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Warnings: Language


1.

The first time HM Murdock meets B.A. Baracus, B.A.'s in a bad mood and Murdock's in a curious one. The pilot's wearing flannel and the sergeant's wearing a white t-shirt that reads "COMME des FUCKDOWN". Murdock has absolutely no idea what it's supposed to mean.

"Did it hurt?" he asks, in that honey-sweet southern drawl he has, eyes wide and dark and innocent. B.A. looks down at him and sneers, and there are shades in his eyes. Like tinted windows.

"Did what hurt, man?" he asks, and it's not aggressive, not yet. For everything, however, there is a time and a season, and Murdock never liked to wait much.

He continues with a bit of a grin. "When you fell from heaven."

And there it is, that first flame. It starts, like most things, as something else entirely, and Murdock sees pleased affection spark behind that dusky glass. It's too brief though, and it blossoms into a steely sort of annoyance before his very eyes.

"Yeah, it did," B.A. snarls, and he takes a predatory step forward, "asshole."

Murdock allows himself the barest of moments to admire the bright white stripes of B.A.'s sneakers before having the dignity to look confused. B.A. is already growling, pivoting on the scuffed heels of his shoes to walk away, and as Murdock is faced with the quilted yellow of his jacket, he allows himself a wide smile.