In My Dreams
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The WWE and all related items do not belong to me; only the story is mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: Please ask.
Pairing: TBC
Spoilers: Up to and (over the next part or so) including RAW 12/07/04.
Feedback: please, it makes me smile :)
E-mail: kyizifanfic hotmail . com
Notes: This fic just popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone! I decided to put pen to paper (okay fingers to keyboard) and just ride it out and see where it took me!
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She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, trying not to cry. She had never thought things would ever get to the point where she didn't want to come to work, but they had. Everything had happened so fast that she hadn't been able to say no when they had told her the new storyline. She hated that. She really hated being called a slut on national television, more so because she knew that Trish Status meant it. Everyone knew the blonde had meant it and yet they still pasted on a smile and congratulated her even though they were all wondering one thing; who was the father.
She let out a morbid chuckle. Wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake, she thought. Wouldn't they just love to know the answer to that question? She knew that Matt wanted to know, so did Jeff, but Matt was the only one who kept asking. She didn't want to tell them. She couldn't tell them. The father didn't want to know and she wasn't about to tell them that he didn't want her or the baby. She knew what they'd do, they'd challenge him and then they'd get hurt. Jeff wasn't even wrestling at the moment and he'd still come back to do that.
She didn't know why it bothered her so much that he didn't care she was carrying his child, but it did. She had never professed to be in love with him, he wasn't a particularly loveable guy, in fact, he was a pretty nasty piece of work by all accounts. But there had just been something about him, something that made her want to stay with him forever. He may have hurt her in the past, he still hurt a lot of people, but there had just been something in the way he had held her that had made her feel safe and wanted. He had cared for her, even if he had never loved her. And, to Lita, that meant something. It meant a lot. If only he had cared enough when it had come out that she was pregnant.
She knew she should have told him herself, but what was she supposed to have done? Waltzed into his dressing room and announced it in front of a lot of people that would quite happily beat her up, pregnant or not? She couldn't have told him, but he should have known. He knew she hadn't been sleeping around, she had never even been sure what had made her want to sleep with him, but she had. Only him. He knew he was the father…he had to, and that meant there as only one conclusion. He didn't care.
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He wasn't sure why it irritated him so much not to know. He wasn't the perfect man, he knew that, hell, everyone knew that, but not knowing was killing him. He had suspected the moment the announcement came. Hell, everyone knew the kid wasn't Hardy's, they hadn't been a couple off screen for almost a year. So it was no surprise when they decided to use the baby in a storyline like that.
But he hated it. He really hated it. He hated watching her pretend to smile as the congratulations came in. He hated watching Hardy fawn over her as though the kid really was his. He hated the whole Kane storyline. He hated Trish for calling her a slut when he knew that wasn't true. But most of all, he hated himself for being too scared to approached her, for being too scared to ask the one question that was in his thoughts every waking moment. He hated himself for not asking if the baby was his.
He knew Lita, pretty well, by all accounts, even if no one had ever known of the few times they had been together. He knew her well enough to know one thing; Lita was not a slut. Which lead him to one conclusion, a conclusion he wasn't entirely sure he was ready to reach: the baby was his and he had no idea what to do about that.
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End Prologue
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