A/N: In case your confused, its Hannibal in B.A.'s body

B.A. in Hannibal's body

Murdock in Face's body

Face in Murdock's body

The house was a three story, old wooden one out on this abadoned farm. None of the team members were quite sure how Face had managed to find this one, but it was nice and they were just glad to have a place.

Hannibal Smith rolled over in bed, knowing it was already morning thanks to the early birds that chirped outside his window. He cracked one eye open and saw the rays of sunlight pouring into his room. Hannibal sighed deeply and was about to get out of the comfterable bed when he realized something. No good odors were wafting up from the kitchen.

Hmm, maybe Murdock overslept... He wondered then shook his head and moved over to sit on the edge of his head. He lifted a hand to rub his eyes and when he opened them, he nearly screamed. His arm was much darker in color and much bigger. It looked fimilar and Hannibal shakily rand a hand along his head. All bald expect for the mohawk running down the middle.

Then the door burst open and when Hannibal looked up, he couldn't believe it. He was looking up at a panicked self. His white hair deshelved and his face contorted furiously.

"HANNIBAL!" But the voice was clearly B.A.'s. "WHY ARE YOU IN MY BODY? WHY AM I IN YOUS?" He was raving, storming into the room and looking straight into Hannibal's(Or his own)eyes.

Hannibal shook his head. "B.A., I have no idea how this happened." He was glad when he realized he also had his own voice.

B.A. opened his mouth to yell some mroe but a loud cry echoed down the hall. It sounded like Face. Instead, the two very confused team members hurriedly left the room to see what happened now.

Faceman was staring with suacer eyes at himself. Himself was staring with the same expression back at him and Face reached up to touch him.

"Have I been cloned?" He asked quietly, shocked.

"Not into me, you haven't!" Murdock's voice retorted, slapping Face's hand away. "Why're you in my body?"

Face gasped and looked down. "But...I...you...I need a mirror!"

The two were just barely out of the room when Hannibal and B.A. came down the hall, Hannibal in the lead. He went over to Face's body and put a hand on his shoulder. "Face, did you just scream?"

Murdock recoiled out of shock. "H-Hannibal?"

Hannibal looked back at B.A., then at Face in Murdock's body. "Murdock. Great."

Face had slipped off into the bathroom and was prodding Murdock's face as he looked in the mirror, begging it to be lying. "This is messed up, man. Messed up!"

Murdock came in behind him and stood sideways in front of the mirror, grinning. "Woohoo Facey, I look gooood!"

Face whirled around and jabbed a finger in Murdock's face. "You are not me! So don't you be acting like you are! Understand?"

Murdock shrugged and reached up to roughly rub the back of his head. Face groaned as Murdock messed his hair up and reached back to grab his hand. "As long as you're in my body, don't touch the hair."

"Alright! Alright! Seesh, have a little fun, will ya?" Murdock stomped childishly out of the bathroom and back into his room, where Face had waken up in his body. He went to the dresser and snatched his red hat off the wood, going back to the still furious Face and chucking it in his face. He caught it and turned it around to look at it. "You wear this, since it's what I always wear. Won't matter anyways, who's going to know it's actually you 'sides the three of us?" Murdock grinned, shrugging.

Face thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Just..just wear it. I know how much you want to." He thrust it back into Murdock's hands and left the bathroom, slamming the door to his room.

12:00PM

The four still slightly dazed team members were sitting around the table for lunch, Murdock still able to whip something tasty up in Face's body. Once they were settled, they all looked up and around at eachother, noticing a difference and each chuckling at it.

Hannibal in B.A.'s body was wearing a white button-down shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He had on brown jeans and his own boots.

B.A. in Hannibal's body was dressed in a shirt that had had the sleeves ripped off, a few chain bracelets on both wrists, slithly baggy jeans and white tennis shoes. Another chain hung around his neck.

Murdock in Face's body had on a Star Wars tee with a white and red Hawaiian shirt over it. Brown cargo pants and blue Converse sneakers. And to top it off, his red cap.

Face in Murdock's body was wearing a suit as he aways did and he had managed to comb back Murdock's wild hair into something a little more formal.

"Has anyone got even the slightest clue as to what is happening?" Hannibal asked, picking up his hamburger.

All he got were head shakes. Face stirred the ketchup around on his plate with a fry and looked up only to meet his own eyes again. "Would you stop looking at me?" He demanded of Murdock who sat across form him.

Murdock shrugged, squinting at Face. "I can't! It's so weird! You know, I always wondered how I looked to other people...this is awesome!" He beamed and grabbed a fistful of fries, shoving them into his mouth.

"What's going through your mind, big guy?" Hannibal asked over to B.A., who hadn't said a single word yet.

B.A. looked up. "I'm just as confused as you all are. This isn't the best day of my life and these clothes just don't look good on me...you...whatever."

"Hey, at least your stuck inside a man who's well groomed." Face half smiled, glancing at Murdock. "I'm not sure this guy even washes his hair."

The pilot shrugged, looking amused. "Bout once a month. I kinda like all that natural grease and sweat that gathers."

He howled with laughter when Face instinctivly whiped his hands on the table cloth, looking disgusted.

"Dang, Facey! I was kidding!" Murdock snickered, ducking as Face chucked a fry at him.

They went quiet again, all intent on their food until B.A. brought up a question. "We ain't leaving until we figure this out. At least, I ain't going out like this."

Everybody nodded in silent agreement, Hannibal clearing his throat. "Then Face, would you run down to the nearest store and pick up some supplies?"

Face nodded, tucking his napkin under his plate and making to get up when Hannibal stopped him. "We've got only a few dollars. You might need to add some charm as an extra tip to get a little more here."

B.A. laughed, slamming his burger down. "Face, in Murdock's nutty body, trying to charm women? You've gotta be kidding me!"

Face glared at him as best as he could and looked across the table at Murdock, who wasn't even paying attention. Running his hand along his invisible dog, Billy, and muttering to it. "Murdock!" Face snapped and the pilot jumped to attention.

"Alright. Murdock, you go out. Don't cause any trouble." Hannibal decided, looking back down at his food.

Face gasped and got to his feet as Murdock pushed his chair back. "No way! He is not going out as me! I am not in the mood to make a fool of myself like that!"

Hannibal sighed and stood up as well, using the force of B.A.'s threatening glare to make Face quiet down. "I suggest you improve your additude, Lt."

Face stilled, too irritated to respond and went back to glaring at himself over the table. Murdock wasn't phased. "Maybe i'll pick you up a chill-pill while I'm out."

"Just go before I cut all of your hair off." Face grabbed a hunk of Murdock's shaggy mop and made snipping motions with his fingers.