#Kelly/Murdock—So Let Consequence Do What It Will To Us I Don’t Care. I’m Helplessly Hopelessly Recklessly Falling in Love

[avictimofthejazz]

“Let’s start simple. What’s your favorite color?” Amy x Face -- but also a Murdock x Kelly one too?

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“Oh, blue.” Kelly answers the question promptly as she sets her teacup back on its saucer, “And purple blue… periwinkle I guess it’s called?”   HM’s admittedly simple question is, perhaps, not the most refined way to start this conversation but Kelly hardly cares. It is a way to start one at any rate… and an option that is far better then anything she could think up. Unfortunately, most of her questions are mentally tinged by months of half the people she knows trying to terrify her that she is getting a madman for her husband. She knows HM has some issues (that seems to be the nicest way of putting it), and that his service in the war left him troubled, but she cannot see anything that indicates he is insane. Not in a dangerous way, anyways. In fact, though she has not known him for long, when things get serious, he is almost too sane. HM is a puzzle… and she has a feeling he is not nearly as simple to understand as people have suggested. They all told her to accept him as insane, and simply pacify his whims when she has to spend time with him. What she has found in their few short meetings has been someone entirely more complex, and likeable, then everyone else claimed he was.

Setting her teacup back on the table, she clasps her hands, and leans toward Murdock. “Now, to be fair, you have to tell me your favorite color too.”

[avictimofthejazz]

Kiss Murdock or Michael for Kelly

Kelly flushes a bit, the tips of her ears turning pink. “You mean HM’s friend, Michael? Oh, I could never kiss him! I don’t want to be another name in his little black book. Besides, why in the world would I want to kiss Michael when I have HM? He is much cuter.” She grins, and rubs her warm ears shyly. Oh, she is sure that many women would swoon at so much as a wink from Mr. Knight, but she is not nearly so flattered by his attention. What good is a wink from a man who would give it to any girl, when she has HM’s sweet, personalized touches? Really, how can any woman turn down a man who loves her dog, takes care of her van when he has to borrow it, and comes to save her from bounty hunters? And who points out her plastic gun in the cutest way possible, without talking down to her, or being a jerk about it? Or who is convinced she is the prettiest woman he has ever met, from the first moment he met her? Yes—across the board, HM is a far, far more attractive man then Mr. Knight… at least in her eyes.

[avictimofthejazz]

❝ i don’t wanna have to say goodnight. ❞ (Murdock to Kelly)

@iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether (for Murdock)

“Then don’t,” Kelly mumbles sleepily, her head pillowed on Murdock’s shoulder as they watch the last of the meteors slide through the sky. “It’ll be dawn soon… just come inside and sleep on the couch. Or,” She yawns and fumblingly covers her mouth with her hand, “We can sleep right here. It might get cold though…” Murdock has been at her place since early evening, making good on a promise to watch an upcoming meteor shower with her. The shower had been stunning but, like most of them, the biggest display came in the middle of the night. Now as the sun starts lightening the eastern sky, the meteors are fading from human vision, and Kelly is losing her will to stay awake. Especially since his flight-jacket covered shoulder is surprisingly comfortable.

Starting to doze, she snuggles closer to him and tucks her arm around his waist. “We’ll have to use your coat as a blanket.” She mumbles. “I’m too sleepy to get up and grab the one on the swing…”

[avictimofthejazz]

“?” Murdock x Kel

@iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether (Murdock)

“You’re not going anywhere.” Kelly’s hand reaches out to grab Murdock’s arm, and keep him on the couch. “Not with that goose egg on your head. Hannibal and BA can find Face… you need to stay here, and make sure that you’re all right before you go charging out there.” Hannibal had been very clear in his orders. Murdock was to stay with her until they could tell how the latest crack on his head would affect the pilot. Hopefully it will just be a little bump that fades away in a few hours. Given his history of traumatic brain injuries though, Hannibal always feels it is better to be safe then sorry where his Captain is concerned.   Knowing that merely reminding Murdock of Hannibal’s orders will just make the man feel useless, and as if his team is coddling him, she quickly adds on. “Besides, Hannibal needs you here. With the phone out on the van, Face can’t call them for help. Since you’ve all been working out of my house for this job, he’ll call here next… someone has to be here to rely that information to Hannibal by radio.” Of course she can do that herself, and she is sure Murdock knows that, but she maintains the line. Murdock has a job here. There is a reason he has been left to wait, and it is not just because of his injury. There is a purpose in the Colonel’s plan.

“Now come on,” She tugs at his arm again, “Sit down with me and finish icing that goose egg for the last ten minutes. Then you can help me feed the animals their dinner. Even if we go outside, I’ve set up a system that we’ll be able to hear the phone ring. You won’t miss anything.”  

[avictimofthejazz]

‘✈’ Murdock x Kelly (cause she's the BEST copilot, sorry Face)

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Holding the ear protection Murdock gave her, Kelly fixes the pilot with a worriedly quizzical glance. “Are you really sure this is a good idea, HM? I’ve never flown anything before… I’ve always left that up to my brother-in-law.” Her brother-in-law is a Navy pilot and, if her sister’s announcements are to be taken as a completely non-biased source, he is one of the best pilots the military has ever produced. While Kelly would never argue such a thing with her sister, she knows she has the facts to prove her pilot is actually one of the best. HM likes to keep that fact quiet, however, and let his incredible skills speak for themselves whenever they are put to the test. Still, she is not so sure about this newest scheme of his. On the one hand she finds it adorable that he wants to share something he is so passionate about with her. On the other hand, the idea of actually flying a plane, even as a co-pilot with HM right there, is mildly terrifying.

Fiddling with the ear protection, she watches his fingers practically dance over the controls as he starts bringing the small plane to life. “This… this is a perfectly normal, regular plane, right?” She asks after a minute. “Not one that Face scammed out of a junk heap or something?” Granted she does not think Murdock would ever put her in a plane like that, but as Amy often explained, what the A-Team considers ‘perfectly fine’ and what the rest of the world considers ‘passable’ are usually in two different categories, with a canyon between them. She figures it never hurts to ask, if only to find out which category she is currently in.