Title: Healing
Rated: M
Summary: Set after A nice place to visit. Alternative ending. The team don't get back in time to stop Deke Watkins breaking in. They arrive back to find the house broken into and Deke raping Amy. Afterwards Amy struggles to cope and turns to Hannibal with a very personal request to help her heal.
Warnings: Rape, (m/f) Violence, consensual het sex Amy/Hannibal
Disclaimer: I do not own the A Team, but I like to have fun with them, (oh do I wish I could have my own kind of fun with them!). Not beta read. Comments welcome. Please be kind, this is the first time I have ever written anything!

Chapter 1

'Darlin open up'. Deke Watkins shouted loudly thumping at the door with his fist. Running from the kitchen to the doorway of the living room, her heart pounding against her chest, Amy Amanda Allen or Triple A as she was sometimes known, could feel the tears beginning to form in her eyes. 'Guys get back soon please' she silently prayed to herself. Summoning all of her courage she took a deep breath and shouted out to the doorway 'Get out of here'. He shouted back at her 'Open this stinking door'. Afraid, she could see that he was pushing the door hard and it was beginning to give way. She ran to the door and started to pull the small table over it, just as Deke pushed his way through and grabbed at her shoulder, pulling at the sleeve of her green blouse. Panicking, she elbowed him in the shoulder, then looking round, she saw the coffee pot on the table. Instinctively, she picked it up and threw the contents in his face.

She started to pull the table across door again silently praying to herself 'please guys, please come back'.Before she could comprehend what was happening, the glass in the back door shattered. Leaving the table where it was, she ran into the kitchen to find Harold Watkins fumbling for the door lock. She spotted the fire extinguisher on the wall and sprayed it in his face. Satisfied she heard him cry out in pain and move away.

Turning back towards the living room, she felt a sharp pain as something struck her hard across her face. Stumbling backwards she grabbed the worktop to steady herself and looked up to see Deke Watkins towering over her. She could see the sweat forming on his stubbled chin he was so close to her, the musty smell of his dirty chequered shirt mixed with stale booze made her feel sick. She shuddered as she felt his eyes roaming over her body. He grabbed at her arm, roughly yanked her up and dragged her into the living room, throwing her onto the couch.

From where he threw her, Amy could see the front door was pushed open, splintered at the side where it had made contact with the table. Her stomach sinking, she realised in her haste to stop Harold breaking in at the back, she hadn't pulled the table properly across the door allowing Deke to break in at the front. Harold entered the room still rubbing his eyes. 'Deke, where's the other one, the widow woman' he asked. Amy looked at them her eyes pleading, terrified for Trish. 'Don't hurt her, please, she's pregnant' she begged.

Deke leaned over her. Amy could feel his stale breath on the side of her face. He curled one finger around her hair, and she felt cold inside as he whispered in her ear. 'Oh Sweetness, 'I haven't come here to play with a pregnant woman, me and you are gonna spend some quality time together'

He straightened up looked at Harold and told him 'Go and find her, lock her up, then go back to the gas station and see if the others are back'. Amy's heart sank as she watched him leave. A few seconds later she heard Trish cry out in fear and then the footsteps on the stairs. Looking up she watched as Harold pulled Trish roughly into the front room. 'Amy' Trish cried out trying to get to her. Harold grabbed her arm and dragged her back towards him. 'I'll lock her up in the barn, and give you two lovebirds some time alone' he grinned. Trish gasped, her face white with shock. 'No, get out of my house' she cried struggling against his grip.

'Trish, I'll be fine, don't give him any trouble and I promise they won't hurt you'. Amy spoke quickly and watched as Harold led Trish away, pulling the front door shut behind them. Hoping the guys would get back soon, she wrapped her arms protectively around herself and scooted to the other end of the couch.

'Now Darlin that's not very welcoming, is it, come here', he leered. She cried out as he grabbed at her arm. Pulling free of his grip she jumped up and fled to the doorway trying to get out of the house but he was to fast for her. Grabbing her from behind, he pushed her on to the floor pinning her down with his own body weight. She struggled under him futilely but he was too strong for her.

'Now baby trying to run away isn't very nice, not when I came all this way just to have some fun' he said. She looked up at him in fear, unable to stop the tears forming in her eyes. She pushed up against his chest trying push him off her 'Get off me you bastard, somebody help please' she sobbed.

Sickened she could feel his erection pressing against her. She could barely breathe as he kissed her roughly, crushing her lips with his, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. He pulled at her blouse ripping it off her. Repulsed, she tried to cover her chest with her arms and kept struggling, trying to free herself.

He stopped kissing her and grinned down at her and said. 'Oh yeah darlin, keep wriggling, just like that, I like it'. 'Your sick' she shouted back at him 'Get the fuck off me'. She cried out in pain as he slapped her hard across the face.

He roughly pulled off her bra, exposing her breasts. She could feel the bile rising in her throat as he grabbed at her breasts cruelly twisting her nipples. Through the pain, she shouted out in desperation 'Guys, anybody, please help me'

'Oh baby, nobody's comin, its just the two of us' he grinned evilly at her before crushing her his lips onto hers again. She froze as he started to pull at her shorts and tried to move her legs so that he couldn't get to her but he was too strong for her. He yanked at the waistband of her shorts, she could feel the pain in her stomach as his fingers dug into her flesh. Ripping the buttons he pulled them off her quickly until she was left wearing only a thin pair of white lace panties.

Pinning her arms down to her sides he looked her up and down appreciatively. 'Pretty, pretty, pretty, I'm looking forward to having some of that' he leered at her. She took her chance and raised her knee fast catching him hard in the groin. He moaned and rolled off her, his face contorted in pain. She jumped up and tried to run up the stairs hoping to lock herself in a room until the guys came back. She made it half way up when she was grabbed roughly round the waist and pushed face forward onto the stairs. Deke yanked her hair back and growled in her ear 'Your gonna pay for that you little bitch, I'm gonna tear you up'.

With that he dragged her up to Trish's bedroom, kicked the door shut and threw her on to the bed. She immediately tried to move the other side but again he was to fast for her. He grabbed her and pulled her towards him, so that he was stood in between her legs, leaving her no where to move. He hit her again hard and wrapped his hand around her throat pinning her down.

Truly frightened now, she gasped for breath desperately clawing at his hand trying to pull it off her neck. She couldn't stop him from forcing his other hand in between her legs, her panties providing no barrier against his rough hard fingers. She gasped in pain and swallowed deeply, trying to stop herself from throwing up as Deke forcefully pushed his fingers inside her. He grinned at her 'Oh baby you feel good and tight, I'm gonna enjoy fucking you apart '. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them. 'Mmm you taste good too sweetcheeks'.

Summoning the last of her strength she lifted her arms and scratched him hard across his face scratching his eyes and catching him off guard. He jumped backwards loosening his grip around her neck. In one last act of desperation half sobbing she cried out as loudly as she could, 'Hannibal, Guys, where are you, help me please'.

Deke quickly recovered from Amy's surprise attack. Furious, he ripped her panties completely off her and viciously hit her across the head. The last thing Amy Allen felt before passing out into unconsciousness was the searing pain between her legs as Deke Watkins forcedly penetrated her.