Chapter 36: Come and Get Me

"If you still love me, come and get me." That was all Lauren could say, before she kissed his lips gently, and laid her head on the bed to go to sleep.

Batista had a dream that night, one he would never forget. He was in a huge meadow, and Lauren was standing about a yard away from him, smiling beautifully. "Lauren?" he called out. She simply giggled, turned, and ran away from him. "Lauren, wait!" he said and started running after her. He found her at the edge of a beautiful lake, with his back to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, not wanting to let her go.

"So you finally decided to have a real woman in your life?" Batista's let go as he realized that it wasn't Lauren's voice. The young woman he thought was her, turned out to be none other than Trish Stratus. Batista backed away, looking around to try and find Lauren. He turned around to see her crying.

"How could you?" she cried.

"Lauren, no! You don't understand!" Batista yelled to her. Lauren simply turned around and started running away again. Batista tried running after her, only to feel Trish holding him back. When Batista turned back around, Lauren was standing over a ledge. She slowly turned to face him with tear-stained cheeks, and mouthed something he couldn't hear. She then turned back around and stepped off the ledge. "NO!" Batista yelled. Batista woke up with a huge hangover, complete with major headache. He slowly sat up groaning, only to be met with an unexpected sight next to him. There she was, sleeping beside him, like she used to. He actually started reaching for her, scared that if he moved too quickly, she'd disappear like a dream. Batista gently placed his hand on her head, and stroked her head. Lauren moaned contentedly and started waking up. The hand on her head moved to cup her chin and have her look up. "Lauren?" Batista asked in shock.

Lauren stood up from the chair and walked into the bathroom. She grabbed a washcloth, moistened it, and walked back out. She handed it to him, grabbed her purse and started walking out. "Keep that on your head. It should help a little bit, and try not to move around too much. Try eating some toast and drinking coffee." It was all she said as she started opening the door. She stopped when his hand covered hers. Lauren looked behind her to see Batista standing there, with his hand on top of hers. "Is there something else you need?" she asked bluntly, trying not to breakdown in front of him.

"Lauren...please." he whispered quietly. His hand traveled to her waist, as did the other one. He held her to his chest, and laid his head on top of hers. "Don't leave me," he begged.

Lauren closed her eyes, enjoying his hold, thinking it could be the final time she could. "Batista, I have to go," she said and slowly removed his hands from her waist. She opened the door once again and looked at him with tears running down her cheeks. If you still love me, come and get me. She repeated to herself and walked out. Batista didn't understand why he just stood there and let her leave. Batista leaned against the door, and pounded it with his fist. He then looked down at it to see that his knuckles were a little bloody. Had he been in a fight? He slowly walked into the bathroom and looked at his face. He was bruised, and a cut was bandaged on his forehead. As he touched it, he knew she had done it. Only she could do it as precisely and so well. Something repeated in his head ever since he left, like he had heard it somewhere, If you love me, come and get me. He didn't know where he had heard it, who said it, or what it meant. As much as he tried to forget it, it kept playing in his mind.

Meanwhile, Lauren was standing in the elevator, crying her heart out. She actually fell to her knees crying. She remembered the dream she had before Batista's touch woke her up.

She was standing in the middle of a wrestling ring, and she was in wrestling gear. She looked across the ring to see Trish Stratus ready to fight. Lauren took little time in charging her, when she stopped to see Batista coming up from behind her, and kissing her fully on the lips. "No! This can't be happening!" Lauren cried backing away. Batista simply smirked as he wrapped his arms securely around Trish's waist.

"Sorry hon, but it looks like he needs a real woman in his life," Trish smirked evilly as she kissed Batista again. Lauren backed away towards the ropes crying endlessly. Without warning, Batista walked up to her, and cupped her chin in his hand. He gently kissed her on the lips, while giving her a smile. Lauren smiled back, only to see Trish clothesline her over the top rope. She didn't fall onto the floor, instead she fell into endless darkness.

She stretched her hand up towards Batista. "If you still love me, come and get me!" she cried up to him. Before she saw what he chose to do, she had woken up. Once she walked into her room, she headed straight for the shower. She hoped that the water wouldn't wash away the feeling of him holding her. She held herself the same way he did a few moments before. Once she was finished she wrapped herself in a towel and simply sat on her bed. Please come get me, she cried in her mind.

A/N: This is a chapter I'm not all that proud of. Personally I think everyone could have lived on without this chapter, but if you like it, I appreciate it. Like many of my other chapters, I put it up simply to lead up to the good stuff. foolishangel87: Oh my god. I can't thank you enough for reviewing my story. I'm so glad you like it. It also made me happy to see you take the time to review every chapter. Though it was unnecessary, it was much appreciated. Thank you again. :)