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.

Pairings: Lita/Hunter, Batista/Victoria, Shawn/Ivory, Jericho/Lilian, Stacy/Kane.

Spoilers: Up to and including RAW 12/07/04, anything after that is made up because I can't remember what the heck was happening at the time! Although, just to refresh was I know was happening; the Kane/Lita storyline was live and swinging and Evolution has just turned on Eugene.

Feedback: please, it makes me smile :)

E-mail: I promise I haven't been withholding! I just haven't been able to get online, is all! Enjoy.

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Part Nine

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Jericho eyed his opponent warily before lunging at the man, wrapping his hands roughly around Triple H's head, making sure to keep his mouth out of sight. "What the hell is going on," he growled. "Orton and Flair were meant to be dust by now."

Prior to the match, they had gone to the writers, Triple H using his friendship with Stephanie to get him past the irritated secretary. Whatever had gone on in that room had clearly taken the Billion Dollar Princess by surprise, but she had agreed to her friend's idea, simply because she knew it would make good television. However, the plan had yet to materialise, as was obvious by the fact that Chris was still in the ring.

"They know," was all the Cerebral Assassin had time to say before they broke the hold.

Trying his best to keep the surprise off his face, Chris warily eyed Ric Flair. The man was glaring into the ring, but the fact that the glare seemed to be directed to Triple H rather than him was all Chris needed to see the truth. A quick glance at Randy Orton and Chris knew that the plan was screwed.

Taking his anger directly where he had wanted to aim it in the first place, he threw Triple H against the ring post next to Edge and began kicking the man, making more contact than was strictly necessary for the sake of the viewing audience. Hunter glared at him and he rammed his elbow into the man's chest, only wishing he could apply more force. However, he didn't want to deal with a pissed off redhead when the match was over. For whatever reason, his best friend was in love with Hunter Hearst Helmsley and, whilst he hated the fact, he knew it was true and he would never intentionally do anything to hurt Lita.

Reaching out to pull Triple H back into the centre of the ring, Chris angled his head again, grasping hold of the man in a way that they could exchange a few words.

"Was that necessary," Hunter wheezed and Chris smirked.

"What now?"

"Plan B."

Without getting the opportunity to so much as think of asking what Plan B might be, he found himself flat on his back, the wind completely knocked out of him. He really hated Triple H.

Rolling onto his side, he frowned. Randy Orton was making his way towards Lilian and, whilst he knew the man was unlikely to do anything in front of a live audience (management would have his hide), the idea of Orton being anywhere near his girlfriend wasn't a comforting one. In fact, it made him wish – once again – that he hadn't promised Lita he'd let Hunter deal with the little shit.

Luckily Lilian had the sense to move before the man reached her and Chris watched as Orton folded up the chair the ring announcer had been using, before making his way back to the side of the ring. Theoretically, Orton wasn't doing anything out with what they had originally planned for the match, but something in the way Randy had been looking at Triple H made Chris think that things were about to get ugly.

Five minutes later, all hell broke loose and Chris couldn't help thinking that this would have been a rare moment when he wished he had actually been wrong about something.

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"Where the hell is she?"

"I don't know, Ive," Victoria replied, placing her hand on the woman's arm and squeezing it momentarily. "But we'll find her."

"I swear, if they've harmed one hair on her head I will kill them."

"I think there might be a line," Victoria muttered, watching as Jeff Hardy kicked a steel chair half way across the room in frustration.

"She has to still be in the arena," Matt said, turning to address them all. "We already checked with security, Stacy is the only one that's already left tonight and the only reason she was allowed was because she wasn't actually meant to be here."

"Could they have sneaked her out?" Jeff asked softly and the Heartbreak Kid shook his head.

"Not a chance. Security has this place locked up tighter than a vault so the fans can't get in. Someone leaves, they know about it."

Matt nodded in agreement. "Then we've missed somewhere."

"And someone," Jeff said suddenly.

"What do you…?" Ivory moved towards the man, her eyes widening. "That little bitch."

"If she's in on this, chances are Orton and Flair know exactly what's going on," Jeff said angrily. "I know her better 'n anybody and she doesn' get into anything unless she's got the upper hand."

"I'll kill her," Victoria said, suddenly realising who they were talking about. Without another word, she spun on her heel and stormed down the hallway, the others barely able to keep up with her.

"Would someone mind filling in those of us who don't have a clue?" Matt asked as he and Shawn exchanged a glance.

Jeff turned, jogging backwards for a moment and, from the look in his brother's eyes, Matt knew exactly what name he was about to hear.

"Trish."

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End of Part Nine

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