OMIFUCKINGOSH it's been forever!!! Sorry!!! I definitely had some writer's block and fam issues!!! I'm writing now, I am!!!! Please bear with poor little 'ole me…-runs headlong into a brick wall- What chapter is this now, 12? God it's been so long I don't even remember. At any rate, hope you enjoy!! (Hi Anubis!!!!)

Ashley stared wide-eyed at her savior, who was habitually pushing his blonde hair back and panting.
Am I fucking dreaming, her shocked mind asked. Everything was fuzzy and dull in her brain.
"What do you look so surprised for?" Edge sniffed, a bit miffed at her expression.
"Um…" she stammered intelligently, eyeing Snitsky's fallen body cautiously as she stood up and brushed herself off, straightening her clothing and hair. "I just never thought you'd be the one to save me…"
Or anyone else, her mind finished silently.
The World Heavyweight Champion rolled his eyes and snorted. "Look, just because I'm not Kane," he said, toying with the absent man's name in a sarcastic sing-song voice, "doesn't mean I can't be a good guy and rescue people too." He shrugged and shifted the World Championship belt over his shoulder in mock indignation.
Ashley flushed at the mention of the Big Red Machine, not missing Edge's scornful prodding into their relationship.
Snickering, the Rated-R Superstar shook his head, an amused look on his face.
"He's my friend," she retorted carefully, crossing her arms defensively. "Why shouldn't he save me?"
Edge gave a barking chuckle. "Friend, Playboy Bunny?" he twittered, his face incredulous. "Friend, now that's a laugh times twelve."
She glared at him, not liking the nickname or his tone.
"Listen Buns, I know Kane. Unfortunately, I know him very well. I know he doesn't rescue girls that are just 'friends'. Or if they are, they don't stay that way very long."
Shock nailed Ashley to the floor, the kiss she shared with Kane flooding her brain.
"Don't act all surprised, Playboy. You're not the first, and I'm sure you won't be the last. Quid Pro Quo, isn't that what they say?"
Ashley blinked and was surprised to feel a small surge of jealousy course through her at the thought of Kane with someone else, while Edge merely shrugged. "Oh well," he said complacently. "It's no business of mine, right?"
"Absolutely right," she said, shuddering in barely concealed anger. Pointing to the stunned man on the floor, she cut her eyes at the piranha coldly. "Thanks for your concern, but I think I've got a handle on our situation," she growled, her voice icy. "So how about you finally make yourself useful finish what you started?"
Edge stared her down, a cocky smirk gracing his pretty-boy features. He then dropped his gaze and picked up Snitsky's arm instead, dragging him out the broken door. Much to her relief, (or was it chagrin?) he didn't look back.

Dropping to the floor, Ashley felt the rage fill her, but this time she made no move to repress it. What did he know? Nothing, that's what! Kane wasn't like that at all! Kane cared about her, he had told her so! Who was this punk to come in and disaffect Kane's feelings for her and only her? Who was he to try and make her doubt her feelings for him?
Who was he to make her realize that she did have feelings for Kane?

After awhile she forced her wobbly legs to stand, and Ashley trudged toward the phone on the nightstand. Dialing the front desk, she reported a break in, saying nothing was missing, but they had better come fix the door.
It was a privacy issue after all.

After lying through her statement to hotel security, Ashley was free to go, and go she did, gathering her violated things and tossing them into her rental car. She was very glad not to have to carpool this time around, as she could let her emotions out freely with loud, angry music and furious tears. Letting all of the stress from the last few weeks go, she let the tears alleviate her anxiety about getting back in the ring, her hopes and fears for Brian and Paul, her realized feelings for Kane and the and the terror instilled in her by Snitsky. By the time she reached her parents' house for her long weekend off, she was much more relaxed and felt confident that she would be able to face the crowd and her friends when she returned to the ring. Most importantly, she felt that she could finally face Kane.

With the Draft looming ever nearer, both locker rooms were abuzz with gossip and chatter, placing bets about who would go where, but while that was interesting enough, it couldn't break through the singular clarity the blonde Diva had reached the week before. She breezed through conversation with few words, her mind stuck on one thing: Kane. She knew she had to talk to him, tell him the truth, and make things right between them once and for all. She was disappointed in not finding Kane during or after the show, however, and she trudged back to her hotel room later that night. Making up her mind, she resolved to find him in the morning and sort this out, even if it killed her.

Kane felt tortured. He had wanted, longed, yearned to see her and hear her voice for so long, but his dark imagination ruined all the moments his mind conjured up about their reunion, thus scaring him into hiding. Without anyone to help control the voices, he could only give in to the overloading desire he perpetually felt as he locked himself in his dark hotel room, alone and wishing it was Ashley's hands running across his body instead of his own. He had been glad to hear that after a few final days of recuperation, Ashley had come to the arena in order to finally continue her feud with Jillian, but at the same time he felt nothing but fear. What if they ran into each other? What if she was disgusted with him, and didn't want to see him ever again? So he decided not to find out, and in true cowardly fashion, left the arena with his duffle hanging limply off his slumped shoulders, his rental keys dangling listlessly from his fingers.

However, his successful avoidance of her was short-lived as he saw her the next morning striding toward him; chin held high, shoulders squared, eyes set with determination...
He thought she was beautiful.
Hands on her hips, she stopped directly in front of his stunned body, and fear filled him. She was going to tell him off, he could feel it. Tell him how much she hated him and that she never wanted to see him again. He closed his eyes, awaiting the verbal onslaught, but he opened them again in surprise as a soft "I'm sorry" drifted through his ears. He stared at her, amazed and unable to speak as she looked at her shoes. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Before he could collect himself, though, a snicker resounded in the carpet-free hallway.
"Well, well, well," Edge sidled up to the pair, his smile almost predatory. "What do we have here?"
"That's really none of your business, is it Edge?" Kane growled, putting himself between the Dirty Diva and the Rated-R Superstar.
Humming noncommittally, the World Champion cocked his head up slightly, his eyes gleaming.
"Could be, seeing as how your little girlfriend still owes me a thank you."
Ashley took in a sharp intake of breath and stepped forward, attempting to push past the Big Red Machine and get to the blonde superstar, but Kane used one of his large, muscular arms to easily restrain her, all the while eyeing Edge with distaste. He glanced between the smirking man and the seething Diva before settling on the Heavyweight Champ once more. "What the hell are you getting at, you little weasel? What does she need to thank you for?"
Edge feigned surprise. "What, she didn't tell you how I saved her ass?"
Kane cut his sharp gaze to Ashley, who recoiled slightly. "He saved you? From what?" The blonde woman, unable to meet his piercing eyes, looked downcast and shame-faced as she scuffed the toe of her sneaker on the tile floor. She needn't say anything, however, as realization finally dawned, and rage boiled in his blood. The tips of his pale ears turned a violent red, his eyes narrowed dangerously and his fingers clenched tightly, leaving harsh crescent marks embedded in his palms.
"What, she didn't tell you," Edge smirked mockingly. "Though I don't think most women like reporting their almost-sexual assault."
Ashley hissed as Kane balked and hunched his shoulders, his eyes alight with enraged fire. He wanted to find Snitsky and kill him with his bare hands.
"Ah well, now you know. Now you owe me a thank you too," the blonde smiled, baring all his teeth dangerously.
"I'll thank you when I take that title from you, you snot-nosed piece of rat shit!" Kane snarled. Edge was taken aback by the Big Red Machine's ferocity, but he held on to his cool demeanor.
"Keep on trying, Big Guy," he called as he turned away from the couple. Looking back, he glowered, jabbing his finger in their direction. "But you couldn't do it in the Fatal-Four-Way, Batista couldn't do it, and you'll never be able to do it either." He chuckled meanly, patting his belt. Saluting them and giving a facetiously cheerful smile, Edge sauntered away, tossing his blonde hair back flippantly and sliding on his shades.
Kane started after him with a growl, but Ashley's hand stopped him, turning his attention back to her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded of her, his hand finding her wrist, clutching it tightly. "Why didn't you tell me that he tried to hurt you again?"
Ashley remained silent, merely shrugging in response as her face flamed in shame.
Running his hand over his head in frustration, he continued. "I know you probably hate me after...after what happened, but damn it Ashley, I haven't stopped caring about you, and if you're in danger, I want to know! You're...you're everything to me." he finished softly.
At his admission, Ashley was sure she felt her heart stop beating. Barely breathing, the blonde looked wide-eyed at his tender expression.
"You're all I think about. When I wake up, when I go to sleep, when I'm fighting in the ring, driving, reading, eating, walking, breathing…I tried not to, but it was too late, you had me in full, whether I wanted it or not. I didn't want to scare or hurt you, Ashley, so I had to keep it to myself, but it's gotten so hard. I'm an abnormal, insane, sadistic monster. I have a dark side that's hard to control. What mentally sound person could see themselves with someone like me?" He averted his anguished eyes from her face and lowered his head.

The paralysis seeping out of her body, Ashley stepped forward boldly, grabbing his face and kissing him soundly. He was shocked by the surprise feel of her lips on his, and he quickly offered little resistance.
Resurfacing for air, the blonde woman smiled and nestled her forehead against his.
"You know, I'm not such a great catch either," she said, and he grinned.
Picking her up and allowing her legs to wrap around his large frame, he nuzzled her ear. "You're the best catch," he growled, his breath tickling her skin. Supporting her with one hand, he used his free one to open his hotel room door; after he whisked them inside, he used his heavy foot to slam the door shut.
Ashley couldn't help but verbally lament the recent abuse of innocent hotel room doors.

Kane told her she should worry more about the bed.

Whew!! Yay, a new chapter!!! I've decided to end this just before Ash gets suspended, because I've waited too long to update, and a whole bunch of crazy shizz has happened, LOL!! Anyway, here's the last chapter before the chewy, gooey, muy caliente K/A goodness!! Enjoy!!!