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Note: Part of the Not Over Yet universe, but not a fixed event.

It was comments like that, that made B.A. wish the sofa was just a little bit longer. He eyed his friend, studying him and realized at times he really did wonder if the man was in fact from another planet, it would make sense after all, "Don't think the world could handle any more of your kind Crazy Man."

"Oh we're not from this world!" Murdock continued to watch the movie and eat his dinner. "We're dropped off as changeling babies, you know how the stork brings babies, well we're dropped off from planes. At low altitudes. So we don't, you know, die. In parachutes. And that's how we live."

B.A. scooted a little closer to the end of the sofa he was closest too, "Babies don't come from no storks... didn't we already have this conversation once? Hannibal explained it." He stated shaking his head, "Though I'm sure they found your crazy ass under a rock."

"I did not come from under a rock." this was the first time Murdock actually broke away from the screen; he glared rather harshly at B.A.

He had been joking, finding much mirth in his comment but clearly Murdock had not and the glare instantly made B.A. stop and advert his eyes from the Pilot in guilt, "I was just jokin fool. Relax." He returned his eyes to the large flat screen.

"I am relaxed." Murdock said, turning his gaze back to the tv as well, just in time to watch them climbing into a mine cart. "If I was any more relaxed, I'd be dead."

B.A. frowned he didn't much like that statement, but he let it slide, "Sorry." He muttered not usually one for apologizing for anything really and grew silent, "Now I like this part, looks like fun." He stated, smiling again as he watched.

Murdock broke into another grin again as he reached for his food. "I'd love to try this some day."

"Oh hell yeah." B.A. agreed with a large grin, "Maybe one of these days considerin' all the weird shit we get into we might get the chance."

Murdock's grin nearly split his face in two as he cheered on the good guys. He liked the movies - it was so easy to tell who was good and who was bad. And the good guys always won.

B.A. found himself getting drawn into the climax of the film, clapping a little when Indy saved the day as usual, "Indiana Jones kicks major ass." He stated with his own brand of gleefulness, "We need to go on adventures like that." He stated and wondered if something would ever come up that way.

"We go on adventures like that all the time." Murdock pointed out. "But I do wanna ride in a mine cart."|

"Good point." B.A. admitted, "But Indy makes it so much cooler. He's like all of us put into one man. Which is freakin' sweet." He stretched and turned the tv and speakers off now that the movie had come to its end, "Amazed we didn't get noise complaints." He said with an amused grin and stood grabbing his plate and helped clean up by rinsing his own dish off and putting it in the dish washer.

"Well, only the people downstairs would know." Murdock jabbed downward with his finger. "Since we've got the whole roof to ourselves."

"True." He glanced down to the floor briefly and then back up, "Ah well. If all Faceman has to worry bout is smoothing over a noise complaint when he gets back then we're good." Considering all the other trouble the two of them could no doubt get into.

"Oh I'm sure he's got things set up." Murdock grinned, loading the dishwasher. "I love all this state-of-the-art kitchenware. It makes life so much easier, don't ya think?"

"Amen to that. Pity they don't make portable dishwashers. Bet the mess halls woulda loved that." He said with a grin and decided to help a little bit more by wiping the counters off, "Do you ever miss it?" B.A. looked at Murdock seriously and curiously.

Murdock's expression was a little wistful, a little happy, and a little tired. "Sometimes." he finally said. "But you know, I did always have a problem with the wrong kinda authority."

B.A. nodded, "Yeah. Me too. If it hadn't been for Hannibal I'd never gone back to that life…" His expression echoed Murdock's to a degree, "'Least we still get to do what we love to some point, right? I think I'd go as crazy as you if I couldn't do somethin'."

"And we couldn't have that." Murdock shook his head with a laugh. "I'm the crazy one here."

"Definitely. It's all yours man." B.A. stated promptly, "Crazy can stay your thing." He agreed and poured himself a glass of milk, his mouth still a little too warm from dinner and plus he liked the stuff anyhow.

"As it is, so it shall be!" Murdock exclaimed, taking out a giant tub of ice cream from the freezer. "Ahh, life. How sweet it is!"

B.A. just shook his head, "Where do you get this stuff?" He figured partly from movies and partly from the Crazy Man's own mind he was sure as he eyed the ice cream, "What flavor?"

"Chocolate vanilla swirl. With marshmallows in it." Murdock was scooping it into a couple of bowls.

"Nice." He noted how Murdock was already getting him a bowl of the stuff, "Such a good buddy." He said with a grin and patted the Captain on the back before snatching the fullest bowl and settling at the breakfast bar to eat it.

Murdock began flicking marshmallows at B.A. whenever he figured he could sneak one in. He quickly resumed eating, playing innocent.

His dark eyes narrowed and slid over towards Murdock, "I know what you're doin' Fool." He stated and flicked the marshmallows back at him and resumed eating as well, both amused and annoyed at the fact the Crazy Man was flicking food at him.

"Food wars!" Murdock said in a low voice, muttering to his bowl. "Soldiers, prepare for a harsh winter..."