Note- This is a story that I felt inclined to write after seeing the A-Team in theaters. This scene takes place a few hours before Hannibal and BA rescue Face from the desert. Hope you like it.

Face

I am brought to consciousness when somebody slaps me across the face. Hard. I reach up to rub my cheek, discovering that I can't move my arms. Or my torso. Or my legs. The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the desert. It's dry and bare. And if the beautiful weather keeps up, my face will soon be melting off.

The second thing I notice is the ugly creep standing in front of me. He has this odd mustache thing on his upper lip, and is looking at me intently. He smiles slowly, and looks at the man behind him.

"He's awake " he screams, and about seven other Mexicans come out of a barn to the right of me. The barn is kind of beat down, and the paint is crusting off.

"That bitch must've been tired," says a man holding a bat. Fuck. What's up with people and baseball bats?

"He had to have been tired if he was banging Paulo's wife " he screams back, and the entire place erupts with laughter. I can't help smiling. I'm so good.

The laughter dies out when a man who I'm assuming is Paulo walks out. He looks pissed. I let a snicker pass through my lips. His eyes dart to my face, and he approaches me slowly. It's not until he kicks the leg of the chair I'm sitting on that I realize why I can't move. Stupid bastards tied me to a chair. Naked other than the robe I'm wearing. Oh, haha, funny, they tied me to the chair with my clothes.

Paulo holds out his hand behind him, and the man with the bat tosses it to him. I let my head loll to the side, and exhale noisily.

"Come on man, you're gonna beat me to death with a bat? That's not very creative. How about, let's say, a cow? Well, no, I don't see any cows around here, but I'm sure it would hurt just as much if you threw fat bastard over there at me," I say, nodding to a man who has quite an impressive keg hanging over his belt. The bat raises, and my nerves get to me, making me laugh before the bat even makes contact with my jaw.

When the bat connects with my jaw, the impact knocks my head to the left, and I smile broadly.

"That was a good one. That was a really good one. Good job. But swing a little harder this time or I won't enjoy it as much," I wink at him, making him clench his jaw. He inhales deeply, as if concentrating, and swings again. At this point I'm laughing so hard I'm crying. Paulo's a big guy, tall, built. You know, the ideal macho man. He hasn't said anything since I've met him, but when he does, my jaw drops to the ground.

"You stupid bitch. I can't believe you were screwing my wife," he says, and his voice is so high that I'm stunned for a moment, and then I burst into hysterics.

"You…you have…oh Christ! I can't even…..good Lord…you have a beautiful voice!" I say in between chokes of laughter.

Red creeps up his neck and his eyes go wide with fury. The bat lifts again, and this time when it comes down, it connects with my cheek bone. Luckily I'm smiling, so it cushions the blow… a little…

"Oh," I snicker, "that was awesome. Oh man, that hurt," I say, laughing hysterically.

"Hmm," he grunts, and the bat lifts once again. I cringe inwardly, but smile broadly.

I hope that you enjoyed! Please review! Thanks.

~Aub