Title: Good at Being Bad

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

Note: This is a revised version of the original

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Vince was obviously surprised at what Spike had said; for he had a look of disbelief on his face.

"Are you sure you want to do this son? Once you're out of WWF, you're out of it for good."

Spike hesitated, but nodded. "It's always been my dream of joining WWF and wrestling here, I thought this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, but now that Lita's gone….wrestling isn't as good as it used to be, she was a part of the team, she WAS the team. I'm sorry Mr.McMahon, but I'm sure this is what I want to do."

Vince McMahon shook his hand. "In this short time that we have had you here, I hope you enjoyed your stay in the company. You are a great wrestler, and I hope that you keep in touch with your fellow wrestlers."

Spike managed to smile. "Thank you Mr.McMahon, I'll always look back at the WWF and think what an honor it was to have been in such a great federation."

He picked up his luggage that he had brought with him to the arena. Spike walked out of the arena, getting into his car. He had already said his good-byes, and to Edge and Trish, he had left a note. He just hoped they would forgive him for what he had done, for them to know it wasn't their fault that he was angry, it was his.

Spike drove into the night, the bed of stars shining above him, he glanced up at the sky.

I think of you as my Guardian Angel, Lita. I just hope you watch over me.

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"Spike? Where were you man, you were supposed to…" His voice trailed off when he saw Spike wasn't in his locker room.

Edge turned to Trish. "Where do you think he is?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure." Trish approached the table on which she saw an envelope.

"A letter for you?" She asked, handing it over to him.

Edge examined the letter; it was a white envelope, in the middle printed neatly in Spike's handwriting

Edge and Trish.

"Your name is on it too, and…it's from Spike."

She raised her eyebrow in surprise. She read over his shoulder as he opened the letter.

Edge and Trish,

By the time you read this, I'll probably be already gone from the arena. I made a decision early this week; I've considered it an option for several weeks now. I'm going to quit the WWF. I just can't go to arenas night after night and try to wrestle 100% when I know I wouldn't be able to.

Edge, you remember the day that I admitted to you that I had feelings for Lita? You finally made me realize that my feelings for her were real, not just something that would disappear and vanish out of sight. You gave me the first push to make my move, to express my feelings to Lita, and I'll always be grateful for your friendship and your help. Without your help, I know I never would have found the love I found in Lita.

Although she was taken away from this earth too quickly before her time, I'll always be grateful for the times that I got to spend with her, every minute I remember. I never did receive the kiss that I had so wished for from Lita, but I found something much better than that, her unmeasured friendship, if not so her love.

I'm going to try to go on and live my life, I know Lita would have wanted me to. I know she would have said to me "Stop being a wimp, just because I'm gone doesn't mean I'm not here." But I can't do that if I stayed in the WWF, I only know time will make me look back on all this and smile, because for everything that I had went through, all the pain I endured, it was worth it in the end. Staying in the WWF would have only made me cling to the past, as if it were the blanket of security that I would never be able to let go.

So I did the only thing I could, I let go.

I hope you guys forgive me for the way I treated you, I can't believe the way I had acted, pushing others that had meant so much to me away that I could hardly see them anymore. Goodbye.

Spike Dudley.

"Do you think it would have been too late to stop him?" Trish questioned.

"He probably wouldn't have listened."

"Where do you think he is?" Trish wondered.

"He's gone."

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Spike drove past the long lane of the highway, liquor in one hand. He knew he was making a stupid mistake, to be driving with alcohol influence, when it was raining, and the road straight ahead seemed too unfocused, too blurry. He shook his head, at one last attempt to clear his vision that had seemed to flog after the effects of the drink set in.

Spike knew that Lita would be really mad at him if he got pulled over at the side of the high way in the rain, and get a speeding ticket.

But then again, Lita's not alive is she?

The truth set in like a thousand knives, each hurting him. He angrily wiped his tears away; knowing tears wouldn't solve anything, it wouldn't bring Lita back, not now, not ever. The road was getting dark, only the headlights to lead him in the right direction. He wasn't even sure which was the right direction anymore, he didn't have anywhere he belonged, except in Lita's arms, but it was too late for that.

Most people would probably think he was doing self-suicide by leaving the WWF. Most would kill to join the biggest wrestling federation in sports entertainment, except they didn't understand, they didn't understand the pain that came along with the fame. He never regretted joining the WWF though, because that was what brought him to Lita.

Lita.

Just saying her name, unwound his bandaged heart, the heart he felt, could never be as it was before, when Lita was alive, when she was with him. He never thought he would love anyone after Molly, Molly had hurt him more than any other woman had in his life. Lita had wound him more though, except in a different way.

Why does god take away everyone I love? Everyone I lived for?

First his mother. Then his brothers. And now….Lita.

What hurts the most is that I never had a chance.

A chance was all he wanted, one change with Lita. He felt a strong connection with her, one that he hadn't felt in a long time, not since Molly….then the life, unfair as it is, decides to take her away, without even a chance.

He loved Lita, more than anything in this world, more than anything in his life. If he ever had one opportunity with her, he knew he would have treated her like everyone should have, like a precious priceless jewel. He would have changed everything that he was and would be, he would have dropped his career….just for a chance.

Spike didn't know why, everyone treated Lita so cruelly, he believed her when she had told him what had happened. He couldn't believe that the Hardys turned on her, a friend of 8 years, just over something as so insignificant as the incident was.

A life without Lita…is one living hell place to live.

He saw a road block about 20 feet ahead, knowing he would be stuck there a while if he stayed.

A life with Lita? Would be where…heaven?

Spike looked up at the sky, thinking what would Lita say. He knew she would say, that life was worth living for, if it doesn't seem like so today, then work hard until your dreams are within sight, and until the day seemed brighter.

Well my dream was to be with you Lita.

Spike rested his head on the steering wheel for a moment, feeling the cool metal against his skin.

I'm sorry Lita; I'll meet you there.

He swerved the car.

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"What the hell are you doing Jeff? Get the hell up!" Matt angrily grabbed Jeff by the shoulder.

"She kissed me first Matt," Jeff looked afraid; not sure what Matt was fully capable of doing.

"Why would she do that? And you didn't exactly look like you were struggling!" Matt turned to Molly his voice softening "I'm sorry if my brother made…unwelcome advances." Matt glared at Jeff. "Jeff you have a girlfriend already and her name is Beth! Not Molly."

Molly had started crying right then. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend, Jeffy never told me."

"God, and you didn't even have the decency to tell her you had a girlfriend? That's low, real low. That's being very mature, what would mom think if she saw you now?"

"She's lying Matt! I told her I had a girlfriend, but she kissed me! Don't talk about Mom like that, she would forgive me because I didn't do anything wrong!"

Matt shook his head. "I expected this out of anyone else but you. Molly, I'll help you back to your room." He helped Molly up; he halted when he reached the door, glancing over at Jeff. "And if I catch you kissing any other girl, then Beth will know about this, she deserves to know what you're doing behind her back."

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Spike felt something wet running down his forehead, he tried to wipe it off, but found his arms to be like blocks, too hard to move, too heavy to move.

He turned his head when he heard a voice. It sounded familiar, as if he should know from somewhere.

Lita.

He realized, as soon as she called out his name.

"Lita…" Spike whispered, disbelieving tone in his voice. Lita couldn't have been alive, she was dead, and he was…alive?

"It's time to go home love." Lita told him, her hand on his cheek.

"But I thought you were dead." Spike shook his head, and opened his eyes once again, to see if it was a mirage. She was still there.

"No time for words," Lita held out her hand for him to take.

Spike's eyes lit up, his eyes filled with life that had died along with Lita.

Lita was here, with him. That was all that mattered, all he had wished for. He didn't care if it was hell or heaven he was going to, as long as she was with him.

He took her hand in his.

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Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, I've just been writing the awesome fic "Tainted Blood" with my good friend Lanen Kaeler (yes I know, pretty pathetic saying the fic I'm writing is awesome, lol) . So if you have time, check it out please :) thanks