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SUMMARY: HOW DID B.A. BECOME AFRAID OF FLYING? DID IT HAVE
TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT HIS FATHER? AND DID THE FEELING ONLY
INTENSIFY IN VIETNAM, WHEN HE MET UP WITH A CERTAIN CAPTAIN
MURDOCK? WE'LL SOON SEE.
RATING: G/NOTHING HAPPENS TO OUR FAVE. GUYS...
SUMMARY #2: ONE OR TWO, SETTINGS, NO CUSSING, NO SEX, WELL
THERE IS A DEATH. BUT NO MAJOR CHARACTER DIES, THOUGH.
DISCLAIMERS: THE A-TEAM DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. NO MONEY OFF
OF THEM EITHER... STORYLINE'S ALL MINE THOUGH.
SOME OF THE YEARS ARE BLURRED. BUT, PLEASE, DON'T FLAME ME
ABOUT IT. THE STORY'S PRETTY GOOD....R&R PLEASE
DISCLAIMER: THE TEAM BELONGS TO STEPHEN J. CANNELL AND FRANK
RATING: G/NOTHING HAPPENS TO OUR FAVE. GUYS...
SUMMARY #2: ONE OR TWO, SETTINGS, NO CUSSING, NO SEX, WELL THERE IS A DEATH. BUT NO MAJOR CHARACTER DIES, THOUGH.
DISCLAIMERS: THE A-TEAM DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. NO MONEY OFF OF THEM EITHER... STORYLINE'S ALL MINE THOUGH.
SOME OF THE YEARS ARE BLURRED. BUT, PLEASE, DON'T FLAME ME ABOUT IT. THE STORY'S PRETTY GOOD....R&R PLEASE
DISCLAIMER: THE TEAM BELONGS TO STEPHEN J. CANNELL AND FRANK LUPO....
SETTING #1: CHICAGO, 1960...
A man arrived at the Baracus house. Mama Baracus went to answer the door. It was Rodney Zarpha, someone who worked in the same place as her husband, Bartholomew Baracus. He was twisting the uniform's hat in his hands. Bosco's father, was a pilot, at a small airport. True, there weren't too many airports back then. But even then, this airport was really really small.
The employees hired at the little airport, didn't sit too well with some narrow minded people. Who couldn't understand, why some people such as Sam MacNills and his co-owner, Allan Bertram, would hire a colored and a Mexican as pilots. However, the people who owned the small airport, who had hired both Bartholomew and Rodney Zarpha, didn't care what others thought. They weren't narrow minded at all.
Not because of race, color or creed. Rodney was a Mexican-American, and he was skilled in airplaning. Along with Bartholomew. They also, liked Bart's style, his work attitude. He was always courteous, and he was well liked by the rest of the co-workers. Rodney was his co-pilot. Usually. Today, Mr. Baracus had gone alone. Today had supposedly been, a routine flight. Nothing would happen to him that day. He kissed his wife, and shook six-year-old, Bosco's hand goodbye as usual. As always, he'd said, "Bosco, you're the man of the house now, take good care of your mama for me."
He'd ruffled the boy's hair. And had gone out the door.
"Yes Daddy", whispered the boy.
Now the six-year-old was behind his mother and he was listening to what Rodney had to say. "Mrs. Baracus, I have some news, concerning Bart. His plane's crashed...."
"Oh my goodness", Mama Baracus had put her hand over her heart. She'd stumbled backwards and Rodney helped her back into the house. Once seated, Bosco at her elbow, she looked at the man seated in the other chair across from her.
"Tell me everything Rodney. Don' leave nothin' out..."
"Well apparently, when Bart was in the air, the plane started having problems. Such as flying straight, and Bart couldn't keep it in the air for very long. He called in for help once, and then we lost him. Sam MacNills (the co-owner of the airport) sent out rescue pilots. They found him, there were no survivors."
Mama was taking this well, noticed Bosco. Bosco meanwhile, started crying. He got into his mother's lap, and buried his face into her chest. "Daddy, Daddy", the little boy wailed.
"I know Scooter. It's gonna be jus' fine."
"We'll get through this together Darlin'. You're my brave little, Scooter." Bosco then, slipped off his mother's lap, and went to his room. She turned back to Rodney. "I know you did all you could, for my Bartholomew. I know you must feel bad 'bout it too. But I want his body sent to this address."
She handed him, a card, with the address of a funeral home on it. She asked, "Okay?" The man gulped and nodded. "Good. Now I must go comfort my baby. Goodbye Rodney. And I want you to know, that I hold nothing against you. I will call to arrange a funeral. Thank you for comin' by Rodney." She ushered the man out the door. He'd only nodded, and went out. She trudged to Bosco's room, not knowing that his attitude would turn sour in a few years.
Right now though, he'd lost his father, and she as his mother, would go comfort him. She knocked, and found a pathetic sight, when she walked in. "Oh Scooter, Scooter Baby. Don' cry no more. Be brave Scooter. I'll be here for you. And your daddy will be with both o'us, in our hearts." From that day on, Scooter stopped crying, and hid his soft side in gruffness, and growls. He looked up at his mother, and crawled into her lap, for a final cry.
Bosco 'B.A.' (Bad Attitude) Baracus, found himself twenty-one years old, and in the Army. He was under the command of a Colonel Smith, and with a Captain HM Murdock. He'd been put there in this 'Special Force', as a result of his Bad Attitude. He'd punched a higher ranking officer again, and as a result, had been put on trial, and was about to be, thrown into, solitary confinement. If it hadn't been, for a certain Colonel Smith. John 'Hannibal' Smith, had specially requested Bosco for his mechanical genius, as well as his brawn.
He didn't care about the bad attitude, because, the Colonel himself, was well known, for his temperament as well. The colonel was, very patient with Bosco, and somehow could withstand the man's outbursts of temper. Especially when he had to stop, Bosco's and Murdock's arguments. Murdock got on Bosco's nerves, he'd gotten on them the first day they'd met. It was no secret to the others in the unit, that when Bosco was ticked off, his fists weren't too far behind.
Yet it seemed that Captain HM Murdock took, a fiendish delight in hounding the big man. But, deep down inside, Bosco, liked the Captain, for a friend. The Captain, was always trying to rile, Bosco up somehow, and it usually resulted in the Captain, getting choked. However, the Colonel seemed to always calm him down, and thus save the Captain from certain death.
Bosco, hadn't always been afraid to fly. That fear, would be a result of today. They were all going out to the jungle, on a special scouting mission, and they were flying. Murdock, as usual, was at the controls. And then, there was that new guy, who was going with them.... Lieutenant Templeton Peck. Everything was going just fine, until the pilot said "Aw c'mon fellas, don' do this to me!!"
"Something wrong Captain?", asked the leader.
"This helicopter's not co-operatin' just 'zactly right Colonel!", the man fairly wailed.
"Well, what's going to happen?"
"We're gonna most probably, crash. Probably right 'long there." The pilot, pointed to some trees in the distance. And he was precisely right. All of a sudden, Bosco thought back to his father's accident in the skies. He'd then fainted, and woken up, after the crash.
His first thought was "I'm inna helicopter."
Then he voiced the scattering thoughts. "I'm inna helicopter, I'm inna helicopter. Get me outta here now." He was shaking all over. He didn't like flying anymore, and he found his way out of the helicopter.
He was angry, and stomped right over to the pilot. "You crazy man, you crashed us", he bellowed. He grabbed a hold of the man's flight jacket, and he kept yelling into the pilot's face. All the while, The Colonel, and the Lieutenant, were trying to pry him off of the distraught pilot.
Finally succeeding in prying the pilot, from Bosco's grip, the pilot fell to the carpeted jungle floor. The pilot said, "I'm sorry. Didn't know you was afraid of flyin'."
"I ain' 'fraid o'nothin'", bellowed the big black man.
"Oh sure, right, and I suppose you chokin' the life outta me, was a sign of your not bein' afraid of nothin'?"
"Yeah", grunted the man.
"Then that makes me, the Queen of England."
"Knock it off, fellas", said their leader. "Let's get going."
From then on, Bosco 'B.A.' Baracus, was afraid to fly. Not that he'd admit he was afraid of flying, out loud. Although, outside, he wouldn't even voluntarily go near a plane or helicopter for the rest of his tours in 'Nam. And that made it increasingly difficult for them, to complete missions, without knocking him out first.
Their first time knocking him out was easy. Face 'borrowed' some sleeping pills, and handed the bottle, to Hannibal, who was outside, waiting for him.
"How'd you convince Doc Hart, to give you those pills Lieutenant?", asked an awed Colonel.
"I convinced, Doctor Hart I had insomnia, and he gave me the strongest pills he had." They gave Bosco some milk, the morning of their mission, and he fell fast asleep.
It took both the Colonel, and the Lieutenant to load him on the helicopter, and the Colonel buckled him in. Thankfully, Bosco didn't stir, til they were on the ground. He wondered why he had a headache, when he awoke. But seeing no helicopters around, shrugged his shoulders, and followed the Colonel, the Lieutenant, Ray, Wil, Chris, and the others into the jungles.
Setting, #3:1984 LOS ANGELES:
"I ain' goin' flyin' wit' that Crazy Foo', he gonna crash the plane 'gain", said the big black man. It was an all too familiar scene now, for the three men, who were now fugitives. At least, the two others were fugitives. The Captain, had suddenly 'lost his grip' on reality, and was now holed up in the VA. While Bosco (he went strictly by B.A. now), the Colonel (who was now going strictly by, Hannibal), and Templeton (who now went fully by Face), were the fugitives.
The Captain (who now went solely by Murdock), was only sprung from the VA, when his expertise at flying was needed, or simply as a back up man. Today, he was needed as a pilot. By then, they'd all come up with different ways, of knocking Bosco out. Even using a 2x4 board.
He was sitting by an airfield in the rental car. They were waiting for Murdock and Face, to come back. He and Face had gone, to scam a plane, for their newest job in New Jersey. B.A. continued, "He'll crash thu plane, 'n' we's all gonna die."
"No we won't B.A.. We're gonna be just fine. Trust me."
"I don' trus' ya no more Hann'bal. Y'all're al'ays tryin' ta trick me. This is the last time y'all trick m...." He got no further. As Hannibal slipped a syringe into his arm, and pulled it out again.
"Night-night B.A.", smirked the Colonel. B.A.'s head fell onto the horn.
When the two got back, apparently successful, Face looked at Hannibal. He asked "Why does he always fall on the horn? It's as if he's announcing to the whole world, I take that back, the whole US Army, that we're here."
"Well help me with him Lieutenant, you too Cap'n", said an exasperated Colonel. They all three, dragged him to the plane. And they took off. B.A. with a faint smile on his lips, was snoring happily, with Face right beside him. Careful not to, jostle the big man too much, lest he wake up, and they would all be in need of some serious hospital help...... THE END.
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