Chapter 14 - Do Something

Lita heaved her heavy luggage onto a trolley as she entered the busy Manhattan Central Airport. The gush of air conditioning surrounded her. A relief from the immense temperatures that mid-summer brought to this side of the US. She slowly pushed her trolley as she checked each monitor for where she could check in her baggage. She looked at her watch. 5.45am. She still had plenty of time before her flight at 7.00am to Los Angeles, California. LA was her first stop with Randy. According to her itinerary, the pair would be signing autographs and then having a Press Conference in the Staples Centre about the up and coming RAW DVD.

Once the red headed Diva had checked in her baggage, she took a seat at one of the in-airport cafes and sat down with a cup of coffee. As she sipped her hot beverage, she thought back to the meeting she and Randy had with Eric and Vince McMahon a few days prior. Well, actually just to the part before the meeting.

Lita shifted in her chair as she and Randy waited for the arrival of the RAW General Manager and the CEO of the WWE. The red head and the Legend Killer hadn't uttered a word between them as they sat in silence at opposite ends of the long black table in the Board Of Directors room. Lita tugged at the ends of her jacket. It wasn't everyday that she wore a black pants suit and it certainly wasn't her style. Rolling her shoulders and shifting in her seat, she tried to get used to the feeling of wearing such a clothing restraint, as oppose to her baggy cargo pants and fitted tank tops.

"Not your style, eh?" Randy Orton muttered as he watched her fiddle with her clothing.

The red head looked up at him and smiled.

"Definitely not," she replied as she shifted once more in her chair.

Randy chuckled a little.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better," he started as he eyed her attire and her fiery red locks, captured in a tight ponytail at the back of her head "You look as beautiful as you always do."

Lita bit her bottom lip.

"Thanks," she muttered.

The two remained in eye contact and a smile was shared between the two as silence, once again, filled the room. The red head's eyes were then torn from Randy's as they moved around the plain white room. She brushed the carpet beneath her feet in an unfamiliar pair of high heels that her friend the long legged Diva, Stacy Keibler, insisted she wear with the pants suit. She swallowed hard as her eyes moved to the Legend Killer once more.

"Look Randy," she started.

"About Monday?" He said, finishing her sentence.

The red head simply nodded, before she tried to speak again. However, the Legend Killer beat her to it.

"It never happened," he calmly said as if he were discussing her morning weather "It's OK, Li. I get it."

Lita could hear the uneasiness and the insecurity in his voice. She knew as well as he did, that last week happened, but it seemed to the red head that it would be better for both of them, well actually just better for her, if they pretended like it never happened. They could just move on with their lives and get through these 2 weeks on promo without any awkwardness and without any fights, hopefully.

"It'd be a lot easier to get through these 2 weeks if we did pretend that it didn't happen," Lita added as she caught his blue eyes.

She could see straight those eyes again. The innocence and the vulnerability were swirling around in his blue eyes again. She hated seeing that. It made her give in. Made her feel sympathy for what she was doing to this fully grown man, before her. But was feeling sympathy for him really so bad?

"Yeh," Randy nodded "I know what you mean. Two weeks is a fairly long time too."

He smiled his million dollar smile at her and she found herself smiling back at him. She didn't want to admit it wasn't really so hard to smile back at the Legend Killer. It was an even easier task to look at the man before her. He definitely was easy on the eyes!

"Look, I'm sorry, for everything that happened Monday," Lita suddenly blurted out as he conscience started to kick in. She actually felt bad about what she was doing to this man. She felt horrible, to say the least! It was, however, Randy Orton and she definitely had her reasons. But maybe it would be easier if she shared that reason with the man himself.

"Look, don't worry about it," Randy said "I'm sorry to. It was just as much my fault as it was yours."

Lita nodded.

"So, you see, I think it'd just be better, for the both of us, if we pretended it never happened and went on with our lives without it happening again," she finished.

"Better for the both of us?" Randy gently questioned "Don't you mean, just better for you?"

Lita's heart sank and she froze, but before she could retaliate the door swung wide open and in came Eric Bischoff and Vince McMahon to commence their meeting.

As much as the red head hated to admit she was wrong, she was. Randy was right, which certainly was a conclusion she had tried to avoid. He was right. It was the better solution for her, and she hadn't even stopped to consider him, when the situation she was in concerned both of them. She red head sat back in her chair as she took another sip of her coffee.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Fuck!" Randy exclaimed as he dropped his baggage at the sound of his cell phone ringing in his jacket pocket. He hurriedly fiddled in his pocked until he had the contraption in his hands. He quickly flipped open his phone and answered the call.

"Hello," he spoke as the call connected.

"Hey, big man. What's up?" The voice said on the other line.

"Oh, hey Dave!" Randy replied "Nothing much, just at the airport."

"Oh, yeh," Dave said "Hunter said something about you going on promo. For how long?"

"2 weeks," Randy replied as he attempted to move his baggage from the centre of the airport to a nearby chair.

"Cool," Dave replied "You going alone?"

"No," Randy answered "It's just me and Lita."

"Oh, right," Dave responded.

A silence fell between the two as Randy continued to move his bags across the airport with one hand, while the other was connected to his cell.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually," Dave slowly said.

Randy's attention turned back to the conversation and he put his bags down.


'What?" He inquired as he took a seat on one of the airport benches with his bags in a pile infront of him.

"You and Lita," Dave said plainly.

"Oh," Randy replied "Right."

"Yeh," Dave said "What's happening between the two of you?"

"What do you mean?" Randy replied trying to play dumb, as if he didn't know what was already going on between him and the red head.

"Does last week on RAW, ring a bell, Mr legend Killer?" Dave asked.

"Look, Dave," Randy said justifying himself "It's complicated."

"Not really," Dave said nonchalantly "Do you like the girl or not?"

"What makes you think that?" Randy asked, playing dumb again.

"Well, I know you were meant to stop making out with her when the director yelled "cut" last week," Dave stated plainly "I'm not stupid Randy. Just tell me. What's the deal?"

"It's nothing," Randy said trying to cover it all up "It was just a one off thing. We just got a little carried away, that's all."

"I don't buy that for a second, Orton!" Dave said straight back "C'mon man, if you can't tell your best mate, then who can you tell?"

"No one, cause there's nothing there Dave," Randy shot straight back.

"Once again, Orton, I'm not stupid," Dave said "I've seen the way you look at her."

"So, she's nice to look at," Randy said casually back "Any guy with half and eye can see that."

"That's not what I mean," Dave said "I mean the way you really look at her. You don't eye her off like any other good looking woman you come across. You look at her differently."

"What do you mean 'I look at her differently'?" Randy asked, a little confused.

"Just differently," Dave replied "Like the way a man looks at his wife."

"I don't wanna marry her, if that's what you're suggesting, Dave," Randy commented.

"And I never said that," Dave said defending himself "You may not want to marry her, but you definitely feel something for her that goes much deeper than her just being easy on the eyes."

Randy didn't say a thing. He just stared at the floor infront of him with his cell still held to his ear.

"Look Randy," Dave spoke "I'm not gonna tell Hunter. Damn, I'm not gonna tell anybody if that's what you're worried about. I just think that it's gonna be better for you if you let it out. Get it off your chest man."

Randy still didn't speak. The conversation once again fell into silence.

"Orton?" Dave asked, wondering if Randy was still on the other line.

"MM hm?" Randy mumbled into his cell.

"Do you love her?" Dave asked.

Randy fell back into silence for a moment.

"And, what if I do?" Randy asked.

"Then, do something about it," Dave said straight back "Tell her how you feel."

Randy half laughed into the phone.

"A lot easier said than done my friend," Randy said.

"Well, look, I have to go," Dave said "But just promise me one thing, OK?"

"What's that?" Randy inquired.

"Do something. Tell her. Show her. Just do something somewhere in the 2 weeks. Don't leave it too long. Don't miss your chance, Orton." Dave said.

Randy fell silent once more.

"OK," Randy finally spoke.

"Good," Dave commented "So, I'll talk to you later."

"Yeh, later man," Randy said.

The Legend Killer then flipped his cell phone shut and took a deep breath.He put his cell back into his jacket pocket and ran his fingers through his short brown hair. His blue eyes darting around the airport, yet no focussing on a thing. How could he focus with the millions of thoughts running through his headAll of which lead back to the same thing. The same person. The same red head. Lita. Why was she making him crazy like this. He'd never felt like this. No one had ever made him feel like this.

Finally his blue orbs stopped and settled on a figure in the distance. Seated at a table alone that was set for two. One leg drawn up to her chest, the other wrapped around the leg of the chair. One hand clasping a ceramic cup, the other fiddling with the ends of her fiery red mane that flowed down around her shoulders. Her eyes were intently fixed on the table infront of her. Bright hazel eyes reading concentration, boring a hole through the black folder settled on the table.

Randy made his way across to the red head. She didn't even notice him coming over, dragging the herd of suitcases that he still had to check in. It was only when he spoke that she realised his presence.

"Hello stranger," Randy said.

Lita's head flicked up and the first thing she caught were his blue eyes. She knew immediately who it was. Giving a small smile she spoke.

"Hey Randy," Lita said looking at the 3rd generation superstar as he pulled up a seat infront of the red head.

"Mind if I take a seat?" Randy said seating himself down opposite Lita.

"I'd say no, but it looks like you already took the liberty of inviting yourself," Lita said with a smile.

Randy rolled his eyes and smiled back. Lita's eyes soon returned to folder infront of her and Randy's eyes followed and soon arrived on the folder.

"Is that the itinerary?" Randy asked as he leaned his head in his hand.

Lita looked up at him and met his eyes once more.

"Yep," she replied with a slight nod.

"Then could I take a look?" Randy asked as he tapped the piece of paper with his index finger.

Lita smiled and snorted.

"You've lost yours already haven't you?" Lita said with a smile at the Legend Killer.

Randy couldn't help smiling at the beautiful creature before him.

"No," Randy said shaking his head "I've just placed it somewhere and now I can't remember where I put it, that's all."

Lita started to laugh.

"Which, in other words," Lita continued "means, that..."

"Yes, I lost it," Randy said finishing off her sentence.

Lita smiled at the young man.

"Now, you're pretty lucky that Stacy Keibler isn't coming with us on this trip," she said.

Randy half laughed at the randomness of the last comment that came out of the red head's mouth and questioned it.

"And why is that?" He said half laughing.

"Well," Lita said flicking her red hair out of the face "First you would have received a ½ an hour lecture on how important that piece of itinerary was and it's purpose for this trip, and then another ½ an hour lecture on all the possible places you could have 'misplaced' that piece of paper and ways to avoid it next time."

Randy didn't say a word as it all still was processing through his head.

"Well, then lucky for me that Ms Keibler is not here," Randy said.

Randy then smiled at Lita and quickly shifted her gaze as Randy could swear she was blushing. The way he looked at her. The way she looked at him. Anyway watching would have automatically assumed that they were two love struck teenagers, with an undeniable attraction for each other. But that, however, was not the case at hand. This was far more complicated. More complicated then it need be, as a matter of fact.

Flight 2107. Manhattan to Los Angeles California is now boarding. Could all passengers boarding this aircraft please make their way towards Gate 34C at the northern end of the airport. Thank you.

"That's us," Lita said finishing off her coffee and standing up.

The red head then noticed the Legend Killer was swamped with herd of baggage.

"Randy," she said still eyeing the baggage.

"Yeh," Randy said as his eyes scanned the sheet of paper infront of name entitled 'itinerary'.

"Please, tell me those aren't your bags," Lita continued.

The Legend Killer quickly looked up at the red head and then at the bags at his feet. He winced at the sight of the 7 duffle bags surrounding him.

"I should have probably checked those in before we started boarding, hey?" Randy said wincing at the red head.

"Shit!" Lita exclaimed as she quickly grabbed her own bag, and two other duffle bags as quickly headed towards the bags check-in.

Randy was tailing slowly behind as he tried to run with 4 duffle bags under his arms. Lita was out of breath when she finally reached the check-in and once there she let the bags fall to the floor. Randy soon caught up to her and quickly checked in the 6 duffle bags onto the plane, before the pair had to run to Gate 34C to make sure that they made it onto the plane too. Randy was now leading and Lita was trailing a little as she had to keep adjusting the bag slung over her shoulder. Randy kept glancing back over his shoulder to make sure he hadn't left the red head behind. The pair soon reached Gate 34C, over the other side of the airport and managed to take their seats on the plane just as the pilot announced Flight 2107 were ready to take off towards LA.

Lita sat back in her seat as she tried to regain her breathRandy, on the other hand, seemed completely fine and half laughed at the state his travel companion was in.

"Looks like someone's getting a little unfit," Randy said cocking an eyebrow at the red head.

"Bite me, Orton," Lita sarcastically threw back at him.

"Don't temp me, babe!" Randy said raising his eyebrow at her as a cocky grin spread it's way across his face.

Lita rolled her eyes and turned her gaze outside the airplane window. Had there not been anyone else around, and she didn't want to make a scene, and had Randy Orton not graciously offered herself the window seat, she might have slapped him for that remark and for calling her 'babe' again. She had also made a truce with Randy for their sake for these next two weeks at least. They were going to be around each other for practically 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for 2 straight weeks and their job required them to be together and civil for the public. It was also make the a trip seem like a little vacation if they were at least civil and friendly to each other, even if it just was an act and even if it just was for the 2 weeks.

"Do you like flying?" Randy said addressing the red head.

Lita turned around to face him.

"Yeh, I don't mind it," she shrugged "Much prefer boats though."

"Oh, really?" Randy inquired.

"Yep," Lita said yawning.

Randy smiled.

"You look like you need some sleep," Randy said as the Diva yawned once again.

"That sounds good," Lita said settling into her chair "Goodnight."

Randy shook his head at her with a smile on his face.

"You don't minddo you?" Lita abrupty said opening her eyes.

Randy shook his head again.

"No, you go for it," Randy said "Get some sleep."

The red head nodded before closing her eyes. Randy took a second to just look at her before he leant back in his chair as the plane took off. Leaving Manhattan for LA.

A/N: Well, I updated as soon as I could because now I'm on holidays for the next 4 weeks, so I'm busily writing so I can get you guys as many chapters before I get busy when I get back to school. Anyway, sorry this chapter wasn't so interesting but it was kinda like a connecting chapter between the last one and the next one - Chapter 15 - Dangerously Alone - which I do promise to be alot more interesting! ;) Hope you like the story so far! Don't forget to please read and review! I love hearing what you guys have to say about my story! READ AND REVIEW:) Hugs, Mrs Bridget Orton xoxoxox