FanFic 100: No45 Moon
Title: To Moon
Fandom:The A-Team
Characters:Hannibal/Face
Prompt:045: Moon
Word Count:258
Rating:PG
Warnings: Pre-Slash
Summary:Hannibal moons over something he can't have.
Author's Notes: This vignette was eventually worked into a longer fic which you can find here. My little damn table is here
Colonel John Smith stood at the window of his office and watched the new Lieutenant walk briskly through the compound towards his own office.
He sighed.
The kid had been assigned to his unit two days ago and there were already complaints from all over the camp on his desk.
Blonde, blue eyes and a smile to die for, the young man had stirred feelings inside him that had no place in the military or the middle of a war.
The Lieutenant was also way too young. Someone who shouldn't be in a warzone but think about a wife, 2.4 kids and a dog.
Colonel Smith sighed again.
It didn't help to moon over something he couldn't have anyway. Time to get back to business.
He would have to be on his feet to give the lecture the kid deserved and reduce the complaints to a bearable amount.
* * *
Hannibal wrenched his mind away from his thoughts of the past. Almost ten years hadn't changed his feelings, but a lot of other things had.
The kid wasn't a kid anymore, but had changed into a man. There wouldn't be a wife, 2.4 kids and a dog in the near future either.
Hannibal stared down at the note that had stirred the trip down memory lane. It had been tucked in between the files on their latest client and he knew if he ignored it then it would be assumed that he'd never found it.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
Come over for dinner?
F.
Should he go?
Fandom:The A-Team
Characters:Hannibal/Face
Prompt:045: Moon
Word Count:258
Rating:PG
Warnings: Pre-Slash
Summary:Hannibal moons over something he can't have.
Author's Notes: This vignette was eventually worked into a longer fic which you can find here. My little damn table is here
Colonel John Smith stood at the window of his office and watched the new Lieutenant walk briskly through the compound towards his own office.
He sighed.
The kid had been assigned to his unit two days ago and there were already complaints from all over the camp on his desk.
Blonde, blue eyes and a smile to die for, the young man had stirred feelings inside him that had no place in the military or the middle of a war.
The Lieutenant was also way too young. Someone who shouldn't be in a warzone but think about a wife, 2.4 kids and a dog.
Colonel Smith sighed again.
It didn't help to moon over something he couldn't have anyway. Time to get back to business.
He would have to be on his feet to give the lecture the kid deserved and reduce the complaints to a bearable amount.
* * *
Hannibal wrenched his mind away from his thoughts of the past. Almost ten years hadn't changed his feelings, but a lot of other things had.
The kid wasn't a kid anymore, but had changed into a man. There wouldn't be a wife, 2.4 kids and a dog in the near future either.
Hannibal stared down at the note that had stirred the trip down memory lane. It had been tucked in between the files on their latest client and he knew if he ignored it then it would be assumed that he'd never found it.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
Come over for dinner?
F.
Should he go?