A/N: I know there's a story called 'Ratty Corduroy to the Rescue' by TheatreNut16; and yes, the plot seems way too similar to be coincidence, but I actually did have the idea of 'what if Callahan tried to screw Elle?' pop up into my head one day. I was actually kind of excited to find out there was a fic that actually had this prompt at first, until I realized it wasn't finished. So, I decided to finish the story myself. From what I can tell, the plot for RCttR was Elle nearly gets screwed, then they sue her, and shit goes down with the Brooke Windham trial, blaaaah- And I thought, "Eh, might as well continue with that. Kinda."

I digress from my actual intentions however. I plan to finish this and make it pretty long. Lots of Elle x Emmett and Vivienne and Elle BFF-ness. Anyways, let's roll-

WARNING: Attempted Rape. Pretty graphic shit. This story is rated M for a reason, man.

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"Ms. Woods, could I have a word?"

Elle turned around and straightened her skirt. "Of course." She turned back to look at Emmett. "I'll catch up with you in a second." Emmett nodded, and gave her a small grin. She smiled back.

She walked towards Callahan and rubbed her hands in giddy excitement. "Thank you, Professor Callahan, for what you said before. It means a lot."

Callahan crossed his arms. "Well, you deserved it. But don't tell the other law students I said so." He chuckled, his perfect lawyer teeth showing in friendliness rather than in hostility, unlike at her first day in class. "I do have a scary reputation to uphold." She laughed with him. He's not so bad after all, she thought.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me!" She grinned with him to return the warmth. Callahan patted the spot on top of the table and beckoned her to sit. "Here," he called, propping himself on the desk. Elle smiled again.

"But I do really appreciate the opportunity to work with you," she said. "I have learned so much."

He took off his glasses and tucked them under his arm. "What you've learned isn't the point. You've got instincts. And instincts, legal or otherwise, can't be taught." He leaned forward. Elle's heart leaped with pride and a sense of worth. "Trust your instincts."

Callahan lunged forward and grabbed Elle by the jaw. He crashed his lips against hers, rough and sex-driven. She pushed herself off of the table, trying to get away from him, anger and pain and betrayal rushing through her all at once, filling her senses and making her freeze. Immediately just after he stepped back, she slapped him as hard as she could. There was a ringing in her ears she couldn't control, and everything was foggy and muffled.

He chuckled grimly, and his appearance changed from a hard-shelled professor to something evil, more vile, something that could've come out of a fairy tale. A look of fear flashed in Elle's eyes, before Callahan took a step forwards in her direction. She backed away, unaware that she was cornering herself in the office.

"I thought," he growled, "you were smarter than that."

There was complete and utter silence as he stared her down, Elle feeling her heart break and shatter into a million pieces on the floor.

"Is this the only reason why you gave me the internship?" she whimpered. Her back hit the wall, and he grabbed the lapels on her blazer and laughed. He stared into her eyes, standing straight and menacing. She felt like something was stuck in her throat and she wanted to gag it out, wanted to cry and scream and kick, but she was too afraid. Her face felt filthy; she wanted to tear her face off, feeling like she was tainted and poisoned.

"It's been nice working with you, Ms. Woods," he chuckled. He leaned in close to her face, Elle feeling him breathe down her neck. "It's a shame you don't know what's good for you. We might've avoided this situation altogether."

His lips grazed down her neck, and he sunk his teeth into her skin, making Elle sob out in pain. He took his right hand from her shirt and covered her mouth, pressing hard enough to the point where she could feel her teeth digging into her lip and drawing blood. His other hand pressed down on her chest, pinning her between him and the wall, as she desperately tried to push away and claw at his arm. Callahan kept pressing kisses against her skin, biting and nipping at her neck, sucking bruises and hickeys into the flesh. She kept sobbing, "Help me!", but no one could hear her except him. He fiddled with the buttons on her blouse, as she tried to grab his hand from tearing off her shirt. He pressed his pelvis into her thighs to stop her from kicking, which only elicited more screams, though they were muffled through his palm.

What is happening what is happening what is happening whatishappening- is all she heard, panic filling her ears and eyes, forcing itself out of her mouth. Screaming, begging, whimpering- she didn't know what to do. Her head felt light but her body felt heavy, and she kept frantically looking around the room for some sign that this wasn't real, that she was just having a nightmare, that she was actually being praised for the skills she worked so hard to achieve and that all she had done was worth it-

Callahan grew impatient and ripped the fabric of her blouse, popping off the buttons of her blazer through the process. The sudden force knocked down Elle and made her slide down onto the floor, making her vulnerable to Callahan's attack. He smirked, and crouched down to look at her, helpless and afraid. She was whimpering like a wounded animal, her arms blocking her face and chest. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled, tilting her head towards him. She was trying to scream, but only high pitched pleas came through, her voice hoarse and gravelly, her savior not arriving. He let go and grabbed her arms, his grip so strong blemishes began to form on her skin through the fabric. He placed his knee between her thighs and kissed her again just as she was about to cry for help.

Elle shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut, afraid to look at him. She wanted to pretend he didn't even exist. She wasn't even sure if she was thinking or breathing for that matter, and yet she could feel everything and nothing at the same time. She tasted the blood in her mouth, but didn't choke. She felt bruises on her neck but she didn't wheeze. She felt herself exposed, the air around them warm and cold at the same time, but all everything felt like was as if someone blurred out the picture and made the outlines fuzzy, so that all the colors and voices mixed, and you couldn't tell which was which.

"Please," she begged, tears falling out of her eyes and down her cheeks. That too, she couldn't feel. "I thought-"

Callahan pinned her arms above her head with his left, and grabbed her face with his right. "Keep begging," he grinned, those lawyer teeth showing again, but this time they looked sharp, like an animal. Like a shark. "It adds to the dumb blonde look." He grabbed her throat, choking her and subduing her words. She tried scratching at his hands once more, but gave up when she couldn't breathe.

A sob broke out of her, wet and sad. His hand pressed sharply against her forearms, sharp jolts of pain shooting through her body, but she felt nothing; only numbness. She tried once more, screaming a feeble 'help me', but her voice was too weak, only a whisper coming out. Callahan fumbled around, looking for the zipper on her skirt, pulling the tag down when he felt the cold metal. He shrugged it down to her calves before ripping it, finally falling off of her legs. Exposed. He forcefully spread her legs open, a leg pinning one side down while his free hand was trying to push her other leg apart.

"You're not the first, you know," he growled. "But you are going to be one of the prettiest."

Just as he was about to put his fingers on her thighs, the office door burst open, Vivienne and Warner shocked into anger. Warner immediately lunged for Callahan, grabbing his shoulders and tearing him off of Elle. Vivienne went for Elle, kneeling next to her as Warner wrestled Callahan to the ground.

"Elle-! Oh my god…," Vivienne whispered. Elle's arms dropped to her sides as she gasped for air, looking slump and near death. She opened her eyes and Vivienne was hit with her look of dejectedness. Elle looked to stare at Callahan.

"Get your hands off her!" Warner roared, pulling Callahan towards him. The older man grunted as he tried to punch him. He dodged, and pushed Callahan against a bookcase, throwing dirty punches into his jaw and kicking him. By the time Warner had stopped, his knuckles were bloody, and Callahan had been knocked out, limp and unconscious, fallen on the floor. He stood up and gave a final kick into the professor's thigh, forcing out a grumble of pain from Callahan.

"Vivienne," Elle croaked, before she launched herself into her arms. She sobbed while her chest shook with pain. Vivienne clutched the blonde tightly as Warner stared at the scene. "I'm calling Emmett," he stated, before leaving the room to give the girls some space.

"Elle," Vivienne hushed. "It's okay, Warner's calling Emmett. Shh…" She ran her hands up and down her back while she sobbed.

"It's- hic- not okay!" she feebly wailed. "Calla- hic- han, he-"

"Stop. You can tell me later when everyone gets here."

Elle cried even harder. Warner came back into the room, his tie loosened and his hair ruffled from the fight. There was a tear in the arm sleeve of his blazer jacket. He sighed.

"God, and I trusted that jerk!" he gritted. "Fuckin' asshole." He cleared his throat. "Emmett is on his way. He's at Elle's dorm."

Vivienne looked at him. "Give me your jacket. She's barely got anything on." Her voice broke off. Warner took off the jacket with no hesitation, and draped it over Elle's shoulders. She was still crying.

"Viv," Elle repeated, her words gritty and hoarse like sandpaper. Vivienne cringed inwardly, looking at her in pain. Oh god, Elle. Oh god.

"Elle," she said, her voice firm. "Elle, Warner knocked Callahan out, he's not gonna hurt you now."

Elle looked broken and angry, but what really scared Vivienne was how weak she looked. The girl she knew was fierce and determined, happy and motivated. This, this was not Elle Woods. This was a shell of the girl.

"Guys? Where's Elle-" Emmett burst into the office, out of breath and sweaty, his eyes landing on Elle. She looked up from Vivienne's chest with red watery eyes.

"Oh my god," Emmett breathed, similar to Vivienne's reaction. He then saw Callahan's limp body nearby. "Elle?"

He crouched down next to her, Vivienne letting go to let him hold her. He shakily held her arms and stared at her face. Smudged makeup, smeared lipstick, a bruise under her jaw, and a purple blush forming on her neck. Bite marks dug into her skin. Bruises on her thighs. Oh god.

Elle didn't look up to see his face, but stared down into her lap. She didn't want him to see her like this; not this way. She was still crying.

Emmett pushed her into his chest, engulfing her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist. He kissed her forehead and firmly clutched her. "Oh god, Elle, are you okay? Oh fuck-"

Another sad sob was squeezed out of her. He kissed her again, cradling her head. He pressed his lips into the crown of her hair, repeatedly kissing her hairline. "Elle, hey, hey sweetheart, I'm here, you're safe, you're safe, I-I'm here, I'm not gonna let anyone touch you-"

Emmett looked towards Vivienne. He looked afraid. "Don't tell me Callahan-" he uttered, but Vivienne stopped him.

"Warner pulled him off of her just before he was about to."

She observed Emmett, and her heart broke for him. He was running his hands through her hair, whispering comforting words against her skin. He's in love with her. Why did it have to go like this?

Vivienne stood up and looked away, staring at Callahan. "Bastard," she whispered. She looked back to Elle. "We should take you to a hospital," Vivienne said. "Leave Callahan here." Warner nodded in agreement. Elle sniffled into Emmett's chest, breathing in his smell. He kissed the top of her head.

"Wanna go to the hospital?" Emmett whispered into her ear. Elle shook her head. She couldn't bear the thought of nurses and doctors staring at her right now. He frowned. "Please, Elle. For me. Just a check-up to make sure you didn't break anything." After a moment, she nodded begrudgingly. He helped her as she got up on her feet and tied Warner's jacket around her waist. He placed his arm around her shoulders, gesturing to the other two with a nod of his head.

Vivienne and Warner left to retrieve his car, while Emmett stayed behind. Elle crossed her arms across her chest, trying to retain what little decency Callahan left her with. Emmett saw this, and shrugged off his blazer and put it over her shoulders. She pulled it around her body tightly.

"I'm so sorry you have to see me like this," she said, wiping her tears away with her fingers. He gently placed a hand on her face and wiped them away with his thumb.

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault." He swallowed, and sighed. "Dammit, it's my fault, if I had just stayed-"

She hugged him again. "You've already done so much," she mumbled into his shirt. "I don't know if you could do any more."

Vivienne cracked open the door and told them Warner was outside with his car. Just before they left, he grabbed the torn skirt from the floor, knowing it would be useful evidence later. He placed his hand on her back and guided her out of the building, trying to leave as fast as they could and getting away from the wretched place. Elle exhaled a long held breath after finally sliding into the backseat with Emmett. Vivienne sat in the passenger seat next to Warner.

"You okay?" Warner asked, looking into the rear view mirror. "I mean, as okay as you can be right now." Elle nodded, and clutched at Emmett even tighter.

The car ride was quiet, only Elle's sniffles and occasional shaky breaths broke through the Top 40 Hits radio station that Warner had on, though Vivienne finally did turn it off halfway through the ride. Emmett drew soothing circles in her back, fingers tangling with her messy blonde hair dropping down her shoulders. Vivienne texted Enid about what happened, with Enid replying with questions about Elle's wellbeing, and general worry and shock. She looked back and felt her stomach drop again at the sight of her usually happy friend looking so broken.

"Callahan hit on me," Elle blurted. Emmett stiffened. Vivienne swore she felt Warner almost hit the brakes.

"He what?" both men said. "Can't believe the asshole," Warner grumbled as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. Emmett just stared at her.

"H-he kissed me," she continued, "then he backed me up a wall and grabbed me, and- and he-"

Tears silently ran down her cheeks and pooled at the bottom of her jaw. "He said there were others. He said it wasn't his first time, but I was going to be one of the prettiest." She stopped herself from going back into hysterics, taking slow breaths. "That was before you guys came and stopped him," she said to Vivienne. The brunette sadly smiled, thankful that they got there in time.

"We saw him through the window just as Warner was bringing back his coffee," Vivienne said. "Thank god Warner tackled him and beat the living shit out of him." Elle meekly laughed, but her smile dropped almost immediately.

"Others," she whispered. She looked up to Emmett. "God, how many are there?"

He ground his teeth together. "He probably made it up," he lied. "We'll fix it, we'll fight it."

She looked at him pitifully. "I wish I could believe you."

Emmett stroked her hair and rested his lips on her temple. She stopped crying, but her chest still leapt every once in a while. He looked at the state of her and felt something inside of him want to throw up. She deserves better. She deserves so much better. He repeated it in his mind, like pledge for vengeance. His grip tightened around her, determined not to let her go. She deserves better. She deserves so much better.

They stopped in front of the nearby hospital. Emmett walked Elle up to the ER entrance while Vivienne sat in the car with Warner. She sighed.

"I'll stay here with them," Vivienne said. "Emmett's gonna need some support. It's affecting him almost as much as it's affecting Elle."

Warner sat there for a moment, then said, "Fine. Call me when you're ready to be picked up. Emmett and Elle too."

She left the car and ran to catch up with the two. It was going to be a long night.