Disclaimer: Nothing that is recognizable, belongs to me.
Spoilers: Nope
Rating: PG
Main Characters: Lita, Victoria, Molly Holly, Stacy Keibler and others.
Summary: An innocent survey circulating through the Diva's locker room, leads to an interesting turn of events.
Notes: Surprisingly, not too much to say; only that Lita's pregnancy never happened. I apologize in advance if some people slip OOC, but just give it a chance, and please review.
Lita and Victoria let out identical groans of annoyance as Stacy Keibler burst into the Diva's locker room. It wasn't that they were annoyed at the vibrant appearance of their friend, far from it. It was just that, with this being the first of the month; both Diva's knew what was coming..and so they just sat back awaiting the inevitable.
"Look what I have!" Stacy beamed at the two, holding up a magazine.
"Let me guess," Lita began, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. "It's the brand new issue of Cosmo?"
"How'd you know?" Stacy blinked at the redhead, but shook it off quickly. "Guess what!"
"There's a quiz in there, that'll tell us who our perfect man is?" Victoria rolled her eyes, exchanging a look with Lita before she turned her attention back to Stacy. "Stace, please. I have had enough of those stupid things."
Stacy huffed, "For your information, it's not a quiz. It's a survey." She plopped down between the two, opening the magazine on her lap. "See?"
Lita shook her head at the blonde, sweeping red locks from her face. "Whatever, Stace. Same difference. Either way, count me out." She smiled primly, moving from the bench to dig through her duffel bag.
"Oh come on.." Stacy sent a pleading look between the other two. "Just this once?"
Victoria raised a brow, her head tilting at the blonde. "You said that last time Stace..and the time before that and the time before that."
"Please." Stacy all but begged, pouting playfully to the two. "If you take the survey, I'll carry your stuff for a week."
The redhead peered up from her bag, sending a look to the dark haired diva. Hazel eyes glinted slightly, before she hesitantly nodded. "Make it a month and you've got yourself a deal."
The tall blonde frowned then, but soon realized there was no other way for them to co-operate. Instead she nodded, digging through her own bag for a pen. "Do either of you have some paper?"
Victoria rolled her eyes, smirking to the blonde. "Of course Stace, I always keep office supplies with my wrestling gear."
Stacy huffed, while Lita giggled innocently. She removed her ring gear from her bag, setting on the floor before she glanced to the blonde. "I have my script from last week..or you could use the one from this week. It's garbage anyway."
Stacy waved it off, digging through her own bag. "I'll just go bug the arena staff. Someone must have something." She hopped up from the bench, declaring brightly that she would return shortly. For their parts, Lita and Victoria shook their heads resuming their pre-RAW preperations.
x
The door swung open minutes later, but to their surprise..it wasn't Stacy who appeared in the doorway. Lita indiscreectly raised a brow, while Victoria's mouth formed an 'o'. The two however, shook it off soon enough; both sending a casual nod to Molly Holly. Tension curtained the locker room for a moment, as Molly looked over to the two. It wasn't that she didn't like them but at the same time it wasn't that she really liked them. As it were, Trish and Carmella were becoming more buddy buddy with each passing second; Molly's comments on the RAW diva search hadn't put her high on Christy's list of friends -- not that she really cared -- and Gail, well Gail was gone. For her part, Lita frowned lightly, wondering why there really was such a cause for tension between herself and Molly. At any rate, the redhead cleared her throat; settling on the floor to stretch.
"Molly," She stated evenly, hazel orbs watching on as Molly sought out her locker. "Um.."
"Look," Molly turned then, tossing her duffel bag inside the locker. "We don't have to pretend, okay? Its obvious you two don't like me, so just go about your way and pretend I'm not here."
The redhead's brows furrowed, Lita arching a brow before she replied. "I don't know where that came from, but if you want it that way? Fine."
Molly just shook her head, turning back to her locker.
The three went about in their own seperate worlds, and more than likely would have if Stacy hadn't re-appeared moments later. She returned brandishing a stack of lined paper in one hand and pencils in the other. She infomed them all that one of the stagehands had the goods, barely noticing the third presence in the room. When the blonde finally noticed, her brows raised in surprise before she offered a tiny smile to Molly.
"Um, you want to take this survey with me, Li and Victoria?" The blonde sent a wary look to the brunette, very aware of their past.
Molly just raised a brow, sifting through her duffel bag. "And why would I want to do that? Or is this your way of extending the olive branch to the frumpy, downtrod diva." She shook her head in spite of it all, her eyes blinking rapidly.
From the corner of her eye, Lita could see the frustration that Molly had, and the slight sadness within her features. She sighed then, leaning her arms sideways to stretch her sides.
Stacy near stammered over her response, finally replying. "Well, it's just that..we still have some time to kill before the pre-show meeting." She shrugged slightly, settling back on the bench.
"Besides," Lita peered up through strands of red at the short haired woman. "Stacy here will carry your stuff for a week if you do. Whadya got to lose?"
Molly's brow furrowed slightly at that, the woman inwardly responding. 'Only my dignity, but that's already been stripped anyway.' Instead she just shrugged, "Ah, what the hell. Just what is this survey about anyway?"
Stacy quite beamed, ignoring the question for now to thrust pieces of paper and pencils at the other three. In the end, it was Victoria who answered; a wry smirk crossing her lips when Molly groaned. As it were, once they were all ready with pencil and paper; Stacy took a seat on the bench with the open magazine at her side.
"Okay," The tall blonde cleared her throat, looking between the other three. "This survey is about our co-workers..the male ones to be specific. So, get those pencils ready!" The blonde offered no further insight on the particulars of the survey, so intstead the four set about their task.
x
Amidst the giggles and groans at the proposed questions; thirty minutes later found all four just finishing up. Lita sent a quick glance to the clock before she informed them all that they had five minutes before the pre-show meeting. And, when the final question was answered by the four; Stacy cleared her throat to gather their attention.
"So, does anyone want to share?" The blonde sent a hopeful look around the room, tossing the magazine back in her bag. "We don't have to, just wondering.." She added when no one showed any signs of sharing.
"Even if I wasn't aware that this was high school, what with this lovely quiz about our secret crush." The redhead drawled sardonically, arching a brow at the well meaning blonde. "I really don't want to share, considering that..we have to be at that dumb meeting soon."
Stacy's eyes darted between Victoria and Molly, and at their twin nods of agreement with Lita, she just sighed. "Okay..how about this then." She frowned thoughtfully, folding up the piece of paper in her hands. "Instead of us all telling each other, I issue a challenge."
Lita raised a brow, her curiosity peaked at one particular word. "And what are the grounds?"
"Well, if you choose to accept it.." Stacy sent a glance to the other two, making sure they were still paying some attention. "Your challenge is this; You have two weeks time to tell the guy that your survey answers revealed. I'm not saying you have to date him or anything. All you have to do is tell him."
Victoria rolled her eyes, stuffing the piece of paper in her bag. "That has got to be one of the lamest ideas you've ever come up with Stace."
Lita snorted, aptly stuffing her piece of paper in her pocket. "I'd hafta agree with Victoria..thanks, but no thanks."
For her part, Molly skimmed the piece of paper in her hands. "I don't know..I mean, it would be something out of the ordinary. And it's not like I have a throng of guys lining up at my door, not likely to happen anyway." She nodded firmly, tucking the piece of paper in her bag. "Count me in."
Lita blinked, along with Stacy at the apparent change in their fellow diva. Victoria's mouth hung open in shock, before she looked over to the blonde. "Sweeten the challenge, and I'll re-consider."
"Okay," Stacy stood, crossing the length of the locker room. "How about, the losers have to pay the winner. And maybe even add a bonus if say, the winner can get the guy to ask her on a date. We'll say $50 each for the basic challenge, and another $25 for the bonus?"
Victoria considered that, before she nodded as she also stood. "Then you can count me in too."
Stacy sent a look the quiet redhead, her hand grasping the door knob. "So, Li? Are you in or not?"
Lita's shoulders shrugged as she pushed off from the floor. "Give me until the show is over..then I'll let you know." She quirked a smile, sweeping her hair from her face.
Stacy simply nodded at that, finally opening the door to the locker room. However, all four stopped in surprise at the sight before them.
x
Victoria arched a brow at the two bouquets that greeted them, exchanging a wary look with both Lita and Stacy. For her part, Molly moved to head for the meeting when Lita reached for the bouqets. Hazel orbs skimmed the neat print on the tags, before her mouth opened to reveal their recipients.
"Hey Molly," Lita began, waiting until Molly turned to face her. "These are for you.." One hand extended a bouqet of mixed wildflowers; the shorter woman tenatively accepting the blooms.
"Who're the others for Li?" Stacy evenly prompted the now silent redhead. "Hello, earth to Lita."
"Huh?" Lita blinked out of her stupor, shrugging it off. "Read for yourself." She finally said, handing back the half dozen roses.
"Um, Li?" Victoria snatched the bouqet before Stacy could do otherwise, "These are for you."
Lita shrugged again, swinging her arms at her sides as they set off for the catering hall. "Yeah, and?"
"Don't you want them?" Stacy sent a curious glance to the redhead's back, looking to the roses in the raven haired diva's hand. "They're really pretty."
"One of you can keep 'em," She stated evenly her eyes roaming over the walls. "I really don't have the time for all that mushy crap right now. Besides, it's probablly just someone playing a joke at my expense."
Victoria and Stacy exchanged a look of disbelief, while eventually Victoria chose to carry the flowers. At any rate, the four continued their walk in silence; Molly and Lita leading the way into the catering hall. And, just when Molly was veering for another table, the redhead gently touched the woman's forearm. She nodded towards the table that Stacy and Victoria were now heading too, offering a small smile to the woman. For her part, Molly blinked before she wordlessly accepted the offer, trailing after the redheaded diva. And, once they were settled with the other two; the four sat back waiting for the meeting to begin.
After their tag team match, Lita and Molly made their way to the trainer's room. For, despite the fact that they were on opposing sides for the match; Molly didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry to follow after Trish Stratus. Instead, she walked in silence, keeping the slow pace set by the limping redhead. Once they had arrived, Lita gritted her teeth as she gingerly hopped up on the examination table. She tartly informed the trainer that she had landed wrong on her left ankle. Impatiently she replied to the trainer's questions while he checked the injured appendage for signs of swelling. When he found none, he simply informed the woman to ice it, and try and stay off it the rest of the night. Lita accepted the ice pack, humoring the trainer then by telling him she would do her best.
"Good match out there," Lita mentioned quietly as she and Molly slowly navigated the halls. And at Molly's small nod, the redhead added: "Maybe we should train together some time."
Molly allowed a rare smile, glancing sideways. "I'd like that actually. Thanks."
Lita nodded at that, tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear. "Just take it easy on me?" The redheaded diva joked. "Wouldn't want Eric to fire me for not being able to wrestle and all."
Molly smirked then, nodding easily to her fellow Diva. Because after all, if they couldn't wrestle..what could they do? Being reduced to mere eye candy for the male populace was definately not on her to-do list, and somehow Molly figured it was the same with Lita. Diva's like them..and like Victoria, Trish, Nidia, Jazz, Jacquline, Ivory and Gail. They were there to wrestle. The short haired woman thought that the WWE had royally screwed themselves, but in the end she was thankful that she didn't join them. At any rate, the two turned the corner; finding themselves in the hallway leading to the Diva's locker room.
x
Lita blinked as Jericho ducked out of the very locker room they were heading for, waving back absently when he turned to acknowledge the approaching pair. But, instead of questioning his presence she continued on. And, no sooner had she and Molly entered did Stacy and Victoria approach.
"So?" Victoria glanced in concern at the redhead, "What did the trainer say?"
"Well," Lita limped over to the bench, settling down to stretch her leg out. "It's not swollen, might be twisted but I'm supposed to rest and take it easy."
Victoria snorted at that, "And are you going to?"
Lita rolled her eyes, sweeping her hair from her face. "I'm thinking about it."
The raven haired diva arched a brow, "You really should stay in you know. I mean, what if you do end up spraining it? You'll be on the shelf for at least a month."
"Yeah, whatever." Lita shrugged it off, "I guess that means I won't be joining you two tonight then."
"We can always stay in," Stacy put in as she joined the three. "It's not a big deal."
"Sure," Lita nodded before sarcastically adding: "And we'll do each other's makeup, hair and nails, while we squeal like little girls about how hot and sexy so and so is."
Stacy smirked, "You know..that's really not a bad idea. I mean, why not?"
Lita only shook her head at that, sending a glance over to the now silent Molly. "Hey Molly? You have a roomie tonight?"
"Well, no actually I don't." Molly Holly replied honestly. "I was supposed to be rooming with Trish, but apparently..Carmella's taking my place now."
"Room with me and Lillian then," Lita invited evenly. "Stace is rooming with Vikki right next door to me anyway."
"I guess I could do that," Molly tentatively shrugged, wary about the change of heart. "I mean, I don't want to--"
Lita waved it off, "It's no biggie honest." She smiled then before she sent a look to Stacy. "What did Jericho want?"
"Oh!" Stacy beamed, turning to her locker to gather two bouquets of flowers. "He wanted to drop this off to you," She held out one bunch of daisies, while in the other she held another half dozen roses. "And these also came for you."
The redhead's eyes softened first at the well meaning gesture of her friend. A light hearted laugh escaping her when she read the tag. 'From one goofball to the other, happy un-birthday!'. And then her attention turned to the other flowers. Lita rolling her eyes at the blooms. "I'll hafta thank Chris later."
Victoria nodded then, thrusting the roses from earlier at the redhead. "Don't forget to put these in water later."
"Okay mom." Lita winked mischeviously to the raven haired woman. "So, I just need to grab a quick shower..there's two matches left before the night is through..Anyone up for leaving early?"
Molly and Victoria nodded in agreement, both divas also wanting to use the shower. However, before Lita could make her way to the shower, Stacy cleared her throat.
"Before we leave," Stacy began, zipping up her duffel bag. "Are you in or are you out?"
Lita's lips pursed together in thought, before she just shrugged. "What the hell, count me in."
Stacy all but beamed in triumph then, clapping her hands in glee. And, with one last roll of her eyes, Lita limped her way to the showers.
End Chapter.
Note: I do have pairings set for this fic, but no I'm not telling who it is yet. Anywho, leave a review and let me know what you think.