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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_A-Team_(2010)
  Relationship:
      premovie!H/F
  Character:
      John_"Hannibal"_Smith, Templeton_"Faceman"_Peck, Original_Female
      Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Adoption, Falling_In_Love, First_Kiss, First_Time, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
      and_Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-06 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1148
****** True Love ******
by delorita
Summary
     Dear possible Readers. I had to use the "Underage" warning but Face
     is sixteen when the hot things start as the dear OP requested. And
     that's pretty normal for youths to have their first sexual encounters
     I'd say.
     This story was written for this prompt: “I realize this is completely
     fucked up, but I still want to see it! Hannibal adopts one teenage
     Templeton Peck, for some reason anon can decide. There's some
     friction at first, some unexpected things (like Temp having constant
     nightmares and sleeping in Hannibal's bed all the time), but they
     work through it and they both fall into their new father-son roles.
     It's all great, really. Even the stuff about Temp sleeping in his
     bed. Except that, as he gets older, Hannibal realizes that he loves
     the kid as something more than just a son. And when something finally
     happens, Hannibal finds out that's what the kid's wanted all along!
     (Anon would prefer Face not significantly younger than 16 if
     something happens. Hannibal's not a pedophile or anything like
     that...)”
Major John Smith signed the papers with his precise, accurate signature.
He was a father now.
A young fourteen year old Templeton Peck grinned widely at him, blue eyes
sparkling with a joy such that John had never seen on anyone’s face before.
There lay months between this moment and the first time the major had seen the
kid.
Hurt, bruised, dirty, unconscious.
A gang of older boys had just proved their own strength to each other, picking
on the much smaller kid, smashing his head to the street before leaving,
laughing and joking. Hannibal was too late to catch any of them when he jumped
out of his car, seeing the kid lying on the sidewalk, not moving.
He’d called an ambulance and gave him first aid as best as he could. Templeton
was still breathing but bleeding very badly from the head wound. Even though
the soldier didn’t know the boy, he felt the need to sit with him in the
ambulance on the drive to the hospital since they couldn’t find any personal
documents with the teenager.
What was a kid his age doing on the streets at that hour anyway?
As Hannibal had a few days leave after his last successful mission, he’d
decided to stay with the kid in the hospital, feeling strangely alone at home.
“Who are you?” That had been Templeton’s very first question when he came to
the next day and saw Hannibal sitting at his bed side.
“That’s the man who saved your life,” had been the answer from the doctor who
was with them at that moment.
Templeton’s eyes grew wide in shock and a very low, “What happened?” was next.
“I’m not really sure, but I found you lying on the sidewalk, a gang just
leaving. I had to decide to either go after them or look after you, and since
you lay unconscious on the ground…”
“Without Major Smith you would be dead, young man.”
“Major?” Templeton tried to sit up a little more straight in his bed but winced
and sank back into the pillows.
“Major John Smith, Airborn Ranger. Nice to meet you, Mr...?” Hannibal extended
his hand to the boy, smiling genuinely.
Templeton tried to grin, which wasn’t easy with a black eye and a swollen lip,
but he took the proffered hand with his left, since his right arm was
apparently broken and encased in plaster, and replied, “Templeton Peck.”
“Now young man, as you are finally awake,” the doctor interrupted their playful
introduction, “Will you please tell us how we can contact your parents?”
“You can’t,” Templeton murmured under his breath.
“Come again?” The doctor inquired, trying to hide his growing impatience, and
looking at his schedule.
“You... can... not,” Templeton repeated somewhat louder, stubbornly enunciating
each word.
“Please, I don’t have the time to play games with you.”
“You can’t because I am an orphan,” Templeton said angrily, looking away,
closing his eyes firmly.
“Oh,” the doctor said a little shocked, and Hannibal felt his heart go out to
the poor kid at the same time. So that was the reason why he had been on the
streets that late.
“Are you… Have you…?”
“No, I haven’t. I live on the street,” Templeton said with a firm, determined
expression.
“But you must…”
“No I must not. I ran away.”
“How old are you? Thirteen?” The doctor was getting really agitated and
impatient now.
“I dunno. Maybe.”
Hannibal cringed at the conversation. Despite his injuries Templeton was a very
stubborn kid. And he didn’t show it at all if he was in pain.
“Okay young man. I’ll leave you for the moment. The nurse will be back in an
hour to look after you. Mr. Smith, can I have a word please?”
Hannibal was confused himself and nodded absent minded, joining the doctor
outside the room.
“Please, Mr. Smith, be honest with me. You really don’t know this boy?”
“No. I saw him for the first time lying there in the street. I know nothing
about him, just that he was badly injured and helpless.” Hannibal combed his
hand nervously through his hair, “He did tell us his name, though.”
“I’m not sure if it was his real name. He doesn’t sound very honest to me.”
“Well, just look him up. And if you are worried about the costs, I’ll pay for
the moment.”
The doctor’s expression clearly lit up with relief when he mentioned the money
issue, and Hannibal was suddenly tired of it all. He wanted to go home. He
definitely needed sleep himself.
“Thank you, and I’ll see what I can find out,” the doctor nodded, and then
suddenly excused himself and hurried away when his name was called over the
speakers.
Hannibal opened the door of the patient’s room again, trying to make no sound
in case the boy was sleeping. Templeton’s head was turned away from the door.
“Why did you come back?” a half unfriendly, half surprised, barely audible
voice asked from the bed. He still refused to look at Hannibal.
“I wanted to tell you good night and that I’ll be back tomorrow,” Hannibal said
somewhat awkwardly. He didn’t actually know why he wanted that. He was probably
still shocked by the violence he’d seen inflicted on the boy at the hands of
those youths, and felt the desperate urge to help.
“Why?” The boy’s head very slowly turned towards Hannibal.
“To make sure you’re okay?” Hannibal tried to smile. “Plus I am bored at home.
You may be bored here. So I thought we could be bored together,” he winked. The
boy had to laugh at that but it clearly hurt.
“You don…You don’t have a kid at home?”
“No,” Hannibal said, shaking his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “No
wife, no kids. Bored.”
“Well,” Templeton considered the possibility. That guy actually seemed to be
fun, so he answered, “no siblings, no parents. Bored.” He tried to grin again.
“Can you bring cards or a chess game, Major?”
Hannibal looked surprised at the latter but nodded.
“I did not lie to the doctor about my name, and yes I do play chess,” the kid
said somewhat proudly, which made Hannibal laugh.
“How did you know he thought you were lying?” Hannibal asked curiously.
“His face. He frowned. His eyes. He just didn’t believe me, but you did,”
Templeton said thoughtfully but then held his head with both hands.
Hannibal was stunned at how good the kid was able to read people already at his
young age. But he needed rest. They could talk more tomorrow. “I think you need
some sleep, young man. And I do too. Good night.” He grabbed the door handle,
paused and turned, “Oh, and to you it’s John, not ‘major’, okay?”
“Okay, Ma…John,” Templeton corrected himself, “Good night and…thank you.”
“You are welcome.”
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