Characters: Murdock, Face, B.A., and Hannibal
Rating: T
Warnings/Spoilers: some scenes of torture
Author's Note: I own nothing of the A-Team and am writing this for fun. The story was written for an A-Team Big Bang Challenge.
Summary: Christmas is here again, and no one is more excited to spread the cheer than Murdock! But when acts of cruelty traps Murdock within his nightmares, it's going to take the entire A-Team to pull their friend through the storm and defeat the one who put him there in the first place.

I. Praying for You
My Dearest Son,

It is hard to believe that today is Thanksgiving, as it seems like just yesterday it was Halloween. The weather is as it should be, cold and windy with lots of rain. Wherever you are my son, I hope that you are safe and warm, and that you and your friends are all in good health and spirits. You are always in my prayers, especially on this day.

With so much discouragement in the world, I know it must be difficult for you to keep a positive outlook on life. Surely the evil of men might set your mind against ideas of peace, comfort, and joy, but don't let it fester in your heart. There is so much to be grateful for in this world, especially that of the kind of companionship you have. A soldier's bond does not easily sever. You were always an independent boy and you have grown into a very fine, brave man. Your friends rely on you for this, but know that they also rely on you for other qualities, like your care for them.

In my heart I feel it necessary to pray a special prayer for your friends, as I feel that dark times might be upon them. The last time we met, you showed a strong animosity towards one in particular, the darling Murdock. Now I know you better than that. Something tells me that you care more about him than you let on, and this you will need to overcome to help your friends for what I fear is coming.

There is a scripture that I want to leave you, from 2 Corinthians, chapter four. It reads, "We have troubles all around us, but we are not defeated. We do not know what to do, but we do not give up the hope of living. We are persecuted, but God does not leave us. We are hurt sometimes, but we are not destroyed… so do not give up."

Be strong for your friends, for they will need you.

With all my love on this Thanksgiving day,
Your Momma

Mrs. Baracus read the letter and smiled affectionately at it. There wasn't any possibility of sending it to her son, B.A., as whenever he did write, a return address wasn't to be found. If there ever was one, she prayed it would mean the release of her son from the bonds of military persecution. That didn't seem possible, however, as it seemed easier for the A-Team to continually run from the military, rather than wait to be given an unfair hearing by a government all too keen on making them disappear.

With writing the letter, at least a little bit of comfort could be had.

Rising from her chair, Mrs. Baracus moved out of the dining portion of the apartment and towards the small fireplace mantle in the living room. Directly in the center was a photo that had been taken of the team when they were in Iraq, before everything fell apart. Though the flat desert provided little thought to a winter wonderland back at home, the team had seen it fitting to make it Christmas there. Each of them wore Santa hats, except for Murdock, who had insisted on wearing an elf hat. They were all so happy there, and that was just how Mrs. Baracus liked to imagine them now.

"Oh my dear child," said she as she reached out and placed her fingers lovingly over her son's portrait. "I pray that the Lord keep you and bless you all."

She looked at each of the team. Face seemed rather confident in his pose, but that was very typical of him, from what B.A. had said at least. Hannibal just grinned proudly, as though the world was as it should be, at peace. Mrs. Baracus's eyes moved to Murdock, who was between Hannibal and B.A. with his arms wrapped around them both. Between the large elf-ears adorning the red and green hat and Murdock's childish grin, it was easy to see him being the jolliest of them all. For a change, B.A. didn't seem to mind the silliness of his friend and his hugging of Murdock was genuine. True joy reigned in their hearts.

"Lord, watch over them all. Let them be of comfort to one another, just as you have comforted me in my loneliness in not seeing my son on these last holidays."

Mrs. Baracus picked up the Bible that sat next to the photo and tucked her folded letter into the pages. Smoothening the cover, she replaced the Bible and moved back to her dinner for one.