A/N: Oh I can't say sorry enough for the week or so long delay. :( Anyways, here it finally is, chapter 9! It's not the end, so prepare for more :)

I don't own the A-Team!

"What in the..." The southern accented voice made James whirl around. He came face-to-face with...himself. Only himself was dressed in a leather bomber jacket, a Star Wars shirt under it. Green cargo pants and Converse High tops with a red baseball hat on his shaggy head, the words 'Airborne' stitched on the front.

"You!" James jabbed a finger at Murdock. "Get out there so you can convince those criminals I'm not you!"

But Murdock shrugged, shaking his head. "Sure, whatever. I wish you would just listen,"

"Listen to them?" James grumbled, sitting back on the chair in the strange room. It was dim, hard to tell where exactly he was. "Just because we look exactly alike, and both have dogs named Billy, does not mean anything."

"You've got Billy?" Murdock broke into that maniac grin and moved closer to sit across from James. "That's good, I was getting worried 'bout him."

James gaped at him for a moment. "Okay. Sure. He's...fine."

Murdock leaned in, serious. "You have to listen. They are not lying. I'm here, in your mind. Very deep down, but I'm there and you need to get me back out." He said and James started to shake his head. "I can't do that, I don't know how."

But Murdock reached over and smacked James' shoulder. "Don't say that! You are me, and I am not an idiot."

"Look, this is getting weird. I think I'm going to wake up now and-"

"No!" Murdock shouted, jumping up and grabbing James' shoulders to keep him in place. "I brought you here, and I can keep you here."

"You are crazy." James sighed. "Once again, I don't know how to bring it all back. Get it?"

Murdock's mouth turned up at the corner. "Listen. I will bother you every single night in your dreams until you fix this. Okay? I miss my team, Hannibal's plans, annoying B.A. and hanging with Facey. Do not ruin our own life like this."

The grin was small yet frightened James and he nodded quickly. "Alright, alright! I'll figure something out, I swear."

"Good, 'cause if ya don't...I'll just shock the sense out of ya." Before everything disappeared into darkness, James didn't miss the knowing wink Murdock threw him.

"That's it!" James whisper-yelled into the darkness as he threw the mess of blankets off himself and as soon as his feet hit the wood floor, he took off for the door. He slid into the hall and ran for the stairs, scurrying down on the balls of his feet to avoid noise. At the bottom, he whirled and went for the living room.

The moon lit up the room as it shone through the open windows and the rays fell upon a patch in front of the window. James tip-toed to that spot and peered out the window into the land. His hands gripped the window sill tightly as he leaned forwards on his arms until he felt the chilly night air on his face in full. He glanced back into the cabin then out into the open land.

Backing away from the window, James glanced at the clock, it read one in the morning and he crept to the hangers by the front door where the leather Aviator jacket that belonged to Captain Murdock hung. He shrugged into it and looked down at his feet. The shoe he had been wearing yesterday was probably still back in that town and in order to borrow one of the other guy's shoes, he would have to go into their rooms. Deciding it wasn't worth it, James hugged the jacket around his torso and went back to the window.

Catlike, he climbed through and hit the cold grass, feeling a chill run up his feet into his legs. Checking the living room a last time, James jogged to the van and pulled on the door handle. It was locked. Grumbling to himself, James retrieved a fallen branch and shoved the end of it through the window until it cracked and gave way.

After throwing the branch aside, he gripped the edge of the window and pulled himself up, falling forwards into the driver's seat and dragging his legs in. His cargo pants caught on the remained shards sticking up and he could hear the fabric tearing. Along the tops of his palms some blood was gathering and he wiped them on his ripped pants, sliding down the seat under the wheel.

There was a panel and James dug his nails into the cracks, pulling down. It popped off and he rearranged himself so his legs were running along the back of the seat and he hung almost upside down under the wheel.

Pulling on some wires and touching them to others, the engine roared to life and the radio snapped on.

Grinning, James flipped himself around and hit the gas, following the road into town. He stopped at one of those 24 hour drug stores and pulled in, jumping out of the van as it ran and hurrying into the store. Grabbing a map and a Milky Way bar, he paid with money from Murdock's bag and jumped back into the van. Opening the map on the wheel, he examined it, using his finger to trace the road line towards the generator.

Face knew as soon as he heard the roar of the van's engine James was escaping again. He was out of bed and down the stairs in record timing and threw the front door open in time to see the van kicking up dust down the road. "No! Dammit!" He cried, kicking the porch forcefully and picking up the branch James had used, chucking it at the cabin.

Hannibal emerged from the dark cabin, his hair sticking up every which way. "Face! What's wrong?"

"He is what's wrong!" Face shouted, throwing more rocks and sticks at the cabin with as much force as he could muster at one in the morning. A large rock just missed Hannibal's shoulder and he came towards Face, grabbing both of his arms and pinning them to his side. Face writhed under the grasp, shaking his shoulders in an attempt to free himself. "Leggo!" He grumbled.

"Not until you stop throwing things," Hannibal muttered lowly and Face let out a B.A.-like growl, eventually letting himself calm down. "Good boy. Come back inside." Hannibal let him go and backed away, silently daring Face to throw a tantrum again.

Face obliged, following his CO into the entry hall and closing the door behind him. B.A. was already at the table, sensing something important and the other two took a seat on either side of him. "Well? Are we goin' after him?" B.A. wanted to know.

Hannibal nodded once. "Somehow. We'll need to be careful."

"But we have no car." Face pointed out. B.A. nodded in agreement.

Meeting eyes with both men, Hannibal said, "Who are we?"

"What?"

"Who...are we?"

Face and B.A. looked at each other, both wearing looks of confusion. Hannibal's eyebrows went up. "The A-Team?" He said slowly for them. "We can do anything. We'll get a car."

B.A. grunted and Face hardly looked convinced but they both kept their mouths shut and Hannibal left them to get dressed. "He's on the jazz." B.A. murmured. Face snorted.

"So we're gonna hafta walk like, twenty miles into that town. Who knows where the fool'll have gone by then." B.A. complained more, rolling his eyes. Face stared blankly at the table as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Hannibal came thudding back down, a cigar already in his mouth. "Let's go boys."

They were barely a mile into the walk when a pickup truck rumbled along the road. Hannibal waved his arms and it came to a stop. "Hello, sir. Might I have a word with you for a moment?" He asked to the dreary-eyed man behind the wheel.

"Well...about what?" He asked warily.

Hannibal leaned in a little. "About what you're about to drive into," He looked back over his shoulder. "We just came from over there, live over there actually, and something must have leaked because there is a very dangerous amount of Carbon Monoxide hovering slowly this way..."

The driver seemed to get a worried look and opened his door, hopping down. Hannibal led him towards the 'gas' a little, both backs turned. "C'mon." B.A. waved Face over as he jogged to the driver's side and climbed in. Watching Hannibal and the man, Face got in the other side, sliding into the middle seat and giving a sharp whistle. B.A. hit reverse, turned the car around and started slowly down the road.

"HEY!" The man yelled, trying to follow his truck. Hannibal rushed past him and jumped in through the open door and B.A. hit the gas.

"Told you we'd get a car." Hannibal seemed to gloat as he shifted in the squished truck.

Face sat awkwardly in the middle. "Could've chosen an actual car."

He was otherwise ignored as they flew through the town and B.A. floored it past the cops. "Where do you think he went?" Face wondered, folding his hands in his lap. Hannibal's eyes stared out the side window. Face prodded his arm. "Well?"

A/N: I guess the team getting the truck is kinda weird, but hey, they're the A-Team. :) Review please, thank you!