Title: Chat Back

Author: Billy

Summary: Face is fed up

Dedicated to Ostarella (Shaddowwalker213) and Junkfoodmonkey

Ratings: PG-15

Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team and I've not made a penny from this – I just do it for the jazz!

Knock. Knock.

"Faceman, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get the attention of whoever is behind there; the writers."

"We're not in a television screen anymore, you need to be jumping up and down on the paper or something." Murdock removed his cap and scratched his head, looking around the room.

"No, no, most of them sit at computers these days. Paper is a thing of the past."

Knock. Knock. Face banged his knuckle against the blank white wall, making a hollow glassy knocking sound, like tapping thick glass. It made him feel like he was in a fish tank. Murdock rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, tell me, why'd you want to get hold of the writers?"

"I'm fed up with all this Face whumping, I want them to give me a break."

"A break?"

"Not as in a broken bone, as in a rest, time out - a vacation!" Face put his hands on his hips. "You know, Shadowwalker in her story 'Covenant' has pushed me so far, I even tried to commit suicide."

"So?" Murdock said.

"I'm a catholic, Murdock! If I wasn't going to hell before, I sure as hell am now!" Face paced angrily up and down the empty white room.

Murdock rolled his eyes again.

"And now, Junkfoodmonkey has started her new story, Rescue. Loads of Face whumping, she brags," Face continued to rant, his tone sarcastic, waving his hands in the air. "Guess who's she gone and got to kidnap me? Huh? Go on, guess."

Murdock shrugged his shoulders, putting his hands in his pockets.

"The damn Watkins brothers - the three worst ones, too."

"No! Not Deke, CW and Harold?"

Face nodded and continued to pace.

"Ew. That Deke's a creep, too. Nearly got his hands on our Amy."

"I know!" Face combed his hand through his hair. "I just don't think I can take it anymore."

"Here, take one of these." Murdock handed Face a large sign on a stick, as if appearing like magic. The kind you'd use for a protest.

"What's this?" Face asked, frowning, looking at the sign, reading the lettering crossed out.

"Amy helped me make them for the Golf Ball Liberation."

"She did? When?" Face raised an eyebrow.

"You know, when she visited me on occasions in the VA."

"Ah, Amy, Amy, Amy." Face went all dreamy. Murdock frowned. "She had such..." Face sighed, "great legs."

"Face!"

"What? Take a look." Face pointed to the white wall again. Murdock peered as hard as he could. "It's Billy writing this fic, I'm allowed to think about Amy."

Murdock rolled his eyes again and started his protest in earnest for Face. "No more whumping! We want more love! We want more love!"

"Murdock! Murdock! What the hell are you doing?" Face placed a hand over Murdock's mouth, looking around nervously. "We have to be careful how we word this stuff. Don't you know slasher's read this stuff, too? Next thing we'll know, you and I will be in bed screwing!"

"What?" Murdock had an expression of absolute shock, screwing his face up. "You are so not my type!"

"Yeah and I'm bound to have my nipples pierced, just for your enjoyment." Face rubbed his chest and shuddered.

Murdock almost gagged. He threw the sign down in disgust and started knocking on the white glass wall, hard.

"Give us Face whumping! When do we want it? NOW! Give us Face whumping..."

"Murdock!!"

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