The Dog Patch
Disclaimer – I do not own these characters. I make no money off this fan fiction.
Pairing – Eventual H-Bamf
Rating – R/NC17
Warnings – War time Violence, sex and possibly some kink
Summary – AU – Templeton Peck is mistaken for a world renowned spy. He is stuck in a prison camp to be trained as a secret weapon of the A-Team, who are Traitors to
A/N – Okay, so from now on I’m going to be referring to Templeton as Face; Because that’s who he thinks of himself as a person. Before, since I was concealing the fact that he was a world famous assassin, letting him refer to himself as Face in the POV would have been giving it away. So from a writerly standpoint, it makes sense. I just don’t want anyone to become confused when I change mid POV.
Chapter 9 – Running in Circles
He slipped and fell face first into the mud. However, he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t take a deep breath and he’d given up muttering curses after the fifth time he’d been made to run the damned obstacle course. It harkened back to his childhood in a really nightmarish way.
“Shit,” he picked himself up and started at a fast clip, “now I’m hearing voices,” he jumped a log and then dove to his knees to crawl under the sharp wire that made a bridge above him. Next he had to swim through a small lake – okay, that was an exaggeration – and then pass the three men who jeered at him to go faster.
I want to see the lot of you do this five or more time’s and then see how fast you can go! Bastards!
He continued on as best he could; jumping, swinging, crawling through the mud and other muck; he tried to keep going and not to give in to his bodily weakness. Not that he could help it in the end. It got too much, and he collapsed to the darkness right at
“Hey Kid…?” a damp rag on his forehead told him that someone cared. For what agenda and ends, he had no idea. Slowly he opened bright blue eyes to see
“Where…?” he coughed.
“I didn’t think you’d make it as long as you did. I think the whipping we gave you made you weaker though. You’ve gotten sick,”
“I feel horrible,” Templeton sighed. He closed his eyes, a headache was forming as he spoke.
“I’m sure you do,”
“That’s what this is about, you figure you can just break me and then put me together how you want me to be. You want to order me to do your dirty work,” Templeton muttered into the pillow.
“And what about the people you work for?”
“They’re bastards,” Templeton opened his eyes to glare up at
“At leas the Sisters will be safe,” he turned away, but
“No, Sisters as in Nuns,” Templeton replied, “I’m an orphan. I grew up in Orphanages, the only one that was slightly decent is the one I’m trying to save. If I fail…they’ll be evicted and the kids…bad things happen to Orphans. No one gives a shit and if they do it’s a lie…but why am I telling you this? It’s not like you’re any different,” he sighed and looked away, even though
The hand fell away and Templeton gripped the sheets. He was in
“You’re wrong, Temp,”
“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Templeton wasn’t sarcastic about it, only doubtful.
“We didn’t actually betray
“Won’t you tell me your side of the story?” Templeton asked.
“We were given orders to raid a bank, the orders got lost and we are we are today,”
“Can you explain that in five words or less?” Templeton called him on the vague answer.
“Look, it doesn’t matter, but after this war is over. We’re going home,”
“Yeah? Where you figure on settling down?” Templeton asked, “I took off for LA after
“LA sounds just fine,”
Templeton cleared his throat, “Yeah, its big enough for you guys to settle down and no one be the wiser, its how you’re gonna make money is the next step,”
“Do you have any suggestions?”
“Do what you do now, anyway?” Templeton asked, “There are loads of people who need a group like yours,” he avoided the M-word. Mercenary wouldn’t endear him to these guys.
Templeton looked taken aback with the very sudden subject change; “I can’t tell you that,” he replied.
“That’s the usual chicken shit reply CIA gives,”
“CIA…” it wasn’t a question and that gave it away, “well,” he shrugged, “I can claim you figured it out,”
“So it is true,” and
“Yeah,” Face shrugged.
“I hate being sick,” he moaned.
“I find it quite nice,”
“It’s not like you’re gonna catch it,” Face rolled his eyes.
“No, but at least we can get to the bottom of some things,”
“Look, even if you guys got kicked out of the Army for what those idiots perceived as being an un-lawful order, even though ya’ll know better….” He braced himself, “I can’t do it. I told you before I couldn’t do it,”
“And you’re sick, you’re delirious, anything you say may be Intel but those guys don’t need to know it. The CIA isn’t interested in us,”
Face clacked his teeth in annoyance; He was sent to kill Tuan Tu’. And the A-Team had been protecting him. So why weren’t they protecting him now? They were involved because of whatever relations they had going on with the VC that allowed them to move about in the jungle freely.
“Okay, hot shot,” Face challenged, “how do you figure that?”
“You weren’t army trained, boy,”
Face blinked, he was tired but he wanted to know how much
“And you think too much, kid,”
“Well, it wasn’t like they expected me to become your prisoner,” Face muttered dejectedly. He was stuck with them. The CIA wouldn’t dare an extraction unless it met their ends, and…well…the Sisters were out on the streets.
“Shit,” he buried his face into
“They’ll manage, they have the church to fall back on, but what about you? Who is there for you to fall back on?”
“Ooooh….are you playing Darth Vader to my Luke Skywalker?” Face joked.
“I don’t think of you as a son, so…unless Vader and Luke were into incest, no, I am not Darth Vader,”
“I am sure some depraved person has wrote that,” Face looked up at
“Than I have no choice,”
“I’m sorry, I…” but before he could continue a coughing fit caught him off guard. He lay there against
Then something poked him in the neck and he was gone to the darkness.