Title: Good at Being Bad

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, don't sue.

Credit: Song owned by Aaliyah.

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"A special smile, a certain touch
I never had a love that I loved so much
When I look back, you're everywhere
Turn the page, you were there"

"Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust….we are gathered here today to honor the memory of…" The priest went on.

Spike listened, with tears in his eyes. In his hands, were daisies. "Lita loved daisies." He whispered. The woman that sat next to him only nodded her head sadly.

"My very best friend, my summer day
My only someone to depend on
When I lost my way
You came and answered my every prayer
Turn the page, you were there"

When it was his turn to walk up towards the coffin, he didn't know whether to run away or to stay.

This isn't Lita, only what is left of her on this earth.

He knelt down towards the coffin so he could brush away a few strands of her beautiful hair from her face.

"What would I do if some strange morning,
I opened up my eyes to find you gone
I can't imagine how I would survive it
I finally got the reason to go on"

He had woken up that next morning in the waiting room after they had taken Lita to the hospital. The doctors wouldn't even tell him anything until her parents had arrived. When they broke down, he knew she was gone.

Beautiful even in death.

He laid the daisies beside her, although everyone put the flowers they had brought in the church. He unfolded her hand that was lying at the side. In her hand Spike placed the necklace that Lita had been so frantic into finding that she had rushed straight to the hotel room to try to look for it. When he had asked about the necklace, the front desk had said that they had found it in the room, right next to the bed stand. He kept the necklace until now, knowing that it had to have significance to Lita or she wouldn't have been so heartbroken about losing it. Spike closed her hand, raising it to his cheek.


Lita's hands were like ice. Her hands were always so warm, so loving, like she was.

He kissed her hand.

What I would have done for one chance with you.

Spike wiped his tears away from his eyes, but found that the tears wouldn't stop.

"My one sure thing, my solid ground
All I ever wanted was the love that we found
When I look back, you're everywhere
Turn the page, you were there"

He surveyed the room. Everyone on the roster was here to pay his or her respects.

They didn't talk to her then, why come here now when it's obvious they'd rather be anywhere else?

As the coffin was slowly lowered to the ground, he felt the only link that connected him with Lita was gone.

"No!" He cried out, trying to stop the coffin from being lowered, but someone held him back.

Spike turned around, anger in his eyes, anger at the people that didn't care for Lita, anger for those who just didn't care at all.

"Spike, there's nothing you can do," Trish to put an arm around his shoulder, but he pulled back.

He ran from the place, he didn't care that everyone stared at him as he ran by, he cared about nothing, now that Lita was gone.

The funeral was being taken place in Lita's hometown. Only a week before, she had showed him her home, what her life was like when she was younger. Only a week before.

Spike found the special place that Lita had shown him. When she had shown him the small cliff overlooking a mountain, she had told him that when she was little she had come to the place whenever she had felt lost, lonely.

From his pocket he pulled out a single balloon. When he had managed to fill it with air, he tied a string, attached with it, daisies.

Spike looked up at the sky. It had been raining, but now the sun seemed to shine beyond the dark clouds.

He clutched the balloon in his hand, feeling the wind breeze.

He let go of the balloon, watching it quickly catch pace, rising into the skies. He gazed at the balloon until it was only a fading dot in the distance.

Lita, can u hear me? If you can, I just wanted you to know, I love you, now and forever.

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Two weeks had passed, two weeks since his world had come crashing down, and it didn't look like it was getting better.

It had only gotten worse when Edge had come up to him later on that day.

"Spike wait up!" Edge jogged towards him, Trish's hand in his own.

Spike looked up.

"Spike, you know that ever since…since that happened, we need another member. I was wondering if Trish could be that member, she agreed that she would get out of the deal she made with the Hardy Boyz if it's ok with you."

Spike laid a steely gaze on Trish, then back again at Edge. "Are you saying that you're going to replace Lita?"

Trish's eyes widened in surprise "I'm not trying to replace anyone, Edge suggested this and I thought it might be a good idea…."

Spike turned to Edge. "Nobody can replace Lita."

"Of course, but we have to try to move on…" Edge started to say.

Spike cut him off "Move on? MOVE ON? She's only been gone for two weeks! I can't…"

Trish tried to give him reassurance but he wouldn't have any of it.

"Back away from me you witch," Trish looked as if she had been slapped in the face. "I don't want to be part of any team that would just forget a team member, not only a team member but the spirit of the whole team in just two weeks! As of today, I don't want to be in this team any longer." Spike walked away.

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"Mr.McMahon, can I please talk with you?" Spike asked, coming into his office.

"Ah, Spike come in come in. I was just going to have a talk with you."

"About?"

"Well…nevermind you can go first, what's on your mind?"

"I came here today, I thought about this for the last few days, and I decided…. I no longer want to be a part of WWF."

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Note: I'm sorry if this chapter offended anyone, since it involves death suicide, etc. Next chapter will answer the question you probably have on your minds. Will Spike leave the wwf or will Vince be able to change his mind? Stay tuned :)