Authors' Notes: So glad everyone is enjoying this story so far! We had fun writing it. Now for a quick reply to a new anon reviewer :)
Crazypilotluv: Oh wow! Thank you! And yeah we love paying homage to the tv show so we figured what better way than Mama B! :D And yours is the longest review we've ever gotten! So A-Team plushies plus a Charissa plushie for you!
And I personally am blushing for your kind comment about my Charissa.
And we would love to do that! Anyone know Joe Carnahan? lol But we hope all us fans at least get a sequel none the less and that it is written good by whomever gets that honor. :)
Rock on to you too!
Now on with the next chapter!
"Good thing too, I need a change of clothing." Face had sweated out the fever and the blankets, while warm, were uncomfortably damp against his skin. And he didn't want to be naked again, even if the only people to see him were his teammates and Charissa. That somehow made it more awkward.
Murdock had been napping slightly, curled up on a spare blanket almost like a dog, cap pulled down over his eyes and snorted softly when he was bumped awake by a sudden halt due to traffic lights.
A small sigh of relief left Charissa's lips as she place a hand gently on Face's forehead and found him to be much cooler to the touch, a while ago she could barely put her hand against his skin he was so damned hot. She didn't mention this out loud not really wanting to hear him make a crack about how she could normally touch him since he's always hot or something like that.
"His fever is gone." She reported to them and sat back, glancing towards the front of the van as they sat at the light.
"Good. Now here's hopin' we don't end up with his stuff since we've all be exposed t'him. I have bein' sick." B.A. stated and he really didn't want his Momma to have to take care of him or his sick teammates. Though he did feel bad for Face's predicament even if it had kind of been his own damn fault.
When the light changed, B.A. headed down the street and made a turn onto what looked like one of the older parts of the city maybe even a little rundown too, "Great. Now y'all get to see where Bad Attitude Baracus grew up." He didn't sound overly thrilled about the idea, but whatever. Sad thing was he forgot about something else too, the fact he had a nickname previous to B.A.
Hannibal smiled a small private smile. He'd seen B.A. in action now, frightening places, and they'd come out just fine. It was really amazing to know this guy, he decided, to know and survive, anyhow.
Murdock sat up in his blanket, glancing at Face and Charissa with baleful eyes. "Keep the plague away, please, won't you doc?" he blinked. "It's the bad air."
"If anyone gets his stupid cold it will probably be me." Charissa stated matter-of-factly about the matter, "I've had the most… er… exposure to him after all." Unfortunately she couldn't think of a better alternative for wording that.
A snicker left B.A. before he could stop it, "That's true. An' by the way no feel better business at my Momma's you two. Best behavior I mean it. " The large man warned them with a strict eyed look from the rearview mirror as the van came to a stop in front of a set of apartments with individual entrances.
"Yessir." Face gave a half-hearted salute, then tugged up the blankets as they fell. He really didn't have anything on, and even though layers of warmth surrounded him, he did feel quite naked.
Hannibal fingered his cigars, then looked over at B.A. for a moment, not sure if he should go ahead. If his mother was anything like the son, and she didn't like the smell...he might be out in the cold.
Getting Face out of the van was going to be interesting; Charissa mused but kept it to herself for the time being, "I'll behave if he does." She promised. In all honesty they could in fact behave themselves well enough. She slipped forward in the van and checked out the childhood home of B.A. curiously, "Will she have enough room for all of us?"
B.A. nodded, "Yeah. One extra bedrooms plus the sofa bed." He stated and then eyed Hannibal, "Momma don't allow smokin' in the house. But there's a back porch." He promised and got out stretching, "Home sweet home." He kept himself from racing up the steps and instead took the walk to his old front door in a leisurely pace and waited for the others to join him.
Hannibal was about to protest that he wouldn't smoke inside anyone else's house, but figured it would be a useless statement and merely followed, watching as Murdock helped Charissa hoist Face up and keep him swathed in blankets until they got to the front door.
"Doing all right in there?"
Face let out a few choice words, then fell silent as someone came to the door.
Before B.A. could turn around and knock the door had opened, "Is that my Scooter?" Large soft looking black arms wrapped around the Sergeant who did turn as he heard the one thing he had forgotten about leave his Momma's lips.
"Hey Momma." He hugged the woman back, almost lifting her off her feet before stepping aside, "I brought some friends. The ones I've written about."
As B.A. stepped back the woman was revealed. She stood about a head shorter than her son, she had kind warm brown eyes and graying tightly curled hair pulled back into a bun. She wore a dress with an apron over it and a large smile across her face, "Glad to finally meet my boy's friends. Come inside; get out of this terrible cold." She stepped back allowing them room to enter.
B.A. led the way and stopped just inside and closed his eyes taking a deep breath and inhaling the smells of Christmas baking, "Oh Momma you've been bakin'."
"Scooter move on and let your friends come inside. Especially that poor man in the blankets," She looked at Face, "I would assume you are Face?" She asked and once everyone was inside hurried to the kitchen, "Mrs. Baracus will fix you right up honey, don't worry." She assured as the sound of cupboards and pots and pans filled the air.
Sadly this is short tale we're not done yet tho, but be on the look out for the New Year's eve story that Drowsy will be posting!
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