WWE Fic: Immune (3/?, 12a)
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kyiziImmune
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The WWE and all related items do not belong to me; only the story is mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Distribution: Please ask.
Characters: Lita, HBK, Triple H
Spoilers: All current storyline is fair game (as 13-Aug-06)
Feedback: Please, it makes me smile :)
Notes: Previous parts: | Part One | Part Two |
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Part Three
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She inhaled deeply as she watched them waiting behind the curtain. If nothing else, the last few months had helped her understand the two men a little more, had helped her realise that they were passionate about more than just their careers; they were passionate about friendship. It was their bond that made them great, whether it was as enemies or friends they connected on a level that most people just couldn’t understand. They had a connection, a spirit that was larger than anything else she had seen in this business. She had thought she’d had that once, she’d been part of a team, but that had all fallen apart. She wondered if that was what made her so hesitant to even contemplate joining them.
Things had changed, though. Slowly. They had let her in and she, in turn and without even realising it, had done the same in return. And she truly hadn’t even realised it, not really, it had grown slowly and surprised her suddenly. She’d arrived at the hotel lobby that morning, stepped out of the elevator, and smiled as Shawn handed her a cup of her favourite coffee, complete with the right amount of sugar and the right syrup. It had hit her at the same time as Hunter handed her a banana muffin and tried to pretend he hadn’t baked the damn thing himself.
They knew her.
They had let her into that connection they shared and it hadn’t ruined their own dynamic. She always felt, deep down, that that was why Team Xtreme had fallen apart; because she had joined and had tried to find a place in an already established team. It had been hard, but she’d thought they’d succeeded until it all fell apart. That was when she realised that she’d just been ignoring the cracks. This time it was different; she hadn’t been trying, it had just happened. And, surprisingly, she didn’t just trust it, she liked it. She liked them and, more surprising than anything, she truly believed that they liked her.
She hadn’t given them an answer yet. It was her final night on the show and she had yet to tell them one way or another and they were still waiting at the curtain. They were still planning to do what they had promised, even though the night was almost over and it must have looked as if she was going to turn them down. They were still going to make the two men who had continually hurt her pay for what they had said and done. Edge and John Cena were about to pay the price and it didn’t even seem to matter to DX that she hadn’t joined them, because she had just realised that she was already a part of them, contract or no.
“Hey,” she said softly, walking slowly towards the stairs.
“We were wondering if you were gonna show,” Triple H said and she smiled.
“So was I.”
“You know we’re gonna make ‘em pay even if you say no, right?” the showstopper asked and Lita nodded.
“I know.”
“Okay.” Shawn took a moment to look her up and down, pleased to see that she was dressed in a pair of almost-baggy jeans and a large Def Leppard hoodie. She looked young and free and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any make up just made her look like the Lita they had got to know. “You don’t have to tell us, Lita. We’re gonna introduce ‘em to the nearest hospital. It’s enough that you know it’s for you.”
“You guys are just big saps,” she said, chuckling.
“Yeah, this entire scene was a bit girly, really, wasn’t it?” Hunter said, frowning. “I might have to introduce Edge to my sledgehammer to balance it all out.”
Shawn smirked. “So what d’ya do after you’ve spent the entire weekend in an apron and a stupid white hat? Build an entire shed?”
“Funny.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who plays golf.”
“I’m suddenly feeling the need to introduce you to my sledgehammer.”
“Only if it’s gonna buy me dinner first,” Shawn said with a wink.
Lita laughed. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“Anytime,” Hunter said. “…for what?”
“For reminding me that not all guys want something and that it’s okay to just be myself.”
“Oh, we do want something,” Shawn said.
“Yeah, I’m just trying to get you into bed, did I not mention that?”
“You’re such a dork,” Lita said with a smile.
“I think I’m insulted. I was being serious. You, me, and a lot of sweaty nakedness.”
“And he wonders why he’s still single. I, at least, intend to buy you flowers before I seduce you into bed.”
“Yeah, flowers…wouldn’t wanna make her feel cheap.”
“Lots of flowers,” Shawn added.
“Clearly you’re trying to kill her then. She’s allergic.”
“Not to sunflowers,” Shawn said, smacking Hunter on the back of his head. “This guy’s an idiot.” Noting the expression on the redhead’s face, he frowned. “Lita?” They glanced at each other. “You okay?”
“Jeff Hardy is the only person who’s ever bought me sunflowers,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.
“And that’s bad?” Hunter asked, glancing at Shawn as if to ask ‘I’m not going to make her cry, right?’
“Matt bought me roses every Valentine’s Day, and Edge always bought me daffodils.”
They both frowned and spoke in unison, something that always amused her. “Were they trying to kill you?”
Lita took a deep breath and smiled. “I’ve made my decision.”
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TBC…
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I wasn’t so sure about this version of Hunter and Shawn to begin with, but my muses insisted and I have to admit I’m growing to like them a lot! ;)
I still haven’t decided what pairing (if any) I want for this fic, so feel free to start suggesting.
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The WWE and all related items do not belong to me; only the story is mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Distribution: Please ask.
Characters: Lita, HBK, Triple H
Spoilers: All current storyline is fair game (as 13-Aug-06)
Feedback: Please, it makes me smile :)
Notes: Previous parts: | Part One | Part Two |
~x~x~x~x~x~
Part Three
~x~x~x~x~x~
She inhaled deeply as she watched them waiting behind the curtain. If nothing else, the last few months had helped her understand the two men a little more, had helped her realise that they were passionate about more than just their careers; they were passionate about friendship. It was their bond that made them great, whether it was as enemies or friends they connected on a level that most people just couldn’t understand. They had a connection, a spirit that was larger than anything else she had seen in this business. She had thought she’d had that once, she’d been part of a team, but that had all fallen apart. She wondered if that was what made her so hesitant to even contemplate joining them.
Things had changed, though. Slowly. They had let her in and she, in turn and without even realising it, had done the same in return. And she truly hadn’t even realised it, not really, it had grown slowly and surprised her suddenly. She’d arrived at the hotel lobby that morning, stepped out of the elevator, and smiled as Shawn handed her a cup of her favourite coffee, complete with the right amount of sugar and the right syrup. It had hit her at the same time as Hunter handed her a banana muffin and tried to pretend he hadn’t baked the damn thing himself.
They knew her.
They had let her into that connection they shared and it hadn’t ruined their own dynamic. She always felt, deep down, that that was why Team Xtreme had fallen apart; because she had joined and had tried to find a place in an already established team. It had been hard, but she’d thought they’d succeeded until it all fell apart. That was when she realised that she’d just been ignoring the cracks. This time it was different; she hadn’t been trying, it had just happened. And, surprisingly, she didn’t just trust it, she liked it. She liked them and, more surprising than anything, she truly believed that they liked her.
She hadn’t given them an answer yet. It was her final night on the show and she had yet to tell them one way or another and they were still waiting at the curtain. They were still planning to do what they had promised, even though the night was almost over and it must have looked as if she was going to turn them down. They were still going to make the two men who had continually hurt her pay for what they had said and done. Edge and John Cena were about to pay the price and it didn’t even seem to matter to DX that she hadn’t joined them, because she had just realised that she was already a part of them, contract or no.
“Hey,” she said softly, walking slowly towards the stairs.
“We were wondering if you were gonna show,” Triple H said and she smiled.
“So was I.”
“You know we’re gonna make ‘em pay even if you say no, right?” the showstopper asked and Lita nodded.
“I know.”
“Okay.” Shawn took a moment to look her up and down, pleased to see that she was dressed in a pair of almost-baggy jeans and a large Def Leppard hoodie. She looked young and free and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any make up just made her look like the Lita they had got to know. “You don’t have to tell us, Lita. We’re gonna introduce ‘em to the nearest hospital. It’s enough that you know it’s for you.”
“You guys are just big saps,” she said, chuckling.
“Yeah, this entire scene was a bit girly, really, wasn’t it?” Hunter said, frowning. “I might have to introduce Edge to my sledgehammer to balance it all out.”
Shawn smirked. “So what d’ya do after you’ve spent the entire weekend in an apron and a stupid white hat? Build an entire shed?”
“Funny.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who plays golf.”
“I’m suddenly feeling the need to introduce you to my sledgehammer.”
“Only if it’s gonna buy me dinner first,” Shawn said with a wink.
Lita laughed. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“Anytime,” Hunter said. “…for what?”
“For reminding me that not all guys want something and that it’s okay to just be myself.”
“Oh, we do want something,” Shawn said.
“Yeah, I’m just trying to get you into bed, did I not mention that?”
“You’re such a dork,” Lita said with a smile.
“I think I’m insulted. I was being serious. You, me, and a lot of sweaty nakedness.”
“And he wonders why he’s still single. I, at least, intend to buy you flowers before I seduce you into bed.”
“Yeah, flowers…wouldn’t wanna make her feel cheap.”
“Lots of flowers,” Shawn added.
“Clearly you’re trying to kill her then. She’s allergic.”
“Not to sunflowers,” Shawn said, smacking Hunter on the back of his head. “This guy’s an idiot.” Noting the expression on the redhead’s face, he frowned. “Lita?” They glanced at each other. “You okay?”
“Jeff Hardy is the only person who’s ever bought me sunflowers,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.
“And that’s bad?” Hunter asked, glancing at Shawn as if to ask ‘I’m not going to make her cry, right?’
“Matt bought me roses every Valentine’s Day, and Edge always bought me daffodils.”
They both frowned and spoke in unison, something that always amused her. “Were they trying to kill you?”
Lita took a deep breath and smiled. “I’ve made my decision.”
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TBC…
~x~x~x~x~x~
I wasn’t so sure about this version of Hunter and Shawn to begin with, but my muses insisted and I have to admit I’m growing to like them a lot! ;)
I still haven’t decided what pairing (if any) I want for this fic, so feel free to start suggesting.