Meant to fly

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This chapter is about the quote "Hannibal, can we go home now." From the episode "Diamonds 'n Dust".

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If there was something Murdock hated, it was to be helpless. This job hadn't exactly started well and it had only gotten worse.

Their clients look, when she first met him had only been the beginning. The mix of disgust and pity in her eyes was nothing new to him, still it hurt, sometimes more, sometimes less. The things that helped him most with it were flying and his team.

But he hadn't been flying this time. They had taken a regular flight and Murdock had been condemned to sit in the back as a normal, helpless passenger. Was even his team doubting his ability to fly? Was it because of Bogey?

They didn't even let him be a part of their scam, he had to get in before them, but why? For the first time Murdock felt something like betrayal from his team, but he quickly shook of this thoughts. They were not only his team, but his family. Should everybody turn against him, they would stand by his side. Only hours later Face had proofed that. He chose Murdock for his scam, not Amy, not BA. For a moment everything felt right again. There was nothing like fooling those bad guys together with his best friend.

But his emotional high hadn't lasted long. Only a bit later he had lost Bogey. And the worst was, it was his own fault. He had had to distract the goons and so he had done it, but at what cost. They had blasted Bogey's head of without a second thought and Murdock had been helpless again, there had been no way to prevent it. He hadn't even been strong enough to pay the guy who shot his little friend back, no, he had just gotten himself in danger and Hannibal had to save him.

Again his team saved him and to know they cared helped him again, but it wasn't the end of it.

Not much later he had to watch BA and Face climbing that mountain each with a pack wet dynamite on their back, not only one time almost falling all the way down, in constant danger of erupting in a giant fire ball. And again Murdock couldn't do anything about it, he just stood there and watched.

Thank god they reached the top of that cliff safe and sound, but there was no rest for the weary.

The enemy was already there.

Now here they were, inside that damn mine, with no way out except the way they got in, which was safely guarded. The mission hadn't been all bad, there had been some light moments, they had had big luck to even get this far, but there was only so much Murdock could take.

It wasn't a big step from the façade of the mad soldier, the reliable part of the A-team, to the frightened child that Murdock sometimes felt like inside. In the last hours that façade had been cracking more and more and now it was about to break down completely.

There just was no reason to be strong. It wasn't as if he was of any use grounded, in a cave, with no contact to the sky, he was meant to fly. Murdock hated being in caves, mines or under earth in any way. He was a pilot, he was meant to be up there in the sky. It was too tight, the air seemed stuffy, he couldn't breath. In panic he looked around.

Down here he could do nothing but wait, the scared child took over, no need to be a soldier now.

"Hannibal, can we go home now?", he asked in a little voice.

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Hannibal's POV:

"Hannibal, can we go home now?"

One look in those wide, innocent, brown eyes broke Hannibal's heart. Sometimes it was hard to see that Murdock wasn't his youngest team member. In that moment he looked so much younger than his 36 years. Sometimes he just wanted to wrap his arms around him, keep him safe, tell him everything would be okay. They were all like son's to him, but Murdock was his special boy. He would go along with his different characters. But that wasn't what Murdock needed right now, what he needed was the hope to get out there, something to do, Murdock needed a plan and Hannibal was supposed to deliver. The responsibility for his team pressed hard on his shoulders that moment.

Fortunately luck was on his side once more, they had enough supplies to build weapons, to get out. Soon the jazz was back and the plan came together. They in fact got out, but the best was probably the chopper. When Murdock took hold of the skids of the chopper that was about to take off there was no sign of that frightened child anymore. Murdock the pilot was back and no one in Hannibal's doubted, that their pilot would bring down the chopper safely.

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