Okay first I'm German and had some problems with the line: Turning on the light…So don't judge a book by it's cover?!?

„CLICK!

With this, the story starts. Turning on the light.

I did that.

And it's me writing this letter…And it's me, too, lying to his team, day in day out never telling them what's going on.

I'd give my life for them, they'd give theirs for me but nevertheless, I'll never tell them anything.

That's why I'm writing it down. I can't tell them so … just in case.

Just in case I'll die before they do. Then my nurse can give this letter to them… And ask for a date. Face'll like her.

She looks good and I would ask if I'd dare to.

CLICK!

The light's gone out. The story I was about to tell doesn't fit in this letter the light says. At least Billy says the light did.

But sorry, I digress.

So why am I writing this letter?

Hard to tell. I want the famous A-Team to find this letter. Not when Billy and I are no longer here. I want them to find it before that happens.

I'd never give this letter to them but I really want you to know!

Yes, You! I mean You, my Team. I could never tell you what was going on with me. To say something making sense and being profound was never something coming easily to me, like being crazy!

But that's not supposed to be an excuse for not talking to you. I won't justify myself, I know it was wrong.

You're my Team, my Friends, my Family. You should have the right to know what's bothering me. You should know how cold I really am. So cold nothing's helping.

Only these gashes. Those deep, burning, wonderful gashes marking my body. Yes Face, yet another reason making you look better than me.

But perhaps I just don't want to tell because I'm afraid, you'll leave me. That you just leave and switch off the light…

CLICK!

The light's just gone out. A sign? Oh, Billy wants to tell me something.

He says you wanna know why I'm doing…why I'm so cold. Frankly, I don't know myself. Perhaps they forgot to turn on the heating in the hospital or perhaps I am just crazy.

Now I'm saying it I realize that you actually have to understand. After all, I am crazy. My ID proves that. A couple of gashes aren't that unusual. Have you by any chance already suspected it and I'm imagining my fears?

And I'm only imagining that you only come here to get me if you need me. Imagining that you haven't been here in ages to just visit me.

Oops, now I told you. So I did know. Yes, I knew and it hurt. So much. The gashes are in contrast to it a boon.

You're asking yourselves once again why the hell I didn't tell you? Why I do not trust you? Oh my strong ones don't be afraid, we trust you, Billy and me. We just do not want to hurt you. We don't want you to blame yourselves in case you would've find out because you have no reason to. We didn't tell you just because I love you…"

All of a sudden someone knocked at the door and Face entered.

"Hey, I thought I'd pay you a visit." The flawless face curled up into a smile. A warm one. One of these smiles, making everything melt. Not one of those slimy Scam-Smiles which appeared so richly on Faces face.

All the cuts on Murdock's body suddenly seemed cold and irrelevant. He stared at the letter feeling so wrong now.

"So, what ya writing?"

His brother reached fort he letter before he could react.

CLICK!

Hey, my first A-Team story and added to that I'm a poor German little fellow. I had Beta but she was German, too so please write me the poor German little fellow...And considering it was my first A-Team fic please tell me if I did the plot good (well?).

Oh, just at you're at it, tell me what you thought about the CLICK in the end. I think it's very equivocal…if that's the right word. Please tell me because I thought a lot about it.

Yours sincerely Worms