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Point of No Return
by: Lacey McBain
Rating: General (one or two swear words)
Summary: Missing Scene from the
Season 5 episode "Point of No Return." When
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Notes: ~indicates emphasis~
Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team, nor do I make any money from them. They belong to Stephen J. Cannell. No copyright infringement intended. Really.
Point of No Return
Face walked carefully down the centre of Stockwell's executive aircraft and took a seat beside Murdock on the grey plush couch.
"How's the big guy doin'?" Murdock said not looking up.
"He's fine, fine. Frankie's keeping an eye on him. And on Carla."
"You know Stockwell. He's disappeared into that private sanctuary
of his. I'm sure we won't hear from him til we reach
Murdock was familiar with Stockwell's inner sanctum. A wall of glass and knock-out gas, but Murdock took some comfort in remembering the web of cracks spreading out in front of Stockwell's face just before he'd passed out--if only he'd been able to get off one more shot. Perhaps things would've been different.
"Yeah, and then it will be 'gentlemen, do it ~my~ way'," Murdock said in a perfect imitation of the general. His attention was focused away from Face, his fingers--touching tip to tip on both hands --rhythmically flexing against one another in time with his breathing.
"But it's better when you do 'I Did it My Way' ~your~ way," Face said, trying to inject levity into the moment. Murdock's dark eyes met Face's with momentary confusion. "You know, Ol' Blue Eyes, Chairman of the Board?" Face began to sing softly and slightly off-key: "I did it my...way...."
Murdock continued to stare back at him without the barest hint of a smile. His blue cap was pulled snugly around his ears, the familiar leather bomber jacket that had been the pilot's constant companion through more years than Face could count was nowhere in sight. It was as if Face were sitting beside a stranger. The usually warm brown eyes were distant, dark and unreadable. Murdock turned away. Face sighed and settled back against the seat.
"Tough crowd," he said
softly. A pause. The steady rise and fall of
their breath. "We're all
A slight shift in body position, Murdock's shoulder relaxing infinitesimally against Face's. The barely audible response: "I know."
Face slipped his hand lightly
onto Murdock's arm and squeezed. "This
Murdock shifted again, stretched
his long legs out in front of him. "I
just don't get it --why
"Well, we've always known
"Or something that he didn't
want to risk us getting involved in," Murdock said sharply. They all knew that
"Maybe so, but we're
involved now," Face said, "and whatever happens, we're a team. You, me, B.A.. And
"Everything's changed, Faceman," Murdock said launching himself out of his seat. "Remember when you used to have to scam one of these babies for us? When's the last time you had to do a real scam, Face? One where we needed something Stockwell couldn't go out and buy?"
"And remember how we used to have to knock B.A. out with a 2-by-4 or drug his milk? Now all we have to do is slip him a quick tranquilizer. He doesn't even hardly complain!"
"B.A. might actually see ~not~ getting hit in the head with a board as an improvement," Face interjected, but Murdock was just getting started.
"And Frankie -- he sold us
out in the first place and we invited him along for the ride. We wouldn't've done
that in '
"It's been a long time
"And I wouldn't be sitting here like a goddamn passenger instead of a pilot," Murdock said sitting down suddenly in one of the bucket chairs across from Face and dropping his head into his hands.
"On the up-side, we haven't crashed lately," Face said brightly. Murdock looked up and smiled unexpectedly. He could always count on Face to bring things back into focus. He felt some of the anger drain out of him.
"I never crash. But sometimes my aircraft experiences an unplanned encounter with the terrain."
Murdock took his hat off and ran a hand through his thinning hair. He looked into Face's clear blue eyes as he pulled his cap back on.
"Face, it's just that
everything's changed this year, and you know I don't like change. If anything's happened to
Murdock's dark eyes flashed with
an intensity that Face knew and understood. If anything had happened to
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Face answered. "In the meantime, we need a plan. What do you propose, Captain?"
Murdock looked up at the use of
his rank. Only
"You're in charge, Lieutenant," Murdock said pointedly, a smile hovering at the edge of his lips. This felt more like old times, closer to the edge and yet further away. His comfort zone.
"You outrank me, Captain," Face said matter-of-factly. "Therefore--"
"Therefore, I'm putting you in charge."
"Now wait just a minute," Face said, mock-indignation entering his voice. He enjoyed this play. It had been a long time since they'd been able to tease, to relax, to settle back into old patterns. Maybe everything had changed, but at the heart of it all, the four of them hadn't and that was really all that mattered.
Murdock reached across the space between them and slapped Face gently on the knee. "Thanks, muchacho." Murdock stood up, grinning, and looked at Face. Face caught Murdock's smile and felt a surge of nervous energy course through his body. He knew that look.
Murdock continued to grin, his smile widening as he nodded his head up and down. Yeah, this was much more like old times.
"What?" Face asked
again. That look always ended up with
them having to throw themselves through a picture window or with Murdock
kissing him on both cheeks and proclaiming him to be a Baying Wolf, First
Class. It was the same look
"I never did like being a backseat pilot," Murdock said slowly, looking at the closed and locked cockpit door. "And I know B.A. would feel so much better knowing that I was at the controls rather than some of Stockwell's lackeys."
"I'm sure," Face said shaking his head and standing beside Murdock. He withdrew his lockpick case from his jacket pocket, and darted a look towards the back of the plane where it appeared that Frankie was attempting to engage Carla in conversation. BA appeared to still be resting comfortably.
"You know, Murdock," Face said unzipping the small black case silently and slipping a tool into the keyhole, "this is the point of no return."
"And you know what
"Piece of cake," the two of them said in perfect harmony swinging the cockpit door open.
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