Author's note: This is my first fanfic ever so please be nice! :) I've never seen the original A-Team series, only the movie (and I love it!), so I guess this is a movie-verse fic and how I've written the characters is based on how they are in the movie. So, I'm hoping they seem like themselves to you guys. Also, I'm sorry for the vagueness of the team's location/situation, but it should make enough sense to carry the story.
I may continue with this story, depending on reviews and whether people would like me to continue, but at the moment this is all I have. Rated T because of this possibility.
ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I do not own the A-Team or anything related to the A-Team...it would be cool if I did though! :D
In the comforting orange glow of the campfire flames, he looked so youthful and almost angelic. Not that Amelia thought otherwise, of course. She had always admired his perfect blue eyes, perfect light brown locks, perfect body, perfect smile…his perfect face.
Amelia let out what sounded like a cross between a scoff and a sigh as she smiled at her thoughts.
And how the flames danced and flickered across those features at this moment made them even more perfect, if that were possible.
She reluctantly pulled her eyes away from Face for what seemed like, and probably was, the first time since the fire was lit, and dropped her gaze to the bright embers between her and the man she was so hopelessly falling for.
She pulled her long legs towards her body and hugged her knees close to her chest, resting her chin on them and leaning against the rock behind her, as more thoughts swirled around her ever-active mind. The memory of first meeting Face presented itself and she gladly let it play out, her eyes remaining transfixed on the fire.
"C'mon, c'mon!" Murdock's voice was full of panic and excitement as he urged Amelia to hurry up with picking the handcuffs joining them together at the wrists. "Hurry up! We gotta get movin'!"
They could hear angry shouts from outside and heavy footsteps coming up the stairwell right next to the room they were in.
"Then stop jumping around!" Amelia ordered with a frustrated growl. The unfolded paperclip fumbled in her fingers making it impossible to effectively unlock the cuffs; it probably wouldn't have worked anyway.
"Ah, we don't have time, let's go!" the pilot exclaimed, and before Amelia could protest, he was pulling her along behind him down the third floor hospital corridor to the elevator.
"Ow! What the hell!" she yelled, trying her best to keep up with Murdock so the handcuff didn't cut into her skin.
The elevator doors just started to close as loud gunfire, shattering glass and screaming women were heard at the end of the corridor where they were only seconds earlier. Murdock hit the top floor button and they began the ascent. They were both breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through their bodies, and they leaned against the back wall of the elevator to steady themselves.
"Woo!" Murdock hollered when he had gotten enough air back into his lungs, and giggled "That was fun,"
"That was not fun! You nearly ripped my arm off!" Amelia frowned and shoved him into the side wall with her shoulder "And was THIS really necessary?" she held their linked hands up in front of his smiling face.
"It was the only thing I could think to do to getcha to come with me," he shrugged.
Amelia's eyes widened. "You could've just asked!"
"But where's the fun in that?" Murdock laughed like a child who had told a lame joke they believed was the funniest thing in the world. As much as Amelia wanted to resist the urge to immediately forgive her crazy friend for what had just happened, her face softened and the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile.
"Where did you get a pair of handcuffs anyway?"
The elevator suddenly lurched uncomfortably and unexpectedly as it came to a stop on the top floor. The force threw Amelia slightly off balance causing her to fall forward on to Murdock, and she grabbed his arm for support. The doors opened and they quickly straightened up, forgetting Amelia's question. Murdock held her close, by the arm, as he led her up the stairs to the hospital roof where a helicopter, Hannibal, Face and B.A. were waiting for them. Well, B.A. was actually 'sleeping', but no need to get technical.
"Good to see you again, Captain," Hannibal said with a nod, and smiled at Amelia. "I see you've brought a friend. Well, the more the merrier,"
Amelia smiled back and offered her free right hand to the Colonel.
"Amelia, sir, Amelia Summers. It's a pleasure to meet you,"
"Colonel Hannibal Smith, and the pleasure's all mine," he said as he shook her hand "We've heard all about you, Amelia."
"My baby's been shot!" Murdock cried suddenly in an English accent, and threw his hands up in the air as he pushed past Hannibal to the door.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH! Murdock!" Amelia shouted, and grimaced painfully as she was yanked after him, almost bowling over Hannibal in the process. "We're still connected, you idiot!"
He stroked the metal where there were about five holes, evidently made by bullets, as if he were petting a helpless puppy, and was oblivious to his friend's cries of pain and kicks to his right leg.
An impatient voice came from inside the helicopter, and Face climbed out.
"Murdock, those holes have been there for-"
Face's frown immediately disappeared and was replaced with a smirk when he realised he was looking, not at Murdock, but at a beautiful, bright-eyed woman with long brown curls, who appeared to be attached to Murdock.
"And where did you come from?" he asked, his eyes falling over every inch of her before meeting her own.
Amelia was speechless. It wasn't like her to be speechless around men, even ones as attractive as Face, and especially when they were flirting with her, which was quite obviously what he was doing. But, something made her unable to say something, anything, back.
Was it his piercing blue eyes? His tousled wavy golden hair? The muscle definition visible through his shirt? Or his bronzed skin, his smile? Lips?
Oh, God, Amelia winced as she swallowed hard, say something!
She forced a confident smile, but ended up smirking instead.
"Nowhere in particular," she flirted back and held out her hand "Amelia,"
Face took her hand, perhaps a little too eagerly, and stepped forward.
"Lieutenant Peck, but you can call me Face," he whispered into her ear.
Amelia felt his breath on her neck and her nostrils were filled with his aftershave. She almost couldn't take it and felt an overpowering urge to just kiss him.
Luckily, this desire, which would have resulted in embarrassment if she yielded to it, was interrupted by yelling and gunfire behind them.
"Oh, snap," Murdock shouted as he ran around to the pilot seat, leaving Amelia behind with Face.
She looked down at her left hand in confusion and saw the handcuffs and a small key on the ground below. Amelia had been so caught up in Face's perfection, that she hadn't noticed Murdock unlocking the cuffs with a key he apparently had with him the whole time.
"I'm gonna kill him!" Amelia growled, but she had to admit that she was glad she would no longer need to be dragged around behind Murdock without mercy.
"Not if you get killed first!" Face laughed and pulled Amelia into the helicopter just as bullets started flying all over the place and Murdock's panicked screams to "not hit his baby" were heard over the splutter of the engine.