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a/nCan you believe it? I have written a Hardy fic! Its unbelievable! But supply and demand, and all that! Its not your average Hardy fic though so it is still worth the read if you don't like them (I don't)
*Flashback*
To the casual observer she was a young woman struggling to open her door. Her flustered, worried expression could be credited to lack of time or some other inconsequential reason. As for the pause on opening the door, taken as she leant against it and took a deep shaking breath,that could have been just relief the door finally opened. Only she would know that she had been praying the door would fail to open, to give her an excuse to avoid the issue that desperately needed addressing. Despite Amy's sweet reassurance she was still scared stiff. She finally entered, quietly clicked the front door shut and proceeded to tip toe across her open plan flat, towards her bathroom, which was open just enough to see the her boyfriends bare back, bent over the bath. She paused a moment to take in the soft, pale skin turned towards her and inwardly groaned, How could she turn his world upside down? She began to creep closer. As she reached the doorway she paused, leaning against the frame, and she heard the sound of his voice, barely audible over the sound of the water rushing from the taps. At first she thought that he was singing to himself or maybe composing poetry out loud, things he was prone to doing. However the longer she stood there she realised the sounds that were entering her ears, Was a one sided conversation, and that he held in his hand a cell phone. "Okay sugar, Yeah, I'll see ya tomorrow.Yeap I can't wait either" With this he ended the call and rose from his seat on the bath. He turned to finish undressing and caught sight of his girlfriends back hastily walking away from him. When he called her back he saw an undeniable hint of fear in her eyes, though she wore an emotionless mask for an expression. He immediately knew there was something wrong, not something trivial either "Babe?" he asked worriedly, wondering what caused her to be so upset. Momentarily he wondered how much she had heard from his phone conversation, but if she had too much, she wouldn't be this upset would she?
June 6th - After Smackdown
Charity Fallow checked her watch and muttered angrily. She knew enough about the WWE and its employees to know how long it took for them to get ready and leave, but her intended associate was still nowhere to be seen. Another smug rookie walked past and shot her an arrogant smile. She flipped him the finger and gave him a look that could kill at ten paces 'Why do they all think I'm a groupie?' She asked herself, looking down at her attire. Sure, she wasn't dressed like a slob but really! She hugged her long black coat around her, shivering slightly, not from cold but from boredom. She mentally willed him to get his ass out here, anxiously checking for other less savoury appearances. She heard the sound of heavy, quick footsteps behind her and she simultaneously spun round and jumped back. He barely even glanced at her before he said "I don't do ring rats!" and made ready to go. She laid an soft hand on his arm and replied "Good, neither do I" she spat "and I'm offended you would even suggest it!" This caused him to look up at her and a look of deep-seated recognition appeared on his face. "Charity? What are you doing here?"
"I need to speak to you"
"Weren't you with those bratty."
"Were, past tense"
"Would explain why haven't seen you in so long, Why aren't you.?"
"That's another story for another time" she muttered "So, what can I do for you?"
"I have a proposition for you, and before we get back where we started its not that kind of proposition!" She replied. At this point another superstar walked up past them, making sure to keep away from them, or moreover, him. Charity sighed "Can we discuss this somewhere more, discreet?" She asked "I don't want them to know I've been here! Too many questions" "Erm, do you live in town?"
"Nah, I'm here specially, staying in a hotel, made sure it was the same one as you!"
"In which case, let me offer you a lift there!" The Undertaker grinned and started the engine of his rented Harley. Charity smiled back and swung her leg over the back of the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist.
At the hotel in Charity's room
"I'm trying to think how long it is since I've seen you, seems like years!"
"6 months"
"So, why'd ya leave?"
"We split!"
"What you and."
"Yeah, it's complicated and I'd rather get this sorted first, then we can discuss other stuff!"
"Kay"
"I know you like to be alone and Valets have never really been in the picture but I saw his actions against you on Raw and you seem the perfect person to help me get revenge" at this point Charity's cheeks flushed a little "And you know how much I adore you anyway" she said shyly. Taker knew Charity's obsession with him, as her boyfriend used to take the piss mercilessly about it. Truthfully Taker had always liked Charity and found her obsession endearing. Which was the only reason he hadn't told her to F off at the arena, anyone else and he would have said that he didn't need them. He still wanted to know why Charity wanted to hurt a person she had loved so dearly, and she wanted to hurt him so much. He cast a sideways glance at her, which she caught and smiled at him. "In time" she said simply, as if reading his mind. Charity yawned and Taker realised just how tired he was himself "I should go, we can decided the details on Monday"
"Uh-huh I'll see you there" she smiled as he got up and left. She watched his back disappear and allowed a sigh of pleasure to escape her lips. "Bad Charity" she scolded herself as the door clicked shut "Purely business" though she knew through experience that she wouldn't be able to keep it like that in her mind. This had been the reason she almost hadn't gone through with it. She knew Taker of old and could never keep her mind on anything while he was around, well, one thing even though she had known how much it hurt her poor.but no he wasn't her poor anything anymore, just a problem who had to be dealt with. She grimaced at the thought and rose to pull on her Pyjamas, well her oversized Deadman Inc. T-shirt that she'd had for over a year. She crawled into the big warm inviting bed and collapsed welcoming sleep to come and take her.
DREAM
Charity was happily strolling down a long beautiful beach, it looked Caribbean with white sand and a crystal blue ocean that lapped gently at her bare feet. She wore a long, thin breezy white dress with a piece of thin net wrapped over her shoulders. The corny likeness to some film or average dream sequence made her shudder and laugh at the same time. She knew that any minute her prince would come up behind her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and she couldn't help wonder who it would be. Sure enough she soon felt strong warm arms around her and the rough stubbly feel that she remembered from some time ago. "What are you doing her?" She asked turning to face him. 'Obviously not your average dream' she thought "I'm here to wash away your doubts about joining Taker"
"Why do you want me to hurt you?" "Its the only way" He said pulling off her shawl, net thing and dropping it in the ocean, before pulling her close "The only way" He repeated before kissing, her lightly on the lips, then deepening it. As she responded though he pulled away and smiled at her "Do it!" he whispered and then ran off down the beach, the other way. As she watched his back disappear she noticed for the first time that he too was dressed in loose white, as she registered this thought she awoke, and found herself back in the hotel room. "The only way?" She asked the empty room "What the Screw?"
Who is the mystery boyfriend? (As if you don't know!) Oh well pleas review anyway peeps! I'll love you forever if you do!
a/nCan you believe it? I have written a Hardy fic! Its unbelievable! But supply and demand, and all that! Its not your average Hardy fic though so it is still worth the read if you don't like them (I don't)
*Flashback*
To the casual observer she was a young woman struggling to open her door. Her flustered, worried expression could be credited to lack of time or some other inconsequential reason. As for the pause on opening the door, taken as she leant against it and took a deep shaking breath,that could have been just relief the door finally opened. Only she would know that she had been praying the door would fail to open, to give her an excuse to avoid the issue that desperately needed addressing. Despite Amy's sweet reassurance she was still scared stiff. She finally entered, quietly clicked the front door shut and proceeded to tip toe across her open plan flat, towards her bathroom, which was open just enough to see the her boyfriends bare back, bent over the bath. She paused a moment to take in the soft, pale skin turned towards her and inwardly groaned, How could she turn his world upside down? She began to creep closer. As she reached the doorway she paused, leaning against the frame, and she heard the sound of his voice, barely audible over the sound of the water rushing from the taps. At first she thought that he was singing to himself or maybe composing poetry out loud, things he was prone to doing. However the longer she stood there she realised the sounds that were entering her ears, Was a one sided conversation, and that he held in his hand a cell phone. "Okay sugar, Yeah, I'll see ya tomorrow.Yeap I can't wait either" With this he ended the call and rose from his seat on the bath. He turned to finish undressing and caught sight of his girlfriends back hastily walking away from him. When he called her back he saw an undeniable hint of fear in her eyes, though she wore an emotionless mask for an expression. He immediately knew there was something wrong, not something trivial either "Babe?" he asked worriedly, wondering what caused her to be so upset. Momentarily he wondered how much she had heard from his phone conversation, but if she had too much, she wouldn't be this upset would she?
June 6th - After Smackdown
Charity Fallow checked her watch and muttered angrily. She knew enough about the WWE and its employees to know how long it took for them to get ready and leave, but her intended associate was still nowhere to be seen. Another smug rookie walked past and shot her an arrogant smile. She flipped him the finger and gave him a look that could kill at ten paces 'Why do they all think I'm a groupie?' She asked herself, looking down at her attire. Sure, she wasn't dressed like a slob but really! She hugged her long black coat around her, shivering slightly, not from cold but from boredom. She mentally willed him to get his ass out here, anxiously checking for other less savoury appearances. She heard the sound of heavy, quick footsteps behind her and she simultaneously spun round and jumped back. He barely even glanced at her before he said "I don't do ring rats!" and made ready to go. She laid an soft hand on his arm and replied "Good, neither do I" she spat "and I'm offended you would even suggest it!" This caused him to look up at her and a look of deep-seated recognition appeared on his face. "Charity? What are you doing here?"
"I need to speak to you"
"Weren't you with those bratty."
"Were, past tense"
"Would explain why haven't seen you in so long, Why aren't you.?"
"That's another story for another time" she muttered "So, what can I do for you?"
"I have a proposition for you, and before we get back where we started its not that kind of proposition!" She replied. At this point another superstar walked up past them, making sure to keep away from them, or moreover, him. Charity sighed "Can we discuss this somewhere more, discreet?" She asked "I don't want them to know I've been here! Too many questions" "Erm, do you live in town?"
"Nah, I'm here specially, staying in a hotel, made sure it was the same one as you!"
"In which case, let me offer you a lift there!" The Undertaker grinned and started the engine of his rented Harley. Charity smiled back and swung her leg over the back of the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist.
At the hotel in Charity's room
"I'm trying to think how long it is since I've seen you, seems like years!"
"6 months"
"So, why'd ya leave?"
"We split!"
"What you and."
"Yeah, it's complicated and I'd rather get this sorted first, then we can discuss other stuff!"
"Kay"
"I know you like to be alone and Valets have never really been in the picture but I saw his actions against you on Raw and you seem the perfect person to help me get revenge" at this point Charity's cheeks flushed a little "And you know how much I adore you anyway" she said shyly. Taker knew Charity's obsession with him, as her boyfriend used to take the piss mercilessly about it. Truthfully Taker had always liked Charity and found her obsession endearing. Which was the only reason he hadn't told her to F off at the arena, anyone else and he would have said that he didn't need them. He still wanted to know why Charity wanted to hurt a person she had loved so dearly, and she wanted to hurt him so much. He cast a sideways glance at her, which she caught and smiled at him. "In time" she said simply, as if reading his mind. Charity yawned and Taker realised just how tired he was himself "I should go, we can decided the details on Monday"
"Uh-huh I'll see you there" she smiled as he got up and left. She watched his back disappear and allowed a sigh of pleasure to escape her lips. "Bad Charity" she scolded herself as the door clicked shut "Purely business" though she knew through experience that she wouldn't be able to keep it like that in her mind. This had been the reason she almost hadn't gone through with it. She knew Taker of old and could never keep her mind on anything while he was around, well, one thing even though she had known how much it hurt her poor.but no he wasn't her poor anything anymore, just a problem who had to be dealt with. She grimaced at the thought and rose to pull on her Pyjamas, well her oversized Deadman Inc. T-shirt that she'd had for over a year. She crawled into the big warm inviting bed and collapsed welcoming sleep to come and take her.
DREAM
Charity was happily strolling down a long beautiful beach, it looked Caribbean with white sand and a crystal blue ocean that lapped gently at her bare feet. She wore a long, thin breezy white dress with a piece of thin net wrapped over her shoulders. The corny likeness to some film or average dream sequence made her shudder and laugh at the same time. She knew that any minute her prince would come up behind her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and she couldn't help wonder who it would be. Sure enough she soon felt strong warm arms around her and the rough stubbly feel that she remembered from some time ago. "What are you doing her?" She asked turning to face him. 'Obviously not your average dream' she thought "I'm here to wash away your doubts about joining Taker"
"Why do you want me to hurt you?" "Its the only way" He said pulling off her shawl, net thing and dropping it in the ocean, before pulling her close "The only way" He repeated before kissing, her lightly on the lips, then deepening it. As she responded though he pulled away and smiled at her "Do it!" he whispered and then ran off down the beach, the other way. As she watched his back disappear she noticed for the first time that he too was dressed in loose white, as she registered this thought she awoke, and found herself back in the hotel room. "The only way?" She asked the empty room "What the Screw?"
Who is the mystery boyfriend? (As if you don't know!) Oh well pleas review anyway peeps! I'll love you forever if you do!