Note: I'm about to break my rule of not starting to post a story until it is completed. I promise that it will be finished at some point for sure…I have trouble leaving things hanging in the air. That being said, my goal is to update at least once a week…maybe more. I just have a feeling that if I don't start posting, I will never get to writing, and I really want to write this one! Hope you enjoy!

Also, this basic story idea was suggested to me…thanks to that individual!


Face smiled as he passed the little girl blowing bubbles on the sidewalk.

Once he reached his Corvette, he transferred his bag of groceries to one arm and fished for his keys inside his pocket with the other.

A bubble floated past his head and he turned and he turned back to see the blonde giggling hysterically. Face winked at her and that's when he saw it…a red sports car weaving and speeding down the road and headed straight toward the girl. Dropping his bag, he heard a woman scream as he sprinted back and dove with arms outstretched just in the nick of time to push her out of harm's way.

Face, however, was not so lucky. The car struck him from the side and sent him catapulting through the air. He heard another scream before he hit the ground…and then there was nothing.


Colonel Roderick Decker couldn't believe his luck when he spotted Templeton Peck's white Corvette parked across the street from the diner he and Captain Crane were eating in.

"Looks like we're gonna have to skip the pie, Crane."

"Story of my life," the captain sighed. "What do you want to do?"

"We wait until he comes back and then we follow him. It's too busy an area to try and take him down here."

They exited their booth when they first spotted the well-dressed man. They reached the door just as a red sports car was speeding by. And as they stepped out into the sunlight they watched as Templeton Peck saved a girl's life while possibly ending his own.

"Oh my God," Decker exclaimed as he started sprinting across the street to the scene. "Call for help," he yelled back over his shoulder to Crane.

Decker knelt down next to the still body and put two fingers onto his neck checking for a pulse. This was not the way he was supposed to capture a member of the A-Team.


"In breaking news, in what can only be described as a selfless act of heroism, a man saved a six-year old girl's life today by pushing her out of the way of a drunk driver's path of destruction. Sadly, the hero was unable to get out of the way himself and was fatally injured. He was pronounced dead on arrival at an L.A. hospital early this afternoon. In a dramatic twist, the identity of the deceased man had been confirmed to be military fugitive and member of the infamous A-Team, Lieutenant Templeton Peck. He was 34 years old."

B.A. dropped his wrench and it fell to the ground with a clatter, but he didn't hear anything. He leaned heavily against his van and bowed his head.


"In a dramatic twist, the identity of the deceased man had been confirmed to be military fugitive and member of the infamous A-Team, Lieutenant Templeton Peck. He was 34 years old."

Murdock collapsed onto his bed. He curled into a ball and began to rock back and forth.


"In a dramatic twist, the identity of the deceased man had been confirmed to be military fugitive and member of the infamous A-Team, Lieutenant Templeton Peck. He was 34 years old."

Hannibal stood frozen staring at the TV screen; it couldn't be true. But there behind the reporter on the scene was Face's prized Corvette. Hannibal's knees buckled and he slid to the ground.

TBC…