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Note: Part of the Not Over Yet universe, but not a fixed event.
B.A. chuckled, "If you say so." Though he was partly sure that his friend was some kind of Alien.
Lunch was over and soon B.A. had them back outside and was helping to pick up the mess they had made on the smaller field, doing his best to ignore the protests from some of the kids, "Hey, we can't leave it here, it's litterin' and that's bad." He explained when some of them didn't stop complaining after a moment.
"Can we play so more after we're done?"
"Yeah. We got time. We can get a scrimmage game goin'. Whoever picks up the most balloons can be team captains." He offered and grinned as they started getting into finishing up.
Murdock smiled and handed out trash bags, singing loudly as he paraded around the yard. The younger ones were scouring the ground carefully, picking up every piece of rubber.
Finally everything was picked up and the kids got divided up into teams, fairly evened out age wise one team wasn't made up of just older or younger kids. B.A. stood back with Murdock and watched them play, both reffing and coaching at the same time with the Pilot. It amazed him how much Murdock knew about the game, since he never really saw the Captain as much of a Sports kind of man, "Hey, this is tackle football not the WWF!" B.A. had to warn some of the kids several times.
Murdock made most of the calls about fumbles. He had an eye like a hawk for slippage and theft by other kids. At the same time, though, he noticed a few of them that keenly weren't into the game at all - trying to stay off to the side or even worse - doing things like kicking up parts of the field to create tripping hazards.
B.A. was more for watching the up close and physical action, making sure they were playing fairly that way. Before long it was becoming evident that the day was drawing to a close, "Alright. After this play we wrap it up kids!" He instructed and then blew his whistle as they got into formation and snapped the play into action. He was really amazed at how well they retained the plays he had taught them, he rarely had to call out one anymore for them, "Nice. Very good! Run it hard to that goal line!" He was jogging along on the sideline as one of the kids made his way to gain the final touchdown.
"Go go go go go!" Murdock cheered as he ran sideways, giant loping strides, following the kids and the ball as they made their way down the field. "Almost there!"
It was one of the younger kids, and B.A. knew the older and much faster kids were hanging back and letting him take it. It made the big guy smile warmly, "Alright Kid! Way to go!" He crouched down to give the kid a high five after he crossed the goal line and spiked the ball properly, "Thanks Mr. Baracus!" He was a cute kid, a few teeth missing and one new one coming in so that when he spoke he had a little bit of a lisp and whistle to his words.
"You play that good next week and we'll win for sure." B.A. promised, with that large laugh of his as he ruffled the kid's hair, "Alright. Pack it up, make sure every bit of equipment is put back where it belongs." He instructed, helping them as they picked stuff up, "They had fun today. Though you really though you could hide them balloons from me in the coolers? Crazy fool." He said with a shake of his head as they all walked back towards the Center.
"Can't blame me for trying." Murdock grinned. "And we would have gotten away with it too, me and those pesky kids!" he snapped his fingers in the air, then stretched. "That's quite a sore shoulder...guess I gotta do more stretches before I start throwin' again."
"Ya think?" The Sergeant shook his head, "Ain't you doin' those mornin' drills Hannibal gave us all to do?" B.A. always did the stuff Hannibal said they should concerning exercise and staying in shape and he was pretty sure he was the only one who did. Though if Face didn't he wondered how the man stayed in the shape he was in. They helped the kids put the equipment into the closets they belonged to and then made sure they got picked up by their parents or guardians, "Well that's the last of 'em. You owe me a lil' somethin' for letting you come today. An' don't you dare try tellin' me you're outta curry." B.A. warned as they walked towards his van.
"I owe you!" Murdock shook his head. "Highly doubtful. I, after all, provided not only a competent teaching coach, but also a cool refreshing activity which improved aim and retrieval!"
B.A. frowned, stared at him, grumbled and then slid into the van, "Oh really? An' if I hadn't let you come along you'd be sittin' in that way too nice for y'all apartment an' bored outta yer mind." He challenged back, it wasn't a very good challenge considering he knew that Murdock being bored was impossible. He'd never known the man to be bored in all the years he'd known him, "How bout if I ask nicely?" He offered.
"Have you ever seen Indiana Jones?" he rubbed his hands together, jumping into the passenger seat. "The apartment, a perfect replica of the Temple of Doom!"
B.A. tightened his hands around the steering wheel as he drove, "Face is gonna kill me. An' he can only cuz he is a better shot than me." He muttered, shaking his head, "An' I am not gonna be Short Round t'your Indy either." He warned, they had had this conversation before at least once or twice.
"Naww, Face's gotta be him!" Murdock pulled his baseball cap backwards. "Okie Dokie, Docta Jones!" he whistled. "That's actually pretty bad."
B.A. just shook his head, "I am a dead man walking." He muttered, "An' course it was bad you ain't no freakin' Chinese ten year old. Crazy fool!" He wheeled into the apartment building's garage and parked, "Here's a thought, we watch Temple of Doom instead of you tryin' to find the hidden treasure." He offered hopefully.
"Mo-vie! Mo-vie! Mo-vie!" Murdock chanted, throwing his arms up in the air. He whacked the ceiling of the van and yelped with surprise and pain, sticking his finger in his mouth. "Ow!"
"Haha." B.A. mused at the Pilot, "That's what you get for actin' crazy." He stated matter-of-factly as he got out and headed for the elevator, "But first, you're makin' some food. Then we'll watch the movie." He promised, now he was beginning to understand why Face called it babysitting Murdock in a sense… although he really didn't see it that way himself. It was more like keeping Murdock from going too crazy sitting.
"Fine." Murdock rubbed the back of his hand and smiled as they continued up to Face's apartment. "But you gotta get it all set up with the surround sound and the big screen. Let Chef Murdock handle the food."
"Deal." B.A. said with a nod as the elevator doors opened to the penthouse apartment that he still wondered how they had acquired, "So how did the Faceman get this place anyhow? Still don't know." He looked to Murdock and wasn't sure if he even knew as he moved towards the media center in the living room area of the apartment and got to work making sure it was set up properly, "Ah ha. Got a loose wire, no wonder the left speakers weren't workin' last time." He muttered loudly as he worked.
Murdock went straight to work in the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves and grabbing boxes and packages off the shelves. "I don't know, I never did ask. I think he might'a mentioned it to Sosa, but I don't know for sure. You want it extra spicy?"
B.A. shook his head; he doubted Face had told anyone, especially his woman. Well he'd be surprised if he had, seeing as the man kept secrets better than For Knox kept gold. Finally he got the sound system up to par and located the movie, "Ya really hafta ask?" He glanced to Murdock, "Yes." He motioned to him to get back to the cooking and smiled at the smells that were already filling the air, "Smells like heaven." He commented dreamily. Where Murdock's one true love was flying, B.A.'s was food.
Murdock cheerfully sitrred things about until he'd gotten the desired results, and brought things out about forty minutes later. "We are ready!" he exclaimed, setting things down on a small table in front of the large tv.
B.A. sighed and hit the buttons on the universal remote and sat back with a grin, soon the room vibrated with sound, "Nice." He said very pleased with his efforts as he dug into his food with a happy sound, "I think this is the best batch you've made Crazy Man!" He exclaimed as he glanced to the screen. He wasn't a big movie buff, but he had to admit the Indiana Jones movies were too bad.
Murdock smiled to himself as he passed B.A. the hot sauce for some of the less spicy items. He liked the warm burn himself, but he didn't want to go completely...crazy.
B.A. liked it hot and the hotter the better. He wasn't sure why, his Mother hand never really cooked him spicy food, maybe when he got into the army he developed a taste for it considering at times army food wasn't the best and you had to do anything you could to make it taste good. He watched the movie without much reaction, well he reacted more to the food actually which wasn't anything new, "So what's your favorite part?" He was curious; he'd never really talked movies before with Murdock.
"The bugs." Murdock said, making creepy-crawler motions with his hands and fingers, grinning broadly from ear to ear.
B.A. made a little bit of a face at that, "You would." He muttered and then covered his ears as the female lead started screaming again, "So glad we don't deal with any screamin' women like that. Dunno how he dealt with it." He muttered, shaking his head before he resumed eating, taking his time to enjoy it better.
"It's odd, actually." Murdock took a drink. "After the first movie, where Marian is essentially Jones' equal, now he's stuck with a girl who screams batshit insanity every time something icky happens."
"Yeah… it's crazy. Shoulda kept the Marian chick in it." He said with a nod, "She was a better fit." He agreed, "Though some of it I don't blame her for freakin' out, makes me wonder how much of it was actin' an' how much of it was real screamin." He said with some amusement, "Makes me think back to Korea when Sosa got spooked by that snake. Never thought she'd ever scream like that, but I guess every woman has the ability." He said with a shrug.
"This movie takes place before the first one." Murdock reminded him. "So he hasn't run into her again, yet." he stretched, then went back to eating his dinner. "Most people forget that this one takes place in 1933; took me a dozen watches to remember it myself!"
"Never knew that." B.A. blinked, "Now I reckon I do." He didn't pay that much attention to movies, but Murdock was like a walking encyclopaedia of random knowledge, which made B.A. wonder if he could ask him anything about anything and he'd know it somehow. It was always a tempting thought in the back of his mind at given moments, "Her an' the chic from the first Batman movie should start a screamin' club." He stated and sat back, his plate clean and relaxed watching the show.
"I do prefer Michelle Pfeiffer, myself." Murdock grinned a little, then returned to the movie.
B.A. just shook his head, "You would… she was just as crazy as you in that role." He muttered, rolling his eyes and watched the screen, laughing here and there at some things he did find amusing, "Think there's really some weird hidden civilization out there that does crazy shit like that?"
"Maybe. You never know." Murdock said mysteriously. "Maybe one day, I'll be reunited with my own kind! And then all will be well, for the toast points will be numerous and the trash bags will be beautiful." he nodded sagely and continued to eat.
