My first attempt at fanfiction of any sort. Based on the new A-Team movie. If you have seen it, I hope you like my attempt at writing the characters. If you haven't seen the film then get yo' ass out to see it.
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The One with the Fast Food.
Prompt: The A-Team Boys visit Burger King.
Stood in the queue, the inescapeable smell of instant burgers and fries wafting around him, Hannibal couldn't help but smile. Not at the smell of the food. Dear god no. He despised that junk. Greasy burgers did nothing good for your heart, and the amount of fat in those fries? He'd rather eat Pike's leftovers than one of those rotten things. No, he was smiling at the inane childlike expressions on the faces of his comrades. B.A and Murdock were stood just in front of him in this queue, Faceman, having seen a rather attractive young woman go into the back bathrooms was suddenly excusing himself from the others, and heading for the bathrooms aswell. Hannibal could have sworn he walked into the ladies room...and besides, hadn't the kid already used the can just after they came in?
Face. This whole thing had been his idea. For a whole week he had pleaded with Hannibal, begging him for just ONE trip to Burger King. It confused him at first. Face wanted to eat at one of those greasebars? What about his figure? This particular question didn't seem to faze the conman, for he persisted with the begging until eventually Hannibal had to agree. ONE trip. Just ONE.
"Can I get that one? It has a toy aeroplane with it! That's cool...that's like...SO cool" said Murdock, his eyes wide as he looked up at the meal options.
"You can't get that one fool, it's for kids. See - KIDS meal" replied B.A pointing towards the large plastic letters on the board.
"But Bosco it has a toy plane! I've always wanted one of those!"
"What?! You fly a real plane fool! What you needin' a little plastic one for?!"
Flicking his gaze away from the squabbling B.A and the increasingly upset looking Murdock, the colonel observed his surroundings.
Everything seemed to be red or gold. From the cramped boothes to the floortiles. Several others were already seated with their meals. Some families, some friends. All of them munching on burgers. There were several children running between the tables letting out whoops of joy, and on closer inspection he spotted a pool filled with brightly colored balls. A ball-pit. Oh Jesus.
Making a mental note to order Murdock a zero sugar drink and get him seated AWAY from the ball-pit, Hannibal turned back to the bantering pair and spoke gruffly,
"He can have what he wants B.A. It's not like we're going to be back here anytime soon"
Murdock, whose eyes had become increasingly sadder at the thought of not being allowed to get his little aeroplane meal instantly perked up and clapped his hands together. B.A simply grumbled in defeat and went back to looking at the options.
"Faceman sure is taking his time..." muttered the Colonel, darting his gaze to the bathroom doors again. If the kid got them kicked out after whining about this all week he was going to be in deep shit for it.
"You want me to go look for him man?"
He would have said "Yes" to B.A but the attendant chose that moment to call out "First here please" causing Murdock to let out a noise similar to a squeal and rush towards the desk in excitement. Slamming his hands palm-down to the counter, the pilot leaned over and grinned at the startled young server behind the till.
"I want a nugget plane meal toy please!" he practically yelled at the girl.
Reaching out and clapping his large hand to the excitable Murdock's shoulder, Hannibal moved him gently away from the counter.
"I'll handle this bit Captain, you go with B.A and get what we need"
"But..."
"No buts. Go."
"Hey Hannibal, Pick me up a double whopper meal will ya?"
"Sure thing B.A - Oh and keep him away from the ball-pit yeah?"
"BALL-PIT?!!"
Watching B.A drag Murdock in the opposite direction of the ball-pit, Hannibal turned back to the girl who was now wearing a look that was a cross between confusion, amusement and alarm. Smiling, the Colonel started placing orders. A number six kids meal, "WITH the toy for god sake. Whatever you do, make sure the aeroplane is IN THAT BOX", a double whopper meal for the big guy, a single black coffee for himself...but what about Face?
Pausing in his order Hannibal realized he had absolutely no idea what the kid wanted. Growling slightly, he amended the order to include another black coffee. If Face wasn't going to show up when the orders were placed then he wasn't getting a meal. Paying the girl, he lifted the tray and scanned the joint for the others. It didn't take long to spot them. Murdock was sat in one of the booths by the window wearing a large gold paper crown and trying to knight B.A with what looked like one of the drinks straws. Even from here, Hannibal could see the vein in the big mans' neck throbbing and started towards them.
Sliding into the booth, Hannibal set the tray down and grabbed his coffee. Sipping at the boiling hot beverage, he relaxed back into the squashy cushions. With some amusement he watched Murdock rummage in his meal box looking for the toy. Satisfied that his little plane was safe inside the box, the pilot settled to eat his food. Slowly. As always. Murdock never seemed to rush his food. He would spend a few minutes looking at a single french fry, only to place it back into the box and lift out another. B.A however was wolfing down his food at a hell of a speed, and judging by the expression on his face he was enjoying every bite.
It was halfway through the meal, with Murdock already covered in tomato ketchup (somehow with a dollop on his left ear) that Face finally reappeared. Sliding into the spare seat by the Colonel, he grinned and grabbed the other coffee cup.
"Do we want to know what took you so long?" asked Hannibal, raising a questioning eyebrow at Face.
"Errr...no not really..."
"Honestly Face. This whole trip was your idea in the first place and for what? For you to vanish? You didn't even get anything to eat. Why did you even bother?"
At this, Face turned his head and directed his gaze pointedly at Murdock, a gaze that Hannibal and B.A copied. Murdock was sat with his little plane in his left hand, flying it around the air quietly, following it only with his eyes. With the paper crown almost covering his eyes and the smears of tomato ketchup adorning his face, he was as calm as the three men had ever seen him. Seeing at him now in this moment, he was the most innocent and adorable person on the face of the earth.
Looking to B.A and then to Face, the Colonels eyes softened slightly. So this had been his plan. It wasn't for him...it was for Murdock. Letting out a gruff chuckle, he lifted the cup and drained the last dregs of his coffee.
If fast food slowed his pilot down then perhaps it wasn't ALL bad..
Natalie: "Are you finished with your coffee cup Stephen?"
Stephen: "Yes Natalie darling I am, although it's not a coffee cup, it's a teacup..."
*5 minute debate later*
Result: The contents of the cup do not determine the name of the cup. The cup is a cup/mug whether it contains tea/coffee/ribena/hot chocolate or any other beverage.
