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Reasons Why by Raine Wynd (Adult)
Fandom: THE A-TEAM
Pairing: Amy Allen/Templeton 'Faceman' Peck
Length: 23, 021
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raine_wynd
Author Website: Raine Wynd.com
Why this must be read: Now, I'm generally not a Amy/Face pairing type of person but Raine pulled me in with this beautifully written story
The story opens with Amy still with the team before she leaves and then what she's done since she left the boys.
It's a slow build of the relationship between the two and the team is taken along for the ride. The story spans almost over a decade and you watch as Amy and Face dance between one another.
Friday morning, Amy awoke groggy and disoriented. She opened her eyes and winced as the sunlight shining through the window blinds hit her, and she realized she was in her apartment in LA.
A glance at her bedside clock told her it was ten-thirty. She also realized that the only thing she had on was the dress shirt she'd borrowed from Face months ago and a pair of underwear. She distinctly remembered going to the restaurant with the team; after that, she couldn't remember. She groaned as memory slowly came back to assault her. After the team had toasted her promotion, she'd gone with them to the small regional airport where Face had managed to secure a plane. It was a small corporate jet that was in the midst of being renovated in the interior, and therefore was just big enough for Murdock, Face, and herself. BA had been relieved to find out he wasn't going, as someone had to stay behind with the van, but he'd wished her well. Hannibal had elected to stay behind as well for the long drive back.
The resulting flight was anything but smooth. They'd hit a wall of storms along the way, and lightning crackled along the wings at times. After about an hour of flying, Amy had reluctantly agreed to the suggestion she sleep through the rest of it, since there was nothing else she could do. After a moment's further hesitation, she'd accepted the medical intervention to get her to sleep. Even though Face had halved the dose he normally gave BA, the sedative had still put her out faster and deeper than she'd expected.
Head pounding, she stumbled to the bathroom, where a glass of water sat ready, along with a sealed bottle of Tylenol and a note. She downed two of the pain reliever pills and the water, used the toilet, washed her hands, then read the note.
In Face's distinctive scrawl, it read: "Sorry, I stayed as long I could, but there are MP's watching your place."
The news didn't surprise her, and yet a part of her wished he'd been more willing to risk it. Hadn't their night together meant anything?
Even as she thought that, she sighed and rested her head against the cool tile of her bathroom wall for a moment. She knew if she'd been awake, she would have been shoving Face out the door, lest he be caught. Later, when her head stopped pounding, she was going to call him. She missed Face already.
Reasons Why
Pairing: Amy Allen/Templeton 'Faceman' Peck
Length: 23, 021
Author on LJ:
raine_wyndAuthor Website: Raine Wynd.com
Why this must be read: Now, I'm generally not a Amy/Face pairing type of person but Raine pulled me in with this beautifully written story
The story opens with Amy still with the team before she leaves and then what she's done since she left the boys.
It's a slow build of the relationship between the two and the team is taken along for the ride. The story spans almost over a decade and you watch as Amy and Face dance between one another.
Friday morning, Amy awoke groggy and disoriented. She opened her eyes and winced as the sunlight shining through the window blinds hit her, and she realized she was in her apartment in LA.
A glance at her bedside clock told her it was ten-thirty. She also realized that the only thing she had on was the dress shirt she'd borrowed from Face months ago and a pair of underwear. She distinctly remembered going to the restaurant with the team; after that, she couldn't remember. She groaned as memory slowly came back to assault her. After the team had toasted her promotion, she'd gone with them to the small regional airport where Face had managed to secure a plane. It was a small corporate jet that was in the midst of being renovated in the interior, and therefore was just big enough for Murdock, Face, and herself. BA had been relieved to find out he wasn't going, as someone had to stay behind with the van, but he'd wished her well. Hannibal had elected to stay behind as well for the long drive back.
The resulting flight was anything but smooth. They'd hit a wall of storms along the way, and lightning crackled along the wings at times. After about an hour of flying, Amy had reluctantly agreed to the suggestion she sleep through the rest of it, since there was nothing else she could do. After a moment's further hesitation, she'd accepted the medical intervention to get her to sleep. Even though Face had halved the dose he normally gave BA, the sedative had still put her out faster and deeper than she'd expected.
Head pounding, she stumbled to the bathroom, where a glass of water sat ready, along with a sealed bottle of Tylenol and a note. She downed two of the pain reliever pills and the water, used the toilet, washed her hands, then read the note.
In Face's distinctive scrawl, it read: "Sorry, I stayed as long I could, but there are MP's watching your place."
The news didn't surprise her, and yet a part of her wished he'd been more willing to risk it. Hadn't their night together meant anything?
Even as she thought that, she sighed and rested her head against the cool tile of her bathroom wall for a moment. She knew if she'd been awake, she would have been shoving Face out the door, lest he be caught. Later, when her head stopped pounding, she was going to call him. She missed Face already.
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