I don't own or know any of the WWF character (there are a few I wish I did though:). I'm not making any money off of the story, so don't sue me. The other characters are mine and remember its impolite to steal.
ON TOUR Part 1
Jena Lei Draven
The plane landed at LAX. The jet landed and teams of people exited a gateway. The press was surrounding the gate. It was a big event and the city was waiting for them to get off the plane. They all filed off and walked through the press and went to their respective rental cars. They all drove to the local hotel. The place was a familiar place to most of them except one. Alisha.
Jeff pulled up to the hotel. He had agreed to give Alisha a ride to the hotel. It was a huge hotel, the Beverly Hilton to be specific. She pulled her bags out of the back of the jeep. "We're staying here? She asked?"
Jeff grinned. Alisha was the newest member of the "family". She had been a waitress at a cafe in New York. She served Mr. McMahn and the rest was history. She was the all-american girl and that's exactly what he was looking for. She trained at a school in New York for about six months and now was ready for the big time. He understood how overwhelming it could be at first. Before joining the company he and his brother were living in a small town in North Carolina. It took a while to get used to the buses, jets, cars, and fancy hotel, but it wasn't impossible to get used to. "Yup. This is home sweet home for the next week."
"This place is incredible. I'll never be able to find my way around here." Alisha had come from a moderately poor family and never really ventured from her neighborhood.
"Well once we get checked in I'll show you around. We stay here everytime we come to town."
"Okay." She went and checked in and followed Jeff to the elevator.
"Well your room is down towards the end of the hall. Mine's on the next floor. I'll be down in about a half hour. We'll check the place out. Okay?"
"Sure. No problem." She walked to the end of the hall and sure enough there was her room. "Thank you, Jeff." she whispered looking up to the next floor. She pulled out the card and put it in the scanner, but the door didn't unlock. She tried it again. "Damn!"
"Need some help?" asked a male voice. She was on her twentieth try and it wasn't going very well.
She turned around and found one of the wrestlers standing there. He couldn't hide the smile from his face. It wasn't everyday that he came upon a girl kicking the door and yelling at the lock. She blushed a deep red. "Yeah. I think that I could use a hand." She handed him the card and he opened the door on the third try.
"You might wanna get a new card. The strip is wearing on this one."
"Thank you for helping me. I could have been out here until Jeff came down to get me."
"It wasn't a problem. I'm Dwayne by the way."
"I'm Alisha. You must be the guy everyone talks about. The Rock right?"
"Yeah that's me. You're the new girl, right?"
"Guilty as charged."
"Well welcome to the WWF. If you need anything just let one of us know. All the guys are pretty cool. The bad guys on TV are usually pretty nice."
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." She walked into her hotel room. It was a large suite. There was a vase of roses on the table. She pulled the card from it. 'Welcome to the Family!'. It was from Shane. She and Shane had gotten along really well. Alisha loved his wife and their entire family had been very kind to her.
She heard a knock at the door. She answered the door, knowing very well that it could only be Jeff. She opened the door and was suprised to find Chris Jericho standing there. "Hi?" She gave him a questioning look.
"Hi I'm Chris. I thought I should stop by and welcome you. I didn't ge a chance to talk to you on the plane. The Hardyz seemed to want your full attention."
"I'm Alisha."
"Well I'll see you around. Probably at dinner or something."
"It was nice meeting you." She closed the door and sat at the small table in her room. She pulled out a book and started to read. She nodded off after the first few pages. She jumped when she heard a knock at the door. She stumbled over to the door, trying to get her exhausted body to move. She pulled it open and leaned on the door.
"Taking a nap?" asked Jeff with a huge grin.
"Yeah sorta. I was reading actually, then I took an unplanned nap."
"Jet lag. You get used to it, but never take a nap. It just kills you."
"I'm starting to realize that." She replied yawning.
"Ready to go?" He laughed as she yawned again. "Maybe we'll skip the tour and just grab dinner."
"I don't think I could even eat, I'm so tired."
"Come on." He look her hand and pulled her into the hallway. Alisha was glad she still had her room key in her pocket. He pulled her to the elevator.
"Alright. Where are we eating?"
"The company has the entire hotel restaurant for an hour. It'll be a chance to meet everyone."
"Nice."
"Just so you know. You can order whatever. The company covers it."
"Very cool." She followed him to the restaurant and they went through security. "I'll never get used to that. Is there really a need for security everywhere?"
"Wait 'til they assign you a guard. That really bites. I hate when I have to leave the area of the hotel designated for us. You have to have a guard."
"That has to suck."
"Yeah that's why I never really have any relationships. It tends to wig your significant other out after a while."
"Well I'm not really here to date, so it shouldn't be a problem."
Jeff looked a her in surprise. The comment almost sounded hostile, but he thought it was best to leave it alone for a while. "Let's eat."
They headed over to the buffet that had been set out. Alisha went for the pizza, while Jeff chose chicken nuggets. They sat at one of the long tables. Alisha briefly spoke to a lot of the wrestlers and had a really good time. "So Jeff, how about that tour?"
"Sure." He took her around and showed her where the pool, gym, and vending areas were. They stopped by the front desk and Alisha pick up a new card.
"Well I guess I'll see you sometime tomorrow."
"Night." She got ready for bed.
She arrived at the arena. There were people everywhere. She finally found wardrobe. The woman that was running the place told her to grab an outfit and go ahead an change into it, she would be back in about ten minutes. Alisha found a pair of leather pants and a thick-strapped tank top. She threw them on and grabbed a pair of boots. She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. She pulled her black curls into a ponytail. She jumped when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Sorry miss, I didn't mean to scare you, but they are ready for you in makeup and hair." the waredrobe woman explained. Alisha had her hair sprayed into place and they went light on the makeup, highlighting her icy blue eyes. She headed to a locker room and started to look at the list of matches. She was facing Kat. No problem there. Suddenly the door burst open and a man came storming in.
The man grabbed her. "Alright, Stephanie where is he?" It was Stone Cold. He turned her and had her by the throat. His grip loosened instantly. "Alisha. Oh man, I'm so sorry. With the light and everything. Nevernind. I'm so sorry." He waited for a response, but Alisha said nothing. "Alisha?"
She tore his hand from her throat and began to cough. "It's okay." she croaked out. "Just remind me to stay far away from you." She walked out of the locker room.
Steve headed out after her. She stopped suddenly in front of him and he crashed into her. "Whoa. Sorry."
"No problem." She headed the opposite direction.
He watched as a guy about Alisha's age went through security. He walked up to the guy. "Is there somethin' I can help you with son?"
"Yeah I'm looking for Alisha."
"Any particular reason?"
"We went to school together. I wanted to interview her for the local paper." He held out his press pass and itinery.
"I'll take you her." He led the gentleman to the locker rooms. She went straight to the Hardy/Jericho locker room. Sure enough she was helping Chris tape up. "Alisha this man says he's with the press." Steve pointed his thumb at the guy.
"What in the hell are you doing here?" Alisha asked without looking up from her tape job.
"It's good to see you, Alisha." The man responded sincerely. "I almost didn't recognize you with the dark hair."
"Damn, I was so close. What tipped you off? You never answered my question."
"I'm here with the paper."
"That's nice. The Rock is down the hallway and to the left. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out." She started on Chris' other wrist.
"I'm here to interview you."
"Two words. Restraining order."
"Look I came here with the best of intentions."
"That's lovely. Now leave. As for your interview, no comment."
"But--"
"She asked you to leave son. I'll show you the way if you don't get a move on." Steve interjected.
"Alisha can't we at least talk for a minute in private."
"Fine. You have one minute starting now." She walked out into the hallway. The guys tried to ignore what was going on outside and chatted among themselves. Alisha walked back in and sat on the bench with the reporter following her. "What do you need to know?"
"How did you get the job?"
"I was a waitress and the boss saw me and hired me on the spot."
"Are you nervous about you debut tonight?"
"Of course I am. I wouldn't be human if I wasn't."
"That about does it. I knew you'd help me out." The guy stood up. He smiled at the others and looked back at Alisha. "I'll be seeing you soon. I'm thinking this may be a series. You know?"
"Sure, whatever you want." Alisha said in a small voice. She wait for the guy to leave before even looking up.
"What was that all about?"
"He just wanted an interview." She replied fiddling with the laces on one of her boots.
"He certainly knew how to sweet talk you into an interview."
"Yeah he's always been real persuasive." she replied. She stood up. "I need to get going. See you guys later." She walked over to the curtain area and waited for her match. It was kind of quiet when she walked out to the ring. No one really hated her or Kat so there was not much yelling either way. She did defeat Kat and walked back to the curtain area. She checked the newest version of the line-up and noted that she was done for the night. She went to her locker and changed. She gave the woman in waredrobe her clothes back and left the arena.
"Alisha!"
Her blood turned to ice. She recognized the voice. She turned to see, Mike, the reporter, coming towards her. "Yeah?" She asked hoping her quick response would stop him a good distance away from her, but he came right up to her.
He slapped her across the face. "How dare you do that to me in front of those people."
"Why you're an ass, there's no love loss between us. Why should I be nice to you?"
He kneed her in the abdomen. "Look, you're my girlfriend--"
"Ex." She interupted, receiving a slap for her efforts.
"You are my girlfriend."
"I'd rather die than be with you ever again."
"That can be arranged." He threw her into a wall. With that the room went dark for Alisha.
"Alisha?" a voice was calling her out of the dark abyss that she had sank into. "Alisha?!"
She opened her eyes and saw blurred shapes around her. She tried to talk, but all the came out was a cough. She couldn't stop coughing and her lungs were starting to burn with the effort. She saw a shape next to her. She instantly moved to a corner of the garage. She was too dizzy to stand, but she would defend herself. She wasn't a victim anymore. She could take care of herself.
"It's me, Dwayne." Rock had come out to the garage and found her lying next to his car. He heard footsteps running way, but didn't persue them. He watched her back into a corner. She was geniuinely afraid of him. "Just take it easy, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to make sure you're alright." She curled up into a ball with her face tucked behind her knees. She looked like a tiny child. Watching his every move. "Do you know who I am?" He asked. He really wasn't sure if mentally she was really with him or not. She didn't say anything. "It's the Rock, Dwayne Johnson." Still no reaction. "I'm friends with Jeff."
"Jeff?"she raised her head and spoke in a soft whisper.
"Yeah. Jeff, do you remember him?"
"Yeah." Her voice was child-like and she was starting to sniffle.
"Okay. I'm going to go get him okay?"
"Please don't leave!!!" She cried out. She was shaking.
"Alright. I'll call him." Rock pulled out his cell and called Jeff. "Hey, Jeff it's Dwayne. I have a situation out in the parking area I need you to see. Can you come out here pronto? Good. See ya in a few." He hung up the phone. "He's on his way." He reached over to check her face, but she fliched away as soon as he made contact. He took off his jacket and draped it around her. She pulled it close and withdrew farther into the corner. He saw Jeff come out and waved him over.
Jeff stopped mid-step when he saw Alisha. There was blood and marks everywhere. Her face was starting to bruise. There were a few scrapes on the side of her head. Her clothes were torn and covered in dirt. "What happened?"
"I found her unconscious by the side of my car."
"Alisha." Jeff crouched in front of her. "Baby." She jerked away. "It's me, Jeff."
Her tear-filled blue eyes met his. She was trembling and her head was pulsing. She could only see blurs of color. Her entire body ached. She tried to focus on the man in front of her. The multiple arrays of colors could only be one person. "Jeff."
"Yeah."
"Oh God." She threw herself into his arms. He smoothed the back of her hair trying to comfort her. "I wanna go back to the hotel."
"We need to get you checked out first."
"No." She drew back again.
"Okay, but we're gonna fix you up when we get to the hotel." He picked her up. She moaned as she was hoisted into the air. He passed her to Rock. "I'm driving." Rock couldn't help, but smile as she nestled her head into the crook of his neck.
They pulled into the hotel and carried Alisha into Rock's room. He went to his suitcase and pulled out a first aid kit. "It comes with the job." He handed it to Jeff.
Jeff went to the bathroom and grabbed a wet washcloth. He placed the cloth near her face and she drew away. He gently cupped her chin and lightly ran the cloth along her jaw and carefully dabbed the cuts on her face. He grabbed the disinfectant and applied it to the cuts. Jeff sat across from Alisha on a coffee table. "I need to check those ribs, too." He lifted up one side of the tank top. There was bruising all the way down. He let the backside of one of his fingers trail with a fether touch down the side of her rib cage. The top ones were fine, but the bottom ones were bruised, worse case senario cracked. "Who did this to you?"
"It was dark." Alisha stated. Not giving anymore information.
"We'll make sure they step up security." Rock picked up the phone and walked into the other room.
"We need to get you to bed. Can you walk?"
Alisha nodded and rose. The room spinned in front of her. "Jeff." He carefully wrapped an arm around her and helped her back to her room. She went into the bathroom and changed into pajama bottoms and a tank top. "Jeff?"
"Yeah?" He looked up from the magazine that he was reading.
"I know this sounds stupid, but could you put my hair in a ponytail for me. My ribs can't handle my arms being up for so long."
"Sure. Have a seat on the bed." He sat behind her and carefully brushed her hair into a ponytail. He secured it with a band and brushed through the tail once more. "There all set. Time for you to hit the sack." He pulled the blanket back and waited for Alisha to crawl in. He covered her and sat on the bed next to her. "Jeff, could you do me a favor?"
"Of course. What do you need?"
"Could you send Dwayne in here? I'd like to thank him for everything."
"Sure then you gotta get some sleep. You've been through a lot tonight." He left.
The Rock entered the room. "You wanted to see me, Jabroni?" he asked with a grin on his face.
"Yeah. Thank you. I realize that you were trying to help, but I really took a knock to the head."
"I'm just glad there doesn't seem to be any permanent damage."
"That makes two of us." Alisha started to drift off.
"Night Jabroni." The Rock tip-toed out of the room. "I'll take second watch."
Jeff nodded and crept back into the room, not disturbing Alisha.
ON TOUR Part 1
Jena Lei Draven
The plane landed at LAX. The jet landed and teams of people exited a gateway. The press was surrounding the gate. It was a big event and the city was waiting for them to get off the plane. They all filed off and walked through the press and went to their respective rental cars. They all drove to the local hotel. The place was a familiar place to most of them except one. Alisha.
Jeff pulled up to the hotel. He had agreed to give Alisha a ride to the hotel. It was a huge hotel, the Beverly Hilton to be specific. She pulled her bags out of the back of the jeep. "We're staying here? She asked?"
Jeff grinned. Alisha was the newest member of the "family". She had been a waitress at a cafe in New York. She served Mr. McMahn and the rest was history. She was the all-american girl and that's exactly what he was looking for. She trained at a school in New York for about six months and now was ready for the big time. He understood how overwhelming it could be at first. Before joining the company he and his brother were living in a small town in North Carolina. It took a while to get used to the buses, jets, cars, and fancy hotel, but it wasn't impossible to get used to. "Yup. This is home sweet home for the next week."
"This place is incredible. I'll never be able to find my way around here." Alisha had come from a moderately poor family and never really ventured from her neighborhood.
"Well once we get checked in I'll show you around. We stay here everytime we come to town."
"Okay." She went and checked in and followed Jeff to the elevator.
"Well your room is down towards the end of the hall. Mine's on the next floor. I'll be down in about a half hour. We'll check the place out. Okay?"
"Sure. No problem." She walked to the end of the hall and sure enough there was her room. "Thank you, Jeff." she whispered looking up to the next floor. She pulled out the card and put it in the scanner, but the door didn't unlock. She tried it again. "Damn!"
"Need some help?" asked a male voice. She was on her twentieth try and it wasn't going very well.
She turned around and found one of the wrestlers standing there. He couldn't hide the smile from his face. It wasn't everyday that he came upon a girl kicking the door and yelling at the lock. She blushed a deep red. "Yeah. I think that I could use a hand." She handed him the card and he opened the door on the third try.
"You might wanna get a new card. The strip is wearing on this one."
"Thank you for helping me. I could have been out here until Jeff came down to get me."
"It wasn't a problem. I'm Dwayne by the way."
"I'm Alisha. You must be the guy everyone talks about. The Rock right?"
"Yeah that's me. You're the new girl, right?"
"Guilty as charged."
"Well welcome to the WWF. If you need anything just let one of us know. All the guys are pretty cool. The bad guys on TV are usually pretty nice."
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." She walked into her hotel room. It was a large suite. There was a vase of roses on the table. She pulled the card from it. 'Welcome to the Family!'. It was from Shane. She and Shane had gotten along really well. Alisha loved his wife and their entire family had been very kind to her.
She heard a knock at the door. She answered the door, knowing very well that it could only be Jeff. She opened the door and was suprised to find Chris Jericho standing there. "Hi?" She gave him a questioning look.
"Hi I'm Chris. I thought I should stop by and welcome you. I didn't ge a chance to talk to you on the plane. The Hardyz seemed to want your full attention."
"I'm Alisha."
"Well I'll see you around. Probably at dinner or something."
"It was nice meeting you." She closed the door and sat at the small table in her room. She pulled out a book and started to read. She nodded off after the first few pages. She jumped when she heard a knock at the door. She stumbled over to the door, trying to get her exhausted body to move. She pulled it open and leaned on the door.
"Taking a nap?" asked Jeff with a huge grin.
"Yeah sorta. I was reading actually, then I took an unplanned nap."
"Jet lag. You get used to it, but never take a nap. It just kills you."
"I'm starting to realize that." She replied yawning.
"Ready to go?" He laughed as she yawned again. "Maybe we'll skip the tour and just grab dinner."
"I don't think I could even eat, I'm so tired."
"Come on." He look her hand and pulled her into the hallway. Alisha was glad she still had her room key in her pocket. He pulled her to the elevator.
"Alright. Where are we eating?"
"The company has the entire hotel restaurant for an hour. It'll be a chance to meet everyone."
"Nice."
"Just so you know. You can order whatever. The company covers it."
"Very cool." She followed him to the restaurant and they went through security. "I'll never get used to that. Is there really a need for security everywhere?"
"Wait 'til they assign you a guard. That really bites. I hate when I have to leave the area of the hotel designated for us. You have to have a guard."
"That has to suck."
"Yeah that's why I never really have any relationships. It tends to wig your significant other out after a while."
"Well I'm not really here to date, so it shouldn't be a problem."
Jeff looked a her in surprise. The comment almost sounded hostile, but he thought it was best to leave it alone for a while. "Let's eat."
They headed over to the buffet that had been set out. Alisha went for the pizza, while Jeff chose chicken nuggets. They sat at one of the long tables. Alisha briefly spoke to a lot of the wrestlers and had a really good time. "So Jeff, how about that tour?"
"Sure." He took her around and showed her where the pool, gym, and vending areas were. They stopped by the front desk and Alisha pick up a new card.
"Well I guess I'll see you sometime tomorrow."
"Night." She got ready for bed.
She arrived at the arena. There were people everywhere. She finally found wardrobe. The woman that was running the place told her to grab an outfit and go ahead an change into it, she would be back in about ten minutes. Alisha found a pair of leather pants and a thick-strapped tank top. She threw them on and grabbed a pair of boots. She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. She pulled her black curls into a ponytail. She jumped when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Sorry miss, I didn't mean to scare you, but they are ready for you in makeup and hair." the waredrobe woman explained. Alisha had her hair sprayed into place and they went light on the makeup, highlighting her icy blue eyes. She headed to a locker room and started to look at the list of matches. She was facing Kat. No problem there. Suddenly the door burst open and a man came storming in.
The man grabbed her. "Alright, Stephanie where is he?" It was Stone Cold. He turned her and had her by the throat. His grip loosened instantly. "Alisha. Oh man, I'm so sorry. With the light and everything. Nevernind. I'm so sorry." He waited for a response, but Alisha said nothing. "Alisha?"
She tore his hand from her throat and began to cough. "It's okay." she croaked out. "Just remind me to stay far away from you." She walked out of the locker room.
Steve headed out after her. She stopped suddenly in front of him and he crashed into her. "Whoa. Sorry."
"No problem." She headed the opposite direction.
He watched as a guy about Alisha's age went through security. He walked up to the guy. "Is there somethin' I can help you with son?"
"Yeah I'm looking for Alisha."
"Any particular reason?"
"We went to school together. I wanted to interview her for the local paper." He held out his press pass and itinery.
"I'll take you her." He led the gentleman to the locker rooms. She went straight to the Hardy/Jericho locker room. Sure enough she was helping Chris tape up. "Alisha this man says he's with the press." Steve pointed his thumb at the guy.
"What in the hell are you doing here?" Alisha asked without looking up from her tape job.
"It's good to see you, Alisha." The man responded sincerely. "I almost didn't recognize you with the dark hair."
"Damn, I was so close. What tipped you off? You never answered my question."
"I'm here with the paper."
"That's nice. The Rock is down the hallway and to the left. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out." She started on Chris' other wrist.
"I'm here to interview you."
"Two words. Restraining order."
"Look I came here with the best of intentions."
"That's lovely. Now leave. As for your interview, no comment."
"But--"
"She asked you to leave son. I'll show you the way if you don't get a move on." Steve interjected.
"Alisha can't we at least talk for a minute in private."
"Fine. You have one minute starting now." She walked out into the hallway. The guys tried to ignore what was going on outside and chatted among themselves. Alisha walked back in and sat on the bench with the reporter following her. "What do you need to know?"
"How did you get the job?"
"I was a waitress and the boss saw me and hired me on the spot."
"Are you nervous about you debut tonight?"
"Of course I am. I wouldn't be human if I wasn't."
"That about does it. I knew you'd help me out." The guy stood up. He smiled at the others and looked back at Alisha. "I'll be seeing you soon. I'm thinking this may be a series. You know?"
"Sure, whatever you want." Alisha said in a small voice. She wait for the guy to leave before even looking up.
"What was that all about?"
"He just wanted an interview." She replied fiddling with the laces on one of her boots.
"He certainly knew how to sweet talk you into an interview."
"Yeah he's always been real persuasive." she replied. She stood up. "I need to get going. See you guys later." She walked over to the curtain area and waited for her match. It was kind of quiet when she walked out to the ring. No one really hated her or Kat so there was not much yelling either way. She did defeat Kat and walked back to the curtain area. She checked the newest version of the line-up and noted that she was done for the night. She went to her locker and changed. She gave the woman in waredrobe her clothes back and left the arena.
"Alisha!"
Her blood turned to ice. She recognized the voice. She turned to see, Mike, the reporter, coming towards her. "Yeah?" She asked hoping her quick response would stop him a good distance away from her, but he came right up to her.
He slapped her across the face. "How dare you do that to me in front of those people."
"Why you're an ass, there's no love loss between us. Why should I be nice to you?"
He kneed her in the abdomen. "Look, you're my girlfriend--"
"Ex." She interupted, receiving a slap for her efforts.
"You are my girlfriend."
"I'd rather die than be with you ever again."
"That can be arranged." He threw her into a wall. With that the room went dark for Alisha.
"Alisha?" a voice was calling her out of the dark abyss that she had sank into. "Alisha?!"
She opened her eyes and saw blurred shapes around her. She tried to talk, but all the came out was a cough. She couldn't stop coughing and her lungs were starting to burn with the effort. She saw a shape next to her. She instantly moved to a corner of the garage. She was too dizzy to stand, but she would defend herself. She wasn't a victim anymore. She could take care of herself.
"It's me, Dwayne." Rock had come out to the garage and found her lying next to his car. He heard footsteps running way, but didn't persue them. He watched her back into a corner. She was geniuinely afraid of him. "Just take it easy, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to make sure you're alright." She curled up into a ball with her face tucked behind her knees. She looked like a tiny child. Watching his every move. "Do you know who I am?" He asked. He really wasn't sure if mentally she was really with him or not. She didn't say anything. "It's the Rock, Dwayne Johnson." Still no reaction. "I'm friends with Jeff."
"Jeff?"she raised her head and spoke in a soft whisper.
"Yeah. Jeff, do you remember him?"
"Yeah." Her voice was child-like and she was starting to sniffle.
"Okay. I'm going to go get him okay?"
"Please don't leave!!!" She cried out. She was shaking.
"Alright. I'll call him." Rock pulled out his cell and called Jeff. "Hey, Jeff it's Dwayne. I have a situation out in the parking area I need you to see. Can you come out here pronto? Good. See ya in a few." He hung up the phone. "He's on his way." He reached over to check her face, but she fliched away as soon as he made contact. He took off his jacket and draped it around her. She pulled it close and withdrew farther into the corner. He saw Jeff come out and waved him over.
Jeff stopped mid-step when he saw Alisha. There was blood and marks everywhere. Her face was starting to bruise. There were a few scrapes on the side of her head. Her clothes were torn and covered in dirt. "What happened?"
"I found her unconscious by the side of my car."
"Alisha." Jeff crouched in front of her. "Baby." She jerked away. "It's me, Jeff."
Her tear-filled blue eyes met his. She was trembling and her head was pulsing. She could only see blurs of color. Her entire body ached. She tried to focus on the man in front of her. The multiple arrays of colors could only be one person. "Jeff."
"Yeah."
"Oh God." She threw herself into his arms. He smoothed the back of her hair trying to comfort her. "I wanna go back to the hotel."
"We need to get you checked out first."
"No." She drew back again.
"Okay, but we're gonna fix you up when we get to the hotel." He picked her up. She moaned as she was hoisted into the air. He passed her to Rock. "I'm driving." Rock couldn't help, but smile as she nestled her head into the crook of his neck.
They pulled into the hotel and carried Alisha into Rock's room. He went to his suitcase and pulled out a first aid kit. "It comes with the job." He handed it to Jeff.
Jeff went to the bathroom and grabbed a wet washcloth. He placed the cloth near her face and she drew away. He gently cupped her chin and lightly ran the cloth along her jaw and carefully dabbed the cuts on her face. He grabbed the disinfectant and applied it to the cuts. Jeff sat across from Alisha on a coffee table. "I need to check those ribs, too." He lifted up one side of the tank top. There was bruising all the way down. He let the backside of one of his fingers trail with a fether touch down the side of her rib cage. The top ones were fine, but the bottom ones were bruised, worse case senario cracked. "Who did this to you?"
"It was dark." Alisha stated. Not giving anymore information.
"We'll make sure they step up security." Rock picked up the phone and walked into the other room.
"We need to get you to bed. Can you walk?"
Alisha nodded and rose. The room spinned in front of her. "Jeff." He carefully wrapped an arm around her and helped her back to her room. She went into the bathroom and changed into pajama bottoms and a tank top. "Jeff?"
"Yeah?" He looked up from the magazine that he was reading.
"I know this sounds stupid, but could you put my hair in a ponytail for me. My ribs can't handle my arms being up for so long."
"Sure. Have a seat on the bed." He sat behind her and carefully brushed her hair into a ponytail. He secured it with a band and brushed through the tail once more. "There all set. Time for you to hit the sack." He pulled the blanket back and waited for Alisha to crawl in. He covered her and sat on the bed next to her. "Jeff, could you do me a favor?"
"Of course. What do you need?"
"Could you send Dwayne in here? I'd like to thank him for everything."
"Sure then you gotta get some sleep. You've been through a lot tonight." He left.
The Rock entered the room. "You wanted to see me, Jabroni?" he asked with a grin on his face.
"Yeah. Thank you. I realize that you were trying to help, but I really took a knock to the head."
"I'm just glad there doesn't seem to be any permanent damage."
"That makes two of us." Alisha started to drift off.
"Night Jabroni." The Rock tip-toed out of the room. "I'll take second watch."
Jeff nodded and crept back into the room, not disturbing Alisha.