Forces of Nature Chapter 1

Author: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Rating: Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own either Triple H (Paul Levesque) or Lita (Amy Dumas). Anything related to the WWE is not mine. Pairing: Triple H/Lita Summary: Lita's managed to catch the attention of the Forces of Nature. Boy, is she in for a ride. Author's Note: I've jumped on the HLA (Hunter/Lita Action) bandwagon that seems to be passing through right now. As for time lines, I'm taking it back a couple months; Triple H has just one back his title from HBK. So, pre-Steiner. For Lita, she's still announcing Heat, but not cleared to train or wrestle yet. Inspiration: AKA Jay's Labyrinth story, 'Something has to Give' gave me some ideas regarding some of my theories in this fic. All AKA Jay's work is wonderful and I greatly suggest it.

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The rain pounded harshly against Lita's car windshield as she attempted to navigate the puddle-littered highway. The headlights shinning in front of her scarcely managed to illuminate several feet before being engulfed by the oppressive black of night.

"Stupid fan conference," the redhead was muttering to herself, eyes glued to the pavement in front of her, "In the middle of nowhere, through a car." Nature deemed it fit to, at that moment, grace the darkness with a blinding bolt of electricity.

Lita jumped half a foot into the air at the thunder that soon followed. The redhead's eyes were wide and her breathing slightly laboured as she tried to control the fact that every last one of her nerves seemed to be on end.

"And none of my friends could be assigned to it either, could they?" the woman's slightly panicked voice continued, "No, I have to be all alone, driving in the middle of a storm."

Lita was not only scared of the tempest raging around her, she was angry. I suppose you could say both of them were directly linked together, fear and anger. After all, she was only angry because she was scared. Above all, the tough diva hated being scared.

It had been bad enough after her surgery, scared that every movement would cause more damage, perhaps end her career for good. But, she had slowly worked through that. And now, she was achingly close to being back, doing what she loved to do.

Her fear of storms, however, was not so easily conquered. It was one of those childish fears, the ones we all keep deep inside. In our rational minds, we now that these things we are afraid of can't hurt us, but that doesn't stop us from being afraid.

It wasn't the same kind of fear adults had. It was the paralysing fear you used to get, when you'd wake up at night, covers pulled over you head. You were afraid to move, because if you moved it would get you.

That was the kind of fear Lita was facing right now. She was fighting it, but it would keep creeping up on her, slowly, until it had seeped into every fibre of her being. The fact that she was driving wasn't really helping matters.

"I can do this." Lita had resorted to encouraging herself to keep going. "Nothing out there can hurt me. I'll be absolutely, positively fine." The redhead was beginning to calm down a bit, pushing her fear deep inside, where she didn't have to deal with it.

"Nothing's going to happen to me." She continued, oblivious to the childhood theory. Because, according to the laws of nature; what goes up, must come down. Therefore, it only makes sense that the man who screams, 'Nothing can stop me now', must ultimately be crushed by a herd of migrating platypus. That's just the way it works.

So, even as Lita continued to calm down as she drove through the inky rain- slicked darkness, the Forces of Nature were conspiring to put her in her place. They can be really spiteful at times.

So, just as Lita had managed to convince herself of her safety, it would make sense that she is just about to be put in danger.

It was at that very moment, that the injured wrestlers dark blue Sedan rental, slipped on the isolated highway. It lost control and slid off the highway, rocking precariously back and forth.

To give the redhead a sporting chance, and to make things interesting for the bets, the only damage done was a flat tire and a shot engine. I wouldn't have much of a story otherwise, would I?

A flustered redhead looked up from the driver's seat, her seatbelt having kept her safe. "What worse could happen?"

Not a good thing to say.

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Okay, this one is going to be weird. Should I continue?

Kamikazee