdock claims he actually has been at, bars, restaurants, playgrounds, forests, malls, and apparently, even one wonderland and two aquariums.
It was sort of his catchphrase, he had said one day when BA commented on his overuse of that sentence. Then followed by listing other such catchphrases, which in turn was followed by a lengthy discussion with himself about how Fred from "Scooby Doo" still has no catchphrase.
"Stop babbling." he grunts, fingers tightening around the tool in his hand as he makes a point not to turn around while talking.
"Okay." That, however, does make him look at the pilot and he catches a view of shaggy hair and a cap and a toothy grin before he realizes Murdock had wanted him to do that and has started speaking again.
"...place where this guy I know sells really great-"
"I don't care if he sells fucking philosopher's stones. Just stop. Babbling."
"I can ask, but I don't think Joe has any of those," the fool answers, completely honest, and BA wonders why he still wonders about stuff like that. "Sides, if you had one, would you sell it? Just saying, that would be kind of stupid. Now, where was I? Right. So, Joe, that guy, is selling-"
He stops and gurgles a little as a hand closes around his throat for the about 125th time in five weeks. Plus or minus five.
"You're fucking lucky Hannibal likes you. Cause I don't. So get your ass the hell outta here."
BA releases the smaller man and is already walking back to his van when Murdock coughs a little and continues talking, completely ignoring the obvious dislike the mechanic has for him.
"So Joe is selling..." -and maybe he should really try throwing a wrench, after all- "...loads of spare parts. Of cars, mainly." The mental image of a hot pilot with a really badass-looking ugly bruise on his forehead lying on the ground of BA's workshop flushes out of his head as he takes in what the fool is saying.
BA turns around and looks at him, not just a short glance, but a full on stare which gets most people to cringe and run away. Murdock stands there, meets his eyes and if anything, he looks a little tired.
"It's actually pretty close. Thought you might be interested." he shrugs a little while he says it, like it's no big deal, like he doesn't know BA is somewhat desperate for spare parts. BA plays along.
"Okay. Where's this place?"
Murdock's brow furrows. "How about we drive there tomorrow?"
"How about you give me directions and I enjoy a ride by myself?" It's not actually supposed to be a question, but Murdock seems to take it as one anyway.
"You get everything for free if I'm with you. I'm friends with Joe and I'm friends with you, so that's something of a chain reaction," he says and seems to be completely convinced of the sanity of that statement.
BA takes a short time to consider the pros and cons of that offer and decides that taking the crazy fool with him is the easier option. He'd never willingly admit that, but the man is handy with mechanics, at least a little. Pointing the wrench at him, he answers "Alright. But we ain't friends, fool."
"Could've fooled me," is his answer, and though the mechanic does not look, he knows there's that warm grin again. As he crawls under the van, he can hear the other man walking up to him and sitting down beside the tool box placed by BA's feet. He starts babbling again, mostly nonsense, but some ideas and stuff that hint at how smart he actually is in between. BA mostly tunes it out, as he had already found in week three that it's a nice background tune and when he asks for a tool and stretches his hand out, it gets placed there immediately, so he's fine with Murdock staying.
- - -
Joe, it turns out, is a friendly older guy, yet trained with a firm handshake. He greets Murdock with a clap on the back that sends the pilot an unwilling step forward, takes in the mass that is BA and then looks back at Murdock. His view seems curious, like he would like to ask a question but can't quite figure out whether it'd be appropriate to do so.
It's later in the car, every place they are not filled with some sort of mechanical piece, and BA is having the probably first halfway normal conversation with his team mate of five weeks. Said team mate is wearing his stupid cowboy hat whilst using his fingers to drum an unrecognizable song on the dashboard.
"So you know Joe how?"
"He's an ex." and BA freezes just the slightest bit before catching himself and turning a little to raise one eyebrow at Murdock. "Ex-military," he says and grins that grin again, although a little mischievous this time, it's still nice and warm. "I pulled him and his team out of a.. um dire situation." Given the way Murdock stalks around the topic decidedly, BA thinks it's better not to ask. "People tend to get very thankful after such things. Except you."
BA focuses on Murdock after that one, but he doesn't seem offended or angry. More something like amused.
"There's this place I know around here..." and BA considers rolling his eyes, but stops himself short of doing so. "We should be almost there." He waits for him to explain things a little further, but Murdock doesn't, so BA just shrugs innerly.
"Can you stop here? I wanna get pie!" BA isn't really the kind of guy to eat at pie shops and the other man's comment that, "even Dean Winchester craves it," doesn't really convince him, so he tells Murdock to hop out, get a piece and then come back out. Fast, if he can, which gives him a mock salute as answer and about ten minutes of blessed silence.
They spot a bar after some time and because Murdock got his pie (which he still hadn't eaten yet for some reason), BA decides that he wants a drink, which then becomes the cause of stop number three.
Murdock slides in next to him instead of sitting opposite, but BA doesn't really mind. The faggot comment of those two guys on their way to the pool table does make him freeze a little, not in the shocked, but in the muscle-tensing kind of way. Murdock lies a hand on his shoulder, downs the rest of his beer and stands up to follow the two. However he does it, he gets the two to play against him, giving BA and amusing show of first kicking their asses in the pool game and then casually punching both of them over the table.
A car ride filled with more and more of those toothy smiles and that ridiculous (yet somewhat hot) cowboy hat, they're almost back at the base when Murdock starts eating his pie. He peels of bits of layers, then pops them into his mouth and BA could swear he was moaning by the time he got to eat the apple pieces int he middle. The pilot helps him unload all the parts and eat his cake all up somewhere in between, and once they have everything in there and there's no one else in the workshop with them, BA has Murdock against the side of his beloved van.
He tastes of apple pie, warm grins and crazy.
- - -
It takes BA half of the next day to notice how awfully quiet it is in the workshop. It takes another fourth of the day for him to wish Murdock would be telling him about some place like he had done every freaking day since they learned of each other's existence and at the end of the day he is ready to admit that he just misses the crazy fool.
According to Face, Murdock had been "strolling around base thinking" all day and BA thinks that things could be worse, so he decides not to disturb the pilot at whatever he is thinking about.
It does unnerve him. He is rather quiet during the week, even on the mission and even though they have started noticing that he can be just as useful and serious and efficient on ground missions as they are, it just isn't him.
So when finally, finally, on Friday midday, Murdock comes walking into the workshop, BA is about ready to hug him. Except he doesn't.
"There's this place..."
And BA just accepts, wants Murdock to show him this place during this weekend, and this place turns out to be a rather nice motel.
He likes Murdock walking into it in front of him, giving him a rather nice view of his backside before he turns around, pushes up that ridiculously hot cowboy hat and throws him a warm smile and asks him to stop drooling and come over already.
- - -
Nowadays, half of the places Murdock's talking about are ones BA has seen as well.
Title: There's this place...
Author: ???
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: BA/Murdock
Word Count: 1614
Summary: That's what he says every damn time he walks into the workshop. Which would mean about three times per day, 21 times per week, summing up to 125 times in the five weeks they have known each other. Plus or minus five.
A/N: That hat IS sex. Also, thanks to my lovely beta Hannah <3
"There's this place..."
And BA kind of wants to turn around and throw a wrench. Because that's what the crazy fool says every damn time he walks into the workshop the Corporal is repairing his destroyed van in. Which would mean about three times per day, 21 times per week, summing up to 125 times of 'There's this place's in the five weeks they have known each other. Plus or minus five. The sentence is followed by the weirdest of things, fantasy places that Murdock claims he actually has been at, bars, restaurants, playgrounds, forests, malls, and apparently, even one wonderland and two aquariums.
It was sort of his catchphrase, he had said one day when BA commented on his overuse of that sentence. Then followed by listing other such catchphrases, which in turn was followed by a lengthy discussion with himself about how Fred from "Scooby Doo" still has no catchphrase.
"Stop babbling." he grunts, fingers tightening around the tool in his hand as he makes a point not to turn around while talking.
"Okay." That, however, does make him look at the pilot and he catches a view of shaggy hair and a cap and a toothy grin before he realizes Murdock had wanted him to do that and has started speaking again.
"...place where this guy I know sells really great-"
"I don't care if he sells fucking philosopher's stones. Just stop. Babbling."
"I can ask, but I don't think Joe has any of those," the fool answers, completely honest, and BA wonders why he still wonders about stuff like that. "Sides, if you had one, would you sell it? Just saying, that would be kind of stupid. Now, where was I? Right. So, Joe, that guy, is selling-"
He stops and gurgles a little as a hand closes around his throat for the about 125th time in five weeks. Plus or minus five.
"You're fucking lucky Hannibal likes you. Cause I don't. So get your ass the hell outta here."
BA releases the smaller man and is already walking back to his van when Murdock coughs a little and continues talking, completely ignoring the obvious dislike the mechanic has for him.
"So Joe is selling..." -and maybe he should really try throwing a wrench, after all- "...loads of spare parts. Of cars, mainly." The mental image of a hot pilot with a really badass-looking ugly bruise on his forehead lying on the ground of BA's workshop flushes out of his head as he takes in what the fool is saying.
BA turns around and looks at him, not just a short glance, but a full on stare which gets most people to cringe and run away. Murdock stands there, meets his eyes and if anything, he looks a little tired.
"It's actually pretty close. Thought you might be interested." he shrugs a little while he says it, like it's no big deal, like he doesn't know BA is somewhat desperate for spare parts. BA plays along.
"Okay. Where's this place?"
Murdock's brow furrows. "How about we drive there tomorrow?"
"How about you give me directions and I enjoy a ride by myself?" It's not actually supposed to be a question, but Murdock seems to take it as one anyway.
"You get everything for free if I'm with you. I'm friends with Joe and I'm friends with you, so that's something of a chain reaction," he says and seems to be completely convinced of the sanity of that statement.
BA takes a short time to consider the pros and cons of that offer and decides that taking the crazy fool with him is the easier option. He'd never willingly admit that, but the man is handy with mechanics, at least a little. Pointing the wrench at him, he answers "Alright. But we ain't friends, fool."
"Could've fooled me," is his answer, and though the mechanic does not look, he knows there's that warm grin again. As he crawls under the van, he can hear the other man walking up to him and sitting down beside the tool box placed by BA's feet. He starts babbling again, mostly nonsense, but some ideas and stuff that hint at how smart he actually is in between. BA mostly tunes it out, as he had already found in week three that it's a nice background tune and when he asks for a tool and stretches his hand out, it gets placed there immediately, so he's fine with Murdock staying.
- - -
Joe, it turns out, is a friendly older guy, yet trained with a firm handshake. He greets Murdock with a clap on the back that sends the pilot an unwilling step forward, takes in the mass that is BA and then looks back at Murdock. His view seems curious, like he would like to ask a question but can't quite figure out whether it'd be appropriate to do so.
It's later in the car, every place they are not filled with some sort of mechanical piece, and BA is having the probably first halfway normal conversation with his team mate of five weeks. Said team mate is wearing his stupid cowboy hat whilst using his fingers to drum an unrecognizable song on the dashboard.
"So you know Joe how?"
"He's an ex." and BA freezes just the slightest bit before catching himself and turning a little to raise one eyebrow at Murdock. "Ex-military," he says and grins that grin again, although a little mischievous this time, it's still nice and warm. "I pulled him and his team out of a.. um dire situation." Given the way Murdock stalks around the topic decidedly, BA thinks it's better not to ask. "People tend to get very thankful after such things. Except you."
BA focuses on Murdock after that one, but he doesn't seem offended or angry. More something like amused.
"There's this place I know around here..." and BA considers rolling his eyes, but stops himself short of doing so. "We should be almost there." He waits for him to explain things a little further, but Murdock doesn't, so BA just shrugs innerly.
"Can you stop here? I wanna get pie!" BA isn't really the kind of guy to eat at pie shops and the other man's comment that, "even Dean Winchester craves it," doesn't really convince him, so he tells Murdock to hop out, get a piece and then come back out. Fast, if he can, which gives him a mock salute as answer and about ten minutes of blessed silence.
They spot a bar after some time and because Murdock got his pie (which he still hadn't eaten yet for some reason), BA decides that he wants a drink, which then becomes the cause of stop number three.
Murdock slides in next to him instead of sitting opposite, but BA doesn't really mind. The faggot comment of those two guys on their way to the pool table does make him freeze a little, not in the shocked, but in the muscle-tensing kind of way. Murdock lies a hand on his shoulder, downs the rest of his beer and stands up to follow the two. However he does it, he gets the two to play against him, giving BA and amusing show of first kicking their asses in the pool game and then casually punching both of them over the table.
A car ride filled with more and more of those toothy smiles and that ridiculous (yet somewhat hot) cowboy hat, they're almost back at the base when Murdock starts eating his pie. He peels of bits of layers, then pops them into his mouth and BA could swear he was moaning by the time he got to eat the apple pieces int he middle. The pilot helps him unload all the parts and eat his cake all up somewhere in between, and once they have everything in there and there's no one else in the workshop with them, BA has Murdock against the side of his beloved van.
He tastes of apple pie, warm grins and crazy.
- - -
It takes BA half of the next day to notice how awfully quiet it is in the workshop. It takes another fourth of the day for him to wish Murdock would be telling him about some place like he had done every freaking day since they learned of each other's existence and at the end of the day he is ready to admit that he just misses the crazy fool.
According to Face, Murdock had been "strolling around base thinking" all day and BA thinks that things could be worse, so he decides not to disturb the pilot at whatever he is thinking about.
It does unnerve him. He is rather quiet during the week, even on the mission and even though they have started noticing that he can be just as useful and serious and efficient on ground missions as they are, it just isn't him.
So when finally, finally, on Friday midday, Murdock comes walking into the workshop, BA is about ready to hug him. Except he doesn't.
"There's this place..."
And BA just accepts, wants Murdock to show him this place during this weekend, and this place turns out to be a rather nice motel.
He likes Murdock walking into it in front of him, giving him a rather nice view of his backside before he turns around, pushes up that ridiculously hot cowboy hat and throws him a warm smile and asks him to stop drooling and come over already.
- - -
Nowadays, half of the places Murdock's talking about are ones BA has seen as well.