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Backwoods Breakdown by JD Sampson (NC-17)
Fandom: THE A-TEAM
Pairing: Face/Murdock
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jdsampson
Author Website: Fannish Dreams
Why this must be read: You've probably already figured out that I'm a fan of Vietnam-related fics. This one isn't set there, but it does deal with the fall-out from it. Having just pulled off their first "job", Face is high on adrenaline and reckless as only Face can be, and Murdock does what he always does when Face is in trouble - scares everyone around him. They end up at a motel to sober Face up, but when the alcohol starts to fade, the nightmares set in and all Face wants to do is forget any way he can. Murdock here is as stable as Murdock gets, loyal and honest and wanting to forget just as much, but not willing to indulge Face's desire to blot it all out with meaningless sex--well, only until his own demons start to take hold. Plus the dialogue is wonderful. It's got the best "romantic" description of Face ever: "You're like one of those creepy hairless cats. A truly manly man, has thick, dark chest hair, like me."
It's an emotional rollercoaster of darkness and humour, friendship and sex, and it feels real. Honest. Reading this, you truly understand how these men kept each other alive in Vietnam.
"Hey!" Murdock yelled above the din. "My turn. Over here."
The ape turned his head toward the tall, thin man in baseball cap. He regarded him for a second then began to laugh. "Yeah, what do you want?"
Murdock pulled a 45 from his jacket and leveled it at the man. "Look, I just spent the last 48 hours dodging the Federalizes in Mexico while trying to smuggle a 16 year old boy falsely accused of drug trafficking, back into this country. I am operating on about three hours sleep, my stomach is full of bad tamales and watered down beer and all I have really longed for since I began this odyssey three days ago, was a hot shower and a warm bed. If you keep me from those things a minute longer, I am gonna pull this trigger and I'm not going to stop pulling until you look like a piece of Swiss cheese. Comprende?"
"Yeah, hey, I don't want that kind of trouble." He let of Face, leaving the Lieutenant to balance himself on rubbery legs.
"Face, go to the car."
"I'm going to the car." He headed off to the left.
"Other way."
"Other way." He headed toward the right.
Murdock waited for him to pass then backed toward the door. "Give me the car keys."
"No way, I want to drive. It's my car."
Rolling his eyes, Murdock grabbed Face by the shirt, hauled him around to the passenger side of the car and pushed him back against the vehicle. Returning the pistol to his waist band, Murdock dipped his right hand into Face's trouser pocket. "Where are the keys?"
"A little further right?"
"That's not your keys.": Murdock switched to the opposite pocket. "These are your keys."
"Hey, go back to the first pocket would you? I have got a hell of a …."
"Face. Get in the car."
Read the story: Backwoods Breakdown, and let the author know you enjoyed it.
There's also a sequel: Breakdown Turnaround, although the first story stands alone, and is definitely my favourite of the two.
Pairing: Face/Murdock
Author on LJ:
jdsampsonAuthor Website: Fannish Dreams
Why this must be read: You've probably already figured out that I'm a fan of Vietnam-related fics. This one isn't set there, but it does deal with the fall-out from it. Having just pulled off their first "job", Face is high on adrenaline and reckless as only Face can be, and Murdock does what he always does when Face is in trouble - scares everyone around him. They end up at a motel to sober Face up, but when the alcohol starts to fade, the nightmares set in and all Face wants to do is forget any way he can. Murdock here is as stable as Murdock gets, loyal and honest and wanting to forget just as much, but not willing to indulge Face's desire to blot it all out with meaningless sex--well, only until his own demons start to take hold. Plus the dialogue is wonderful. It's got the best "romantic" description of Face ever: "You're like one of those creepy hairless cats. A truly manly man, has thick, dark chest hair, like me."
It's an emotional rollercoaster of darkness and humour, friendship and sex, and it feels real. Honest. Reading this, you truly understand how these men kept each other alive in Vietnam.
"Hey!" Murdock yelled above the din. "My turn. Over here."
The ape turned his head toward the tall, thin man in baseball cap. He regarded him for a second then began to laugh. "Yeah, what do you want?"
Murdock pulled a 45 from his jacket and leveled it at the man. "Look, I just spent the last 48 hours dodging the Federalizes in Mexico while trying to smuggle a 16 year old boy falsely accused of drug trafficking, back into this country. I am operating on about three hours sleep, my stomach is full of bad tamales and watered down beer and all I have really longed for since I began this odyssey three days ago, was a hot shower and a warm bed. If you keep me from those things a minute longer, I am gonna pull this trigger and I'm not going to stop pulling until you look like a piece of Swiss cheese. Comprende?"
"Yeah, hey, I don't want that kind of trouble." He let of Face, leaving the Lieutenant to balance himself on rubbery legs.
"Face, go to the car."
"I'm going to the car." He headed off to the left.
"Other way."
"Other way." He headed toward the right.
Murdock waited for him to pass then backed toward the door. "Give me the car keys."
"No way, I want to drive. It's my car."
Rolling his eyes, Murdock grabbed Face by the shirt, hauled him around to the passenger side of the car and pushed him back against the vehicle. Returning the pistol to his waist band, Murdock dipped his right hand into Face's trouser pocket. "Where are the keys?"
"A little further right?"
"That's not your keys.": Murdock switched to the opposite pocket. "These are your keys."
"Hey, go back to the first pocket would you? I have got a hell of a …."
"Face. Get in the car."
Read the story: Backwoods Breakdown, and let the author know you enjoyed it.
There's also a sequel: Breakdown Turnaround, although the first story stands alone, and is definitely my favourite of the two.