So sorry for such a gap in the chapters…as some of you know I broke two fingers…actually broke, snapped the knuckles in my middle and ring finger… made it hard to write…sorry that chapter's not very long, my fingers were killin' me. Hope you enjoy! Please R&R!

Truth Be Told

Chapter 25

When All Seems to Be Going Well…

Rachael did not feel the emptiness or the ache in her gut that she had so many times the past few weeks. She felt a flurry of desire pass through her as she felt Scott's fingers trail through her hair. She reveled in the weight of him on top of her, it was a feeling that felt right, like this is where they belonged.

She trailed her fingers down his sides, tugging at his shirt. He left their kiss long enough to remove his shirt and hers, rolling over so that she lay on top of him. Their lips met again, Scott moaning as Rachael traced her tongue along the inside of his upper lip.

"God, I missed you…" Scott whispered, as his lips trailed to nibble on her ear.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you…"Rachael said returning his gesture, Scott tightening his grip around her hips in response.

He pressed his mouth to hers, his mind racing with passion as he pressed his loins against her so that she was fully aware of his desire and intentions. She felt his bulge press into her; an action that drove her passion to the brink, losing all sense of reality. Scott rolled her over so that he was on top again, wasting no time in removing her jeans and panties. He plunged his mouth over her womanhood like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks. She felt massive shockwaves pass through her as she let the pleasure overtake her senses. His hands roamed her body, massaging her hardened nipples adding to the frenzy of satisfaction coursing through her veins. She grabbed one hand, licking and sucking on his finger, causing him to moan against her folds, the vibrations bringing her closer to a rapidly approaching climax. She moved her hips fluidly to the motion of his tongue, willing her orgasm to come faster. She felt him insert a finger into her, sending her over the edge. Arching her back, she pressed herself against his face as he eagerly lapped her juices. She felt as if lights exploded in her eyes, the sensations more intense that she remembered. She clawed the sheets, screaming his name as if she was announcing their passion to the world. She slowly rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm: Scott slowly crawling back up to her. He laid his weight against her, Rachael feeling his thickness warm and rigid against her thigh.

This time Rachael initiated the roll, turning Scott on his back as she slunk down the bed to his loins, griping his waiting member. She slowly sank her mouth over him, as Scott drew in a quick gasping breath in response. She moved on him, reveling in the warmth of him, his specific taste she enjoyed so much. Her tongue massaged his sensitive skin in sync with the rhythm of her lips. She felt Scott entangle his hands in her hair, gripping her head tighter the more suction she used. He pulled her off of his member, bringing her mouth back to him. He captured her lips again, his breath ragged. Their eyes met as the momentarily broke the kiss.

Scott rolled back over on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knee. He lifted her leg, hooking his elbow under her knee, making her open to him. He leaned back in; their lips fusing as he slowly entered her. She gasped as she felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers squeezing the flesh of his back. She felt him move slowly, but deliberate, his strokes rode deep into her, intensifying her pleasure to almost unimaginable heights.

Scott had missed this, not just the sex, but the fusion of them together, she felt different. He felt he'd never tire of them, he never wanted to let her go again, and he was going to show that to her. He slightly quickened his pace, his eyes watching her face, etched with pleasure. He felt a tingle in his loins as she bit her lower lip as he moved into her. He dipped his head down, toying with her hardened nipples, lightly licking and nipping at the bud. He returned to her lips, his tongue diving into hers searching for solace with hers. He felt his orgasm closing in, much soon than he'd anticipated; he'd wanted this to last for hours, but knew this would not be the end of the evening. He plowed into her faster, thrusting himself solidly into her heat.

Rachael had abandoned her attempt to stifle her blissful cries of passion. She called out his name, pulling his body as close to her as she could manage, feeling the burly hair of his chest rubbing against her own breasts. She felt his member expanding knowing he was close to coming. She lifted her head to he ear.

"Scott…come in me…I want to feel you come in me…" She whispered, softly licking the edge of his earlobe. He did respond verbally, but pushed himself into her with almost a desperate validity. She clung to him, their entire bodies pressed tightly together as his grunts grew with intensity. He called out her name as he thrust in her, pushing as deep as possible burying his seed deep inside her belly.

They lay entangled in each other, their breaths shaky and labored. Rachael closed her eyes as she felt a strange feeling welling up inside her. Before she knew it, tears had sprung to the corners of her eyes, spilling out over her cheeks in simple, solitary lines. Scott lifted his head from next to her, looking at her.

"Rachael…sweetie…what's wrong?" He asked concerned, wiping her tear streaks from her face, "Did I hurt you?"

"No…" she said smiling, shaking her head, "I don't know it just kinda snuck up on me…" She said staring into his eyes.

"I know how you feel…" Scott said, leaning down to flutter a kiss across her lips lightly.

Jocelyn sat in Sean's room across the hallway, trying to hide her smirk, a smirk that was shared by everyone else in the room. Since they'd left Rachael and Scott in the room, others had joined them in Sean's room: Marcus, Paul, Mark, Billy, and Jesse. The room, as large as it was, was a little cramped with the menagerie of wrestlers. They'd all heard quite well the activity occurring in the next room. To say the least everyone was relieved. It had been all too obvious the apparent connection between the two.

Another couple of hours later there was a quiet knock at the door. Jocelyn hopped up quickly, as if she'd been waiting the whole time for that specific moment. She opened the door letting in Rachael and Scott. The whole room erupted in applause and cat calls. Rachael smiled rolling her eyes, but felt her face grow hot under all of the attention. Scott slunk his arm around her waist as they walked in. For a few minutes it seemed that no matter what subject matter Rachael began to talk about, everyone was too focused on the two of them. It was starting to annoy her, in a good natured way though.

"Do I really have to say it?" Rachael said, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Say what, girlie?" Mark said, eyeing her knowingly.

"Ok fine, we did it, we got it on, we got busy… clear enough for everyone?" Rachael said, leaning up against Scott. Scott hugged her close to him as the room was filled with laughter.

"I'd like you to be more specific…" Mark said sipping a beer.

"You would, you perv…"Rachael said throwing a throw pillow at him.

They spent the rest of the evening on the coast, constructing an enormous bon-fire on the shore. Rachael curled up with Scott on one side of the fire. She was calmed by the mixture of the waves lapping against the shore and the steady thumping of his heart, humored by the sound of his rumbling laughter with her ear pressed against his chest. Rachael stayed quiet most of the evening, chiming in now and then when Mark or Kevin would go off on some tangent she knew was bullshit.

She knew they had to get back; the next night was big for the both of them. Nitro and Raw. She was sulky as they all piled back into their cars, heading back to the hotel. It seemed as if everyone was trying to give Scott and Rachael as much time alone as possible. Somehow they managed to be the only two in their car. Rachael laid against Scott's shoulder as they sped down the highway, the street lamps casting an occasional glow over them.

"Rachael, just tell me one thing…" Scott drawled, wrapping a free arm around her "Is there anything you want to tell me…"

"Well, yeah, but can it wait till we get back, please?" Rachael begged. Scott squeezed her kissing the top of her head.

"Well, to tell you the truth I know about your knee. All of it, the attack, the roids, you being tricked at the airport…" Scott said, turning into their parking lot.

"Well, that's part of it…" She said swallowing hard, "but there's more…" She said trailing off unable to look at him. He lifted her head with his finger.

"I love you, and we can work, no matter what it is, we are going to work it out cause I know we're supposed to be together." Scott said, his eyes searching hers. She managed a smile at him, her stomach churning with the though of divulging every detail to him. They exited the car and were quickly joined by the rest of the beach crowd. They all converged on the WWF's hotel, most already having decided on the after party location. Rachael was with Scott, Jocelyn and Marcus at the head of the group as they entered the lobby. Rachael stopped short as she walked through the lobby, locking a cold stare with a man that made her skin crawl.

Rupert smirked at her from across the room. She felt the crowd swell around her as if creating an army.

"Don't you think you're in the wrong place, little man?" Scott said through clenched teeth. Rachael felt the hand he had on her back ball up in a fist.

"I just thought I'd come and congratulate a former employee on her success, there's nothing wrong with a little compliment." Rupert said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Actually, when it comes to her, there is something wrong…" Kevin said, stepping towards him.

"I just admire your dedication to one another. I just hope she's not stringing you all along on anything…" He said still smirking dangerously. Rachael could not believe her ears. He was still out to get her; here she was trying to do the right thing this time and he was trashing her efforts.

"Get lost, prick…" Jocelyn said loudly. Rupert seemed to ignore her, but his face faltered a bit.

"Well, I just wanted to make sure that she saw a doctor… a miscarriage is a very serious matter and needs to be attended to." He said, his menacing smile returning. Rachael felt like she couldn't breathe. He'd done it again, what was wrong with this man? Something in him must have been truly evil.

No one spoke; she could feel the heat of several stares on the back of her neck, but she ignored them, too overwhelmed with anger to concentrate on anything else.

"You know what Rupert? Yeah I did take care of it, but come to think of it you were the only person that knew about it, before me even. And who was that, help me refresh my memory, but who was that, that kicked my stomach as hard as they could afterwards as if they knew what they were doing? Now, who was that, Rupert?" Rachael said, walking slowly towards him, laying on the sarcasm as thick as she could.

"What business does a 16 year old have being pregnant…? I did you a favor…" Rupert said, a sickening smile still spread across his face. Rachael felt something rush past her and realized a moment later that it was Scott when he tackled Rupert, connecting with bone-shattering blows to Rupert's face and body. Kevin rushed over next, followed by Mark who attempted to pull the raging Scott off of the limp man on the floor whose face was covered in blood.

"Scott, buddy, come on, ease up now…take it easy…" Kevin said, as he and Mark managed to pull him back.

"Ease up?!? That fucker killed my baby!" Scott screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I know man, I know, but you getting thrown in jail isn't gonna help. Take Rachael upstairs. Go man, just go!" Kevin said forcing his friend away from the scene. Scott grabbed Rachael's hand, stomping away furiously. He didn't speak the entire time they walked to the room or on the elevator. He slammed the door behind him when they entered her room. He sat on the edge of the bed, burying his head in his hands as he tried to steady his anger. After a few minutes, his face reappeared as he motioned for Rachael to sit next to him.

"Ok, tell me what I need to know…" He said quietly; Rachael could hear shakiness in his voice that was familiar to crying. She swallowed, trying to moisten her dry throat.

"Well, I was…I didn't have a clue, but having those damn guardian papers gave him a lot of info. The doctor didn't tell me, but he told him. After the match, my stomach started hurting and that's when I went to the doctor…they listened for a heartbeat and said it was gone. I went to another doctor in WWF and they said I had only been a few weeks along…my body absorbed it or something." Rachael said, trying to control her own emotions. She felt Scott's arms encircle her and felt it impossible to hold back any longer, crying into his chest as he pulled her to him. It was another several minutes before he spoke.

"Okay…that's out…so anything else?" He asked, smoothing a fly away strand of hair from her face. She shook her head.

"I didn't ever see anyone about my knee, and I'm still taking steroids…" She said in almost a whisper. She expected a tongue lashing and long spiel on the downfalls, but Scott just stroked her back.

"I had a feeling the way Sean said you'd been acting lately, textbook example…but baby, I ain't gonna lecture you, but you need to stay off of them, now. You've seen what they do to people, don't do that to yourself."

She nodded her head, finding a renewed vigor to stay away from the drugs.

"Is that it?" Scott said, still caressing her.

She slowly shook her head. This was the one she wanted least to tell him about. She took a deep breath.

"I…uh…I had sex with someone…" She said quietly, but Scott heard every word. He again, did not get angry.

"Who?" He asked softly.

"Adam Copeland…I didn't even mean to, my knee was killing me and I had heard he has some stuff. I went and asked him…all he had was coke…I just wanted the pain to stop…so I did it, then I couldn't really think so I just let him do whatever…I felt like such a…a…well, a whore…" Rachael said, unable to face him.

"That is the last thing anyone should ever think of you as…I hope you didn't go back anymore…" Scott asked, almost sounding as if he was begging that she would say no.

"No, I didn't go near him after that…I didn't like the way that shit made me feel afterwards…I just…"

"I had sex with some one too…" Scott said, this time he was unable to look her in the eye. Rachael swallowed hard. She knew she couldn't be a hypocrite…but it hurt.

"I don't think I even knew her name…and the whole time…all I could think of was you…all I could see was you. I was fuckin' smashed and felt like a royal prick after…I'm sorry too. I guess we both made some mistakes…" Scott said looking at her again. She felt her heart beat rapidly as if it would fly out of her chest. The truth really had set her free. She leaned into Scott quickly, locking their lips together. Scott was surprised at first but returned the lip lock promptly. Both were upset when there were several loud quick raps at the door.

"Come on man, come back later…" Scott yelled at the door.

"No, man, we need to talk to you now…" A voice said muffled by the door. It sounded extremely urgent. Scott got up, still miffed answering the door.

"What is it?" He said as Kevin, Jocelyn, Marcus and Sean entered the room.

"Bad news…" Kevin started.

"What's going on?" Rachael asked standing. Jocelyn spoke rapidly as if extremely upset.

"Rupert wasn't in the wrong building…McMahon hired him…"