Fic: Viva Las Vegas

Author: And

Pairing: Lita/Christian, Trish/Edge

Rating: PG-13 for now.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to Vince and the WWE.

Summary: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, doesn't it?

Spoilers: None.

Notes: I started this in about August 2005 before Jay left WWE so he's obviously still there. AU all the way. I got the idea from watching the Vegas episodes of Friends. This is a repost for the first 7 chapters. Anything else after that will be new.

The first thing Lita realised when she opened her eyes was that she had the hangover from hell. The second was that she wasn't in her own hotel room and the third was she wasn't alone. She tried to lift her head to get a look at her companion but it hurt too much. Just how much had she had to drink last night? She tried to remember the events of the night before but drew a blank. That couldn't be a good sign.

She decided to try and sit up again. She pushed the palm of her hands against the bed and slowly got up to a sitting position. That was when she realised she was naked. This was worse than she thought. "Oh god," she whispered.

She turned her head to finally see who was in the bed with her. She slammed her eyes shut, this couldn't be happening to her. Of all the people for her to wake up with, it had to be him. She closed her eyes and opened them again quickly. She had hoped he would have vanished but he had not and from the look of him he was fast asleep. How could he sleep at a time like this?

She prodded him, "Wake up."

A grunt was the only reply she got.

"Wake up," she repeated, more loudly this time.

"Huh?"

He struggled to sit up and had this been a normal situation, Lita would have found his attempts amusing. However, this wasn't a normal situation, this was a disaster.

He raked a hand through his hair and blinked at her, "Lita?"

The diva rolled her eyes at him.

"What are you doing in my hotel room?" he asked.

"I really don't think this is your hotel room," Lita replied.

He looked around for a moment, "I think you're right. So, where are we?"

The redhead shrugged, "How the hell should I know?" She pulled the covers up a little higher. Red satin sheets, very romantic just not in this case.

"No need to bite my head off."

"I did not," she automatically replied.

"Okay, okay." He held his hands up in surrender.

That was when she saw it. A wedding ring. He was married? When the hell did he get married? Her jaw dropped.

"What?"

"When did you get married?" she whispered.

He looked at her like she was insane, "What the hell are you talking about? I'm not married."

"That ring on your finger says otherwise," Lita retorted.

He looked at his hands which were still up in the air, "Fuck."

Lita wasn't exactly sure what made her look down at her own left hand at that precise moment but she really wished she hadn't, for on her hand was a matching gold band, "Shit."

"What?"

She held her hand up for him to see.

"You've got to be kidding me," he replied, outraged.

"I wish I were," Lita said. "Do you remember anything about what happened last night?"

He closed his eyes and appeared to be thinking, "Last thing I remember is getting here and heading to the hotel bar. I think I remember seeing you down there but I can't be sure. Things are a little fuzzy."

"I don't even remember that much," Lita replied. Just how much had she had to drink last night? Enough to think marrying Jason Reso was a good idea, obviously.

"God, this is a nightmare," Jay stated.

Lita sighed, debating where to ask the question that just popped into her head. "Are you naked under there?"

He looked horrified at her, "Why did you asked that?"

"Because I'm naked and if you're naked I think we have another problem here."

"Then we have another problem because I'm naked," he confirmed.

"Oh shit."

"Exactly."

Lita glanced down onto the floor, in search of her panties. They weren't there. What was there was a trash can. After seeing the contents of which she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The only good thing was they had taken precautions. "There's a used condom in the trash can."

"Oh."

"Oh? Is that all you can say? We got married last night and had sex for Christ's sake. I personally think that warrants a bit more than an oh," her voice rose in increments until it bounced off the walls loudly.

"What do you want me to say? I've just made the biggest fuck up of my life? I think we both know that's true," Jay said bitterly.

Lita bit down on her bottom lip. She hadn't expected him to go that far. True, they didn't get along at all. Usually it only took them to be in the same room for longer than five minutes and they were bickering but for him to say marrying her was the biggest fuck up for his life was a little harsh even for him. She glared at him.

"What?" he snapped.

"Don't what me, Reso," Lita snapped back.

He suddenly pulled back the covers and got out of bed, mumbling something about he was going to be sick.

Lita ignored the fact he was now walking around naked and took the opportunity to slide back down into the bed and pull the covers over her head. Just what had she gotten herself into? One thing was for sure, she was never drinking again.

When she peeked out from under the sheets, she could hear him throwing up in the bathroom, "Lovely," she said to herself. She was still feeling queasy and the sound of Jay being sick really wasn't helping at all.

She decided to get out of bed and check on him but first she needed to find some clothes. She slid out of bed and glanced around the room. Clothes were scattered all over the floor. Black pants, a black jacket and a man's white dress shirt were joined by a white dress Lita didn't even remember owning. She walked over to the shirt and picked it up. That would have to do for the moment, there was no way she was putting that dress on again. She shuddered at the thought. It was then she noticed her suitcase in the corner of the room. How the hell had that gotten in here? How it had gotten there wasn't really important right now, at least she could get a decent change of clothes. She opened the case to find it wasn't hers after all. It was Jay's. Deciding that his clothes where better than nothing, she pulled out some of his boxers and put them on. She put on the dress shirt and headed towards the bathroom.

Jay was still retching over the toilet when she got in there. She sat down on the edge of the bath tub and waited from him to finish. His lower body was now wrapped in a towel, for which Lita was very thankful.

A good five minutes later, Jay raised his head fully. He really did look like hell.

"You okay?" Lita asked.

"Do I look …" he trailed off. "Not really."

That had to be a first. He'd backed off from a sarcastic retort. He must be feeling bad.

"Is that my shirt?" he asked after a beat.

"Yeah, I found it on the floor. Didn't think you'd mind," she replied.

"Whatever," he said, getting up from the floor. He moved over to the sink and started to splash cold water on his face.

Lita got up and handed him a towel when he'd finished.

"Thanks," he said.

Lita started to smile at him when a fresh wave of nausea hit her. She turned around and darted towards the toilet. She only just made it.

When she looked up after a couple of minutes, Jay was nowhere to be seen. She took a couple of deep breaths, praying that she'd been sick for the last time. She got up slowly and made her way back to the sink. She splashed some water on her face as she tried in vain to make herself feel more human.

"You decent?" she called out.

"Yeah," he mumbled back.

She walked back into the bedroom only to find him sprawled on top of the bed, dressed in jeans and his favourite brown tight fitting tee shirt. She plopped down on the bed next to him, "What are we going to do?"

"Damned if I know," he replied. "What I do know is I feel like shit, I'm never drinking again."

"Me either," Lita confirmed. "Bad things happen when I drink."

"Ain't that the truth," Jay said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, I was just agreeing with you. Why you do always have to be so defensive?"

"I'm not being defensive."

"Could have fooled me," Jay whispered.

"Whatever." He really did bring out the five year old in her.

"What should we …" A knock at the door interrupted what he was going to say.

"You better answer it, I'm not dressed properly and god only knows who it is," Lita said.

Jay got up from the bed without replying and cautiously opened the door.

Lita walked closer to the door so she could see what was going on. There was a bellhop at the door with what appeared to be her suitcase.

"I have Mrs Reso luggage as you requested last night," the bellhop informed Jay.

Lita pulled a face, Mrs Reso? No way in hell was she going to be called Mrs Reso.

"Thanks," Jay replied. He pulled the suitcase inside and shut the door without tipping the bellhop.

Lita rolled her eyes, "I think he was expecting a tip."

"I'll give him a tip. He really needs to find another job because with a face like that, wearing a hat just doesn't suit him."

Lita bit her lip and tried her best not to laugh, "That's not funny."

He smirked at her, "Then why are you laughing?"

"I'm not." She cleared her throat and made her way over to her suitcase. "Thank god. I'm going to take a shower and get changed."

"And you're telling me this because?"

"Jerk," Lita muttered as she pulled her suitcase into the bathroom.