If I Should Forget...
Warning: Brief use of bad language.
Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team and am not making any money out of writing this.
Chapter 2.
When the man wakes up he finds himself distinctly uncomfortable but can't understand why. His head throbs painfully and he puts a hand up to touch the source and feels dried blood. He waits for memories of what might have happened to flood back, as the grogginess of sleep fades. His eyes still closed, he searches the depths of his mind for a recent memory. When this fails he looks back further, trying to remember something, anything. He begins to panic when he can't recall his name, opening his eyes and sitting up as his heart starts to quicken.
"Ok," He speaks out loud to himself in an attempt to keep calm, "Just assess the situation, where are you."
He looks around. The room he is in is sparsely furnished, just the bed he is sitting on, a door, which he assumes is locked, a dusty light hanging high above and a camera in the top corner of the room. It stares down at him but he shakes his head and looks away. He also sees a glass of water and some bread in the corner. He jumps up quickly, gulping the water down he realises how thirsty he is. He places the empty glass on the floor and takes a savage bite of the bread. Something in the back of his mind tells him he should have saved some water. He puts down the remaining bread and sits back down on the bed.
He begins to search his mind again for some kind of clue to who he is and how he managed to end up in a cell. But before he can really begin three men enter. The man standing in the middle looks like the boss, he is medium height, with neatly trimmed hair and a pristine suit which doesn't fit with the dingy cell. The two men either side of him look like book ends, both very muscular below their identical suits. Bald heads shining in the dim light.
"Peck," The man in the middle smiles slyly, "It's nice to have you back here with us."
Sitting on the bed the man files these two pieces of information, one he seems to be called 'Peck', and two he has been in a cell before. He doesn't feel very confident, he has no idea about the current situation, memories of his life are still evading him, so he says the first thing that pops into his head.
"I'll do anything you want, just please let me go."
His statement is answered with a frown, "What are you talking about?"
"I...I...I..." He stutters, "Please let me go."
The man assumes that stuttering is unusual for him as the frown deepens, "Peck, what are you doing?"
"Please," he begs, deciding to go with the truth, "I can't remember a thing, who I am, even my name. Please just let me go."
Turning to one of the bookends the man demands a doctor immediately. The men leave and Peck drops to the bed, exhausted and confused, but unable to sleep.
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The man and the two bookends return after a questioning by the doctor confirms that he has no memories. The doctor informed him, unsympathetically, that his memories may return or they may not, but there is no way of telling when.
Despair engulfs him and he demands to know about his life. The man takes him into another room, more comfortable and asks him to sit in a down, which he does so willingly.
"My name is Lynch, I am with the CIA. You are Lieutenant Templeton Peck, my right hand man."
Peck frowns, that doesn't add up at all, he was just in a cell. He decides to voice this thought.
"Yes," Lynch answers with a sigh, "I will get to that, but first I need to tell you the whole story." Peck nods, eager to know about his life, "About a year ago you were in the army, in a unit called the A-Team. You, the CO, Colonel John Smith, known as Hannibal, Sergeant Bosco Baracus, the mechanic and a very strong, intimidating man, known as BA, for Bad Attitude, and Captain H.M Murdock, the pilot. They killed a General, General Morrison and were put in high security prisons. You joined the CIA after it was proved that you were not involved. They escaped and since then we have been trying to track them down, and see that justice is served."
Lynch pauses and Peck wonders how that explains him being in a cell, but he doesn't ask the question again, he can see that the story is not yet finished.
"During that time they have taken you hostage twice. The first time you came back you were...confused. A little violent. So this time we look precautions. I'm sorry, they must have done something to your head and you've lost your memory."
Peck nodded, "Yeah I can feel something," He reached his hand up and touched the dry blood again, wincing slightly.
"Don't worry," Lynch smiled, "We'll make sure you recover."
"So they were my friends, but they did all this to me?" Peck questioned.
Lynch nodded, "That's why you're so determined to see them back in jail."
Peck stood up looking determined, "Let's go get them then."
A grin spread across Lynch's face. This would be a real advantage indeed.
"Just let me fill you in, in a little more detail."
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After Hannibal refused to let them go after the CIA cars and Face, insisting they needed to regroup and make a plan, Murdock was sulking. They sat round the coffee table in the living room, watching the television. Hannibal insisted that the minute they the media knew Face had been captured, it would be on the news. They would know what was happening, instead of barging in without a clue. But they all knew they'd have to leave the house soon, reinforcements would be there soon.
The silence hadn't been broken for at least twenty minutes when Murdock spoke, "They'll hurt him."
Hannibal shook his head, "He can handle himself."
"He was unconscious Hannibal," BA reminded him gruffly.
"And he wouldn't of had to handle himself if we'd just followed them," Murdock continued.
Hannibal stood up and placed for a few moments before coming to a stop, "Face will be fine, and we'll get him out."
Murdock jumped up angrily, launching himself at the Colonel and pushing him back against the wall. His voice low and dangerous, "And what if he's not. What if he's got concussion from hittin' his head. Lynch won't care, he was willin' to blow your brains out." Murdock's voice began to rise, "Or what if they torture him, he won't be able to give him any new information about us cause there is none, but I think Lynch would find an excuse. We've outwitted him and I bet he's angry about that! And who's there for him to take his anger out on? Face!" Murdock was shouting in Hannibal's face now, unable to stop tears streaming down his cheeks, "I bet he'll love that! I bet he'll fucking love that!"
Murdock took a couple of deep breaths and stepped away.
"I'm sorry Murdock," Murdock looked at his CO in surprise, "But I promise you we will get Face back, alive and well."
Murdock took another calming breath, "I just hope you're right Hannibal."