Title~ Texas Grace (2/?)
Author~ Cristal
Email~ Talis13@yahoo.com
Rating~ PG13
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Summary~ Lita has an unexpected savior…
It was after the matches, after the show and away from the loud roaring crowd in the arena. Lita propped her head on her hand as she toyed with the glass her drink had been in. The handle tapered with a gentle twist to it, drawing your eye up to the actual glass where there was a frosted design in the glass. The design of exotic birds didn't work to ease her mind. Her thoughts still trailed over the events of the evening. But, always back to that hurt look etched in his eyes…
She had never really thought about it before…they associated but weren't what one would consider 'friends'. They never really talked enough to be that. Yes, they chatted once in awhile about work, but that was it…nothing more really. She didn't know much about him actually…it was strange. They had worked in the same company for a few years, yet never had more than a couple of conversations. Yet the man went to her rescue and was hurt in return for the effort.
And he had been so concerned about her that night. She shuddered to think what might have happened had he not come by. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of those disturbing thoughts. Heyman acted like such an ass towards her…now others were getting pulled into the mess. She shook her head again as she pushed the glass away, leaning back in the dark booth with a sigh.
"Have a minute lovely Lita?"
She looked up with a sneer. "Not for you."
He raised a hand with a oily smile. "Before you go, I might have something you might want to know."
She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him. "I doubt it."
"I don't." he smirked before laying his hands on the table in front of him. "You worried about your new friend yet Lita?"
That caught her attention. This couldn't be good… "Who are you talking about?"
"Bradshaw of course. Your little knight in shining armor." He paused. "I'll be perfectly honest with you Lita. He's not having a good way right now, is he?" she thought about the match that Bradshaw had been in that night…it was brutal to put it mildly. He smiled at her frown. "I see you think so too Lita. You actually can help get him out of this you know-"
"You can go straight to hell you-"
"Especially since it's your fault he's there in the first place." He cut in with an sadistic smile.
She stopped breathing momentarily. He was right…as much as she detested this man, he was actually right…it was her fault…someone up there really didn't like her, did they? "W-what are you getting at?"
He smiled again and it made her stomach turn. "You should fix this problem you've created Lita. Take care of this man that seems to be your guardian angel: or your devil, I haven't quite figured that out yet. Of course, I don't think you have either. And I can help you with that problem you know…"
She looked up with a frown. "How's that?"
"Be my…traveling companion Lita. It's such a lonely life on the road and we'd both benefit from-"
Her hand whipped out, gripping his shirt collar as she hauled him halfway across the table. "Listen to this Heyman. You can try and have sex with a ring rat and I don't care. However, if you don't stop coming on to me with this shit, I WILL kick your ass six ways to Sunday. Got it?"
His smile never ceased as he looked pointedly at her. "You listen to me Lita. I have enough people under my control to make his life an absolute living hell. And I will if you don't reconsider. Do YOU understand?"
The snarl on her lips spoke volumes as she let got of his shirt and slid out of the booth after leaving money on the table. Heyman watched her leave, a smile spreading across his face as he toyed with the glass on the table. Maybe he'd just have to convince her of his reasoning…
Lita paced in her hotel room as she thought about the conversation she just had. She pulled on her long red hair in worry as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "He's right you know…you're the cause of this chaos." She was quiet and still a moment before suddenly swinging out, the glass shattering around her hand on impact.
She pulled her hand back from the remains of the mirror, looking at the fractured pieces around the edge of the frame. Her form danced along the broken pieces as blood trickled down her hand to the floor. "You just have to decide how to fix it…"
He looked around the dark grounds, taking in the warm night air. It was heavy with humidity down in Florida, the salty wind whipping him in the face. He had forgone the hat at the moment, figuring it would get swept away by the raucous breeze if he did wear it. His hair flowed softly back behind him, just brushing his shoulder blades and black as night.
His vision trailed to the setting sun over the gulf, rays of sun dancing over the waves crashing nearby on the white sand. He sighed as he turned his head, looking at the city behind him, wondering… He shook his head in annoyance as the first thing he thought about was a redheaded whirlwind. Why WAS he thinking about her anyway? They hadn't talked much at all and then all of a sudden she was all he was thinking about. He still wasn't quite sure how she'd managed that one and she wasn't even aware of it.
Not that she'd care even if she were, was the snide little voice in his mind. His own thoughts were against him in this: this just wasn't good at all. He jammed his hands in his jean pockets before turning, starting towards the hotel once more. He kicked at a couple of shells and chunks of coral as he thought.
Maybe she had something about her that he wanted himself…and that wasn't just on a physical level either. He always admired her courage: the chips may be down but she never was. Her spirit outshone everyone else's. And she wasn't afraid: of anything. Or any-one- for that matter. They hay have had things in common to a degree, but there was just something about her that he found attractive…tantalizing.
Shaking his head a final time he rolled his eyes at himself. Since when was he poetic: never, that's when. "You're an idiot, that's all there is to it." He mumbled.
"Certainly can't argue that, huh?"
He looked up with a frown, meeting the gaze of the object of his hatred at the moment. "Do you mind not breathing in the same building as me? I wouldn't want to catch whatever it was that made YOU a social outcast." He mentally reprimanded himself at that outburst.
He was met with a slick smile. "Oh, quick wit even. You keep surprising me Bradshaw. I can't wait to return the favor."
Bradshaw turned, meeting his gaze at that comment as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "What the hell are you talking about now dick?"
He held his hands up with a shrug. "Nothing really." He paused before that smirk stretched the corner of his mouth. "Oh, I almost forgot. Just talked to Lita a few minutes ago-"
"I thought I told you to stay the hell away from her?"
"And I thought she told you it wasn't any of your business." He returned with a grin. "Strange how news travels fast, isn't it?" Bradshaw dropped the aggressive pose he adopted moments before, shrugging slightly as he shifted. "Ah, I see I hit just the right nerve, right? It really is too bad you don't have the guts to talk to her. Well, actually, it's not too bad for ME. In fact, KEEP ignoring her for me, please. Either that or annoy the hell out of her and she'll be begging for me to-"
He was cut off as a hand came around his throat, lifting him from the floor, slamming him back against the wall. His hands came up, trying to loosen the grasp, but the efforts weren't paying off. Bradshaw got nose to nose with him, frown the dominant expression, his eyes livid. "She may not want my help. And that's certainly fine; I'll respect her wishes. But if you keep egging me on, I'll pound you into dust. We can say it's just between you and me then." Mumbling came from his captive as he glared down at the man. "And hell, I know as well as everyone else that she will NEVER have you. I don't know how many times she's got to say it, but I'm sure you'll understand eventually. And if you don't I'll have to make sure I get the point across to you whether she wants me to or not."
He slid to the floor, a hand coming protectively to his throat as he looked at the back of the retreating Texan. "Hey Bradshaw. I may never have her, but I know you sure as hell won't either."
He stopped, sparing a backwards glance. "That may be Heyman, but you have to put it in perspective. I may not have her, true, and I can respect that. But I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, you NEVER will asshole."
Running a hand through his long dark hair, he escaped the situation before causing a really big scene. That wouldn't have been the best thing. He sighed as the elevator door opened and he leaned heavily against the back wall after hitting his floor. The ride was slow, but at least it let him gather his thoughts. "I can't believe that little dick was right: how humiliating. What is the world coming to when Paul Heyman is right…I guess I probably should talk to her. Okay, marking this on the mental 'never let him be right ever again' list…"
He continued mumbling as he fumbled with the keycard and lock, finally unlocking the door and stepping into the room. He glanced around, nodding a vague hello to his roommate for the evening: Kane. Kane arched an eyebrow as he tied his hair back into a ponytail. "Hey. What's wrong with you?"
Bradshaw grinned. "What makes you think something's wrong man?"
He shrugged with a roll of his eyes. "You have the look of…a lost man."
"Yeah, that's probably about right." He mumbled with a frown as he dug around in his suitcase for a book.
"What are you lost about?"
Bradshaw looked up a moment before a short laugh left his lips. "Was that even a real sentence?"
Kane shrugged with a grin. "You know what I mean. Just answer the damn question."
He held his hands up in defeat. "It's nothing really."
"Other than the fact you've been acting like this for a couple of days now."
"I'll figure something out man…"
"I'm just offering to help you know."
"Yes and that's the problem." He stated wryly.
"Just because that whole blind date thing didn't work before and you're still holding it against me?!"
"Not just you: Taker too."
Kane grinned again. "We tried."
"And failed miserably." He replied as he grabbed his book and fell back against the headboard of his bed.
"The thought was there: we were just trying to be nice."
"I'd hate to see you two be 'not nice'." Came rather dryly.
"Yeah, so you better be careful!"
"Thanks. Although I'm not sure if it's worse when you're nice or when you're not…"
"Thanks."
Silence ensued as Bradshaw tried reading. He managed a to read a few minutes before laying the book aside and looking across the room at the mirror attached to the dresser in front of them. Kane just sat expectantly, knowing he was about to spill. "Okay…well, I have a question for you then."
"Shoot Tex."
"Oh, that hasn't been said a million times over." He pouted before leaning back again. "If there's this woman that you had almost no contact with for a couple of years and then all of a sudden she's all you're thinking about, would you approach her or not?"
"I guess that depends."
"On what?"
"Well, on who it is mostly. It depends on their personality: some people respond better to it than others."
"True."
"So…what caught you attention?"
"…I don't know and that's part of the problem. I noticed her before of course but…I don't know. All of a sudden she's the center of my attention. It's weird."
"Do you have stalker tendencies?"
"Not that I'm aware of." Beat. "Dickhead."
He just laughed. "Well, who is it? I'd be better able to help if I knew who it was…"
"There's that whole 'help' thing used in conjunction with yourself again…which I don't trust at ALL."
"Work with me here. The sooner you tell me, the sooner I give you an answer and the sooner you can talk to her."
"Actually, I need to talk to her anyway. I'm a little worried: okay, a lot worried. She's in a bad spot and I feel kind of responsible." He got up, slipping on boots and grabbing his keycard. "I need to find her room though…"
"Who?"
He looked back with a sheepish shrug as he looked at a nonexistent spot on the carpet. "Uh, Lita…"
Kane smiled slightly at the typically confident, outspoken man in front of him that, at the moment looked very not confidant in this excursion. "If I give you a hint, will you promise to not return in such a pissy mood?"
"Cross my heart."
He rolled his eyes at the obvious sarcasm. "Right. Anyway, room 313."
He nodded before stopping at the door. "How did you get that?"
He smiled charmingly with a shrug. "I've got friends in high places."
"But seriously."
"Eh, I was talking to Rob earlier. He mentioned it."
"Oh…Rob?"
"They're friends Bradshaw: nothing more."
"Oh okay because- wait. Sure." Kane laughed as Bradshaw pouted at exposing his feelings briefly. "Fuck you. And thanks."
"Go get 'em tiger!"
"You are such a dick…"
Laughter was the only response he got as he shut the door and started down the hallway towards the elevator: he hoped Lita was still in her room…he really needed to talk to her about what was happening…
End Chapter 2
Author's Rambles~ I'm liking working on this story…(nods vigorously) Oh! And I'm out of classes as of now (Monday, May 13) until August, and I've already written several things and its only Monday! I'm on a roll (I hope lol)! I'd appreciate reviews on this story as it's taking off to my liking so far. ^^ I appreciate all former reviews and hope for new ones on this story! Thanks again guys!!