Fic: Give Me Something To Believe
Author: Cherrycokerocks
Pairings: Lita/Randy, Melina/Nitro, Edge, Mickie, Candice, others
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: R
Warnings: None really.
Spoilers: None really, set after 06/11/07 Draft.
Summary: He wasn't supposed to get involved, it was only for a bet.
Authors notes: Slightly tweaked answer to PRScatterbrain's challenge which can be found over that the litafics LJ community. Set in June 2007, after the draft has taken place. I made my own adjustments to the rosters as I saw fit. Lita is still with the WWE and has just been drafted back to Raw from Smackdown where she went with her on screen boyfriend, Edge when he won the title from The Undertaker. Repost as I'm hoping to start this one up again.

"And the winner of the match and new WWE champion, the Legend Killer, Randy Orton." Randy Orton looked into the mirror in his locker room and smirked. Life was sweet for him right now. Tonight he'd won the WWE title from John Cena. Granted he'd known it was going to happen for about a week now and he'd only been given another run with the belt because Cena was injured, needed surgery and was going to be out for six months. But right now Randy didn't care. Right now, the only thing that was important was Randy was the new champion and that meant party time. And this was not going to be any old party. Oh no, this was going to be the party to end all parties.

"Oh get over yourself, Orton," a voice said from behind him.

Randy jumped slightly at the sound of the voice. He'd been so busy looking in the mirror that he hadn't even heard the door open, "What are you doing here?"

The other occupant of the room stepped forward, "What? I can't come in here and congratulate you on your win?"

Randy smirked, "You've already done that earlier, Princess."

"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't call me, Princess."

Randy turned around to face the woman, shouldering his new title as he did so, "I'm sorry … Princess."

The woman smiled brightly, "You're so dead, little brother."

The third generation superstar rolled his eyes, "You're only thirteen months older than me, Melina."

"You're so easy, Orton."

Randy shrugged, "Well duh, but what's that got to do with anything?"

This time it was Melina's turn to roll her eyes, "It that all you think about?" She held up her hand before he could answer, "On second thought, don't answer that. I really don't want to know."

He smirked at his half sister, "And just how to you plan of stopping me if I feel the need to share?"

Melina stepped closer to him, "I could always kick you in the balls. I think that would keep you quiet. Make sure you didn't or couldn't share anything."

Randy physically cringed, "You wouldn't really do that to me, would you? Where is the brotherly love?"

The current women's champion was now standing directly besides him, "Just keep your mouth shut and we won't ever have to find out."

"Was there something you wanted? I'm a busy man."

She shot him a look of pure amusement, "So I see, looking at yourself in the mirror must really take it out of you."

"Whatever, look you're still coming to my party at the end of the month right?" Randy asked, quickly changing the subject.

Melina sat down on the bench that was next to them, "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Johnny's coming too."

"That's great Mel, the more …"

"You can brag too," Melina finished for him.

Orton frowned, placing his title belt on the bench next to Melina, "Why would you say that? I was going to say the more the merrier. I want all my friends to help me celebrate. I haven't had a main title for a few years."

"Cut the bullshit Rand, this is me you're talking to. None of the people invited to your party are your friends. They are your co-workers, people you want to brag to, rub it in their faces that you're the champ and they aren't. Hell, you don't even like half of them. Tell me I'm wrong?"

As much as he wanted to, Randy couldn't. All the things Melina had just said were true, so very true. He hated it when she was right but he could let her win that easily, "I have friends here."

Melina looked up at him sadly, "Name one? And I don't count."

He shot her a wounded look, "You're not my friend?"

Reaching out she grabbed his hand, giving it a tight squeeze, "I'm your only friend, Randy. I'm also your sister, it's kind of my job to like you."

The St Louis native shrugged his hand free, "I have friends here, Mel."



"And I say to you again name one. I'm not trying to be a bitch here, Randy. Really I'm not."

"Could have fooled me," Randy muttered before he sat down next to her, "Edge … Edge is my friend."

"Edge? Are you kidding me? Edge is not your friend. For starters, you wouldn't be calling him Edge if he was. Edge is your former tag team partner, nothing more, nothing less. Anybody else you want to throw in there or are you just going to admit defeat now?"

"Candice." Randy knew mentioning Candice was a low blow but he hoped it would take his sister's attention anyway from the fact that he was, just as she'd pointed out to him, friendless.

"You really had to bring her up that bitch didn't you?" The amount of backstage heat the two divas had was well known, they just didn't get along at all. "And anyways, even that slut's not your friend she only wants to fuck you."

"Hey watch your fucking mouth."

Melina smiled at him, "Watch your fucking mouth too and stop trying to change the subject. I'm still waiting to hear this friend of yours name."

Randy ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Melina really wasn't going to let this one go, "Okay fine, you win. I have no fucking friends. Are you happy now?"

"Of course I'm not happy, I don't want you to be friendless, Rand. All I'm saying is somewhere down the line you made that choice. As long as I've known you, you've always been the same. Hell, when I started hanging around backstage you thought I was trying to get into your pants."

Randy made a face, "Ew, don't remind me. How was I to know Dad was leading a double life with your mom?"

"Was being the operative word as soon as he found out she was pregnant he ended things. Don't forget about that," Melina said bitterly.

"I know, Mel. I'm sorry."

The diva sighed, "You have nothing to be sorry for Randy. You didn't even know I existed and you've been nothing but nice to me since you found out. I just don't understand why you won't let anybody else in."

"Can't you just drop it? I have you, I don't need anymore friends."

Melina raised an eyebrow, "Don't need or can't get?"

He puffed out his chest, "I'm Randy Fucking Orton, I can get anybody I want to be my friend."

"Care to put your money where you're mouth is?"

Randy flashed his trademark smirk, "What do you have in mind, Mel?"

She twirled a few strands of her long dark hair around her finger, "A little friendly wager, say five hundred bucks … just to make it interesting, of course."

"Of course," Randy echoed.

"My five hundred bucks says you can't have a new best friend by the night of your party. And if you cheat and pay somebody to do it, you have to pay double."

For the second time that night, he shot her a wounded look, "Cheat? I don't need to cheat. I can have anybody I want as my best friend. Just you wait and see."

"I'm sure you will, Randy." Secretly, this was a bet she didn't mind losing especially if it meant her brother finally letting somebody else fully into his life even if it cost her five hundred bucks, it would be worth it. She glanced at her watch, "Shit," she cursed softly. I gotta go, Johnny will be wondering where I am."

"Text me when you get back to the hotel, okay?"

She kissed his cheek, "Don't I always?" Quickly, she rubbed off the lipstick mark she'd just left on her brother's face. Apart from her boyfriend Nitro, nobody else knew that Melina was Randy's sister and that was the way they wanted it to stay.

"Well yeah, I'll see ya tomorrow, Mel."

"Goodnight Randy." Melina left his locker room quickly leaving the Legend Killer by himself once more.

Deciding it was about time he left too, Randy pocketed his cell phone and placed his title inside his hold all. He reached around and picked up his jacket and then the bag, now all he needed was his suitcase and he was all set. Once he'd retrieved that too, he headed out into the hallway. It was pretty deserted from what he could make out. As he walked towards the car park to get back to his rental, he noticed Lita coming towards him.

"Hey, have you seen John?"

Randy smirked, "Last time I saw him he was flat on his back and I was on top."

The redhead smiled at him, "You might want to rephrase that Orton. People could get the wrong idea." With that, she side stepped passed him, heading back into the arena.

Orton made a face and turned around to face her retreating back, "That's not what I meant, I was pinning him for the title."

Lita didn't stop, "Well, duh," she shouted as she disappeared around the corner.

"Whatever," Randy muttered as he continued towards his car. As he walked, he thought about how he was going to spend the rest of the evening. It didn't take him long to decide. 

He'd just do the usual, head to the hotel bar, pick up a ring rat and have himself a damn fine time. He was Randy Orton, he didn't need a best friend, he didn't need anybody.