A/N: Song in this chapter is 'White Flag' by Dido.
Not mine, characters not mine.
Thanks to everyone who reviews for me.
Samantha.
White Flag
"Come on, come on." Lita muttered in frustration as she waited at the airport.
"Ms. Dumas, we are working as fast as we can." One of the attendants told her.
"I know, and I'm grateful to you." She answered. "It's just, I have to be a work in less than an hour."
"We'll keep on doing our best." He promised.
"Do you have a phone I can use?" Lita asked. "I need to call my boss. Maybe he can help somehow."
"Sure, just use the one on the desk there." The man gestured to the phone.
Sighing, Lita picked up the handset and dialed. "Sharon, it's Lita can I talk to Steve please?" She asked, then waited for the call to be put through.
"Lita, what's going on?" Steve's voice came over the line.
"I'm having a really bad day." She told him. "A few days ago I had a fight with Bill, and I flew home to see my mom and dad. And I caught a flight out to where RAW is being shot tonight. I got off the plane from Florida, and as I was coming to the baggage terminal I got mugged, but I'm okay. I'm just still at the airport. I can't go anywhere because all of my ID, cash, and credit cards were in my purse and my purse is in my bag, which got stolen. So I guess I'm calling to say I'll probably be a little late to the arena tonight."
"Are you hurt?" Steve asked first off, his voice full of worry.
"No, I'm not hurt, a little shaken, pretty pissed off with myself, but I'm okay." Lita answered.
"Just sit tight. I'm sending a car over for you now. Have you cancelled credit cards and things?"
"Yeah I sat down with the police, they took care of it all for me."
"I'll have a car there for you soon, just sit tight. Are you in administration?"
"Yeah." She told him. "Thanks Steve. I didn't know who else to call."
Lita sat there in the administration waiting area, hugging her knees to her chest, waiting. "I'm glad I sent the CD to him by courier." She mumbled to herself, rocking from side to side.
Finally the driver of the car appeared in the administration area, and took her bags for her, taking care of everything.
***************
Before the show began on Monday night, Shawn Michaels walked into Goldberg's locker room. "Sorry man. I looked everywhere. I even asked everyone I saw, no one's seen her. I couldn't even find out if she's scheduled to be here or not."
Kevin Nash walked in as he finished speaking. "I didn't find her either, Bill. Sorry. I did find this though." He held up a CD case. "It was sitting in the door way. I almost stood on it."
"It wasn't there when I walked in a minute ago." Shawn told him.
Bill took the CD from Kevin and put it in the boom box that traveled with him, and leaving it.
"There's something written on here." Shawn announced, holding the case up to the light.
Silver marker showed up in the light, forming two words scrawled across the plastic in a familiar handwriting.
"White Flag?" Kevin asked.
"Play the disc." Shawn told Bill.
At once the music began to play through the speakers, haunting and enticing at the same time.
"I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you this
But if I didn't say it
Well I'd still have felt it,
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make you life harder
Or return to where we were
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be
I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again
And I cause nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules and it's over
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be
And where we meet which I'm sure we will
Our love was there, will be there still
I'll let it pass and hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be."
"Lita." He said quietly. "The CD is from her."
"How do you know?" Kevin asked.
"Because it was her singing." He answered.
"I think she's trying to tell you she's not giving up." Shawn observed.
"No shit Sherlock!" Kevin teased him.
"I'm serious." Shawn told him. "I bet if you go to her locker room, she'll be there. Probably waiting for you." "Do you want to get back with her?" Kevin asked.
"I just want to have one conversation with her where we don't yell at each other. I love her so much, but she makes me so mad sometimes."
"Women are like that." Shawn advised. "The madder they make us, the more we realize how much we love them."
"So do I stay here, or do I go and find her?" Bill asked them.
"Go and find her!" Both men shouted at him.
*********
He knocked lightly on the door to Lita's and Trish's locker room, then entered.
Trish stuck her head around the corner of the bathroom door. "Hey, what's going on?" Her blonde hair was wet, plastered to her head, making it obvious she was just out of the shower.
"Is Lita here?" He asked.
"I haven't seen her yet. I do know that she called ahead and told Steve she was running late somewhere. All he could tell me was that she promised she'd be here before her match."
He exhaled loudly.
"Is something the matter?" She asked.
"I just really wanted to talk to her."
"Is it because of the fight you two had?" Trish asked. "Don't look all surprised. We talk everyday on the phone, and it's not very often that we don't tell each other everything."
"Did she tell you everything?" Bill asked her.
"Yeah." Trish disappeared from sight for several minutes, the emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, a towel wrapped around her wet hair. "Sit down, and start telling me everything. It'll make you feel better." She gestured to the various places to sit in the room, throwing herself into an armchair.
"We argue, you know, about stupid things, and it doesn't matter. I know that I over-reacted and that it was just a mix up, and I'd give so much to just make it all better between us. I love her so much Trish. But I don't know what I can do to make it up to her."
"You just did." Both Trish and Bill turned to see Lita standing there, her sports bag draped over one shoulder. "I hate fighting with you, and I don't know why we do."
Bill stood taking her bag and dropping it before leaning down to kiss her.
"I missed you." She told him tearfully. "I'm having a really bad day." Surprising both Bill and Trish she burst into tears, dropping her other bags to the floor.
"God I love you." He held her close, while she laid her head against his chest.
"I'm sorry I didn't check my messages." Lita told him in between sobs.
"It's not your fault, I should have left you a note anyway." He answered, tilting her chin up to kiss her again.
"I felt really bad. Worse than that."
"I got your CD. It was beautiful." Bill told her as they sunk down onto the couch together.
"Was it a bad apology?"
He shook his head. "Tell me about this bad day you're having?" He suggested. "It'll make you feel better..."
************ In the hall Trish met up with Kevin and Shawn.
"So I'm guessing you two are the ones who convinced him to make up with her?" She asked them.
"We only gave him a little shove in the right direction." Shawn told her. "Where are they?"
"In our locker room." Trish told them. "You know they're both really screwed up."
"So what happened?" Kevin asked.
"When Bill rocked up, Lita wasn't even here. So I told him to sit down and talk to me. He's sitting there telling me how much he wanted to make it up to her, and standing the doorway, is Lita. She told him that he'd already made it up to her, and now they're probably kicking it on the couch." Trish explained.
"That's a lovely picture." Shawn screwed up his face.
"You aren't the one who will have to go in there later, so bite your tongue." She told him.
"I think it was a job well done." Kevin told the other two. "What do you say we get a drink?"
"As long as it's only coffee." Trish warned them. "We'll get our asses kicked if we're intoxicated in the ring tonight."
"Coffee it is." Shawn agreed. "How does lattes sound?"
"As long as it's a frappe mocha-latte, with extra foam, I don't care." Trish answered. "We did good tonight, and all week long."
"I can't believe she hung up on him." Kevin said as they walked.
"He started yelling at her. Hanging up was the proper response." Trish answered.
"In whose version of maturity?" Shawn asked.
"The female version." She told him. "I don't expect people to yell at me, and I know that it kills Lita. The only thing you can do is hang up the phone. I hung up on Eric Bischoff last week. He was yelling at me."
"So I can hang up on a girl who's yelling at me?" Kevin asked.
"No. If a girl's yelling at you over the phone, there must be a reason."
"That's a double standard." Shawn told her as they paid for their coffees.
"What did you expect?" She asked. "If there was only one set of rules the world wouldn't be any fun."
Not mine, characters not mine.
Thanks to everyone who reviews for me.
Samantha.
White Flag
"Come on, come on." Lita muttered in frustration as she waited at the airport.
"Ms. Dumas, we are working as fast as we can." One of the attendants told her.
"I know, and I'm grateful to you." She answered. "It's just, I have to be a work in less than an hour."
"We'll keep on doing our best." He promised.
"Do you have a phone I can use?" Lita asked. "I need to call my boss. Maybe he can help somehow."
"Sure, just use the one on the desk there." The man gestured to the phone.
Sighing, Lita picked up the handset and dialed. "Sharon, it's Lita can I talk to Steve please?" She asked, then waited for the call to be put through.
"Lita, what's going on?" Steve's voice came over the line.
"I'm having a really bad day." She told him. "A few days ago I had a fight with Bill, and I flew home to see my mom and dad. And I caught a flight out to where RAW is being shot tonight. I got off the plane from Florida, and as I was coming to the baggage terminal I got mugged, but I'm okay. I'm just still at the airport. I can't go anywhere because all of my ID, cash, and credit cards were in my purse and my purse is in my bag, which got stolen. So I guess I'm calling to say I'll probably be a little late to the arena tonight."
"Are you hurt?" Steve asked first off, his voice full of worry.
"No, I'm not hurt, a little shaken, pretty pissed off with myself, but I'm okay." Lita answered.
"Just sit tight. I'm sending a car over for you now. Have you cancelled credit cards and things?"
"Yeah I sat down with the police, they took care of it all for me."
"I'll have a car there for you soon, just sit tight. Are you in administration?"
"Yeah." She told him. "Thanks Steve. I didn't know who else to call."
Lita sat there in the administration waiting area, hugging her knees to her chest, waiting. "I'm glad I sent the CD to him by courier." She mumbled to herself, rocking from side to side.
Finally the driver of the car appeared in the administration area, and took her bags for her, taking care of everything.
***************
Before the show began on Monday night, Shawn Michaels walked into Goldberg's locker room. "Sorry man. I looked everywhere. I even asked everyone I saw, no one's seen her. I couldn't even find out if she's scheduled to be here or not."
Kevin Nash walked in as he finished speaking. "I didn't find her either, Bill. Sorry. I did find this though." He held up a CD case. "It was sitting in the door way. I almost stood on it."
"It wasn't there when I walked in a minute ago." Shawn told him.
Bill took the CD from Kevin and put it in the boom box that traveled with him, and leaving it.
"There's something written on here." Shawn announced, holding the case up to the light.
Silver marker showed up in the light, forming two words scrawled across the plastic in a familiar handwriting.
"White Flag?" Kevin asked.
"Play the disc." Shawn told Bill.
At once the music began to play through the speakers, haunting and enticing at the same time.
"I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you this
But if I didn't say it
Well I'd still have felt it,
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make you life harder
Or return to where we were
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be
I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again
And I cause nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules and it's over
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be
And where we meet which I'm sure we will
Our love was there, will be there still
I'll let it pass and hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be."
"Lita." He said quietly. "The CD is from her."
"How do you know?" Kevin asked.
"Because it was her singing." He answered.
"I think she's trying to tell you she's not giving up." Shawn observed.
"No shit Sherlock!" Kevin teased him.
"I'm serious." Shawn told him. "I bet if you go to her locker room, she'll be there. Probably waiting for you." "Do you want to get back with her?" Kevin asked.
"I just want to have one conversation with her where we don't yell at each other. I love her so much, but she makes me so mad sometimes."
"Women are like that." Shawn advised. "The madder they make us, the more we realize how much we love them."
"So do I stay here, or do I go and find her?" Bill asked them.
"Go and find her!" Both men shouted at him.
*********
He knocked lightly on the door to Lita's and Trish's locker room, then entered.
Trish stuck her head around the corner of the bathroom door. "Hey, what's going on?" Her blonde hair was wet, plastered to her head, making it obvious she was just out of the shower.
"Is Lita here?" He asked.
"I haven't seen her yet. I do know that she called ahead and told Steve she was running late somewhere. All he could tell me was that she promised she'd be here before her match."
He exhaled loudly.
"Is something the matter?" She asked.
"I just really wanted to talk to her."
"Is it because of the fight you two had?" Trish asked. "Don't look all surprised. We talk everyday on the phone, and it's not very often that we don't tell each other everything."
"Did she tell you everything?" Bill asked her.
"Yeah." Trish disappeared from sight for several minutes, the emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, a towel wrapped around her wet hair. "Sit down, and start telling me everything. It'll make you feel better." She gestured to the various places to sit in the room, throwing herself into an armchair.
"We argue, you know, about stupid things, and it doesn't matter. I know that I over-reacted and that it was just a mix up, and I'd give so much to just make it all better between us. I love her so much Trish. But I don't know what I can do to make it up to her."
"You just did." Both Trish and Bill turned to see Lita standing there, her sports bag draped over one shoulder. "I hate fighting with you, and I don't know why we do."
Bill stood taking her bag and dropping it before leaning down to kiss her.
"I missed you." She told him tearfully. "I'm having a really bad day." Surprising both Bill and Trish she burst into tears, dropping her other bags to the floor.
"God I love you." He held her close, while she laid her head against his chest.
"I'm sorry I didn't check my messages." Lita told him in between sobs.
"It's not your fault, I should have left you a note anyway." He answered, tilting her chin up to kiss her again.
"I felt really bad. Worse than that."
"I got your CD. It was beautiful." Bill told her as they sunk down onto the couch together.
"Was it a bad apology?"
He shook his head. "Tell me about this bad day you're having?" He suggested. "It'll make you feel better..."
************ In the hall Trish met up with Kevin and Shawn.
"So I'm guessing you two are the ones who convinced him to make up with her?" She asked them.
"We only gave him a little shove in the right direction." Shawn told her. "Where are they?"
"In our locker room." Trish told them. "You know they're both really screwed up."
"So what happened?" Kevin asked.
"When Bill rocked up, Lita wasn't even here. So I told him to sit down and talk to me. He's sitting there telling me how much he wanted to make it up to her, and standing the doorway, is Lita. She told him that he'd already made it up to her, and now they're probably kicking it on the couch." Trish explained.
"That's a lovely picture." Shawn screwed up his face.
"You aren't the one who will have to go in there later, so bite your tongue." She told him.
"I think it was a job well done." Kevin told the other two. "What do you say we get a drink?"
"As long as it's only coffee." Trish warned them. "We'll get our asses kicked if we're intoxicated in the ring tonight."
"Coffee it is." Shawn agreed. "How does lattes sound?"
"As long as it's a frappe mocha-latte, with extra foam, I don't care." Trish answered. "We did good tonight, and all week long."
"I can't believe she hung up on him." Kevin said as they walked.
"He started yelling at her. Hanging up was the proper response." Trish answered.
"In whose version of maturity?" Shawn asked.
"The female version." She told him. "I don't expect people to yell at me, and I know that it kills Lita. The only thing you can do is hang up the phone. I hung up on Eric Bischoff last week. He was yelling at me."
"So I can hang up on a girl who's yelling at me?" Kevin asked.
"No. If a girl's yelling at you over the phone, there must be a reason."
"That's a double standard." Shawn told her as they paid for their coffees.
"What did you expect?" She asked. "If there was only one set of rules the world wouldn't be any fun."