Chapter 9

Grace gaped as she spun around, seeing what he did and immediately rushed over to Steve. "Jesus..." She slapped on another pair of gloves and pulled the needle out, sighing with relief when she seen it didn't puncture the bone. "You're fine." She assured him, watching as Larry stormed out to go get security, deciding to finish the job as she began dabbing the wound again, fresh blood having oozed out. "I hate seeing you hurt." She whispered kissing his lips softly since Larry wasn't in there, still not believing Undertaker had attacked him.

"Don't hurt much, just pisses me off." Steve said through gritted teeth, lying obviously. That had hurt like a son of a bitch. 'Taker had brass balls pulling that stunt. "Doc, I think I like your bedside manner." He teased, trying to get her to smile.

"Slick son of a bitch is gone. I hate when he does that. Grace, I have to go let Vince know and file a report, you got this?"

"Go ahead Larry." Grace assured him, seeing how mad he was, and honestly didn't blame the man. Though she had a feeling this hadn't been the first time Undertaker pulled something like that and wouldn't be the last. "I'm sure you do." She said softly when Larry was gone and kissed him again, being careful not to get blood on herself as she began suturing him. "Relax." She whispered in his ear, smiling when he did so and began the process. "So you said Fridays? Are you going to be up for it after what's happened tonight?"

"Of course I am, this ain't the first time he's pulled somethin' like this and it probably won't be the last." Steve assured her, forcing himself not to smile though it was in his baby blues. "Unless of course, yer not in the mood. If you're tired, I understand." Given that she had just got to see a needle go into someone's forehead in a way not meant to ever happen.

"I'm always in the mood for you; you should know that by now." She replied with a smile, loving how his baby blues glittered up at her, and finished the suturing with ease. "You know, Larry would've been done a lot quicker if you wouldn't give him such a hard time." She chastised, putting the white bandage on his forehead, and took the gloves off. She let him draw her into his strong arms and kissed her, moaning softly, and had to pull back incase Larry came back. "You're going to get me in trouble." She whispered playfully.

"Best kind of trouble there is." Steve murmured, his lips brushing against hers lightly. "Besides, the worst that'll happen is he'll make some comment about-"

"I thought you were fixing his head, his lips were working fine."

"See?"

Grace turned a deep crimson red and shook her head, knowing she shouldn't be getting involved personally with her patients, but Steve was the exception. Everybody knew about them, though they hadn't made their relationship official yet. She didn't mind. It's not like he was going out screwing other women or something like that. He was with her when he wasn't in the ring, though Larry threatened him to not distract her.

"His head is fixed." She finally said, smiling when Steve kissed her again and hugged him tightly around the neck. "Now please don't go after him until that's healed." Her amber eyes were pleading with him, not wanting to see him anymore injured than he was.

"Oh sure, that'll be the day." Larry snorted, not watching them, busy writing his report. "Steve, do you have ANY idea how many of these I've done in the past year alone? You and 'Taker really need to keep your fights in the ring."

"Hey, he started it."

"Well even I knew that, he always does. What'd he do?"

"Breathed in my air."

Rolling her eyes, Grace smacked him upside his bald head, causing him to growl at her. "Don't give me that. Now I want you to promise me you won't go after him until THAT," She prodded his wound, causing him to growl again. "Is healed." She wasn't stepping down and crossed her arms in front of her chest, her lips pressed in a firm grim line. "Do it or I'm not going out to dinner with you tonight." When he grumbled and reluctantly agreed, she smiled and hugged him again. "Now get outta here. I have more patients to see. I'll meet you in the parking lot when I'm finished with Larry."

"See what happens, I get a woman and I turn into a softie."

Larry smirked at Steve's grumbling. "Well if that's the case, Grace can you find 'Taker a woman?"

"She'd have to be dead, Larry."

"You. Out."

Grace giggled softly and kissed Steve once more before shutting the door behind him, sighing. "That man..." She seen Larry smirking. "What? No I am not finding the Undertaker a woman. The man doesn't deserve one with how he treats women." She knew that from personal experience and helped Larry clean up, hoping they were done for the evening since the show was coming to a close.

"Yeah, but if it calms his ass down, think of all the supplies we'd save! Not to mention half of my paperwork problem would disappear." At Grace's wide eyes, Larry nodded. "Half of every report I file has to do with him or his Ministry. He doesn't keep things in the ring and it's a major problem. Vince won't get rid of him either because he's a major draw."

"You're serious about this. You want me to find him a woman?" Grace was incredulous and blinked, shaking her head. "Larry, I'm not going to subject my innocent friends to that Satan wanna-be. I flat out refuse." When he sighed resignedly, she smiled. "I don't think there is a woman on this planet who could tame him to be honest with you. He's a monster and thrives off of people's pain and fear." She knew she was right, it was all one giant game to the Undertaker and she refused to play.

"Yeah, you got a point. It was a good idea though." Larry sighed again, shaking his head before slipping a copy of the report into an already preaddressed envelope, scribbling Undertaker on the corner with a roll of his eyes. "Maybe he likes guys...I've yet to see him with a woman and there are those that do throw themselves at him. Must be on drugs..."

Grace giggled and nodded, not about to doubt that for a minute. "You're probably right." She finished cleaning up and nodded, seeing nobody else was coming their way for the evening. "I'll see you tomorrow Larry." She called over her shoulder, seeing he was already heading to drop the envelope off, and shook her head before heading down the hallway. Steve was waiting for her and she couldn't wait to be in his arms, her heart fluttering at the thought.

A hand shot out of a dark room, pulling her inside, the door closing behind her. Within seconds Grace was pinned to a wall, lips capturing hers in a passionate, demanding kiss. Hands roamed her sides, expertly bringing her body to life, feeling her melting against him. Most likely against her will, but the body would always win.

Grace was too shocked to fight this attacker off right away, her hands splayed against the wall as they kissed her hungrily, lighting her body on fire. She tried fighting him off, knowing it was a male judging by how big his hands were, though her body was betraying all sense of rational thought. Suddenly, Steve flashed in her mind as she used all of her strength to shove the attacker off of her, her lips swollen and tried seeing through the darkness.

"No!" She cried out hoarsely only for those lips to descend on hers again. Grace felt herself being lifted; wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands still pressing against the unbelievably strong chest, but it was no use.

Those fiery kisses moved to her throat, attacking until finding her hot spots, then nibbling and sucking on her sensitive skin, hearing her unwilling moan. One hand trailed between their bodies, cupping her jean covered sex, grinding his heel against her. He knew what he was doing, how to drag those moans out of her, make her feel things she didn't want to feel.

"No...please don't..." She gasped out, gripping broad shoulders, tears filling her eyes at the betrayal to Steve.

She couldn't help it! She was being attacked. It felt wonderful though, exquisite, the feeling causing her to tingle, moaning in spite of herself. She felt sick to her stomach, but her body was betraying her, shaking her head back and forth, her cries muffled as those lips covered hers again, trying once again to fight him. She was defenseless right now and could only moan against his lips, her hips bucking with every movement, her thighs tensing.

Ignoring her pleas, he continued his delicious assault. The sound of her jeans unsnapping and then unzipping echoed throughout the room, his hand sliding down her jeans and panties. A finger delved into her wetness, the evidence of her arousal apparently pleasing him because he grunted, slipping that finger past her folds. Feeling her inner walls gripping the digit as he began to slide it in and out of her, feeling her hips begin to move with him.

Grace knew what she had to do and closed her eyes, seeing those intense baby blues staring in her mind, a smile crossing her lips. She envisioned it was him doing this and began moving her hips back and forth, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. "Steve..." She breathed out in a moan, hearing a growl and ran her hands up the arms of the attacker to his shoulders. "Mmm so good..." She suddenly applied two pressure points to the attacker's neck, causing him to drop her instantly on the floor, cursing up a storm and kicked him in the stomach since both of his arms were paralyzed. She was trembling from head to toe and kicked him one more time before good measure, tears streaming down her face, having already fixed her jeans before going to the door, crying out when she realized it was locked. "No!! Someone help me!!" She shouted through it, banging on it with her fists.

The Undertaker began laughing, pushing himself with his feet back to a wall and then to his vertical base, smirking as she flipped on the lights. His green eyes were filled with unsuppressed desire, licking his lips. "Just think Grace, when you're making love with your boyfriend, it won't be him you're thinking about." He taunted, seeing the flush in her cheeks and knew he had affected her more than she would ever admit.

More tears flowed as she pressed her hand tightly to her stomach, shaking her head back and forth. "Steve is ten times the man you'll ever be!!" She seen the fire flare in his green eyes, swallowing hard and ducked when he came at her. She did a leg sweep, causing him to hit the hard floor with a sickening thud before taking his arm, applying an arm bar. There was no way out of this as she wrenched back on his arm, hearing him growl out in pain, finally hearing something crack before releasing him. "You bastard!!" She shouted, kicking him below the belt, and stumbled back. She knew how to defend herself now and started kicking the door, glancing behind her, seeing he was still incapacitated. "SOMEONE HELP ME!!" She finally screamed at the top of her lungs.

The door flew open and a very pissed off Stone Cold Steve Austin stood there, his eyes quickly taking in the scene, turning to pure ice. He stepped aside for Grace to bolt, staring down at the Undertaker. He smirked, seeing those defense lessons had come in handy.

Groaning, he raised his head, licking blood from his lips and smirked back. "She's quite a peach, isn't she?"

Even after having his ass handed to him, the man was STILL a sick bastard. Steve didn't think twice about planting his boot in the Undertaker's face, watching the man go unconscious.

Grace was sobbing violently as she flew out of the arena and felt the cold night air engulf her as she dropped to her knees, trembling from head to toe, shaking her head back and forth and gripped her hair in her fingers. She wanted to be as far away from Undertaker as possible and got up, running down the street toward the hotel. She screamed when she was suddenly grabbed from behind and began thrashing her body, fighting them off as much as she could. When they spun her around, Grace cried harder at the sight of Steve and immediately stopped, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Her lips were still swollen and her face was tear-streaked, needing a shower to wipe his prints from her body. She shuddered violently and suddenly spun around, vomiting while Steve held her hair back.

Steve had made sure security knew where to find the moron, having heard Larry screaming up a storm, but knew Grace needed him. When she had finished heaving out all her past week's meals, he gently pulled her to him for another hug. "You need to go in there and report whatever he did to you." He had a very good idea of what had happened, but couldn't think on it. He'd go insane and murder that sick bastard.

Grace knew he was right, but she didn't want to leave him. "Come with me." She pleaded quietly, watching him nod, and sniffled as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, knowing their dinner plans were officially cancelled for the evening.

She still couldn't believe Undertaker attacked her the way he had, shivering involuntarily. He wasn't going to leave her alone, he had lied to her! Did that mean he was lying about her father's condition too? Grace cried harder as she walked inside the arena and toward Larry. She wasn't surprised when he pulled her into a fatherly embrace, blaming himself since he'd allowed Grace to walk outside by herself, and she assured him it wasn't his fault. He had to stay behind and Steve had been waiting for her outside. She filed the report to him, since Vince had already left, telling him everything that happened. Steve was listening in, she knew it and nodded when Larry finished, signing the paperwork and put it in an envelope.