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: does reveal one piece of information learned in Season 5 episode 8, "Family Reunion"
Author's Notes: I experimented with something a little unusual with this story. It's a collection of four stand alone short works that show 4 specific events in Face's life. They span the time from age 7 through 45. There is no Team action or adventure involved just four emotionally charged snapshots of Face's life.
Moments in Time: by LAGC
"Aw, come on! That's the third time this game, Squirt!" complained Joe.
"Ya! If you can't catch the ball you're not gonna play! Wise up." taunted Floyd.
"You missed it - you fetch it," said Jake, the oldest of the boys on the Angel's Guardians ball field.
"Sorry guys. Really I'm sorry I'll do better. Really." lamented the little boy no older than seven. He truly didn't want to upset the bigger boys. He just wanted to be part of the games they played.
"Oh! Quit whining and go get the ball already. Quick before Sr. Catherine sees it on the side walk!" ordered Jake. Being eleven, put him in charge. Joe and Floyd nodded, showing their allegiance to the oldest.
The little guy blinked his bright blue eyes to camouflage the embarrassing tears threatening to spill from them. He ran off to retrieve the offending ball. He was nervous because the big boys were mad at him. He didn't want them to be, or to think he was a clumsy fool. He was also scared because to get the ball, he had to go past the wall surrounding the school yard. This was a major no-no in Sr. Catherine's book of rules. The small boy didn't want her to be angry either.
Once out of sight of the ball field, Templeton paused to ponder his situation. Disobeying Sr. Catherine would result in a lecture and some extra chores. Defying Jake and his group would mean teasing all night. It'd mean sitting alone and shunned on the steps while everyone else played together. Young Templeton quickly saw which choice he had to make.
Using the stealthy skills a small boy develops as he avoids the harassment of nasty older boys, Templeton snuck over to the gate. He'd learned a while back how to squeeze between the gate and the old stone wall. The gate was latched only at the tippy top, so the right amount of pressure would push the bottom corner out far enough for a determined first grader to squeeze through. That's exactly what he did now.
When he got through, he did a quick check. No rips in his clothes to explain to the nuns. A little scrap on his knee, that was easy enough to hide. He quickly made his way over to where the ball had landed. When he didn't spot it right away, Templeton began to fret. He spun around a few times, grinding his navy blue Keds into the dirty sidewalk. Finally he spotted the ball.
Alas, it was against the curb on the other side of the street. The little boy once again felt treacherous tears welling up in his eyes. Now what? Going outside the gate was already a no-no. Crossing the busy Los Angeles street was nearly a cardinal sin to Sr. Catherine. Not only that, truth be told, Templeton was afraid to cross that street all alone. What was he going to do?
Just then a lady came up to him. She had on big dark sunglasses and a flowery kerchief over her hair. "Are you lost, young feller?" she asked kindly.
The little boy pushed back his unruly blond hair and shook his head, and wiped his damp cheek.
The kind lady dropped down to her knees in front of him.
"What's so wrong then?"
Templeton rubbed his nose and sniffled sadly as he looked at the lady. She had removed her sunglasses and was looking at him beseechingly. Templeton noticed that she had pretty eyes. Suddenly he felt he could trust her so between hiccuping snivels he told her about the nasty big boys, the ball, Sr. Catherine's rules, and the scary street.
She smiled sweetly as she handed him a tissue from her purse. She patted him on the head and said,
"Stop worrying little feller, this is a problem I can fix for you."
She stood up, crossed the street, and retrieved the ball. She gently tossed it to him when she returned.
Templeton flashed her a relieved smile that dazzled like a sunrise.
"Thank you, ma'am" he said.
"You're very welcome."
"I bet you're a great mom." he commented.
A sad expression clouded her blue eyes for a minute.
"I was a mommy once. But not anymore."
"Oh that's too bad," he said as he impulsively gave her a hug.
"Thank you again. But I better get back before Sister notices I'm missing.
"Yes you should."
Templeton sent her one last hearty wave as he wiggled back through the gate and disappeared behind the walls of the orphanage.
She waved back then turned to walk away as a solitary tear escaped her eyes.
"I wish I could have solved the bigger problems for you, Richie."