Title: Killing Me Softly

Author: Rachel

E-mail: Edgechick816@aol.com

Category: WWE

Pairing; Victoria/Jericho

Disclaimer: all characters belong to the WWE and themselves. I just

own the idea. The title of this story is from the song "Killing me

Softly" by The Fugees. Originally by Roberta Flack, Lyrics are included in the story.

Distribution: Ask first

Rating: PG13 (So far)

Summary: The sound of two voices, how long can they resist? (It's the best I could do. I kinda suck at summaries)

Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :) Reviews please, pretty please? (Don't make me beg)

Chris walked into a small bar after the show. It was mostly empty, only about ten people sitting at a couple of tables, which was good, he didn't really feel like company. It had an intimate club feel about it, there was even a stage with a microphone set up on the other side of the room. He sat down at the bar and ordered a beer from the bartender.

"Slow night?" he asked the bartender when he came with his drink.

"Yeah, but Mondays are usually slow, we don't even have normally have people singing." The bartender gestured to the stage.

"You have someone singing tonight?" Chris asked, taking a sip of beer.

"Well, kind of. This girl came in for a drink, saw the stage and asked if she could sing, said it do her more than the alcohol, so I let her."

"Oh, was she any good?"

"You can find out for yourself. She'll be on in minute." The bartender said walking off.

He shrugged and took another sip of beer. After a minute or so the beat of a song comes on, one he recognized as The Fugees, Killing Me Softly. Then he heard the most amazing voice singing,

Strumming my pain with his fingers,

Singing my life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song,

Killing me softly with his song,

Telling my whole life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song".

This smooth, sultry beautiful singing voice captured his ears so much, he turned around to see who was singing....

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style,

And so I came to see him and listen for a while.

And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes,

It was Lisa, her eyes closed, pouring all her pain and emotion into the song she was singing.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,

Singing my life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song,

Killing me softly with his song,

Telling my whole life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song.

She had a grace and style on stage he'd never seen before. Not that he paid much attention to her presence, except as an annoyance. God he couldn't stand her, inside the ring or out. So why was he suddenly so captivated by someone he didn't really care about? Maybe there was something more to this, to her. He saw what this meant to her, what she was singing about, this was her secret getaway, her escape, and he was falling in love with her voice.

I felt all flushed with fever,

Embarrassed by the crowd,

I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.

I prayed that he would finish,

But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers,

Her emotions were so easy to read when she was up there, she was so open and free, bearing her soul to all that will listen. She stole his breath with every note she sang. He saw a glimpse into the person behind the bullshit, he was shocked, amazing and in love, all at the same time.

Singing my life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song,

Killing me softly with his song,

Telling my whole life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song

As she finished singing, she was greeted by cheers and applause by the few people in the bar, she bowed her head and thanked the crowd. Chris looked at her, she was smiling, not something he'd witnessed very often. She giggled away some nerves, as one does when they bear their soul to a crowd of strangers, then jumped down off the stage and she seemly struck up an animated conversation with someone. Chris thought better of staying, considering how dim the lights were over the bar, she probably couldn't see him from the stage, but if she got any closer she'd know he was there. He pulled out his wallet and left some money on the bar, and got up and left. Something had changed, he knew her secret, her song, the beautiful notes and tones of her voice, and it drove him crazy.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, keep 'em coming :)