AN: Sorry this story is a bit short, but it was a plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone...

Disclaimer: I don't own The A-Team or the song in this story.

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A growl escaped Face's lips as he stalked into the kitchen, glaring at B.A. as he passed by him and approached Hannibal.

"Hannibal," Face said in a growl. "Murdock is annoying me."

"Where is he?" Hannibal asked, wondering if he was dealing with a fight between two seasoned soldiers or two little boys.

"In the living room," Face growled as he stalked off (to the living room).

Hannibal followed, his cigar forgotten on the table and his curiosity aroused.

He walked into the living room to see Face angrily standing next to the couch watching Murdock, who was holding his guitar and staring at Face.

"... you asked a question. I was answering it."

"I don't want you answering with a song! And especially not that song!"

Murdock shrugged nonchalantly. "Why not?" "Because! Just don't!" Face exclaimed, exasperated.

"What is going on, Capitan?" Hannibal asked Murdock.

Murdock shrugged again. "Face asked me a question. I started to answer in a song."

Hannibal chuckled. "Murdock, some of your songs are a little... "

"It wasn't my song," Murdock interrupted. "I learned it when I was a little kid."

"What question did Face ask?" Hannibal asked.

"I asked him why he didn't have a girlfriend," Face grumbled. "He didn't have to answer in a song!"

"What song was it?" B.A. asked as he entered the room.

Murdock shifted his guitar and licked his lips. "How 'bout I play it for you?"

"No!" Face exclaimed. "Don't!"

Murdock ignored Face and looked to Hannibal. "May I?"

Hannibal nodded, and Murdock licked his lips again as he adjusted his guitar. Face covered his ears and closed his eyes, bracing for the "impact" of the song.

"If it hadn't been for cotton eyed Joe,

I'd been married a long time ago.

Where'd you come from, where'd you go?

Where'd you come from cotton-eyed Joe?

If it hadn't been for cotton eyed Joe,

I'd been married a long time ago.

Where'd you come from, where'd you go?

Where'd you come from cotton-eyed Joe?"

Hannibal and B.A. started cracking up with hysterical laughter as Face growled something about needing a glass of water as he left the room.

The End