Warning. –This page contains torture, gore, and violence; some curse words may be used. If you are under the age of 13, and/or can not hear, think, or see anything of the sort, please move to the next chapter and don't read any chapter with this warning. Thank you for your cooperation.

This chapter isn't as bad as the warning label says. You may read on if you so choose to block out the first five paragraphs.

Trauma can do very damaging things, as lieutenant Templeton Peck well enough knew. The tips of his fingers were making their way to becoming a fairly deep purple, he could only guess the same for his toes. He was almost glad they were shielded by the layers of fabric that make up a shoe.

He could not stand on his own, and he erased the possibility of escape from his mind. The concrete floor held no warmth, and his body grew numb to the contact with such an unforgiving surface. He begged and pleaded that the walls would cave on him that the floor would break from under his weight, anything, and anything to stop this agony.

Under such extreme conditions, he'd be at his best. His pulse rate would cause the adrenaline to coarse threw his veins, alerting him to all the danger that would come, awakening his body, and rejuvenating his coning abilities. He'd be ready to strike the minute his team had found him. Now he stares darkly into the wall ahead of him, feeling nothing, like a cold outer shell. No excitement that the walls of his unfortunate containment, would burst into flames, as a grenade launched from the fingertips of a team member crashed into it. Instead there was just a dark, cold concrete wall.

Face moved his body, stifling the scream that tore at his vocal cords. The pain was becoming unbearable. Although his mind told him not to, he looked down at the tortured body left behind. Decker had come only five minutes ago and had beaten Templeton fiercely with no mercy. As fast as it had begun, it had ended. Face was left untied in the room. He could only suspect that was because he faked his own unconsciousness. He smiled slightly as he sat up, but like a hard slap to the face, he found himself toppling over and his throat being filled with sickening bile. He coughed as it dripped from his mouth.

How degrading, being reduced to a prison scum.

His world began to spin as he felt sharp pain shimmy up his spine. He wailed in surprise as his body limped involuntarily. Soon enough, the darkness he's begun to call home whisked him away.

The team members begun to see flashes, memories, of their beloved lieutenant, like he was erased himself, and his memories were theirs. Each took watch during the night, guarding the black van. The one who volunteered to take the first watch would always find himself aiding the one that would wake up, sweat on his forehead, and heart pounding from his chest. The memories swamped their unconscious minds. Murdock was the most deeply effected.

11 Years ago. 1 year before the A team became a team.

It was a blurred memory, as far as Murdock could remember. He was pressed against a wall, instinctively trying to make himself smaller. He scarcely dared even breathe. Footsteps were drawing ominously closer, and he paused only a moment to determine what direction he should head, before he raced away, cursing the loud clapping that his boots made, giving him away, as he fled down the corridor.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he repeatedly tried each exit door he came across, in order to escape, or at least buy himself a little more time. Each one stubbornly denied him an escape route, and he raced onward, sure he could hear the sound of pursuit snapping at his heels.

A pull at his collar dropped the Captain to his knees. He looked up, drawing his weapon, but stopped when he recognized the young face looking down at him. He sighed out of relief and pushed the weapon back to its holder. He watched the man carefully, as he was hoisted up onto his feet. They didn't trust each other yet, for they had no reason to, they had only met some time before, both loathing for escape.

Realizing that they had a common enemy and a common goal, they united. As Murdock called attention to himself, Templeton found the escape vehicle, which wasn't hard, besides the obvious fact of knocking out a guard and stripping the man of his uniform. He watched as Murdock almost made his mistake and run past the lieutenant, but with swift hands he was forcibly grabbed him by the collar and jerked behind the wall that shielded them from harm as weapons fired. He pointed to the escape vehicle that he had gotten. Murdock's wild eyes widened in astonishment.

There was a large tank-like car, with wheels that resembled a crane. Four metal walls, tilted slightly towards the top side protected the vehicle from gun fire. There were a few slits where a man contained inside it could fire his weapon easily at enemies. Its gigantic structure fitted its purpose perfectly. Escape. For a moment they argued over who was going to drive such an amazing vehicle, but they were cut short of the sudden scream of a guard.

"There they are!" Templeton pushed the captain into the drivers seat and pushed his own self into the vehicle. He grabbed hold of a gun and began firing at the Russian soldiers that had taken them both captive. The captain pushed his foot onto the petal and drove the vehicle.

Only a short while passed until a massive explosion caused their thought invincible tank to roll onto its side. Its weight pushed the bottom down, close to crushing its two inhabitants. Both in shock and unable to communicate, their odds seemed almost helpless. Until they heard the stomping of boots, and the rewarding noise of an English language. Soon Americans pulled them from the tank. Templeton immediately went to the Captain.

"Are you alright there?" He asked.

Murdock cocked his head to the side, "I see you, but why do you have sailors dancing on your shoulder?"

Peck was tempted to look, but he knew if he did, he'd look as crazy as the man in front of him. Feeling a connection to the man that had risked his own life, for his, he had to repay him, even if he had to take his own life to do it. From that day on, Templeton "Faceman" Peck, visited H.M Murdock at the local VA hospital, until one day he didn't need to, for he and the Captain were closer then ever. They became part of the A-Team, four men that were inseparable. Two of the men, closely bonded with the twist of a life changing adventure.

Please don't resist to review. I would really like to know what do you think of my story. Before you do imply so, there is no Homosexuality in this story. It is all clean friendship, and possibly family for these four men. I also hate romance, and decided that Danielle will be excluded from this story until the very end.

Also, I've started to change in my writing methods, tell me if you like the change or wish me to return to the original way. (compare this chapter to the first one if you would like)