Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I create any of the A-team characters (main or support) nor do I own nor did I create any of the episodes. That credit is due to Stephen J. Cannell and his associates.

Spoiler Alert: None needed - an independent piece although it does draw on characters introduced in "Black Day at Bad Rock" and "Lease with an Option to Die"

Author's Notes:. Proper citations and acknowledgements for the song used in this chapter can be found at the end of the chapter.

Summary: Faceman gets some mothering and his facts straight.

No Phone Calls by LAGC

Chapter 18

The next morning Face woke in a silent empty room. He just figured that Murdock had gone downstairs to watch the early cartoon shows. He took his time in the bathroom getting ready. Several times during the process he wished he'd heal up faster. His ribs were just a minor nuisance now, but his broken arm was still a royal pain. He donned a pair of golf shorts and a casual polo. The collar on the shirt gave the skin on his neck some protection from the chaffing sling. Then he headed toward the kitchen.

On his way down the stairs he noticed how quiet the house was. No cartoons from the TV. and no growling from B.A. Heck there wasn't even a trace of cigar smoke in the air. "Everyone must be on best behaviors because of Mrs. Baracus," he had thought to himself. Face smiled because he was happy that B.A. had this chance to visit with his mother. Once again he knew he'd done the right thing by protecting B.A. This thought helped numb the pain from his arm. Face made it all the way to the kitchen without encountering his teammates.

He paused a moment before entering to listen to Mrs. Baracus humming. At first he couldn't place the tune. Then she began to sing and he recognized it quickly, "Baby Mine". Face remained in place and just listened to her rich voice resonating with motherly love. He wondered if Mrs.B. had sung this to the Big Guy when he was a little guy.

"Baby mine, don't you cry.

Baby mine, dry your eyes.

Rest your head close to my heart,

Never to part, baby of mine.

Little one, when you play,

Pay no heed what they say.

Let your eyes sparkle and shine,

Never a tear, baby of mine.

If they knew all about you,

They'd end up loving you too.

All those same people who scold you,

What they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your head down to your toes,

You're not much, goodness knows.

But, you're so precious to me,

Sweet as can be

Baby of mine "

Mrs. B wiped her hands on a towel as she finished her song. Without looking back she said, "Well now Faceman, are you gonna linger in the hall all morning? Or are you gonna come in here and eat your breakfast?"

Face actually jumped when she spoke, baffled that she realized he was there. "I'm coming in, Mrs. Baracus." he sheepishly responded. "Can I help with anything?"

"No, Sweetie, just have a seat so you can eat." she replied, setting a cup of coffee down in front of him.

"Where are the guys?"

Mrs. Baracus explained that Hannibal and Murdock were out scouting a new base location since according to the Colonel nearly a month in one spot wasn't smart. B.A was off gathering parts to upgrade the van's engine. While she was telling Face all this she had prepared him a plate full of home cooked goodness: scratch made blueberry pancakes, hash, and a small bowl of oatmeal.

"You shouldn't have gone through all this trouble." Face told her.

"Nonsense. It's what mothers do."

Face smiled at her but she saw the shadow of sad doubt cloud his eyes for a brief moment. "You should be spending time with B.A. not here with me."

"Hush now. I'm the one who sent all the guys out for the day. I wanted a Face and. Mama B day." Face stopped mid-bite; confusion pouring off him in waves.

Mama sat down across from him and placed her hand on his. "Tell me about how you got hurt this time."

Face shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He shook his head and said that he didn't want to bother her with the details, and besides the story didn't matter. What was done was done.

"Ok fine then. How about this, tell me why you got hurt?" she fixed him with a mother stare, the one moms use when they won't accept anything but the whole truthful story. Face's silver tongue failed him. He wasn't able to come up with a story that he felt would satisfy Mrs.B. "I don't understand what you mean." was the feeble response he offered.

Mrs. Baracus simply shook her head and tisked tisked him. "Face, Scooter told me every single detail of the fight. More importantly he told me the why details too. We need to talk, son."

Face swallowed hard, nearly choking on his last mouthful of food. His eyes grew wide.

"Stop looking so trapped, Honey. I clearly need to explain a few things to you."

"Really Mrs. B. I don't think you ..."

"Hush!" Mama B. interrupted Faceman. "Just listen quietly."

Face knew he had no options so he simply nodded at her.

She began,

"I always worried because B.A. was an only child. I felt bad that he had no siblings to play with, or tussle with, or to share with. As he got older I was sad he didn't have that brother or sister to bond with and rely on, to protect or be protected by. As I got older I worried about him being alone when it's my turn to leave this world.

Then he enlisted and met Hannibal. I was glad that he had a strong man in his life again. One to respect and be guided by. Hannibal understood and valued B.A. simply as he was and for who he was. Then Scooter started to write in his letters about you and Murdock. I felt so blessed that my son had met not just two teammates but two fine friends, family members.

When the Army informed me of his capture I was devastated but not destroyed because I knew you were all together. A family together can overcome anything. I prayed every night for the safety and survival of all of you. I prayed to the Dear Lord to protect Bosco and his brothers and to deliver his family safely home.

Many years have passed but each night I still recite a similar prayer. I say, Dear Lord, Please protect Scooter, Murdock, and Face. Keep all my boys safe so they can come home to me. Help guide Hannibal as he shepherds them through the life you have laid out for them."

She paused here to assess Face. He still held a confused expression. She placed her Bible on the table. It showed the signs of a well read and beloved sacred book. She pushed to toward Face.

"Honey, open it to the Family Tree page. I know you'll be able to find that." His years of Catholic schooling kicked in and Face quickly found the page.

"Read it, Face."

Face scanned the page. It recorded The Baracus family back to the Big Guy's great-grandmothers. Then Face found the branch that held Mr. & Mrs. Baracus' names. John Smith appeared on the spare line next to Mr. Baracus's name.

There on the line below his parents was written Bosco Albert Baracus. Face coughed quietly as he read the next lines below - H. M. Murdock, and Templeton Peck. His name was written into family genealogy, in a family Bible. He lifted tear misted eyes to Mrs. Baracus.

"Why?" he whispered.

"Why? Because you are B.A.'s brother. Because I couldn't love you anymore if I had carried you myself. God gave me three sons, I just had to wait a while to meet you."


"But nothing, Templeton Peck, you are my boy. Don't you ever doubt that for a minute. Don't you ever believe that there isn't someone waiting to hear your voice on a phone line or someone who wouldn't be destroyed by a phone call saying that you'd been hurt or killed. I am so thankful that B.A. has the protection of a brother but I want you to know that I was frantic when he called and told me you'd been so badly injured. I knew you needed me and I came as soon as I could. I always will, Baby Mine."

She got up and gave Face the warmest deepest hug he'd ever felt. He didn't even notice his ribs or arms hurting anymore. Then he realized his heart wasn't hurting either.

Mama had fixed everything.


Copyright information for the song used:

"Baby Mine" is a song featured in Walt Disney's film, Dumbo. It is presumably sung by his mother, Mrs. Jumbo. It is used in the scene in which Dumbo's visits his mother at the prison wagon. She comforts and holds him with her trunk, by reaching out through the bars of her cage.

The song was nominated for an Academy Award in 1941. It was also nominated for AFI's 100 years...100 songs. Bette Midler and Allison Kraus have covered the song in more recent years.

It was composed by Frank Churchill and lyricist Ned Washington. Betty Noyes performed it for use in the Disney film, Dumbo.

(Info found on The Disney Wiki)