AN: okay so I have written a few A-Team stories, they're not very good, but I do like writing them :). This one was started at about one in the morning with a lot of cookies and tea, so keep in mind I was sugared up and exhausted :P The idea here is to stop making Murdock a victim and start to explore the more 'sane-crazy' side of his personality. I really think that if Murdock ever got angry, as in real angry, it would be very interesting, but it never really happened in either the show or movie.

What a shame :(

So here it is and hope you all enjoy :)

Mad man

Murdock was a strange guy.

He was insane, crazy and off his rocker. On some days one can find him dancing on the roof tops of HQ and others he's running from a hail storm... that doesn't exist. He has dressed up as Captain Black Beard and tried to rob the cafeteria and once he even repainted his chopper to make it looked like Pacman.

Murdock was a strange guy.

But he was funny, really funny, heck the only reason any of the guys even laugh anymore was because of their cuckoo Captain. He could make them laugh so hard that some even lose their voices. The Captain made the war a little more bearable, he made it better and even sometimes enjoyable.

In their OP fewer and fewer men were suffering from depression and one couldn't deny that the lanky pilot had a lot to do with it. He just knew how.

Which why it just didn't make sense to see him angry. It made even less sense to see him very angry, so angry that some of the bigger men were backing up with enough speed to end up in enemy territory if they didn't stop any time soon.

But angry Murdock was.

The tent had gone so quiet that the only sound was the soft breathing from the terrified men a few paces back. They were starring at him with such fear and confusion that it would have been hilarious.

If Murdock wasn't holding a gun.

Which just happened to be Colonel's.

"Kid," Hannibal said softly, "You need to put the gun down,"

Even in this state, Face doubted that Murdock would actually pull the trigger, he was just a little upset that was all-

"Gimme a good reason, bossman," his voice had changed, he was talking with almost no hint of an accent, "Then I'll drop it,"

Shit. There was something very wrong here.

"If you shoot, then you'll go back to the Asylum," almost no response from Murdock, but the word 'Asylum' definitely hit a raw nerve. Hannibal never used that word, it was always 'VA' or 'Hospital' it looked like he was a little pissed too.

"Do you agree with what they did?" he asked bitterly. His cold eyes narrowing another fraction. Gods, he was furious.

"Of course not," he said taking a step forwards, the cigar smoke pooling around his face, "But this is war, kid and that's what happens in them, people die-"

"Not children," he growled through gritted teeth, but he never looked at Hannibal, his eyes (and gun) were silently focused on the bastard Sergent. "Not woman and innocent people who has NOTHING to do with this!"

Now he looked at Hannibal and Face resisted the urge to turn around and run in the opposite direction like a little girl. His eyes didn't hold the same openness and confusion, they were cold and dead and so focused that he felt a chill run up his spine. This wasn't lanky Murdock who ran around with a plastic sword trying to defend his row boat. This was his evil fucking twin!

"And even if there was a casualty" Murdock continued in a deep raw voice, "Even if by some terrible accident we did blow up a small village...then we have no right feel pride... If anything we should... we should..." he couldn't finish the sentence, he was choking with emotion, what emotion that was he couldn't be sure, but the burning energy finally seemed to seep out of him.

His shoulders sagged slightly and then he turned back to the Sergent his eyes downcast and gun dropping, as if a terrible weight had been dropped on him for no reason.

"Give me the gun, Captain," Hannibal said again, this time in full authority voice.

Seconds ticked by and they all watched and waited. Starring between the two and hoping this wouldn't end tragically.

He lowered the gun.

Face let out a breath he never even realized he'd been holding.

The young Sergeant swallowed hard, but visibly relaxed when Murdock handed the gun back to Hannibal. His eyes were still dead and the anger had yet to disappear, but at least he wasn't waving a gun around anymore.

Without a word he turned and stormed out of the tent, leaving a frozen Sergent and five other terrified grunts in his wake.

BA who had remained seated throughout the whole thing finally stood up slowly just as Hannibal followed the pilot out of the tent. He gave them a piercing stare and then he spoke in a gruff voice;

"Should have let him shot you," and then turned to leave, Face following close behind, wondering what the Colonel was about to do with their pilot. Their next mission was in less than a week time, they needed him for air support and he doubted that this little episode would be going unchecked.

There you go! First chapter up, it was suppose to be a one shot, another idea came up and viola! You get a lot more chapters!

Thanks guys and hope you liked it :)

yours insanely

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