Genuine Lies

WWE

Disclaimer: Nothing but fic idea belongs to me.

Spoilers: Everything current to 17/03/03 Raw. Changes – Lita's not hurt, no roster split.

Rating: PG

Part 1

Pain…that was the first thought to enter her head. Lots and lots of pain in the form of a massive headache.

'Stupid hangover. Never going drinking with Bubba again.' The vague thought ran through her head, bringing a small frown to her face. And then something occurred to her.

If she had one had currently underneath her head, and the other in front of her, whose hand was on her stomach? She wriggled slightly, causing the man behind her to shift, and the hand on her stomach pulled her even closer to him.

She pushed his hand off her gently, rolling over to face him. She squinted up at him, attempting to filter the amount of light hitting her eyes, and then stiffened. Her eyes widened when she saw his face.

'Aw hell…of all the people I had to sleep with, it had to be him…great Lita, just great.'

Lita lay there, anxiously chewing her lip as she stared up at him. His hand brushed her breast, and she frowned when something caught her eye.

She grabbed his hand, softly turning it over in her own, confused when she saw the small gold band on his finger. Since when was he married? She was pretty sure that he wasn't wearing one last night. A small feeling of dread crept into her stomach as she slowly looked at her own left hand.

"No…oh hell no…" She bolted upright, quickly shaking the large man next to her awake.

"What the…Lita?" The man muttered sleepily, opening his blue eyes, shoving blonde hair out of the way. His eyes widened as he took in her state of undress. "We slept together, didn't we?"

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure that's not all we did." Lita's panicked voice had him sitting up. Before he had a chance to say anything, Lita spoke again. "What do you remember about last night?"

He shrugged, searching his memory in vain. She nodded.

"Yeah…me too. Which is why I'm freaking out when I see these on our hands." She thrust her hand in front of his face, the wedding ring shining dully in the light streaming from the windows. His eyes widened again.

"Oh hell…"

"That's what I said."

"We got married??! How the hell did we get married? We don't even like each other??!!"

"We're in Las Vegas…I don't think they care…"

"There's got to be a marriage certificate around if we did get married." Lita nodded, seeing his point. She looked around, spying a piece of paper lying on the floor near the bed. She sprang out of bed, leaning over to pluck it in between her fingers. Skimming over it, she let out a quick sigh of relief.

"Thank god!" She turned around, a bright smile on her face.

"We're not married??" The smile faded from her face, a frown appearing instead as she took in his flushed face.

"Nope…we're married all right…but it wasn't at some cheesy Elvis chapel at least!" She passed him the paper, sitting on the bed again.

"So we are married…" His blue eyes still wide, he ran a hand through his shoulder length hair, frowning as he stared at the paper. He mentally rolled the names off his tongue, and tried to keep from laughing. Hunter and Lita Helmsley. Who would have thought?

TBC???