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thecrazyalaskanEven the sky looked different, Murdock thought. It was the same night sky that he had back home, though the constellations were turned a little catawampus. What made it so different was the setting, and the way he looked at the night. At home, all he had to do was turn his head on his pillow, and look out a wood and glass window. Now, he was sitting in a jungle somewhere in Vietnam, looking up through tree leaves.
Night used to be pleasant, a time when he could curl up (or rather, sprawl out) under a blanket in a comfortable bed and dream. Now he was doing guard shift for a small, four man team in a jungle, sitting upright.
Twigs snapped behind him and he jumped up. "Who's there?" he called, shining his flashlight in the direction of the sound, reaching for his sidearm and trying to remind himself to breathe.
His commanding officer, Lieutenant Colonel John Smith, though everyone called him Hannibal, stepped into the ring of light; Murdock snapped to attention and saluted.
Hannibal returned the courtesy. "As you were, Captain."
Murdock dropped the salute, and his posture relaxed… but not by much. "What can I do ya for, Hannibal?" This was probably the only officer in Vietnam Murdock could say, "what can I do ya for?" and not be given a reprimand.
"I'm just here to not be over there," Hannibal replied, thumbing over his shoulder at his pack of personal effects and supplies he'd been using for a pillow.
Murdock nodded in reply, and tipped his head back to look at the stars. He wondered what flying at night in Vietnam was like—at least, flying at night in Vietnam when there wasn't chance you were gonna get shot at. He'd always had a penchant for things that flew; as a kid, it was birds and bugs. When he got into his teens, he graduated to airplanes. When the Army promised him planes, he was… intrigued. Guess he should have read the fine print. He chuckled humorlessly.
The sound was far from lost on Hannibal. "Something you'd like to share, Murdock?" The question, a favorite phrase of parents and teachers the free world over, was asked with genuine curiosity.
"Just thinkin' about my life before this," Murdock replied truthfully. Most of the time, when he spoke what was on his mind, people didn't care for what he had to say. Hannibal was not one of those people. "How I got here." He paused thoughtfully. "I was in school before this—college, I mean."
Hannibal looked over at the captain with interest. "For what?" he asked.
"Well, I was planning on it," Murdock elaborated. "I put it off for a while after I graduated, and was thinkin' 'bout goin' back, but then my number got pulled."
He trailed off, thinking. Murdock knew that although he wasn't the brightest bulb in the package, he wasn't stupid either. The chance of him dying over here was a very real one. He'd not done much in his time on Earth, and hated to think that he wouldn't get the chance to rectify that before he died of old age (or crashing into something, as the group's NCO BA Baracus often predicted) or whatever else the Big Guy Upstairs had in mind for him.
"I dun think I belong here, Hannibal," Murdock said, suddenly but quietly and very honest.
Hannibal looked over at him and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "None of us do, kid," he answered, just as soft. "None of us do."
-.-.-.-
Title: None of Us “Belong” Here
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: The A-Team, TV-verse (pre-series, Vietnam)
Characters / Pairings: HM Murdock, Hannibal Smith
Word Count: 597
Rating: T
Warnings / Notes: Prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
locoexclaimer : Short fic, at least 200 words long. Blurr/Sideswipe, Optimus Prime/Sparkplug, Wheeljack/Hot Shot OR Hannibal being Murdock’s daddy. Prompt: “Even the sky looked different.”
Relevant Quote: I tell you, war is hell! – William Tecumseh Sherman
Summary: War was hell then, and war is hell now.
Day three of a challenge with loco.
Four different character selections, and I chose the A-Team. I’m deviating so far from Transformers it’s unreal. (I’ll try to write moar giant robots soon, I swear. ;A; ) Thank God the cap on this wasn’t 200 words, otherwise I’d have been so screwed. When it’s a topic I really like, I can get really wordy. (Conversely, if the topic sucks *cough AK History cough* I have to struggle for every word.)
…Shut up, I like familial fluff. I mean come on, Hannibal is totally a dad to his men. (Except for Face, because I ship them and then we get into daddy kinks and that’s hardcore fridge horror squick for me.)
Hannibal, Murdock, The A-Team © Frank Lupo and Stephen J Cannell
Night used to be pleasant, a time when he could curl up (or rather, sprawl out) under a blanket in a comfortable bed and dream. Now he was doing guard shift for a small, four man team in a jungle, sitting upright.
Twigs snapped behind him and he jumped up. "Who's there?" he called, shining his flashlight in the direction of the sound, reaching for his sidearm and trying to remind himself to breathe.
His commanding officer, Lieutenant Colonel John Smith, though everyone called him Hannibal, stepped into the ring of light; Murdock snapped to attention and saluted.
Hannibal returned the courtesy. "As you were, Captain."
Murdock dropped the salute, and his posture relaxed… but not by much. "What can I do ya for, Hannibal?" This was probably the only officer in Vietnam Murdock could say, "what can I do ya for?" and not be given a reprimand.
"I'm just here to not be over there," Hannibal replied, thumbing over his shoulder at his pack of personal effects and supplies he'd been using for a pillow.
Murdock nodded in reply, and tipped his head back to look at the stars. He wondered what flying at night in Vietnam was like—at least, flying at night in Vietnam when there wasn't chance you were gonna get shot at. He'd always had a penchant for things that flew; as a kid, it was birds and bugs. When he got into his teens, he graduated to airplanes. When the Army promised him planes, he was… intrigued. Guess he should have read the fine print. He chuckled humorlessly.
The sound was far from lost on Hannibal. "Something you'd like to share, Murdock?" The question, a favorite phrase of parents and teachers the free world over, was asked with genuine curiosity.
"Just thinkin' about my life before this," Murdock replied truthfully. Most of the time, when he spoke what was on his mind, people didn't care for what he had to say. Hannibal was not one of those people. "How I got here." He paused thoughtfully. "I was in school before this—college, I mean."
Hannibal looked over at the captain with interest. "For what?" he asked.
"Well, I was planning on it," Murdock elaborated. "I put it off for a while after I graduated, and was thinkin' 'bout goin' back, but then my number got pulled."
He trailed off, thinking. Murdock knew that although he wasn't the brightest bulb in the package, he wasn't stupid either. The chance of him dying over here was a very real one. He'd not done much in his time on Earth, and hated to think that he wouldn't get the chance to rectify that before he died of old age (or crashing into something, as the group's NCO BA Baracus often predicted) or whatever else the Big Guy Upstairs had in mind for him.
"I dun think I belong here, Hannibal," Murdock said, suddenly but quietly and very honest.
Hannibal looked over at him and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "None of us do, kid," he answered, just as soft. "None of us do."
-.-.-.-
Title: None of Us “Belong” Here
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: The A-Team, TV-verse (pre-series, Vietnam)
Characters / Pairings: HM Murdock, Hannibal Smith
Word Count: 597
Rating: T
Warnings / Notes: Prompt from
locoexclaimer : Short fic, at least 200 words long. Blurr/Sideswipe, Optimus Prime/Sparkplug, Wheeljack/Hot Shot OR Hannibal being Murdock’s daddy. Prompt: “Even the sky looked different.”Relevant Quote: I tell you, war is hell! – William Tecumseh Sherman
Summary: War was hell then, and war is hell now.
Day three of a challenge with loco.
Four different character selections, and I chose the A-Team. I’m deviating so far from Transformers it’s unreal. (I’ll try to write moar giant robots soon, I swear. ;A; ) Thank God the cap on this wasn’t 200 words, otherwise I’d have been so screwed. When it’s a topic I really like, I can get really wordy. (Conversely, if the topic sucks *cough AK History cough* I have to struggle for every word.)
…Shut up, I like familial fluff. I mean come on, Hannibal is totally a dad to his men. (Except for Face, because I ship them and then we get into daddy kinks and that’s hardcore fridge horror squick for me.)
Hannibal, Murdock, The A-Team © Frank Lupo and Stephen J Cannell
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Date: 2011-07-09 08:37 pm (UTC)Holy shit I love this
Oh God, Hannibal taking care of Murdock, this is all just too precious and too bittersweet. I'm in love with it.
/goes off to upload different userpics
omgyey the challenge has its own tag now :3
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Date: 2011-07-09 09:26 pm (UTC)Awww... Thank you. I'm really pleased with how this turned out; I'm glad you like it too. c:
Aww yeah.
(Hell yeah it gets its own tag. 8D)
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Date: 2011-08-10 03:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-08-10 03:50 am (UTC)