Fandom – The A-Team
Rating – R/NC17
Pairing – H/F and BA/M
Disclaimer – I do not own the characters of The A-Team. I am not making any money off this bit of fiction. However, I am open to working on a book for the A-Team if the creators like what I have here…erm…slash is optional.
Summary – AU – Templeton Peck is a secret world famous spy who’s been accidentally (or not so much) captured by VC and exchanged into Colonel Hannibal’s hands. Now, he has to keep the man at arms length, otherwise risk something he’d much rather not.
A/N – Ahahaha, I am changing up the pairings. Instead of H-Bamf, I’m going for Hannibal/Face and BA/Murdock on the side. I hope no one minds but it works for this story.
Chapter 11 – Go fish in the cold
If you can’t get someone out of your head, than maybe they are supposed to be there – Anonymous
“Do you have any fours…?” Murdock was studying his cards carefully as he posed the question to BA. They sat at the long dinning room table. The fire to their left was glowing merrily, but it let out hardly any heat. The old castle had electricity and hot running water, but central heating had been left out for one reason or another. Murdock found himself wearing a thick sweater, a wool hat, a scarf, and three pairs of socks along with gloves just to try and keep warm.
BA was dressed almost to the same degree as Murdock. Only
“Go fish,” BA grunted.
Murdock pulled another card from the deck. He had a pair of fives and he removed it from his hand. In front of him he had a pair of three and the five put him ahead of BA who only had a pair of sixes.
“Face may be getting worse,”
“Do you think we should have stayed in ‘Nam?” BA asked.
Murdock nodded, “would it have helped?”
“We wouldn’t have the right medical care in ‘Nam that we have here. I know someone who won’t ask questions either. I’ll call Dr. Dunkle tonight,”
“That’s the guy who helped us out before we left for ‘
“I thought you grew up in the States,” BA looked up from his hand. With their game paused, Murdock gave more credence to whatever bit of information
“I did,” he shrugged.
And that was the end of that.
He woke to someone hacking up a lung.
Face looked up, gasping for air, and he obviously wasn’t sure what
“What…time is it?” Face asked. His voice came as a whisper. The coughing was really tearing up his throat.
Their whispers echoed in the empty room. He didn’t trust Face not to try and escape. Only the bed and table were permanent fixtures in the room. The chair had been dragged in by Murdock. On the far side of the room was an opening that had held a door.
Face sighed and relaxed as much as he could.
The sharp edge of a razor gliding over tan skin is slow and methodical by a sure hand. Face kept still in the water. He lay in a porcelain clawed bathtub. The water was blue by the hand made soap he’d used to wash with. The water was still warm and kept the cold of
They’d been in
He hated it.
Maybe they had left Dogpatch just in time. There hadn’t been any way he could have defended the camp from the American forces. He and his men would have been captured, and possibly killed.
Sharp pin pricks of relief drifted from the tips of his toes and up his limbs. Now, he may have more variables to deal with here – to keep Morrison off their tails – but, at least in the
Leopold Dunkle was not happy when his phone rang at four in the morning. However, hearing the voice of the child he’d helped through various health crisis – that had now become a man – he couldn’t help but not be as disgruntled while dressing. He attacked his white hair with a comb before grabbing his medical bag and heading out the door. Outside, the stars shone brightly and the village lay dark and quiet at the foot of
He began the long hike along the winding road to the castle gates.