Title: Perfect

By: Junkfoodmonkey

Rated: G

Summary: Some things are perfect. Double Drabble, 200 words. Murdock POV about Face and that certain facial expression.

Disclaimer: The A-Team doesn't belong to me, I'm not making any money from this.

Perfect

There are some things that are just the perfect examples of their type. Like the zenith of that particular type of thing. The standard to judge all the rest by.

Like Pavarotti's voice. Or Casablanca. Or The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Or the Spitfire.

Or Face's smile.

Don't tell him I said so. Like his head isn't big enough already.

It's the smile that raises him above ordinary good-looking guys. I mean yeah, he's good looking. Back when I met him, when he was, what, twenty? Well, you've seen pictures. Guy looked like he'd just fallen off the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

But what I'm saying is, though he's still good looking, he's not necessarily the best looking guy in the world ever. Until he smiles. Then pretty much everyone in the vicinity starts wondering if it suddenly got really hot in here. We're all kind of immune to it now, the rest of the team, but it's fun to watch other people's reactions.

What must it be like to walk through life with a perfect smile? To have the kind of power that gives you?

Don't tell him I said so. Not that he doesn't know it.

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