I have finally given into temptation and decided to write about my newest obsession: James "Howling Mad" Murdock from the A-Team. I saw the movie, and instantly fell in love with the clinically-insane pilot. So, I've decided to write a series of drabbles/one-shots that detail random scenes from a romantic relationship with him. The OC is a shameless author-insert. Just wanted to get that out in the open before anyone accused me of it.

I should also mention that all of these are not in chronological order. For instance, this particular one-shot is just after Allison (the OC/me) openly expresses her affection for Murdock. I wouldn't call them an official 'couple' just yet...because honestly - how do you have "the Talk" with crazy H.M.? A relationship with a crazy man just sort of...happens.

And just so there's less confusion, Allison joined their team a while ago. She's an American with duel citizenship with Israel, and served in the IDF as a sniper and Mossad member until her father became ill (who lived in the US). She moved back to America, where she then joined up with the A-Team fugitives under very exciting, highly creative, and up-until-now still un-thought-up circumstances. I'm sure I'll think of something. Eventually...maybe.

In the mean time, please enjoy!

"Shut Up!"

Hannibal looked like a father patiently putting up with his son's tantrum, sitting in the armchair with his newspaper taught between his clenched hands...he had yet to turn a page.

Face looked distinctly irritated in the kitchen, making lunch. It was clear from his body language that he would much rather be stabbing a particular someone with his knife, rather than chopping the celery stalk on his cutting board.

B.A. looked positively murderous, sitting on the couch watching an NBA game on TV...or trying to, at least. By the rhythmic wringing of his fists and the withering glares he shot at a particular someone (glares that Allison had dubbed 'death rays'), it was clear that if it didn't stop soon, he would be guilty of manslaughter.

Allison's left eye twitched periodically as she sat at the table next to a particular someone, doing her best to concentrate on the cryptoquip puzzle before her and ignore the fact that her grip on the pen was making her fingers turn white.

Said particular person was unsurprisingly and blissfully unaware of the effect he was having on his companions. James Murdock was, although a brilliant pilot and valued asset to the A-Team, not the most observant of people. He had a tendency to become lost in his own thoughts, or absorbed in a menial activity. And right now, that menial activity was driving everybody in the apartment up the walls.

Murdock had been assigned the tedious task of forging everyone some new social security cards...a painstaking process that ate up a lot of time, but didn't provide any actual challenge. To occupy his brain while doing so, James had started singing to himself. This, in and of itself, was not the issue (although Allison was positive BA would beg to differ and insist that it was equally the issue). It was, in fact, the choice of song. And how long he'd been singing it.

This song happened to be "The Song That Never Ends," and he'd been singing it for a good thirty minutes, only pausing momentarily to breathe, and there was no end in sight.

The first two minutes had been relatively harmless...Allison had even whistled along to the tune for the first 30 seconds or so.

Between five and ten minutes, it had become a background noise that most of the team had been able to ignore or tune out entirely.

By twenty minutes, everyone's ears had grown tired of actively tuning him out, and each member covertly shot glances at the others, gauging how well the others were handling the irritation. Although each person was growing steadily more aggravated, no one made eye-contact with anyone else, so they did nothing, not wanting to make a scene...at least single-handedly.

But now, after thirty minutes of the blasted children's song being sung on endless repeat, tempers and nerves were at their breaking point.

Face faked a loud cough from the kitchen.

No response. Not even an indication Murdock had heard him.

Hannibal purposefully shook his newspaper and turned a page noisily, looking over with barely-concealed agitation.

Not even a twitch from the madman.

BA let out a deep, rumbling growel, reminding everyone in the apartment (pilot excluded) of the predator he was.

Once again, no change.

"Murdock!" Allison barked, slamming her pen down on the table in frustration.

The man jumped visibly in his chair and jerked his head up, eyes wide in surprise. "Baby, you scared the daylights outta me!" He started rambling as soon as he caught his breath. "Donchya know I'm workin' on a terribly important secret assignment? Why, forgery's a careful art and requires the utmost concentration...even the slightest - "

"James!" she interrupted insistently. He paused in his stream-of-conscious chattering just long enough for the sniper to blurt out "Shut up!"

The pilot looked scandalized. "Whatever do you mean, sweet cheeks? I haven't been doin' nothin' this whole time and -"

"You've been singing, hun."

Murdock appeared nonplussed and didn't miss a beat. "Well I need some form of distraction from this mind-numbing tedium, don't I? And I wasn't singing very loudly, was I?"

"Stop talking, love..." she reached over and patted his arm on the table, "You're annoying the crap out of everybody."

James took an indignant sniff, looking around the room at the other members of the team (who were all studiously and seemingly-innocently ignoring the two of them). "Seeing as I didn't even realize I was doing it, it's clear that I have no control over my musicalogical expressionism. It appears you'll just have to find a way to stop me from doing it."

With an exaggerated flourish, he resumed his forging. "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves," he sang with a lopsided smirk at his papers, "And this is how it gooooooooes...I know a song that get's on everybody's nerves..."

Allison didn't waist another moment, and scooted herself from her chair and made her way over to stand directly next to Murdock's chair. Sensing a disturbance in the Force, James glanced up at the uninvited company that just welcomed herself into his personal space. He was still singing, but his voice became uncertain when he caught a glance of his girlfriend's determined expression.

"I'll get you to shut up," she murmured as she bent down, locking her lips with those of the startled pilot.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the singing stopped, even if the other team members did feel a little awkward...what with two of their partners making out at the table.

Just when the kiss was on the verge of becoming too heated, they broke apart: Murdock's hair mussed up, his eyes wild, cheeks flushed; and Allison with a smug expression, although a little breathless - much to the pilot's satisfaction.

The girl cocked her head to the side with a smile. "Problem solved." Turning, she headed out of the little breakfast nook to join Face in the kitchen.

BA returned to his basketball game, shaking his head and trying to remove the image of that crazy fool being snogged out of his brain.

Hannibal fluffed up his newspaper again, finding the place he'd left off and letting out a sigh of relief. There really was someone for everyone, he thought with a smile.

Face resumed chopping the celery for their chicken salad lunch, though now his rhythm was much less stilted and forceful. He privately marveled (not without a little jealousy, but definitely not begrudgingly), how a girl that beautiful and rational could not only handle Murdock, but actually enjoy it.

For his own part, Murdock sat a little shell-shocked in his chair. He hadn't moved much or changed his look of enraptured disbelief since Allison had left him there. But eventually, he began to snap out of his daze, and he slowly went back to his forging, starting to hum as he did.

Very soon, however, the humming turned into lyrics.

"I know we don't belong
Everyone says it's wrong
We come from different ways
So I tried to erase everything that I felt..."

"Yo fool!" BA called out from his couch, "Cut that shit out already!" But Murdock was worlds away from them at that point, lost in his own mind and continuing to sing the Karmina song to himself, unaware he was even voicing it - let alone that the entire A-Team was listening.

"But then you kissed me and suddenly I don't care any more
Something in me tells me you're the one I'm looking for
But then you kissed me and suddenly I don't care any more
Something in me tells me you're the one I'm looking for
From the kiss
From the kiss..."

"You crazy ass fool! Shut the hell up! I'm tryin' to watch the game here!"

Hannibal raised a silencing hand to BA with patience and understanding. "Let him be, Bosco. Let him be."

The big man growled again, but obeying the team leader and turning back to the television set, grabbing the remote and cranking the volume up to try and drown out the singing.

"My heart is getting loud
I'm trying to keep it down
I wish the world could hear
But I can't help but fear that they'll take you away
You away..."

Allison remained standing in the kitchen with her back to the man singing where she had walked, making to move to start pulling out the slices of bread from the bag she'd grabbed moments earlier. She did not turn around, and ignored Face's gaze, which she could feel boring into the back of her head.

"Looks like that merely created a new problem to solve," Face commented.

She said nothing.

"But then you kissed me and suddenly I don't care any more..."