SINS OF THE DAUGHTER

A/N: I do not own or make any profit off of the Airwolf name or any of the characters involved within. My stories are for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: This is a sequel to my first Airwolf fanfic, VIOLATIONS. I'm not sure where this one is headed other than I know that Angelica Horn will be back to avenge her father's capture. Basically, we'll enjoy this ride together! Please let me know as we go along if you are enjoying the story, the muse loves reviews

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Chapter 1

"Nooooooo!" Cait sat up and screamed out in her sleep as she tossed and turned fighting violently with the blankets that seemed to be holding her down. "Stop, please stop!"

Hawke was immediately awakened from the couch in front of the fireplace in his cabin. Throwing back his covers he quickly rose and bounded up the steps two at a time to the loft bedroom where Caitlin was sleeping.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing Caitlin by the shoulders, he tried the best he could to calm her down. "Caitlin, wake up…it's me, Hawke. You're all right." He said as he lightly shook her trying to wake her from the nightmare.

"Let go of me!" Caitlin screamed as she tried desperately to break from his hold.

"CAITLIN!" he shouted firmly as he leaned in even closer to her face and tightened his hold on her.

The loud and stern tone to his voice seemed to reach through Cait's nightmare and she suddenly stopped fighting as she slowly climbed back into consciousness. "Hawke?" she said lightly as she wakened and tried to focus in on him.

"Yeah, it's me, baby. I'm here. You were having another nightmare." Hawke pulled her closer as he wiped some of the tears from her face.

"Oh, God, Hawke…it was so real. It was Carver all over again. I couldn't get him off of me, I couldn't get away," she cried as she collapsed exhausted into Hawke's embrace.

"I know, Cait. But I'm here now, Carver's gone and you're safe. I promise you. I won't let anyone ever hurt you like that again." Hawke slowly stroked her red hair as he tried his best to soothe her and slow her racing heartbeat.

It had been a long three weeks since Caitlin O'Shannessy had been raped by one of John Bradford Horn's men at Horn's instruction in a bid to gain control once again over both Stringfellow Hawke and Airwolf. The Airwolf team, along with some help from Michael Coldsmith-Briggs or Archangel as he was known in the spy world, had finally been able to bring down and capture both Horn and Carver, the man who had raped Caitlin, but the effects of the ordeal had understandably been lasting for her.

If anything good at all had come of the whole Horn incident it had been that Hawke had finally found the courage to profess his love for Caitlin. After Horn's arrest, Hawke had told Caitlin he wanted her to come back to stay with him at his cabin for as long as she wanted. Of course, in his mind he was hoping it was a permanent arrangement but with all that Caitlin had been through, he knew better than to push too hard. For now, he was just happy to have her near, where he could keep an eye on her and keep his promise to keep her safe. In his mind, Hawke felt more than partially responsible for what had happened to Cait and he was going to find a way to make it up to her if it took the rest of his life.

As much as he wanted to move their relationship forward, Hawke was making sure to take things slow, giving Cait time to heal both physically and emotionally from the rape. Therefore, he had insisted on her taking his bed while he slept on the couch every night. He longed to hold her in his arms through the long, dark, mountain nights but realized that she would have be the one to make the first move, when she was ready. He didn't mind, he would wait for her, no matter how long it took.

"Oh, Hawke," Caitlin said as she pushed herself out of Hawke's arms so she could look him in the eyes. Something about those steel blue eyes of his that others often called cold somehow always made her feel safer. "I thought things were getting better, I hadn't had a nightmare in 3 nights, and now they're back."

"Caitlin, Dr. Gray said they would probably return. It's only been three weeks, you got to give it some time," he said gently as he moved beside her in the bed and put his arm around her waist, pulling her protectively into his side.

Caitlin had started seeing a psychiatrist, Dr. Carolyn Gray, to help her deal with the effects of being a rape victim. She had resisted the idea at first but at String's encouraging, she had agreed to the counseling.

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we were planning on going to the hangar in the morning. If you're not ready, we can wait a few days," Hawke offered. The rape had taken place in the Santini Air hangar and Cait had not been back since the day it happened. As much as she loved being with Hawke at his cabin, Cait had asked him when they could go back as she was beginning to miss Dom and work. She felt she needed some normalcy back in her life. After clearing it with Dr. Gray at her previous session, Hawke had finally agreed to take her in the morning.

"No, Hawke, I need to go. I want things to start to get back to normal. I can't hide away like a scared little girl for the rest of my life."

"No one thinks of you like that Caitlin. We love you and we all understand you need some time. No one's going to blame you if you need a little more." Hawke leaned over and lovingly kissed her on the top of her head. "Anyways, I've kinda liked having you all to myself," he said with a mischevious smile.

"Yeah, I've been a whole lot of fun what with my nightmares keeping you up at all hours of the night and crying fits that happen out of nowhere. Not to mention all of these cuts and bruises that make me look just hideous. I'm sure I've been a real joy," Caitlin said as she looked away from Hawke in embarrassment.

"Hey," he answered back as he lightly took her chin in his hand and turned her head so she would have to look at him. "You are the most beautiful and strong woman I know and no cuts or bruises or tears could ever change that. I love you, Caitlin O'Shannessy, and theirs is no place on this earth I would rather be than here with you right now. You got that?"

"I don't deserve you, Stringfellow Hawke," Caitlin said as she reached over and put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me?" she asked tentatively.

"Cait, are you sure?" he asked as his heart began to race just a little faster. It was what he had wanted since he brought her back to the cabin but had dared not ask.

"More sure than I've ever been of anything in my life. I need you to kiss me and hold me in your arms tonight. Don't go back to the couch, okay? I need to feel what real love is again, " she pleaded as she moved even closer in to him.

Tilting his head, Hawke slowly lowered his lips onto hers. What started out as a gentle and tender kiss soon became passionate for both of them. A hunger that had been building for a long time, even long before the Horn incident of three weeks ago was finally being satisfied. Although he knew that Cait still had a lot of healing to do, Hawke sensed his days of sleeping on the couch were over.

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It had been two weeks since Angelica Horn had been advised of her father's arrest. She had heard the details of what he had done to Stringfellow Hawke and that red haired bitch that had him ensnared in her claws. She wasn't remorseful for her father's actions, or even that her father was now imprisoned in solitary confinement in some remote prison probably never to see the light of day again, only that he hadn't completed the job and had Caitlin O'Shannessy killed when he had the chance.

"I will not make that mistake," she thought to herself as she stared at her image in the mirror. "I'm twice the woman that she ever was and Hawke knows that. He just needs a little reminder."

Finishing her makeup with a quick swath of red lipstick across her voluptuous lips, Angelica Horn picked up the phone extension on her vanity table.

"Andrew, get the chopper ready. I'm going to Van Auys."

TBC…