Entry Eight-A-Team
Title: Confession
Author: Quetzal quetzals_nest
Fandom: A-Team (see notes)
Pairing: Murdock/Face
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1143
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Beta Reader: hexeengel
Author's Note: It’s not specific to the TV show or movie; I tend to write movie!verse Murdock and tv!verse Face, because Dirks’ Face was way prettier...
You can sort of see this as a prequel to my first entry.
Slash
It wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fair that Face got to kiss all the ladies during missions.
It wasn’t fair that Face would never kiss him the same way.
It wasn’t fair.
Murdock sighed heavily, watching darkness creep over the stretch of road they were driving on. Face had passed out about an hour ago into a sleep-coma.
“Hey." Hannibal crawled into the back to talk to Murdock.
“Hey Bossman.”
“You alright? You seem a little distracted.”
“Nah, m’fine.”
Hannibal Smith nodded, but didn’t believe the pilot. As the group’s father, it was his job to make sure his team-his boys-were well taken care of. He would ask Murdock again, when they got to the hotel.
The team was on a mission, some drug scheme. Possibly involving the Bolivians. Didn’t matter, it paid well.
They were up in Northern California, about three-quarters of the way to the location. They wanted to fly, but Face was unable to get a plane for the first time in his life. They got two rooms at some chain.
“You and B.A. take this one,” Hannibal gave a key (room 1205) to Face. “Meet at the cafe for breakfast at eight in the morning.”
The men nodded and went to their room. Murdock and Hannibal took room 2348.
Murdock flopped down on the lumpy, queen-sized bed. “Look Bossman! We got a fireplace! Isn’t that just romantic?” He laughed in his insane sort of way.
Hannibal smirked. “Murdock, I want to talk to you.”
Murdock rolled over onto his side, supporting is head with his hand. “What’s up?”
“You lied to me today.”
Murdock looked at Hannibal indignantly. “I did not!”
“Yes, you did. You told me that you were fine, and you’re not.”
“I am,” Murdock said meekly.
“Murdock." His voice was firm.
The pilot rolled onto his front now, burying his face in the pillows, shaking his head.
Hannibal sighed. Damn. Murdock had been known to throw temper tantrums when he didn’t get his own way. These could last for hours or for minutes.
So, Hannibal lit a cigar, and sat down on a chair by the bed, attention flipping between the news and Murdock muttering into the nest of pillows he created.
Hannibal didn’t sleep. He could sleep in the ninety minutes from the hotel to the job site. Instead, he kept an eye on Murdock.
“Bossman?” Murdock muttered. He was still in his pillow nest, but he was facing Hannibal.
“Hey." Hannibal smiled, pushing the chair up to the head of the bed. “How are you feeling?”
Murdock was still shaking.
“Do you want some water?”
Murdock shook his head. “Ice would be okay.”
Hannibal nodded and stood. “I’ll be right back, I have to go to the machine.”
Murdock was on his side, cuddled up with a big bolster pillow. Hannibal returned with a bucket full of ice. Murdock greedily grabbed it, and sucked on a small chunk, crushing it with his teeth. He ate a few more pieces.
“I was trained never to talk about my emotions.”
Hannibal nodded. "So was I. We aren’t in the army anymore. We can break rules.”
Murdock was sucking on a larger piece of ice, letting it melt between his fingers. “I know.”
“So, what is it?”
Murdock carefully licked at the ice. Hannibal wasn’t sure if Murdock was entirely lucid or not. The water melting had formed a wet spot on a pillow. “I’m...I’m gay.”
Hannibal took a long drag on his cigar. “Is that all?”
Murdock stared. “What do you mean “is that all”?”
“Well, I don’t much care if you’re gay or not. You’re a damn good pilot and a damn good soldier.”
Murdock half-smiled. "There is something else.”
Hannibal nodded.
The words just tumbled out.
“I’m angry because all the girls get Face. It’s not fair. He’s so handsome, Hannibal. He’s so beautiful...” Murdock kept crunching on ice. “But the girls are all over him. He can have anyone he wants. He’s not gay.”
“I don’t think Face has a sexual orientation,” Hannibal mused.
“Whataya mean?”
“I don’t think Face has a sexual orientation,” he repeated. “I think Face is just sexual.”
“Bossman,” Murdock groaned. “I don’t want you to put these ideas in my head.”
“I didn’t put them there. They already were there.”
“I thought I was the crazy one.”
Hannibal smirked. “Murdock, you’ll never know what Face thinks unless you talk to Face.”
Murdock dug through the bucket for another large piece of ice and rolled on his back, licking at it. “Maybe.”
They had breakfast at eight the next morning (hey, it had been free with the rooms) and they were in the car and on the road by nine. Hannibal did sleep a bit. Murdock was wide awake, nervous, and watching the landscape out the window.
The mission was a big success. Hannibal was incredibly proud of his team, and the team was proud of Hannibal for planning it so well.
And, they all knew how much he loved it when a plan came together.
They slept at the same chain where they had stayed before. This time, however, Hannibal put Face and Murdock in the same room.
“Good mission,” Face commented after taking a shower. “It’ll be nice to be home.”
“If you had been able to get a plane...”
Face glared.
Murdock howled with insane laughter.
“You’re insane.”
Murdock nodded. "Of course I am.”
Face just continued to glare.
As usual, Face talked to Murdock about his various exploits with women. He had met a wonderful woman during this mission, a former drug mule.
Murdock laid on his back tuning out Face’s words. He had a glazed look, sucking back on ice.
“...and don’t you agree she was just fantastic Murdock?”
“What?” He jumped and crunched down on his ice.
“You’ve barely said a word.”
“Oh.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you only replying with one word?"
He shrugged.
“Well, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Murdock.”
“What?”
“Well, talk to me!”
“About what?”
“About you! What’s the V.A. hospital like? Do you have any friends there? I mean, damn Murdock! I want to know about your life!”
“I’m in a ward with schizophrenics and DID patients.” Murdock’s tone was clipped. “They don’t know what I am yet. There is another girl with DID in the ward. Her name is Scorpio.”
“Oh? What’s she like?”
“Scorpio’s not your type. X might be.”
“X?”
“Yeah; she’s a slut.”
Face glared.
“Well, she is.”
“That also told me nothing about you.”
Murdock sat up, so Face plopped down in front of him.
“You want to know something about me?”
“Yes.”
Murdock leaned forward, and put his hand at the back of Face’s neck. He then shoved Face’s lips onto his.
“There, now you know something about me.” Murdock let out a low growl when he let Face go.
Author: Quetzal quetzals_nest
Fandom: A-Team (see notes)
Pairing: Murdock/Face
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1143
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Beta Reader: hexeengel
Author's Note: It’s not specific to the TV show or movie; I tend to write movie!verse Murdock and tv!verse Face, because Dirks’ Face was way prettier...
You can sort of see this as a prequel to my first entry.
Slash
It wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fair that Face got to kiss all the ladies during missions.
It wasn’t fair that Face would never kiss him the same way.
It wasn’t fair.
Murdock sighed heavily, watching darkness creep over the stretch of road they were driving on. Face had passed out about an hour ago into a sleep-coma.
“Hey." Hannibal crawled into the back to talk to Murdock.
“Hey Bossman.”
“You alright? You seem a little distracted.”
“Nah, m’fine.”
Hannibal Smith nodded, but didn’t believe the pilot. As the group’s father, it was his job to make sure his team-his boys-were well taken care of. He would ask Murdock again, when they got to the hotel.
The team was on a mission, some drug scheme. Possibly involving the Bolivians. Didn’t matter, it paid well.
They were up in Northern California, about three-quarters of the way to the location. They wanted to fly, but Face was unable to get a plane for the first time in his life. They got two rooms at some chain.
“You and B.A. take this one,” Hannibal gave a key (room 1205) to Face. “Meet at the cafe for breakfast at eight in the morning.”
The men nodded and went to their room. Murdock and Hannibal took room 2348.
Murdock flopped down on the lumpy, queen-sized bed. “Look Bossman! We got a fireplace! Isn’t that just romantic?” He laughed in his insane sort of way.
Hannibal smirked. “Murdock, I want to talk to you.”
Murdock rolled over onto his side, supporting is head with his hand. “What’s up?”
“You lied to me today.”
Murdock looked at Hannibal indignantly. “I did not!”
“Yes, you did. You told me that you were fine, and you’re not.”
“I am,” Murdock said meekly.
“Murdock." His voice was firm.
The pilot rolled onto his front now, burying his face in the pillows, shaking his head.
Hannibal sighed. Damn. Murdock had been known to throw temper tantrums when he didn’t get his own way. These could last for hours or for minutes.
So, Hannibal lit a cigar, and sat down on a chair by the bed, attention flipping between the news and Murdock muttering into the nest of pillows he created.
Hannibal didn’t sleep. He could sleep in the ninety minutes from the hotel to the job site. Instead, he kept an eye on Murdock.
“Bossman?” Murdock muttered. He was still in his pillow nest, but he was facing Hannibal.
“Hey." Hannibal smiled, pushing the chair up to the head of the bed. “How are you feeling?”
Murdock was still shaking.
“Do you want some water?”
Murdock shook his head. “Ice would be okay.”
Hannibal nodded and stood. “I’ll be right back, I have to go to the machine.”
Murdock was on his side, cuddled up with a big bolster pillow. Hannibal returned with a bucket full of ice. Murdock greedily grabbed it, and sucked on a small chunk, crushing it with his teeth. He ate a few more pieces.
“I was trained never to talk about my emotions.”
Hannibal nodded. "So was I. We aren’t in the army anymore. We can break rules.”
Murdock was sucking on a larger piece of ice, letting it melt between his fingers. “I know.”
“So, what is it?”
Murdock carefully licked at the ice. Hannibal wasn’t sure if Murdock was entirely lucid or not. The water melting had formed a wet spot on a pillow. “I’m...I’m gay.”
Hannibal took a long drag on his cigar. “Is that all?”
Murdock stared. “What do you mean “is that all”?”
“Well, I don’t much care if you’re gay or not. You’re a damn good pilot and a damn good soldier.”
Murdock half-smiled. "There is something else.”
Hannibal nodded.
The words just tumbled out.
“I’m angry because all the girls get Face. It’s not fair. He’s so handsome, Hannibal. He’s so beautiful...” Murdock kept crunching on ice. “But the girls are all over him. He can have anyone he wants. He’s not gay.”
“I don’t think Face has a sexual orientation,” Hannibal mused.
“Whataya mean?”
“I don’t think Face has a sexual orientation,” he repeated. “I think Face is just sexual.”
“Bossman,” Murdock groaned. “I don’t want you to put these ideas in my head.”
“I didn’t put them there. They already were there.”
“I thought I was the crazy one.”
Hannibal smirked. “Murdock, you’ll never know what Face thinks unless you talk to Face.”
Murdock dug through the bucket for another large piece of ice and rolled on his back, licking at it. “Maybe.”
They had breakfast at eight the next morning (hey, it had been free with the rooms) and they were in the car and on the road by nine. Hannibal did sleep a bit. Murdock was wide awake, nervous, and watching the landscape out the window.
The mission was a big success. Hannibal was incredibly proud of his team, and the team was proud of Hannibal for planning it so well.
And, they all knew how much he loved it when a plan came together.
They slept at the same chain where they had stayed before. This time, however, Hannibal put Face and Murdock in the same room.
“Good mission,” Face commented after taking a shower. “It’ll be nice to be home.”
“If you had been able to get a plane...”
Face glared.
Murdock howled with insane laughter.
“You’re insane.”
Murdock nodded. "Of course I am.”
Face just continued to glare.
As usual, Face talked to Murdock about his various exploits with women. He had met a wonderful woman during this mission, a former drug mule.
Murdock laid on his back tuning out Face’s words. He had a glazed look, sucking back on ice.
“...and don’t you agree she was just fantastic Murdock?”
“What?” He jumped and crunched down on his ice.
“You’ve barely said a word.”
“Oh.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you only replying with one word?"
He shrugged.
“Well, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Murdock.”
“What?”
“Well, talk to me!”
“About what?”
“About you! What’s the V.A. hospital like? Do you have any friends there? I mean, damn Murdock! I want to know about your life!”
“I’m in a ward with schizophrenics and DID patients.” Murdock’s tone was clipped. “They don’t know what I am yet. There is another girl with DID in the ward. Her name is Scorpio.”
“Oh? What’s she like?”
“Scorpio’s not your type. X might be.”
“X?”
“Yeah; she’s a slut.”
Face glared.
“Well, she is.”
“That also told me nothing about you.”
Murdock sat up, so Face plopped down in front of him.
“You want to know something about me?”
“Yes.”
Murdock leaned forward, and put his hand at the back of Face’s neck. He then shoved Face’s lips onto his.
“There, now you know something about me.” Murdock let out a low growl when he let Face go.