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A Question of Relationship
Disclaimer: A-Team owned by Stephen J Cannell Productions. Davis Webster owned by me.
Warning: Well, more like a suggestion. Since this is the
requested sequel to MIA: Missing In
Davis Webster rode her Sportster 880 down Sunset Blvd. She had gotten a phone call from a flustered Murdock, saying she should come to their current place of residence.
The newest member of the A-Team was a little anxious, she did not know what to expect. She had been back with her family since last May. It still felt funny being back. Even though it was now mid January, she was still getting used to being a full member of the team.
A lot had happened in the past seven and a half months. Her
place on the team was still a question mark for her,
she did not seem to have a set job. Face was the con man and appointed leader,
Murdock was the pilot and self appointed cheerleader, and BA was the muscle and
She entered through the side door, and walked up the stairs. She found herself staring face to face with the muzzle of a revolver. Murdock lowered the gun and grinned at her. "Thought you were somebody else."
"I hope so," she replied.
The pilot put an arm around her shoulders and led her into
the living room, where a very tired BA looked up from his paper.
The Sergeant rubbed his eyes. "He's upstairs. Asleep."
She looked at her watch. It was one in the afternoon. Very unusual, since the Lieutenant only ever slept in until eight.
"What's wrong?" she asked, trepidation in her voice.
Murdock motioned for her to have a seat on the couch, she did not like this. Bad news always followed when someone asked you to sit down. The Captain sat down beside her, and looked into her worried eyes. "He's sick, Davy. Maggie says it's some kind of flu or something. He's been sleeping for the better part of three days."
She turned back to the stairs and ascended them, two at a time.
She moved over to the side of the bed, and sat gingerly on the edge. Reaching out a hand she swept the bangs off his face, and felt his fever through her palm. Slowly, gently she continuously ran her fingers through his hair. She leaned down and began to whisper to him. "It's okay, Tem. I'm here. You just rest. Everything's going to be okay."
The Lieutenant's eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright.
"Face." She called to
him now as his screams subsided. He looked up at her, but she knew he did not
The door flew open then as BA and Murdock entered the
"Face?" she said, as she lifted his chin with two fingers. She was glad to see recognition in his eyes, as he looked at her. Then it dawned on his exactly what position he was sitting in. He quickly let her go, and sat back against the headboard.
She tried desperately not to show the hurt, and realized that she had succeeded when he gave no reaction.
Murdock came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "How ya doin', Faceguy?"
Face rolled his eyes, and combed his fingers through his hair. "I said I'm fine, Murdock."
"No. You said you were alright."
Peck shook his head. "What time is it?"
The Sergeant smiled slightly. "One-fifteen, man."
The Lieutenant looked at him in disbelief, and jumped out of bed. "Why the hell did you let me sleep in so late?"
The pilot let go of
Face looked annoyed at Murdock. "What are you talking about? It's Tuesday."
Murdock grinned and shook his head. "No, it's Thursday."
"WHAT?!?" He could not believe it. "You mean I've been asleep for two days?"
BA nodded. "You was sick, man."
Peck was still shocked. "Well, get out, and let me get dressed."
They all went downstairs, and he headed for the shower.
When they got into the living room, Murdock and Davis made themselves comfortable. BA, without uttering a word, grabbed his tool box off the kitchen counter, and stormed out to the driveway. Davis and Murdock just looked at each other and shrugged.
She picked up the controller for the television and started flipping through the channels. She knew the Captain would not mind, but it drove Face nuts. After passing every channel, she turned it off and tossed the controller onto the coffee table.
Murdock looked up at her. "He didn't mean anything by it, Davy."
"When he cringed and backed away from you. It wasn't
meant to hurt you, he was just embarrassed." Murdock realized he had used
the wrong word when
She looked up at him. This was another testament to the Captain's powers of observation, but one she was not going to admit. "Murdock, what are you babbling about? You're making no sense."
He smiled at her defensive posture. "Come off it, kid. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You want me to spell it out for you? Okay." He continued slowly. "Why haven't you told Face you're in love with him?"
The Captain too a long look at
HM got up off the couch and went over to her, sitting on the arm of the chair he put an arm around her. "Rejection is a big part of life, little one. If you don't play the game, because you're afraid to lose. Then you never win anything."
The Captain looked insulted by the actually-nothing-like-him impersonation, he withdrew his arm from around her. Then suddenly shot his hand out and messed up her shoulder length hair.
"Oh, that's it. I told you the next time you did
that, you were going to get it."
As Face came out of his room he could not figure out what was going on. He could hear laughter and the occasional "stop it". He stood at the top of the stairs, running down when he heard various thuds and a crash.
Peck stopped dead at the entrance to the living room. The sight before him almost popped his eyes out of their sockets. Murdock and Davis were rolling around on the floor together. At first it looked like they were *fooling around*, but after a few seconds he realized they were just play fighting.
He looked around the room. The couch had been knocked on its back, and a potted plant lay smashed and leaking onto the carpet. "What the hell is going on here?" he bellowed, a little louder and more forcefully than he intended.
The two culprits instantly stopped, and jumped to their feet. By now they were used to being in trouble with Face or BA for something or other. They always joked that it was the other two's fault for leaving them alone. They bowed their heads in mock shame.
This irritated the Lieutenant no end, which was, of
course, the point. He waved his arms indicating the whole room. "Look at
this mess! This might be fine at your house,
The conspirators looked at each other, unable to stop grinning. They both knew that Face would not have to explain it to the owners, because the team would be leaving a good week before they returned. Murdock turned to Peck. "Aw, come on, Face. We were only messin' around."
The young woman's eyes filled up at this, and she ran from the living room. The two men heard the side door slam shut.
HM walked up to Face and slapped his shoulder, hard. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Peck rubbed his shoulder, and did a double take when his friend swore. "What are you talking about?"
Murdock looked into the Lieutenant's eyes,
he saw the anger that was there before. Now there was also genuine confusion.
The pilot could feel his own anger build. *What should I do,* he wondered. HM decided
to tell Face what he knew. Knowing, that after what the con man had said to
Remembering just how well not telling his best friend about his father had gone over. The problem was where to start. "Ripping into Davy like that. I had her ready to tell you, and now you scared her off again."
Face was thoroughly confused. "Ready to tell me what?" Sometimes the pilot's cryptic way of talking annoyed him.
Murdock was almost ready to scream. He had not realized just how unaware the Lieutenant was. "Davy cares about you, man."
"I know that, Murdock." The Captain was really
beginning to frustrate him. Chewing him out for hollering at
The pilot noticed Face's hands, and had to watch what he said or this whole idea was a lost cause. Directness became the best approach. "Okay, you know she cares about you. But do you know how much?" The con man blinked but did not answer. Murdock continued. "Davy loves you, Faceguy. I mean, really loves you."
Peck was speechless for several seconds. *Could it be possible? No, she doesn't love me,* he thought. He glared at HM. "You're lying."
The Captain could not believe his ears. In all the time he had known Face, the Lieutenant had never blatantly accused him of anything before. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed it. Come on, man, you notice every woman."
The con man leered at him. "Oh, I've noticed something alright. I've noticed how close the two of *you* are. I mean, what was that I saw when I came downstairs?" HM was completely dumbstruck, as Face continued. "If she's in love with anyone here, Murdock, it's you."
The pilot shook his head. "Face, Davy and I are buddies. She's like having a kid sister. There's nothing going on."
Peck could not help but roll his eyes. *Yeah right, there's nothing going on. You're always laughing and singing together. Not to mention play fighting,* he thought. The Lieutenant could feel his anger rising with every thought, he was utterly helpless to control it.
"Yeah, right," Face seethed.
HM was furious. *Who the hell is this guy? Has Face been abducted by aliens? Is this his insensitive, rude, scuzball of a replacement?* he wondered. His eyes blazed as he glared at his friend. "Do you hear yourself? You're sounding like an insensitive jerk!" His voice was getting louder with every word. "What? Are you afraid she's going to want a commitment? Oh yeah, I forgot who I was talking to. You couldn't commit if -"
Murdock never got to finish, as Peck's fist connected with his mouth.
She opened her eyes, and looked into the brown's of the Sergeant. She had always found it a mystery
to figure out what emotion was stirring Baracus at any given time, but she thought
she could see genuine concern there now. He had the hood up on the Viper and
seemed to be fiddling with the engine.
A small smiled cross BA's lips, but
She shook her head. The big man's solution
to everything, if things aren't going right in life go fix something
mechanical. When she was younger she never understood his fascination with cars
and electronics. Since
The small woman came around beside BA, and stared at the engine. She knew that Murdock was right, she had to say something to Face before she lost her mind. "BA? What was Face like in DC?"
The Sergeant looked at her, there
was a sparkle in his eye. *So, she's finally getting around to it,* he thought.
For a reason he could not quite grasp,
She thought about Murdock now. Her *big brother* was still a crazyman, but not like before. He still had his delusions of the week, but they were calmer, less fantasy-based. Oh, sure, he still bugged the big guy every chance he got, and he was still game for a laugh and some rough-housing. But he was quieter now, more grounded and realistic.
The two of them had tried desperately to go back to the way their relationship was before. Serious at times, but mostly having fun, and always scamming someone out of something. As her feelings grew stronger she tried to repress them, telling herself that an intimate relationship with Peck was out of the question. Then the incident on Christmas Eve happened, and they had steadily grown apart. It was as if she was scared by it, but could not figure out why.
BA and Davis ran into the living room, and froze. The sight horrified them both. At first it looked like the same scenario Face had walked in on earlier, but after a few seconds this scene was obviously more intense and brutal.
Peck and Murdock were rolling around on the floor, trading blows. Alternating between guts, kidneys and faces, the punches and kicks were hard and fast. Varying who had the upper hand, the Lieutenant was now sitting on the pilot's hips, sending vicious blows into his face and abdomen. HM was not just lying there, for his part he was making contact between his fists and Peck's face. He was also driving his knees into the younger man's kidneys.
Finally, not able to stand it,
Baracus hit the floor, and lay a strong arm across the Captain's chest. "Let go!" Murdock screamed, struggling to get within arms length of his opponent.
Peck made eye contact with
"Sit on him!" BA ordered.
Face groaned as the hundred and five pound woman put her entire body weight on a small area of his body. He bucked wildly, trying to throw her off. She turned so she was parallel with him. Leaning back, she rested her hands on his chest and placed her legs over his own. He relented with no way of getting up.
Murdock still struggled. "Let me up! I'm gonna kill him!" The Sergeant put more weight on the arm laying across HM's chest, and the pilot stopped struggling.
Davis and the big man stared at each other. *What had happened here,* they wondered. BA looked from ace to Murdock. "Everybody calm?" he asked. They both knew what would happen if someone said no, so hey nodded.
With a nod from Baracus,
The Lieutenant averted his eyes, embarrassed. When she looked at HM, he looked down, shamefully. Forget it," the Captain replied, with a swollen lip.
"Forget it?" the big man cried. He grabbed Murdock by the collar. "You was about to kill each other, and now you say forget it!"
The pilot jumped up. He looked at Peck, who turned away.
He knelt beside
She sat up, trying to get away from Murdock's hand. His knuckles were bleeding, and she tried to make it look like she did not want him to stain her hair. "Yeah? Well, it sure as hell feels like it."
Face got up and stared at her.
"Go to him, Davy. He needs you."
She stared at HM. He had just been brawling with the man, and now he was telling her to console him. "But . . ."
The pilot put a finger to her lips. "He's hurting. Go after him. Let him know that you care."
Face sat on the beach, staring out at the ocean. *What have I done?* he wondered. *In one day, I've alienated my best friend and the woman I love.* He shook his head. Had he really just thought that? *Well, of course you did, dummy. She is, isn't she?* He thought about it for a minute, and realized that, yes, she was.
An unbidden picture of a seven-year-old Davis came into his mind. "AUURRGGH!" he cried. The two surfers, he shared the beach with, turned and stared at him. He smiled at them, embarrassed. That seemed to be his third favorite emotion today. They shook their heads and walked down the beach, away from him. *That's right. Run while you still can,* he thought. *With my record for the day, I'm liable to jump up and pound you both.*
Face's thoughts returned to
Since May, there had been a lot of time when Face wished
the Colonel was there. Mostly it was when Murdock was in full swing, and BA was
ready to throttle him. Face always felt inferior to
Right now, most of all, he needed to talk to Smith. Face
had always considered
Face closed his eyes, and pictured
The Colonel smiled at him. "You're in love, kid. That's the scariest thing there is."
Smith lay a hand on his shoulder. "You were always more to her than that. She loves ya, Face. Now, all you gotta do is tell her how you feel."
The older man nodded. "Partly. In that, you are very much alike. But there is so much more to both of you than your childhood. Don't try and explain it, son. Just grab a hold of her, and run with it."
Face frowned. "I just feel like she deserves better. I
mean, with my past . . . I just think she should have someone who's more
stable, preferably not a wanted fugitive.
Face smiled as he realized he could finally admit it out
loud. "And I love her,
His eyes popped open, and he looked up.
Face pulled away, but only enough to look down into her deep, brown eyes. "What?"
Concern flashed across
"I know." He smiled, and pulled her close. Face had not realized that he had been talking out loud before. *Just how much had she heard?* he wondered. "I do . . ." His voice trembled. "I love you, Davis."
She squeezed him, and then pulled away. Passing him, she
stared out at the ocean. Face turned, and saw her shoulders quivering as she
sat down on the sand. He sat behind her, and pulled her back into his embrace. Wrapping
his arms around
Leaning her back against his chest,
They sat like that for nearly an hour. Felling each others warmth. The closeness felt right, they felt safe.
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