Well this is it but I'll be back with something new soon. In the mean time I want to thank every one who has read my story and followed it (or me) I hope you have enjoyed it. I do not own the A-Team or any recognizable characters or objects. OC's are my creations.

The three men were seated on a patio overlooking the beach less than an hour later, sipping on their beers and eating their dinner. Face and Murdock were getting along just like old times. However a few questions still remained about the events of the past few days.

"So, why didn't you answer my calls?" Face asked.

Murdock shrugged. "My phone is on my nightstand back at base, I didn't take it with me when we went on our mission. International roaming is expensive, Facey. Besides, radios are more reliable." Murdock's eyes lit up, "But ya know what? I can't wait 'til we have little hand-held computers like they got on Star Trek. With the touch screens, and a crazy amount of information at our fingertips, that's gonna be so cool!"

"Man, you're crazy if ya think you'll see any of that in our lifetime." B.A. laughed "So what's the plan from here for the rest of our leave?"

"I was thinking that we've interrupted your plans enough B.A. I thought we'd be taking off. And since I always pick where we go for leave, Murdock could decide where we go from here." Face proposed.

"Well, if that's what ya want ta do. But actually, I've been gettin' along well with the fool these last couple a days. No Billy, no flyin' and he hasn't sung a word since I picked him up yesterday." B.A. grinned.

"Billy's in the kennel at Bragg. I told you earlier I don't have a plane, and I don't feel like singin' when I'm outta sorts. But, hey! I feel much better now so if you'd like, I could now; I take requests." Murdock offered.

"Maybe you should go on your own trip then." B.A. said to Face as he glared at the pilot "Where ya wanna go, fool?"

"I did have an idea…" Murdock said with a smile.

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"I spoke with Hannibal this morning, and apologised for getting him hurt, again. He was happy that we are getting along fine again, but he seemed a little down." Face told Murdock as they got off the bus.

Murdock, remembering what B.A. had said about Hannibal enjoying their adventures just a little too much, said "You took his jazz high away, tellin' him we'd worked everythin' out. Don't worry, he'll be fine."

"Oh…" Face paused, a little confused about 'jazz by association'. "So how did I let you talk me into this?" Face laughed.

"Well, you've never been here - which is a cryin' shame - and I haven't been here since my Grammy and Poppa brought me here when I was little. I did come here once as an adult with some friends. You'll love it - everyone does." Murdock reassured the younger man.

"I feel silly. This place is for kids, Murdock." Face groaned.

"Pbbt! Nonsense! We'll get us some mouse ears, and meet Mickey and then you'll never want to leave. I promise." Murdock smiled.

Face wasn't so sure that Murdock was right about that, but he had come to learn that his best friend did have a sixth sense about such things. In the end, it didn't really matter if he loved Disney World or not. What did matter is that he was getting to spend a vacation with his best friend.