email: tempest@thatbitch.com
disclaimer: I don't own anyone recognizable from the WWFE. Vince owns them, of course.
author notes: This fic is dedicated to Sassy Lil Scorpio. My family always told me that reoccuring dreams meant that something was going to happen or something was on my subconcious. That's where the idea for this chapter came. I have a thing for dream sequences. *shrugs*
*denotes thought*
italics denotes poetry being spoken
poem: A Letter From Me to You by Hashim Sykes

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2.

He was still having that dream. It was always on his mind even when he was trying to train. The only time he could seem to get it out of his mind was when he was wrestling, but even then it still lurked in the back of his mind. He didn't understand it. He knew it had some significance, but what? It had started the night when he first helped Lita out. Since that night, he had the dream at least once a week. His mother had told him as a child that reoccuring dreams always symbolized something that was going to inevitably happen, or something that was on one's subconcious. He hadn't really understood what she had meant by that then, but he thought that he was getting a better understanding of it now.

In the dream, he was in the locker room getting ready for a match. It was unusually empty. It unnerved him a little because there was no evidence that anyone had been there besides him. He wrapped his wrists slowly. He didn't know who his opponent was, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was to win. He walked out the dressing room. There was no one around. The backstage was strangely empty. No crew, no Alliance, no WWF, no one. But then she materialized. He saw Lita walking down the corridor he himself had just walked down. She smiled at him and stood by his side. She put her arm around his waist. Even in his dream, he could feel the emotions welling up in him from her simple touch.

She was talking, but he couldn't hear what she was saying. Somehow he knew she was saying, "Let's get out of here." And that's just what they did. The scene changed, and they were at a fancy restaurant. Her red hair was pulled up into an elegant upsweep, and she had on a strapless black dress that dipped in the back. He had on a tux. He wasn't quite sure where they were, but it didn't matter. He was happy as long as he was with her. She was talking again, but he still couldn't hear her. He just knew what she was saying. She got up from her chair and pulled him out to the empty floor. They started to slow dance as a bad played a slow tune. She buried her face in his chest. He closed his eyes and let the music guide him.

She pulled back from him and gazed into his eyes. He couldn't describe the feelings that were running through him at that moment. She smiled at him and tilted her head as if she were reading his thoughts. Was she? He wanted to ask, but he didn't. He savored the moments with her. He ran his forefinger down her jawline, and traced the contours of her lips. Then he leaned in and kissed her sweetly. Her eyes were still closed when he pulled back. She sighed lightly. He wondered what she was thinking. He didn't want to ruin the moment by asking. She opened her eyes and smiled again. He took her hand and led her out of the restaurant. The dream became a bit of a blur to him at that moment. Then everything was clear again.

They were in a hotel room. She was sitting on the bed. He pulled off his tie and jacket. She kicked off her pumps.He walked over to her and began to kiss her. She met his every kiss. He unzipped her dress and watched it fall from her body. She was so beautiful. As he laid her back on the bed, he placed feathery kisses on her neck and chest. Then the dream took a bad turn. There was banging on the door. Then the door few open. A maniacal Matt stormed in the room. How did he know they were there? Lita pulled the covers over her to hide her naked body. He got up. Matt was screaming at Lita, calling her every obscenity known to man. Sean jumped up standing in front of Lita, shielding her from an angry Matt.

Matt walked toward them. His eyes were full of disgust, his lip was curled. Sean heard Matt telling him to just get out the way, Lita was who he wanted. Sean refused. He wasn't going to let him hurt her. He'd kill Matt before he let that happen in his presence. He saw what Matt was capable of, and he wasn't about to let that happen again. The two men started to fight. He saw Lita screaming in the background, but of course, he couldn't hear it. Matt picked up a lamp and threw it at him. He dodged it by mere seconds. The two tangled up, neither getting the upperhand on the other. Matt pushed him away desperately. He saw Matt pull a gun from waistband. Had that been there before? The next scene happened so fast. He stood there unable to move, Matt aimed the gun and fired. Out of what seemed like nowhere, Lita jumped in front of him. That was when he usually woke up. He never got past that point in the dream.

"Earth to Sean." Chuck said bringing Sean out of his thoughts. "Do you realize that we have a match against Kane and The Undertaker in exactly 10 minutes?"

That was Chuck always being the worrywart perfectionist. He was the one who made sure they always got to their matches on time, and he made sure that everything was in order. He thought about how so many of the people that he worked with had something unique about them that you couldn't tell just from looking at them like how Chris Kanyon liked to sing show tunes, or how Rob Van Dam could cook like there was no tomorrow, or how Torrie was an excellent artist. When you saw them on TV, you couldn't catch the full essence of who they were. He was sure Lita could say the same thing about the people of the WWF. Sean believed that they could get along fine if they realized how much alike they really were. This wasn't really their fight. It was a power struggle between the McMahons, and they were just caught in it.

"I know, don't worry, Chuck." He said trying to sound reassuring.

Truth was he was worried about that match himself. It was for the WCW tagteam belts. Kane and The Undertaker were intimidating. Both men towered over him and outweighed him by at least 50 pounds, and he wasn't exactly a small frye himself. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he thought about the upcoming match. If he said he wasn't worried, he'd be lying. He remembered watching Mick Foley on TV one time saying The Undertaker threw him off the top of the cage, and The Undertaker wasn't even mad at him. *I always pick the best moments to remember something like that.* He chastised himself silently. Even Lita had been worried when he told her the night before. She had reason to be.

"Sean, didn't you hear me? We're fighting Kane and The Undertaker. Last time I checked, that was like signing your own death certificate." Chuck said grimly.

"I heard you the first time. Damn, why do you always have to worry so much?"

"Cause worrying is what I do best, bro."

Sean had to agree. Chuck was a professional worryer. You couldn't tell from looking at him that he worried all the time or that he was a perfectionist. When he first met Chuck, he wanted to kill him. He was constantly wanting to practice, to 'perfect' his moves. He was always worrying whether he was doing okay or not. Even after Sean reassured him a thousand times over he was doing okay, Chuck still worried. He had seen times when Chuck would refuse to wear a shirt because it was wrinkled, and then worry about what he was going to wear. Sean had grown use to it. Chuck didn't mean to be annoying. Under all that worry and perfection, he was a really good guy. He had come to see Chuck as a brother.

"We'll go out there and do what we normally do. There's no need to get bent out of shape about it. There is nothing we can do about it now."

"Did I forget to mention it was in a cage?" Chuck added.

"Chuck!" Sean said exasperated.

"I was just letting you know." Chuck muttered.

"I was there when Regal booked the match." Sean said annoyed. "For the next 10 minutes-"

"7 and a half." Chuck said cutting Sean off.

"You amaze me." Sean said shaking his head. "For the next 7 and a half minutes, don't think about it."

"I can't help it." Chuck said with worry filling his voice.

"Well, try!" Sean barked.

"Maybe, it doesn't worry you that you're about to face two of the biggest..."

"Chuck..."

"Most intimidating..."

"Chuck..."

"Most detructive men in the WWF. If you're not scared, you should be."

"If you don't shutup we're not going to make it to that match at all." Sean warned.

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm going to kill you." Sean said calmly.

"Now is not the time for jokes."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Sean asked.

Chuck fell silent and sat down on a chair near the door. Sean shook his head. Chuck jumped from his chair and started pacing. Sean didn't care what he did as long as he was quiet. A man wearing a headset stuck his head in the door and told them they were on in 5. Sean got up from his chair and walked out the door. Chuck followed him. They looked at a monitor. The Undertaker and Sara were being shown. The Undertaker was popping his wrist. He didn't look the least bit worried. Chuck opened his mouth to say something, but Sean gave him a warnng glare.

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Lita sat in the Team Extreme locker room chewing on her bottom lip. Sean and Chuck were up next. Sean had already told her he was more than a little worried about tonight's match. Cage matches had a way of turning ugly quick. She knew their belts were on the line. Sean had asked her the night before what she thought about the match up.

"To be honest? I don't think you stand a chance in hell, not through a fair fight anyway." Lita answered. "Put up as less a fight as you can, and I think they'll go easy on you."

"Thanks for showing so much confidence in me." He said disappointed.

"I didn't say I wasn't confident in you. I'm saying that because I don't want to see you severely hurt. Who really knows what's going to happen out there? You could beat The Undertaker and Kane. It's any man's fight really." She said grasping his head between her hands.

She kissed him on the forehead. They were in her room. She had started getting her own room. Matt complained at first, but he didn't put up much of a fight. Sean usually found a way to get them adjoining rooms. He told her that he got the adjoining rooms by renting both rooms under his name. Simple, but it worked. If they couldn't get adjoining rooms, they usually rendevoused at some hotel across town. They were playing a dangerous game, but it was worth it. She would do anything to be with him.

"I just don't want to see you hurt." She added again.

That conversation seemed so long ago as she sat on a chair next to Jeff and Matt watching the small TV in their locker room. She could feel the knot of fear tightening up in her stomach. She had tried to talk Sean into backing out, but he said they had to do it. They couldn't back out of that match and show their faces in the Alliance locker room. That would be humiliating. Their peers would think they were cowards. She understood. She didn't press the issue anymore. She started to shake her leg nervously as they waited for the match to start.

"Palumbo and O'Haire take on The Undertaker and Kane tonight. They are so dead." Jeff commented.

Lita shot Jeff a dirty look, but he didn't see it. She wanted to say something smart or tell him to shut up, but she didn't want them to start to act suspicious of her. She kept her eyes glued to the screen. The Undertaker and Sara were walking towards the ring.

"I don't like that Sean O'Haire guy. There is something about him that I don't trust." Matt said.

"Well at least, he didn't steal your move." Jeff said angrily. " The Seanton Bomb, what the fuck is that all about?"

Lita remained silent through it all. Sean and Chuck had just walked out, and now Kane's music was starting. She had to admit she loved the way the creative department had combined Kane and The Undertaker's music. The Undertaker and Kane climbed into the ring. Sean didn't show any worry, but she knew that he was scared. Her heart went out to him.

"Lita, are you okay? You look a little jittery." Jeff asked.

"I'm fine, just thinking about our match." She lied.

Jeff nodded. That was good enough for him. He turned his attention back to the screen. Kane and The Undertaker were dominating the match. She knew Sean was giving it his all. She watched in horror as Sean was slammed repeatedly into the side of the cage. It didn't take long before the blood was drawn. On the screen DDP and Kanyon were at the top of the ring watching the terror in the ring.

"DDP wants to die, doesn't he?" Matt laughed.

"Oh Sara. I will not rest until we're together." Jeff said mocking DDP.

The brothers high fived each other. Sean and Chuck were both out. Sean's blood was pretty much everywhere on the mat. Kanyon and DDP started to descend down the ramp as Kane and The Undertaker went for the double chokeslams. She winced as Sean hit the mat hard. They were pinned. The Undertaker and Kane had won. Sean lay motionless on the mat as Sara scaled the cage trying to get away from DDP. She didn't want to watch anymore. She wanted to be with him. He was hurt ,and she couldn't even comfort him, not now anyway.

"That was great. Palumbo and O'Haire got the ass kicking from hell." Matt said laughing.

"I don't think they'll be recovering from that anytime soon. Looks like O'Haire got the worse of it, he was bleeding." Jeff said wrinkling up his face.

"That's what the bastard gets." Matt said without remorse.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Yes, she could. She would probably be doing the same thing if she had never fallen for Sean. She realized how shallow this whole thing was. They all hated each other because of the federations they were in. When she really thought about it, it was downright stupid. Who was she to say anything about it, though? She would be labeled a traitor if she even breathed a word of what she really thought. This wasn't really about any of them, it was the McMahons flexing their money. It was all about money, power, and respect. The wrestlers were just their pawns in a sick, twisted game.

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The match had been worse than he expected. He actually saw his life flash before his eyes. That was the single most scariest thing to happen to him. As long as he lived, he never wanted to set foot in the same ring as The Undertaker. The tables sure turned when you were fighting him one on one. He thought about how he and Chuck had held him back that night on Smackdown while DDP taunted him. He hadn't seemed so intimidating at that moment, but then again he wasn't alone in the ring with The Undertaker. He was surrounded by his fellow Alliance members. He wondered if The Undertaker remembered that while he was pummeling him in the ring. Chances are he did. He had deserved it.

He had went into that match expecting the worse, and he came out a believer. It had been as bad as he had anticiapated, but a lot worse than he expected. He thought it was more of The Undertaker making an example out of him and Chuck than it was personal. The match hadn't been too bad until Paige and Kanyon decided to show their faces. That's when things got really ugly. It was like The Undertaker was showing DDP what he planned to do to him at SummerSlam. Sean found himself silently cursing Paige as The Undertaker smashed his face into the cage. When The Undertaker chokeslammed him, he had laid there unable to move. He laid there in the ring staring up at the lights trying to regain his strength and his breath.

The medics came down to the ring and assisted the two men to the medical room. He had two nasty cuts on the side of his face. One above his right eye, and the other on his cheek. Other than that he wasn't seriously injured, just a little shaken up from the whole thing. He was going to have the bruises from hell, but he had made it. It was over, and he didn't plan on doing it again anytime soon. A few of the Alliance members came by the medic room to see how they were doing. Most said, they put up a good fight and how they were glad it wasn't them.

"We made it. It's over, Chuck." Sean said to Chuck who was sitting on the other table.

"We lost our belts." Chuck said sadly.

"We can always get them back."

"Are you crazy? That would mean fighting them again. I don't think so."

"This time it wouldn't be in a cage. Remember the old saying, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

"That chokeslam took a lot more out of you than just your breath." Chuck retorted. "Like your sanity."

Sean smiled a little. An EMT put alcohol on his cuts. He drew in a breath as the cuts started to sting. He had been just joking with Chuck. He didn't plan on getting back into the ring with Kane and The Undertaker anytime soon. He'd have to forget about the ass kicking he just received before he thought about that. All he wanted now, was to be wrapped in Lita's arm. He wondered how she felt about what just happened. She had warned him about getting into the ring with the brothers of destruction, but he hadn't listened. The EMT checked in his bag for band aids.

"I got Blues Clues or Sesame Street." The EMT said.

"Excuse me?" Sean asked.

"Sorry, I work at an children's hospital during the day." The EMT said as he pulled out two brightly colored boxes of band aids. "It's either Blues Clues or Sesame Street."

"Well, in that case, Blues Clues." Sean said with a smile.

After they were done in the medic room, Sean gathered his things to go. It had been a long night, and he wanted to rest before he saw Lita that night. He said his goodbyes to his friends and walked out the the dressing room. They walked out their dressing room at the same time. She looked around and caught his eyes. He stopped short. He realized he was staring, and he walked over to a table to get a cup of water. He saw Matt smirk at him as they walked down the hallway. He gripped the cup in his hand as Matt put an arm around Lita and kissed her. Matt really knew how to turn up the charm when he needed to. Lita didn't turn to look at him again. When they were out of sight he threw the cup at the wall and continued on his way out of the arena.

She didn't know how much it bothered him to see her with Matt. He had been patient in letting her deal with Matt. It wasn't like she could just come out and tell Matt she was leaving him for a member of the Alliance. That would definitely bring the wrath of Matt down on her. That he didn't want. He didn't think he could keep his cool if Matt hurt Lita again. Since that night, she hadn't mentioned of him hitting her again. He knew it probably still went on. She just didn't tell him, and he couldn't prove it. Odd bruises and bumps were passed off as ring bangs. He knew that Torrie had a thing for Jeff, and Stacy had a thing for Matt (God bless her soul). People accepted that for some reason. It was probably because Stacy and Torrie were being portrayed as sluts, which they weren't. Stacey still watched cartoons and slept in the fetal position with her thumb in her mouth for God's sake.

He was sure that if he openly showed interest in Lita that he would get more than a few dirty looks. It was different from Torrie's and Stacey's crush. He walked into his room and showered. After his shower, he flipped on the TV and laid on his bed. The modern version of Romeo and Juliet was on. He sat on the bed engrossed in the movie. There was soft knocking the adjoining door as the movie started going off. He wiped a few tears away from his eyes that had slipped during the movie. Damn, chick flicks. He opened the door to a beaming Lita. He smiled back at her.

"What's the secret password?" He asked playfully.

"Sean, have you been crying?" Lita asked noting the redness in his eyes.

"That's not it." Sean said as Lita pushed her way in. "And for the record, it's allergies."

"What are you allergic to? Romeo and Juliet?" Lita retorted catching the bare end of the movie.

"Could be?"

"And what's this? Blue Clues? Is these something you're not telling me?" Lita Joked.

"Blah, blah, blah." Sean said covering his ears. "I don't hear you."

"Hear this then." Lita said charging him knocking him onto the bed.

They wrestled a little. Then both just laid there on the bed, holding each other.

"I saw your match tonight." Lita said quietly.

"It looked worse than it really was." Sean assured her.

"Sean, level with me. You don't have to act all macho in front of me."

"It was rough. I went out there expected the bad, but I got a little more than I bargained for." He confided in her.

"I can tell." She said touching the band aids.

"I think I got the worse of it. Poor Chuck was just shaken up. I don't think he'll ever forget this night."

"I don't blame him. I can even begin to comprehend what that was like. I've never been in a cage match."

"Maybe, you should suggest it to Vince and he'll put you in some kind of bra and panties, cage match."

"God, I hope not. It's bad enough just being in a bra and panties match." She said punching him in the arm.

The two laid there silent. Her hand rested lazily on his chest. She could feel his slow, steady breathing as she laid there with him. He was twining and untwining a strand of his hair around his finger. She cherished these moments. They didn't have to alway say anything to get their feelings out. Although she hadn't said it yet, she loved him. She had planned on telling him tonight. She just had to find a way to form the words. She didn't want to just blurt them out. She wanted the moment to be special. she had something written down on a piece of paper off the internet. She had actually practiced what she was going to say to him. When was the last time she had done that? Had she ever done it? She hadn't loved too many guys like she loved Sean, though.

When she had told Matt she loved him. It had been sort of spur of the moment. It was more like he pressured her to say it. Basically, Matt really had gave her an ultimatum. Say it or else. She said it, but she only said it when he said it first. It became almost automatic to her. It was like the constant repetition of it made her believe that she did love Matt. She wondered what Sean would say when she told him that she loved him. Would he want to cool things down a little? Would he say she was going to fast? She would never know unless she tried. She fumbled in her pocket at she pulled out the piece of paper.

Sean, I want to read you something."

"Okay. I'm listening."

"I-I wanted to tell you something, but I was never really good with getting my feelings across, but this sums up how I feel perfectly. It's a poem by Hashim Sykes. It's called A Letter from me to you." She said as a lump grew in her throat.

She took a deep breath and started to speak.

If I could define my love for you:
I may say how I get lost in your brown eyes
I would tell about your thick gorgeous hair
I could mention your great personality
I might bring up your beautiful voice
The truth is

Webster does not have enough adjectives to describe you
They do not have the words to show how much I love you:
How I think about you every night
How I miss you every minute you are not around
How I get excited when I hear your voice
How I cannot sit still, when I know I am going to see you
The truth is

Webster does not have enough adjectives to describe
my thoughts of you,
They do not have the words to show how much you have done:
Like how you drive me places
Like how you listen to all my problems
Like how you smile at me
No matter what time it is
Like how you are you

No words can describe what you are, who you are,
and how I feel about you
No words can describe these feelings 'cause these feelings
are not in any dictionary
These feelings are in the heart...
They come out when you are around
They come out when you are gone
They come out 'cause they love you too
I know this might scare you
It may not be love
But it is a feeling that I do not want to give up.

When she finished she looked up at him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, Sean, I love you."

She was biting her bottom lip. He couldn't believe what she just heard. She had just declared her love for him. Did she know how long he had been waiting to hear those words? Nothing else mattered now that she loved him. He wanted to go to the window to shout for all the world to hear that Lita loved him. He smiled at her and pulled her in for a long kiss.

"I love you, too." He whispered in her ear.