A/N: Hi! This is going to be my On-The-Side story, where I originally write it on paper during the times I'm not at a computer then type the next chapter up and put it on here!

Basically, this is the misadventures and entertaining moments in time of the A-Team. Little tidbits much too short to be their own story, but all the same a unique one. I can't tell you how long it will be, quite a few chapters just purely for entertainment and something you can count on if I haven't updated my others in a while.

Well, here's the first chapter, and trust me, the others will be much more funny and exciting!

I do not own the A-Team!

There was a commotion coming from the lalrge exercise room. Hannibal pulled the doors open and the stench of sweat and B.O. smacked him in the face. Soldiers saluted him as he passed and he gave them a smile, nodding. But his smiles deplete as he nears the treadmills.

Two sweaty men are standing on either side of the ledge of the middle treadmill. Face and Murdock glanced down, watching the treadmill as it runs on its highest speed. They meet eyes, both smirking. Hannibal comes a little bit closer.

"No, you do it." Murdock dared. Face shook his head. "I dare you. You go in it." He says to the Captain. They both fall quiet, pondering. Finally Murdock groans. "Fine! I'll do it, but I'm suing you if I get killed." He grumbles. As Hannibal watches, thinking he he really ought to go stop his pilot, Murdock lifts his foot then pulls it back. "Move over a little, Face." He commands and Face scoots down the ledge a little.

Murdock bites down on his bottom lip and reaches his other hand out to grab the other arm attached to the treadmill then slides off the ledge so he is in the air, a foot above the tread. He sucks in some air, then lowers himself.

Now, everyone in the military knows Murdock could fly. But they had only seen him fly, in a machine. As soon as his feet hit the tread, he shot backwards with a quite amazing speed. But he didn't stop immediately. Everyone dove out of the way as he flew past, and he finally landed. In the rack.

Dumbbells and weights fell down all around him, barely missing him. He sat against the up-turned bench and suddenly the bar rolled and fell. It got caught by the spotting arms, just above his stomach and lap. His eyes are wide, his breathing excelled. Face got to him first, shoving the bar out of the way and kneeling beside his friend.

"Man, are you okay?" He asked, feeling the back of Murdock's head where it had hit the bench. "That...was...AWESOME!" Murdock exclaimed, grinning. Face's fingers came back bloody and Hannibal comes to his side. "We better get you to Medical, Captain." He helped him up and they held his arms as the trio left the building. B.A. met up with them and Face told him what had happened.

He shook his head. "Crazy ass foo'."

"It was so fun! Face, you gotta go and try that. Hey, I'm gonna do it again tomorrow!" Murdock was chattering.

Face half-smiled. "Only you, Murdock. Only you." He used his other arm to ruffle the top of Murdock's head where it was not bleeding and Murdock bumped shoulders with him, his eyes gleaming with a maniac light. B.A. rolled his eyes, and Hannibal opened the door to Medical, having one of those moments when he was thankful for his team.