Summary: Face and a package don't get along.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own the A-team.
'Shit,' he thought. Then, 'not again,' 'why me,' and 'Hannibal's gonna pay for this' as he tumbled down the stairs. As he landed, he felt the package Hannibal had requested slip out of his hands. As he righted himself, he felt a searing pain in his right knee. He stood up, wincing as he put pressure on it, figuring that it was sprained. 'Hannibal's gonna pay, Hannibal's gonna pay' the man chanted over and over in his mind as he picked up the package and limped to his vehicle.
Templeton "Faceman" Peck hobbled his way towards the condo he had scammed three weeks prior. Suddenly, the front door flew open with such force the top hinge was pulled right out of the doorframe. Murdock, followed by B.A. came running out the door. Murdock let out a surprised yelp as he nearly plowed into Face, and B.A. ground to a halt just mere inches behind Murdock with bared teeth, barely growling out an " I'm gonna kill you foo,'" before he saw Face.
"Hey man, what you doing?" B.A. barked out.
"Well, B.A., Hannibal sent me out to retrieve his package that came in today," Face calmly replied.
"Probably another box of cigars." This came from Murdock as he drew a giant S.O.S. in the driveway.
"I wouldn't doubt it, Murdock, knowing Hannibal. And to think that I fell down the steps after I retrieved the damn things."
"Did you get hurt, Face?" asked a smug looking Hannibal from right behind him.
Face whipped around, nearly screaming out in pain and resisting the urge to clutch his bad knee. "No, colonel, I'm fine."
"Don't lie, Lieutenant."
"It's just a sprained knee," Face snapped back, then regretting it from the look on Hannibal's face.
"Why don't we all go inside, so our injured Lieutenant can lie down on the couch," Hannibal said with a smirk.
"Hannibal, I'm fine! See, I can stand on it," Face pleaded desperately.
"I'm sure you are, Face." Hannibal rolled his eyes, and then nodded to B.A., who took two steps forward, bent over, and scooped Face up into his arms. Face tried to protest, but stopped short when he saw the "I'm gonna pound you into the ground if you don't keep your mouth shut" look from B.A., who then proceeded to carry Face into the condo and set him on the couch.
"Now, Face, can I have my package now, or do I have to order you to hand it over?"
"Oh, you can have it, Hannibal. That thing has done nothing but cause me trouble!" Face complied by handing Hannibal the troublesome package.
Hannibal opened the box and a relieved smile came over his face. "The powdered sugar I ordered finally came!"
All three of his men gawked at him, their eyes blinking in shock. It was Murdock who finally broke the silence by saying "Powdered sugar, Colonel? Have you gone crazy?!"
"You would know, fool."
"Shut up, B.A.! Nobody asked your opinion."
"No, Murdock, I haven't gone crazy. I had to get it specially colored and flavored for our next mission, so when the drug dealers and addicts they are selling to smoke it, their have one hell of a headache instead of a high."
"What is it supposed to be, Hannibal?" Face asked with a feeling of dread crawling over him.
"Cocaine," Hannibal said, grinning insanely.
Murdock and B.A. groaned, while Face threw the T.V. remote at Hannibal, hitting him right in the forehead.
Rubbing his head, Hannibal smirked, then said "I love it when a plan comes together." Then, "You know, Face, that really hurt."
"You deserved it," Face muttered, then turned his back on his fellow teammates. The three barely heard the murmured threat of "Next time, I'm gonna knock you over the head with a baseball bat," before Face fell asleep.
Murdock and B.A. roared with laughter, while Hannibal paled, knowing his Lieutenant meant every last word...
Please review and tell me what you think. This story was inspired from my own fall down a flight of stairs, but unlike Face, I managed to land without any injuries. :)