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Rating: PG-13, language, discussion of violence
Setting: After the first season but before the fifth
Disclaimers: Who are we kidding? I don't own the A-Team, the characters, or concepts. Just the story and words are mine. No harm done. Suing me is so not worth the bother.
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Summery: A little introspection between teammates.
"Nothing." Face answered staring off in the distance at the setting sun.
"Sure. That's why you're out here brooding."
Turning to raise an eyebrow, Face takes to proffered bottle from the older man. "Did I miss the part where you gained psychic powers and are now able to know my thoughts?"
"Such a waste
Snorting, "No offence kid but you're really not the muscle for a gangster type."
Face shrugged in agreement. "True, but I had a half a dozen rackets going in
"You're a survivor kid."
"Landing with my foot on someone's throat isn't exactly the most comforting thought right now."
Raising his own eyebrow now, "Is that what you really think?"
Bitterly, "Let's face it
Flabbergasted, "I really don't know how you want me to respond to that. We've all done unspeakable things. You're not a cold-blooded killer."
Flippantly, "Sure I am. I just hide it under a nicer veneer these days."
"Okay, no more beer for you."
"That stupid kid is going to spend the next twenty years of his life in prison. That could have been me. Hell, that should have been me. As for why now, normally you're not around for my bouts of angst."
Shocked at this new insight into a man he swore he knew completely. "Never figured you for the self flagellating type."
Keenly, he turns to look the older man directly in the eye. "You see what I want you to see
"When you were a kid, did you ever pick at your scabs?"
Totally lost with the change in subject
Face nodded, reaching down to grab an unseen beer from the ground. He takes a long swallow, before responding. "There's nothing typical about you Colonel. But to explain, that's all we're doing here. Picking scabs to watch myself bleed, the pain is just a bonus."
Pissed off now, "Okay that's enough. You're going to go to bed here in a few hours and wake with a lovely hangover. Nothing will have changed. I know you're not leaving the team so what have these introspective moments really accomplished?"
Blowing out a breath in part frustration and exasperation. "Nothing."
Face couldn't contain himself anymore. Chuckling, "Pushing your buttons may be one of the most favorite things I do. Maybe I just needed some time and liquid fortification to work up my courage."
Still, more than slightly pissed off, "Swear to god kid..."
Laughing outright, Face puts him out of his misery. "I just needed to think about it for a while to appreciate what I've got. I wasn't lying when I said that could have been me. And if we're going to be honest, it's not, because of you. I don't understand. I gave up trying years ago but I assume you saw something in me I didn't. So thanks
Smith's jaw clinched as he counted to ten. "You do realize I'm going to have to get you back for that."
Smirking, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Tipping his bottle in salute, "You are worth it, kid. Don't ever doubt that." They clanked their bottles in toast watching the rest of the sunset in silence. Though, it was a comfortable silence now.
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