Epilogue

November 11th 1993

In his hand Face clutched a faded photo. It was now over twenty years old and looking worse for wear, but you could still clearly see him and Murdock standing with their arms around Rachel and Maureen by the Huey.

Today he was surrounded by smiling donut dollies helping the visitors at the dedication of the Vietnam Women's Memorial. Somewhere in the crowd, he knew Hannibal and the others were searching, too.

Seeing a lady in a donut dolly pale blue dress not engaged in a conversation, Face straightened the black tie of his own uniform. "Excuse me, Ma'am." He waited for her to turn to look at him then delivered a gracious smile at her. "I know it's a long shot, but do you recognize either of these women?" He handed the photo over.

"Oh my! That's my sister Rachel," the lady said with her hand over her mouth. "That's you isn't it?" She pointed at the picture of Face in his fatigues having just turned twenty.

He nodded, smiling. "Is she here? I'd really like to see her again."

"Yes, yes, come this way."

Face eagerly followed the donut dolly. As soon as Rachel saw him she rushed over and threw her arms around him. He reciprocated with his own embrace.

"Lieutenant Peck, Templeton, I can't believe you're here," Rachel said when she finally let him go. "What about the others?"

"The whole team are here, we wouldn't miss today for anything," Face replied, taking his green beret off and looking at her properly. "You still look beautiful." The years really had been kind to the woman he thought about every Christmas.

Rachel blushed, dropping her gaze. "I've never forgotten that Christmas. I must tell the story a hundred times every year. The day I spent with the infamous A-Team." She laughed with a teasing head shake. "And you all made the story more interesting each year, but surviving a firing squad...I don't think even my family believed that part."

"Yeah, one day I'll have to write a book," he chuckled, running his hand through his hair. The media had sure made a big deal about the team's adventures since Vietnam, not that he minded now. Distracted, he scanned for the other men, they'd all want to see Rachel.

"Do you know what happened to Laken and Binh? I think about them so often," she asked, bringing his focus back to her.

Face's grin grew. "We got them out. Laken is in LA working at a restaurant the team co-owns."

Rachel caught his hand with an excited gasp.

"Binh is in med school, training to be a Doctor," he continued, proudly.

Rachel's eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, and thank you for my most memorable Christmas." She stood on tiptoe and lightly kissed his cheek while squeezing his hand tightly. "How about you? I know you've been pardoned but how are you?"

Face turned to look over his shoulder. He spotted Hannibal and Murdock approaching in the distance, side by side, both grinning with BA scowling a step behind. Then he smiled at a small pretty woman with her arm around a young boy. She beamed back while boy's bright inquisitive blue eyes shone from his angelic face.

Face's heart skipped a beat the way it always did when he saw them, he hoped he'd never get used to it, the perfection that made his life complete. They were the two most important people in his world and they gave him the peace he'd craved all those years ago.

Leading Rachel gently by the hand, Face moved towards them. "Rachel, I'd like you to meet my wife and son."

Fin