Title: Chocolate
Summary: Written 23/3/11. Drabble. Face's thoughts on the payment the Team end up recieving. It's not what he hoped.
Rating: PG
Notes: I wrote this in like 20 minutes whilst I was on the bus going to work. It's nothing spectacular but hey at least I wrote something for the first time since like January lol!
Disclaimer: I don't own The A Team. If I did I'd so rob Murdock's jacket.

Face wasn't sure how it had happened. The oral contract always transferred to paper without incident. It was a seamless procedure, one that wasn't affected by Hannibal's jazz levels. As he looked around the van, penned in his seat by seemingly multiplying boxes of expensive chocolates he had to wonder how everything had gone south so swiftly, his head ached trying to calculate how the payment for their latest mission had been gone from 10% of profits produced to 10% of produce when the words had been committed to paper.

Murdock was positively giddy, Face wondered if the chocolaty scent had sent him on a sugar induced high. He dreaded to think what their journey home would disintegrate to once the pilot began actually consuming the sweets. Even BA was thrilled with the turn of events, the appeal of feeding his sweet tooth overpowering his concern for the potential mess chocolate could create in the van.

Murdock tried to pull Face from his thoughts, rattled a now open box beneath his nose demanding he choose at least one chocolate from the selection. He twisted his features in repulsion at the offering, still very much disappointed with the turn of events. He'd already spun a life of riches and finesse in his mind's eye with the money he thought they'd receive, now he found his mansion dashed in the wake of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.

Hannibal turned in his seat from the front of the van, plucked a chocolate from the box Murdock still held.

"Cheer up Face," he said, "At least you'll always have a gift for valentines day"

Murdock rattled the box again, Face sighed, knew he would relent until he'd given in and took what was offered. He reached over and grabbed a chocolate, took a bite and reluctantly had to agree that Hannibal's standpoint meant the situation didn't look so bad.