Author's note: Hello dear readers, this is my very first fanfiction I post. I finally found the courage to do so, so I hope you all like it. To be clear, english is not my mother tongue and I learned the basic british english in school, which made it quite hard for me to do dialects in the story, but I tried my best and hope it sounds more or less good.

I did a little research for the story abouth helicopters. It is possible for a chopper to turn upside down, but only for certain types, so not for every single one of them. Just imagine this is one of them. Also the rotors are quite fragile, therefore it is quite possible for skids to be able to break the rotors.

The whole story about his father is of course made up. I couldn't find out anything about his parents or family in general, so I'm just inventing everything you read here.

Also I don't own the A-Team or any of the characters. Have fun reading!

Sometimes, in the most weirdest moments, your brain comes up with the most ridiculous things. You could be taking an extremely important exam and suddenly your brain starts playing a tune of a children's TV series. Or you could be lying in a random alley bleeding to death due to a shot wound and suddenly you think of a moment when your teacher yelled at you for forgetting your homework. Well, it's a way to distract you from your current situation or help you with it.

In the case of Captain HM Murdock, it was the perfect moment. They were in the middle of a helicopter heist chase. BA, Face, Hannibal, and him were trying to evade all the missiles and gunshots from behind them. If you couldn't already have guessed, the mission went south, and now they were trying to get out alive.

Murdock sat at the controls of the plane, but he had trouble concentrating and kept blinking to try and clear the blurring in his vision. He had to blame this on a very burly man with one hell of a right hook. It knocked him right off his feet and he was knocked out for quite a while. He only woke up when BA hurled him from the floor and over his shoulder and started running.

"What's going on?! Put me down, BA! I can run just fine!" Murdock yelled. BA didn't say anything besides putting him down, but he took his arm and continued running.

"But what happened ?!"

"What do you think happened!? The bad guys showed up and everything went to hell. That one guy knocked you out and now we are running for our lives!", BA tried to explain while running.

"But why did they show up and why are they so angry at us ?! We didn't do anything !!"

"Man! You're crazy. Of course they're angry at us. Hannibal blew up their warehouse with all their drugs still inside!"

"Captain, do you think you can fly us out of here?" Hannibal chimed in from in front of them.

"No problem at all muchacho !" Murdock yelled back with a crazy grin.

"Hannibal, I'm not flying!! Not with this fool on the controls!!", argued BA.

"Oh come on you ugly mudsucka, you love flying with me !"

"Shutup fool, cou couldn't fly straight even if your life depended on it !!"

"I hate to break it to you BA, but you don't have a choice. Either fly or die, your choice!", yelled Face.

They came to a stop in front of the helicopter. Murdock, of course, was sitting in the pilot's seat with Hannibal beside him. Murdock immediately went on powering up the chopper while Hannibal and Face shot out of the door to keep the bad guys from getting too close. But soon their firepower was exhausted. BA sat anxiously in his seat, not moving a muscle but tensed to the point of impossibility. Finally, Murdock lifted up.

Up in the air, Hannibal wanted to light his cigar already when he noticed some unwanted company.

"Damn it, they have choppers and we don't have any ammunition. Can you get us out of here, Murdock?", Hannibal asked his pilot. Murdock just wanted to answer when the first missile came shooting through the sky and he was forced to perform evasive maneuvers.

His head was killing him, and staying focused was quite complicated. Shaking hands didn't help either.

Hannibal saw the look of concentration in his eyes and wasn't quite sure if it was a good or bad sign that he didn't sing. Every time, the enemy opened fire at them, Murdock usually started singing at least something or he was humming, which helped him concentrate. He told Hannibal once that his captain was hurting and had to pull all his concentration together to not crash. The question that remained was if his captain was hurting and had to pull all his concentration together to not crash or this helicopter chase was too easy for him. Well, if Hannibal had to guess it would probably be the first one. It worried him to some extent, but he knew that Murdock would do anything to get them out if it were the last thing he did.

Coming back to the present moment. Murdock remembered a piece of advice his father once gave him before he went to war in Korea. James Murdock was his name. It was the night before he left. Little Murdock lay in bed and his father came and sat on his bed, combing through his hair with a look of pure love written all over his face.

"Daddy has to leave soon, Henry. I have to go help the good people and kick the bad people out. But before I go, I wanted to give you a very important advice, so listen carefully, will you?"

Murdock nodded wearily.

"As a pilot, you're responsible for the people you carry with you on your helicopter. In the air, you're the boss. You always have to remember that. If someone orders you to do something you know you or the helicopter you fly isn't capable of, you absolutely don't do it. That's very important; you need to keep that in mind, right? And if someone orders you to do something you know you or your helicopter can do, you do it. Because you know what you're capable of, not the others. You need to know your limits and act accordingly, because you're responsible for your own life or the lives of others. Also in the air, you have to use everything you can use to get home safely. You're defenseless up there", he showed with his finger up to the sky, "so you need to use your wits to use everything as your weapon, like your own helicopter. You need to learn to use your whole environment to accomplish that which you want. Can you promise Daddy that?"

Murdock yawned and nodded, "Yes, Daddy, I promise" and gave a goofy smile.

James smiled at his son and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I love you very much. Never forget that".

Then he left, and that was the last time he ever saw his father. A year later, a soldier came to their door, holding an American flag, saying his father had died. It was difficult for a six-year-old Henry to understand that his father couldn't come home, but that was now unimportant.

Murdock shook his head to force the memory away, regretting his action immediately when his vision swam even more. He had to focus now. They didn't have any ammunition, so they relied only on his piloting. "Use everything you have around you, even your own helicopter" echoed in his head.

"Ok", he thought. A deep breath. A crazy plan formed in his head. He knew he could pull it off and he also knew that the chopper would be able to withstand the abuse about to happen, but it was still risky.

"Okay everyone, listen up, things are going to get pretty hot in here, so hang on and enjoy the show!" he declared with a smug grin. He quickly calculated whether his maneuver was even possible and found his odds not too bad, so he gave it a shot. It couldn't hurt to try.

He gripped his controls even tighter and started his dangerous move. He tipped the chopper as gently as he could, but fast enough that the choppers behind him couldn't react quickly enough. He tipped it as far as it would go—the whole helicopter was upside down. Immediately, all the blood rushed to his already-throbbing head and made it worse. He took a deep breath to clear his blurry vision and continued on. Everything sounded muffled like he was underwater. The only thing Murdock could clearly hear was the pounding of his heart in his chest.

BA was seated behind Murdock and gripped the seat in front of him for dear life. This was even worse than anything Murdock pulled in 'Nam : "You're gonna pay for that fool! You hear me?" He knew that it didn't sound convincing, but he tried to hide the obvious fear in his voice. BA might always threaten him, but he wouldn't dare take any action. In these situations, he knew that only Murdock could get them out, as he was the best pilot the army had ever seen and pulled off the craziest maneuvers imaginable, earning him his nickname. BA was afraid of flying, but he felt better knowing Murdock was controlling the plane, because he always got them home, even in the worst of times.

Face beside him wasn't much better than him; he was also gripping the seat in front as tight that his knuckles turned ghostly white. His eyes were shut tightly and his body was intensely tense. He almost didn't seem to breathe anymore. Face wasn't afraid of flying, but that didn't mean he liked all the crazy maneuvers Murdock pulled. The adrenaline was fully pumping now and he felt his heart beating out of his chest. He just wished for it to finally end.

Hannibal seemed to be completely cool with the situation, but inside he too felt a bit … intrigued. For once he had no idea what Murdock was planning, which unnerved him as he always liked to be in control of the situation; it gave him purpose to plan ahead. He hated feeling helpless just then. He was also quite aware that his pilot was crazy, but mixed with a concussion he didn't know if the result would be a very good one. Nonetheless, he had faith in the abilities of his pilot and knew that Murdock would do anything to get them out of tight spots just then.

Being upside down, Murdock pulled the helicopter straight down. His hands shook now violently from the effort of concentrating on the matter at hand with a full-blown concussion and the strain of keeping the helicopter off the ground. For once in his life, there was no song or movie quote coming into his head; there was nothing. For once, everything was calm. It was a strange feeling because he was used to always having something in his head.

Now he jerked the helicopter sharply upwards again in a very tight angle which required a lot of pulling from his side; he clenched his jaw and tried to pull as hard as he could to get the chopper up. 'Come on girl, climb, climb', he repeated like a mantra. His goal: with a bit of luck, he would get the perfect angle in which the skids would break the rotors of the helicopter on the left. Hopefully, he thought. 'Okay now or never'. He pulled even more on the controls and he was straight heading for the helicopter on the left. There were many variables in his plan. What if the helicopter he was heading towards would do an evasive maneuver or try to shoot him down. Or what if the other helicopter would react faster and shoot him down as well. If Hannibal knew the plan, Murdock was sure he wouldn't approve, but well, desperate times require desperate measures, as the saying goes.

He was now close enough to pull off his move. As he came closer to the window, Murdock could clearly make out the shocked and surprised faces of the pilot and other occupants of the helicopter. He mounted higher and saw the blades coming closer. He knew they were very fragile and would break easily, so it shouldn't be a problem, but he wasn't so sure if his skids wouldn't break off and make a landing later on impossible.

'Well, there's only one way to find out', he thought. Going over the helicopter, he felt the jerk of the helicopter as he hit the blades with his skids and also the accompanying sound of metal grinding and breaking. Through the glass on the floor, he could see that a big chunk of one of the two blades had been cut off and the other one bent. The helicopter was already going down rapidly.

Immediate relief flooded him, and some of the tension in his shoulders eased. He still had one more person to notify, but thankfully, they appeared to be too stunned to react in any way.

Hannibal shot him a proud smile, looking over to his Colonel to show him a grateful smile, but going back to the matter at hand.

"Everyone, close your eyes now!" Murdock shouted over the sound of the rotors. Hannibal gave him a confused look, but followed soon after.

Murdock continued pulling up to fly directly into the sun. It blinded him and aggravated his headache even more if that was even humanly possible. It felt as if BA used his head as a punching bag. Momentarily he lost focus because of the pain and he had to try and lock the pain away, at least for the moment. He took a deep breath to clear his mind and closed his eyes. He would rely now only on his gut feeling to know when to turn the chopper around. He counted to 10 in his mind, then swung the chopper around in a 180 turn and returned in his outgoing route. He pulled down again and targeted the blades of the other helicopter. He could only hope that the sun would blind the pilots for them not to see his coming and hopefully not shoot him down. In the last possible moment he pulled up again and he again saw the shocked and surprised stares of the pilots inside. And again he heard the sound of breaking and bending metal, a look down through the window confirmed his hopes that the blades were damaged and his skids were surprisingly still intact, a little bent, but not enough to hinder a proper landing. Already the helicopter went down. The other one already on the ground smoking.

Now all the tension left his body and he finally relaxed in his seat and let out a strong howl. He heard Hannibal laughing beside him. He looked over and saw a proud grin decorating his face and a ever-present gleam in his eyes. He slapped him proudly on the shoulder : "Well done, son. Well done !" It was rare for Hannibal to give out compliments, so it filled him with pride and happiness.

"Are we out?", a pretty scared-looking face asked from behind.

"Welcome back to the living Faceman! You were looking a bit scared back there, weren't you?", asked Murdock with a smirk.

"I wasn't scared, only worried that we would drop out of the sky ... again", Face tried to argue.

"When we land, I'm going to kill you. You hear me? I'm going to kill you!", yelled BA, coming out of his shock-induced paralysis.

"Yeah, I love you too, man!"

Murdock was only thankful that he managed to get them out. Memories of times when it had gone differently whispered in his head, reminding him of pain and suffering, of fear and shame. But he quickly pushed them away and cherished the success.

In his mind he whispered a quick thanks to his father on the other side, grateful for this very important lecture he now finally understood completely.

Author's note: I hope you liked it. I know I'm not the best at conversation writing if you know what I mean, but I hope it wasn't too bad. Feel free to leave comments, as I want to improve my writing skills. Thanks for rading and stay tuned for the rest to come. ;)