Here's my first A-Team Fanfic! It just sorta popped into my head, and I needed to get it down onto 'paper' if you know what I mean. Anyway, I'd love to hear what you guys think of it.
I don't own The A-Team!
The darkness streaming through the nightshade windows was darker than dark, and the whispers were louder than loud. They thrummed in her ears and swallowed her whole, and it frightened her. It frightened Serenity. Serenity felt her entire soul seem to shrink and her hopes size down to a pinprick. The volume rose to a tremendous cacophony and she clapped her hands over her ears, gasping. She didn't want to listen, she didn't want to hear. Her heart pounded against her chest at a maddening pace, but it couldn't be let out. She needed it. The voices laughed. They spat at her, and coerced her to her feet, moving her like a puppet to the kitchen. No. Serenity thought. This can't be happening. I can't go in there! A feeling of dread clasped the poor woman as she fumbled through the dark. As soon as she entered the kitchen, it disappeared into a gulf of frantic searching. Items were flung off the counters and things fumbled with until a flash in the dark alerted her to her triumph. In her pale, trembling hand, a knife was clasped. A sob wormed its way up her throat. Why didn't they keep me there?! I can't do this by myself! Her mind screamed. She collapsed onto the cold floor, still clutching the knife. The last time she had done this, her father had found her, taken her to a new home. There was no one to find her now. There was only one person in this world who could make the voices go away just as good as the medicine, and Serenity hadn't seen him in quite a long time. A memory flashed to her mind, unbidden, and engulfed her senses like she was actually there...
"Now Serenity, darling, you do know this is for the best, don't you?" Murmured a fat old man to the thin pale girl who was sitting stoically on the bed of her bland white room. The man was quite worried about the girl, his daughter, being left alone here, but he knew the facilities, and he trusted the faculty. Besides, he could visit more here.
The girl looked to her father and nodded. "Yes, Papa. I want you to be happy." The man frowned, and the girl saw this wasn't the answer he had been looking for. She quickly amended the statement. "I mean to say, Papa, that I know I need to get better, and once I am better I think I should be happier."
He smiled slightly at that. "There's my girl." He pulled out a little pocket watch. "Well, I need to go, darling, but I will be back. Be a good girl and take the medicine." Serenity nodded solemnly.
"I promise I will, Papa." The man nodded, and kissed the top of her head before walking out the door. Serenity was now left alone with her thoughts. They were strangely silent now, and although it was a relief, there was something lonely about it. It didn't help that her room was so very bare. Her father promised her things would come soon, but for now the walls were a stark white, and the bed bland, and the room furniture-less.
Her father had found her at the house. It was empty, now that her mother had gone. She had kept the voices away. But with her gone...Serenity shuddered. She didn't like it when the voices controlled her. She had almost...robbed herself of her life, just to stop them...Fate had other ideas, though. Her father had found her in time. She had poured herself out to him, told him everything, and he had taken her here. She wasn't exactly why. She wasn't a war veteran. Although, her father was a famous general, and he did live close to the VA Hospital.
She shrugged. I guess it didn't exactly matter. She was going to get better here, and that was what mattered.
Days had gone by, and her stuff was delivered. She busied herself in adjusting her books on her old bookshelf, and arranging her records on her desk. The amazing lucidity in her mind was startling to her. She did still have her moments though...and the meds she was taking seemed to suck all of the life out of her. She hadn't left the room for days, but had been cordial to the nurses and taken any meds they had given her. The doctors had been slightly worried about this behavior, and asked her to go outside for a bit. She figured it wouldn't hurt to go outside, but had no desire to. In the end, she hadn't wanted the doctors to worry, so had agreed.
She slipped out of her pajamas and into a comfortable little raggedy ensemble. She wore knitted leggings under a tattered brown skirt and a baggy cream sweater. She smiled sadly when she remembered her mother had knitted it.
She padded outside barefoot, not bothering to slip on her old boots. The short grass tickled her feet and she wiggled her toes in it, though not finding any particular joy in it. She spied the large field, dotted with patients, MPs, doctors, and a few large, shade bearing trees. Deciding she didn't much like the licking of the sun on her head, she started for the shaded areas. Plopping down on the soft grass, she drew the notebook from her chest and flipped open to a blank page.
Though she stared at it for a long time, she never felt any inspiration to draw. From afar, a man had been watching her curiously for quite some time as well, and decided he didn't like the glum look on her face.
"Hiya!" Came the man's voice from above Serenity's head. She froze, startled, before looking up towards him and blinking the sun out of her eyes.
"Um..." She didn't exactly know what to say to the tall, lanky man in khakis and a bomber jacket that towered above her form, so she smiled. "Hello."
The man dropped down onto the ground next to her and held out a hand. "I'm H.M. Murdock, little lady, and I couldn't help but notice how blue your vibes are."
Serenity smiled patiently but sadly. "Oh, um...yeah..." She looked down. "I suppose so..."
"It's the meds, ain't it? You're new here." Murdock frowned. He didn't like the side effects any more than the next person.
She nodded. "I was thinking that as well. However, they stop the voices." Serenity winced. "I don't much like the voices."
The man, Murdock, seemed to sympathize with her. "I'm sorry, little lady. I know how you feel. But, you know, when I feel like that, I just look up into the big blue yonder and pretend I'm up there, like the birds."
This made Serenity smile slightly. "You're a pilot."
He grinned a wide, toothy grin. "Captain Howlin' Mad Murdock at your service, little miss. There ain't nothin' like lookin' into the wild blue sky from a bird's eye, if you know what I mean, sweetheart."
She shook her head. "I've never been up there, sir. I can only imagine what it must look like."
He chuckled. "Oh, imagination doesn't even cover it, pretty lady." He tipped his head towards her. "Speaking of which, I'd like to know your name, rather than come up with colorful adjectives. They just don't even do it justice." He winked.
This caused the young woman to blush slightly. "Oh, um, my name's Serenity, Mr. Murdock."
"Oh, nonononononono, Renny, don't call me that. I'm just Murdock to all us fellow insane people. That's a beautiful name, by the way. Sereeeenity. Seeeeeerenity. Sereniiiiiity."
The woman giggled, genuinely. "My mother said it was unique."
Murdock winked again. "Well, then, I'd say it fit's you perfect. In a nice way, I'mean."
Serenity smiled. "Thank you, Mr-oh, um, Murdock."
Just then, a doctor came up. "Come on Murdock, you know what time it is." The pilot nodded in a melancholy way, before glancing back up at Serenity in a smile that was a stark contrast. After a small moment of deliberation, he grabbed her hand and placed a small kiss on it.
"Adieu, dear Lady Serenity. I will return soon." He stated in a gallant French patter. He jumped up, but as soon as he started after that doctor, his shoulders slumped. He hated shock therapy.
TADA! Chapter One, My friends. I know it's short, but I figured that would help me organize my thoughts better:) Feedback would be better than a Chipmunk in a party hat!