Title: Hot Water
By Billy
Summary: Quick Pick – Hot Water- Amy tries to relax.
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team and I've not made a penny from this; I just do it for the jazz!
February 2009
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With a heavy sigh, Amy sank into the bath, the bubbles up to the brim. She'd used the whole little complementary bottle of bubble bath. She'd waited until last, letting the guys take their showers. Now the bathroom was hers and she had an hour. Hannibal said they were taking a breather from the van, stretching their legs, so they'd booked a motel room to have a couple of hours to freshen up and get some food.
She'd dreamt about this moment, sitting for hours on end in the van. The guys probably didn't get it, but she just wanted to feel clean, refreshed again.
Relax.
Peace and quiet.
Escape from the four of them and their bickering.
She loved them all dearly, but sometimes the way the four of them would wind each other up became tiresome. She just wanted some quiet time, to sit and reflect on her own thoughts.
And it gave them time without her, where they didn't need to watch their language, watch their manners in front of a lady. She knew they needed that too.
She relaxed, resting her head back against the bath and closing her eyes, listened to the bubbles fizzle.
Calm.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened.
"Murdock!" Amy gasped, splashing water and bubbles over the side of the bath with her sudden movement to cover herself up and dip further into the water.
"Oh... Uh, um, sorry. Shit, I forgot," he said, the door slamming as he hastily exited.
She glared at the door. The moment was lost. Now she knew the bathroom lock didn't work, there was no way she'd be able to relax.
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