Chapter 28 - A Kiss Worth A Thousand Words.

Walking into the hospital with Chris at my side I felt the familiar feeling of resentment surge through my body. I hated this, it was my third week of physiotherapy on my knee and I didn't feel like I was making any progress at all. It had been 4 weeks since I injured it and (at least I was thankful for) I wasn't walking with crutches anymore. Hallelujah praise the Lord! Whatever.

As we walked though the car park I saw Bobby's car again. -Right on time- I couldn't get away from him, even when I changed my appointments he somehow knew. He was always there. I held tighter onto Chris' hand as we walked through into the building that I had grown to hate.

I was still thinking about Randy. 24/7. There was no escape, even when Mickie or John called my first question was always "how's Randy doing?" and the answer would always be the same "still thinking and asking about you" not something you want to hear is it? But it was my own fault. I did ask

I sat on the bed and listened as my sister repeated the same thing over and over again. The things I heard every damn day "lift your leg slowly… bend your knee" blah, blah, blah. With everything getting on top of me I was feeling more and more ill every day. I felt sick to my stomach. I had kept this from everyone though. They didn't need to know I was ill.

"Lift your leg higher!"

"Jen shut the fuck up! I can't lift it any… any…" I dropped my knee and held onto my stomach "excuse me for a second" I got up and walked into the bathroom as casually as I could, once I locked the door behind me I threw my head into the toilet and puked my guts out so to speak. I hated this! I felt like an idiot, like I couldn't do anything for myself. I felt another wave of nausea come over me and I was sick another two times in the toilet. It left a foul taste in my mouth.

I sat up and wiped my mouth, -what I need is a very stiff drink.- I told myself that every time I was sick, but then I would replace the thought with -what I need is Randy at my side- but he couldn't. He was wrestling along with everyone else, Mickie, John, Dave, Hunter. Even Kelly! They were all enjoying the tour. Enjoying touring Europe.

And I was sat here in a toilet being sick. It was great! Sarcasm is a wonderful thing. Randy had called me, and we talked for hours at a time. It was just like we used to be, it was so hard tuning in and watching Raw, I watched them all drinking in the fans cheers, flying off the top rope, pinning each other and getting their hands raised in victory. And I was jealous. Gross, I hated being jealous.

But I was just sat there with a tea in one hand listening to my mum complain about the neighbor's cat getting into our garden again. I stood up and pulled the chain on the toilet I stepped out and looked at Chris leaning on the sink "you okay?"

"Yeah, just peachy"

"can the sarcasm"

"it's just hard for me, all of the physio, all the stress it's just getting on top of me"

"you shouldn't be getting sick because of stress, it's a sign that something is wrong"

"don't start, it's nothing it'll go away soon, can we just go back out so I can finish this thing and go home?" he rolled his eyes and walked out, I followed him and sat on the bed. I looked up at my sister as she held onto my leg and continued with the physio. Right now I hated her, I hated everyone, but it only lasted the physio session.

"Good news little sister. Your physio is going extremely well at the moment, I know your suppose to have the stabilizer on for six weeks but I think next week we can take it off"

"Can't I have it off before Raw is in England on Monday I promise I won't do any Shooting Star Presses. I promise?"

"Don't get to ahead of yourself, will take it off next Friday okay? That's only 7 days"

"so I'll have to see everyone with this ugly thing on?" I looked down at the source of my annoyance, I had tried making it look as nice as possible drawing on and at getting Chris to write his name all over it, but it did no good, Jenny sighed and walked over to the cupboard

"I'll tell you what, we'll swap the stabilizer for a knee brace" I smiled up at her, the first smile I had worn in weeks and jumped from the bed, I buckled a little but just threw my arms around her neck hugging her tightly "get on the bed so I can put it on"

Walking out of the hospital I felt a lot better, I looked down at the brace, and smiled again my knee felt free for the first time in 4 weeks. "Fozz we need to stop off at a hardware store before we get home"

"may I ask why?"

"So I can by some spray-paint and make this more colorful" I looked at Chris smile and shake his head, I heard him mutter 'crazy woman' before opening up the door and helping me into the car. So what if I was a crazy woman. My knee was free to move again and I was as happy as a kitten.


Monday came round pretty quickly. Too quickly if you ask me. I was nervous about seeing everyone again, I felt like the Vicki Summers who turned up at Raw all those months ago, in jeans and a t-shirt having my first match with Melina. It was weird, I didn't like this feeling.

I looked over at the clock on the wall, 3.34pm they were still on the plane, I had called Mickie this morning and she was just about to board the flight, I couldn't wait to see them all, I missed them like crazy and tonight would be my first appearance on Raw since my injury. I was looking forward to appearing in front of the English fans. I had the jitters badly, my stomach felt full of butterflies or snakes whichever ones wriggle more and make you feel even more nervous.

My knee was feeling a lot better today there was a soft knock on my door and Chris poked his head round with his hand over his eyes "you decent?"

"No, I'm naked and wet, writhing about on my bed" he took his hand away from his eyes and walked in, flopping down on the bed

"that's good" I threw my brush at him and laughed "hey! Watch out, I could kick you in the knee right now and…" I walked over and grabbed him by the ear

"And what Fozz?"

"Nothing! Oww, oww, oww let go, this hurts!" I let go and watched him rub his ear, "looking forward to seeing everyone tonight?"

"Nervous is more like it, how about you? Nervous about seeing everyone again?"

"why should I be? I'm not going"

"like hell you aren't you have to come!"

"no way, I gave all that up years ago, I'm not going back"

"it's not like you're going to be seen in the ring or anything, just there for moral support for your favorite girl, please? Everyone will be so surprised to see you! Y2J returns! Look I'll even get down on my knee" I tried getting on my knee and begging but fell when it buckled beneath me, Chris got up and helped me onto the bed

"don't do that Roxy you know I can't resist you when you go all 'moral support' on me. Besides it's not as though no one knows I've been looking after you for all these weeks is it?"

"Actually they don't… they only know you as Fozz, I don't think I've ever mentioned that your Chris Jericho" I looked at him, he looked deep in thought

"why haven't you told them?"

"Because, it just never occurred to me. Too me you aren't Chris Jericho you're my Fozz. And besides I thought it would be a nice surprise for everyone turning up with Chris Jericho on my arm, my best friend who will do anything for me! Please it's not just seeing everyone again, it's seeing Randy. I don't want to do that alone"

"okay, okay fine I'll do it! But only for you" I jumped onto of him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it I promise"

"I'm going to go and help your mom, she's got tons more stuff to do around the house before we all leave" he ruffled my hair and walked back out the room, I sighed and sat down on my chair, I looked at my knee, it was getting better with every physio session I did. My knee brace was now a deep pink colour after I made Chris stop off so I could by some paint. Jeff would have approved.

But I was still being sick. Every morning and every night, I tried to keep it secret but I know my mum, Jen and Chris had caught on, no one said anything. I walked over to my wardrobe and took out my clothes. I couldn't wear any jeans because I would have had to cut off one of the legs of them and I didn't want to ruin a perfectly good pair of jeans just because of my stupid leg.

I took off my dressing gown and pulled out my black mini skirt with a leopard print belt, I slipped it on and decided on my blood red halter top with a plunging neck line. I wanted to look like a knockout for my TV return. I wanted the attention to be on everything but my knee brace. I put on my denim jacket that reached just under my bust. I grabbed my shoes and walked downstairs.

I stopped at the bottom and looked in the reflection of the mirror on the wall at my mum and Chris who were deep in conversation both with concern all over their faces. I walked as quietly as I could and listened in "I'm worried about her Chris"

"me too, but I don't know what to say to her, I know she's stressing out about everything that's going on"

"she's always looking over her shoulder, looking for him wondering whether or not his going to hurt her again, I'm scared I'm going to lose her again and I don't want that, you know the stories. I don't want her going back Chris, I won't have it, I won't!" I looked at my mum and felt a pang of guilt hit me. Chris hugged her and I walked into the living room and sat on the couch, I slipped on my shoes and tied the silk ribbon around my ankle and calf.

I looked at Chris walking out the kitchen he jumped when he saw me he put his hand on his chest and sat next to me "how long have you been here?"

"Oh I don't know couple weeks, it is my house"

"Don't be an ass clown how long you been sitting here?"

"I just came down"

"Alright, you look amazing by the way"

"Thank you, what time are we leaving?"

"I think about 5?" I nodded my head and rested it on his shoulder I had been avoiding thinking about Randy all day but now I was allowing myself to start again. I missed him every single second of the day, I missed his smell, I missed his voice, I missed the feeling of his lips on mine, I miss all the cliché shit you're suppose to miss when you love someone.

I still loved him like crazy, I loved him with everything I was, and I'm so scared that he doesn't love me anymore, he shouldn't, he should move on and find someone else because I couldn't be with him till this situation was over with. And it would never be over.

"Right Roxy I'm just taking your mum out to grab a few things and when we get back will get going okay?" I nodded and rested my head on the arm of the sofa. I closed my eyes and relaxed with everything going through my head I didn't hear the front door open. I heard a tiny bag as something fell and I opened my eyes, I sat up and looked around.

There was nobody there I stood up and looked outside the window at the back of the house, and I still saw nothing. I was about to turn around when I felt a sickening blow to the back of my leg, I collapsed onto the floor and screamed out in pain, I looked up to see the manic look in Bobby's eyes. "You sure do pick the soft spot don't you Bob?"

"I sure do sweetheart, now get up" he grabbed a fist full of my head and picked me up on my feet, I stumbled a little trying not to put too much weight on my injured right knee. "I said get up!" he yanked hard and turned my body to face him "I think I've been to easy on you. I think I need to remind you whose in control" he pulled back his head and before I could react he head butted me and I fell back and reached my hand up.

My cheek was on fire, he gave me another kick to my leg, "stop it Bobby please, stop!" he bent down and got right into my face I could feel his breath on me. He snaked his hand around my throat and started squeezing.

"Don't worry, this is just a taste of what I'll be giving you, I'll be in the arena tonight, watching you. Watching you with your friends, watching you at 'work'. I'm not going anywhere soon" he let me go and I tried catching my breath, I held my throat and looked at him leaving, -his crazy he'll never get in there without being caught by the police-

I felt my stomach churn I picked myself up the floor and hoped into the kitchen with one hand firmly on my leg I bent over the sink and threw up again. It felt as though my stomach was one giant knot. I threw up again, feeling as though my head was going to explode; I reached out and filled a cup with cold water. I slowly drank it and I felt the knot in my stomach begin to unwind. My head hurt, my stomach hurt and my leg hurt. I was in pain basically and it sucked.

I walked back into the living room and sat myself on the sofa and cried. I cried it all out now before anyone got home, this whole thing was getting out of hand, I picked up the phone dialed the emergency number, my finger hovered over the green button, -I need to call the police, if I don't it's going to get worse, but why can't I bring myself to just connect the call!?- Instead I cleared the number and threw my phone into the corner. "GOD DAMNIT!" I let out an annoyed groan and went upstairs; I walked into my room and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I picked up my make-up and started re-applying it while waiting for my curling iron to heat up. I put on a shimmering eye shadow with a thin layer of eyeliner.

I finished curling my hair when I heard the front door open, my heart began to race, I gripped onto the side of my desk "ROX'S IT'S US, YOU READY YET?" I breathed out a sign of relief.

"Yeah I just need to brush my teeth and I'll be down".

An hour and a half later me, Chris and my mother were just pulling into the arena. They show was starting any minute now and the fans were still making their way inside, I climbed out of the car and grabbed my bag, I felt Chris grab onto my hand and my mother at my side as we walked through the back entrance. When I walked in I felt like I was home again, the crew was running around frantically making last minute checks, there was the noise from the fans coming though to the back, and the superstars were all moving from one place to the other, I gripped Chris' hand tighter and started walking towards the locker room "well, well, well Chris Jericho" we turned round to see the grinning face of my boss

"Stephanie McMahon, long time no see, how's Daddy?"

"his just fine thanks for asking, how's the band?"

"it's just fine thanks" I watched on wondering what was going to happen next, then I got the biggest surprise of my life when they hugged each other, I let go of Chris' hand and stood next to my mum, Steph let go of Chris and came towards me

"Vicki, you are looking absolutely amazing. How's the knee?"

"It's great should be back in the ring in no time, this thing" I pointed down at my brace "is coming off on Friday, and as soon as my sister clears me I'm back in the ring with Fozz over there"

"how do you know Chris"

"he's my best friend, it's a long story, by the way Steph I'd like you to meet my mother, Carol Summers, mum this is my boss" my mum and Stephanie shook hands and smiled at each other

"And where is your father?" I looked at her and my heart filled with dread I was about to answer but my mum saved me, thank the lord for her

"Unfortunately he's no longer around, he passed away years ago"

"oh, I didn't know that" I smiled at Stephanie and she lead us to her office we didn't meet anyone interesting along the way so we got there fairly quickly, "make yourselves at home" I sat down and watched as Steph took the seat behind her desk, she rested her hands on the desk and looked at me intently "first of all, welcome back! I'm so glad you are because everyone has been missing you so much"

"I know I kept in touch with Mickie, John and Randy, even Hunter called a few times"

"well I wanted to go over some business with you before you have to leave, I wanted to let you know that you will still be getting your Woman's Championship shot" my heart rose into my throat and I felt it start to beat frantically, I wanted to start singing 'I still get a title shot, I still get a title shot' but I didn't yippee for me. "A new champion may be crowned before you get back but you will be able to challenge for it when you are ready, secondly we want this whole Randy/Vicki thing to get more romantic. We want it to ultimately end with you and him leaving Evolution"

For a second there I thought everything was finally going to be okay, and then I get slapped in the face. I didn't know whether or not to be grateful; me and Randy being close on screen didn't help the fact that off screen things were a lot more difficult. But I smiled anyway making it seem it was all okay, I was feeling sick again. "You better get going, you have a bit to film anytime soon"

"okay, thanks Steph, Mum you coming?"

"No I think I'm going to have a little chat with Stephanie for a while you go ahead" Chris got up and walked out with me we passed plenty of people, some stopping and talking with Chris welcoming him back. We got to the locker room we were looking for with 'Evolution' written on the front.

"Wait here Fozz" I put my hand on the door and silently slipped in, when I looked in the door no one was there "there's no one in, come on" we slipped into the room and sat on the plush leather couch. And waited. After 10 minutes I heard the door handle go, me and Chris stood up and waited to see who walked through,

Dave, Hunter, Ric, Randy and Mickie all walked through the door and stopped dead in their tracks when they saw it was me "anybody here order a Miss Vicki Summers?" They looked at me mouth wide open, they didn't know whether to react to me or to Chris "well did anybody?" I looked as Mickie threw her arms around my neck and cuddled me closely. "Hey Mickie"

"We have all missed you so much!" Hunter came forwards and hugged me

"hey trouble maker!" he looked up at Chris "how do you know him?"

"Oh right, guys this is Fozz, my best friend"

"This is Fozz? I had no idea" Hunter walked over to Chris and embraced his old friend. I looked on as Ric, Dave, Hunter and Mickie all walked over to him and started talking. Leaving me and Randy alone.

"Want to go for a walk?" he nodded and held the door open for me we walked in silence I said the occasionally 'hi' to some of the crew, we both stopped outside interview area, I sat on the crate and looked at Randy, he still hadn't said a word to me since I had seen him

"you look amazing…" I felt my cheeks glow red, he could still make me weak at the knees -well… knee- "how are you doing?"

"As good as I can be. My sister has been working my ass off, and it guess you could say it's paying off, I'll be back kicking butt in no time" he took my hand in his and stroked it softly

"I've really missed you. I've been going crazy without you here" I felt my eyes sting with tears; he is probably the only man that could make me cry with a few simple words. But I didn't cry, I held back. Good, I wasn't so weak after all.

"I've missed you too Randy." he looked at me and smiled. I felt an over whelming desire to grab him and kiss him, just to tell him it was all a mistake. But I couldn't not after Bobby's warning today. "We better get ourselves ready we have a bit to do soon" he just smiled at me and still hold on tight to my hand. As soon as I had said it the camera crew was setting up.

On Camera-

"Welcome back to Raw folks and we are here live in London, England, my guest at this time is WWE Intercontinental Champion Randy Orton" I let go of his hand and let him walk into focus, I heard the crowd boo but I was surprised when there was a definite cheer in there somewhere "my first question for you would be what is Evolutions game plan going into the eight man tag team match tonight?"

"It's very simple, were going in there to win it, and when your Evolution you don't need a game plan"

"How are you going to manage going into the match without the support of Evolutions personal and hometown Diva Vicki Summers"

"like we have been doing for the past month. Going into our matches and winning them…" I walked into camera shot and heard the deafening roar of the London crowd cheering

"So you haven't missed me at all Randy?" he took hold of my hand and spun me around

"Of course I missed you… you look amazing, why didn't you tell us you were going to be here?"

"I didn't think it took a genius to work it out. This is my home town, I wasn't going to miss this show for the whole world, I wasn't going to miss seeing the London crowd!" by this time Todd had left the interview area and it was just me and Randy on screen. I was suddenly nervous at being alone with him, yeah, yeah I know the crowd was watching but still, that wasn't my point.

"Well maybe after the show you can show me the night life here in London"

"sure I don't see why not, I'll catch you later" I went to walk off by Randy still had my hand, he gently pulled me back and lowered his head to mine, it was a natural reaction to meet him halfway I caught his soft lips on mine and kissed him. I had missed the way he tasted, the way he felt. I heard my heart beat in my chest.

Buh-BUB

Buh-BUB

Buh-BUB.

It felt like someone was going to tap me on the shoulder and say, "can you keep your heart beat down please? We're trying to film a live show" But I couldn't even if I try. I let him deepen the kiss. This kiss was telling me everything I had been feeling for the past couple of weeks was okay. That it was okay to feel weak at some points. That is was okay to feel sick once in a while and that it was okay to still love him because he still loved me too. This one kiss only lasted about 5 seconds, but it told me everything I needed to know, he let me go and I felt myself reach for more, I gave him a small peck on the lips "I'll see you later handsome" I turned on my heel and walked out of camera shot

Off Camera-

It was crazy, I spend 4 weeks away from him and I go stir crazy but one minute with him and I feel myself slip back into a normal reality. With just one kiss he managed to tell me that everything was going to be okay from now on.