I went and found Lita and told her what I had done. I then proceeded to have a good crying spell on her shoulder.

Crying sucks.

By the time of my match, I had calm a little bit. I was waiting on my side of the ramp, waiting for my cue to come out, and I was standing on my tip toes in anticipation. Shane tried to get my attention over at him, but I ignore him. His cue is called as he walks out looking pretty depressed. I feel kind of bad as my cue is called and I walk out and wave to the fans. Poor Shane. Well, not really, because I'm still mad at him.

I don't remember much of our match. Shane, tried a couple of times to get out of the ring and the match, and other times he wouldn't take me seriously. Which only pissed me off further.

I pushed him a couple of times, just to see if I could get him mad. He finally pushes me back and I think I hurt my ankle when he pushed me through the ropes. When I landed, it felt wrong, because there was a loud noise when I landed.

Shane was standing on the top of the turnbuckle and it looked like he was going to jump down to try and win the match, when I saw that scary Brok Lesnar guy run by. And then I heard the unmistakable voice of Paul Heyman.

The Brock guy starts beating the snot of Shane and I run, well really hobble over, and try to get him away from Shane. Heyman starts yelling to get her, and that's about all I remember before it all turned black.


So, now here I am in the back being checked out by doctors, for the second time in under a month.

The doctor beams his little flashlight in my and eyes and declares, "No concussions Molly! Ya sure are lucky though!"

I nod and ask, "Where's Shane? Is he all right?"

"In the next room, gettin' checked. Ya can go see your friend after ah'm done."

I look down at the floor and mutter, "He's not my friend anymore..."

The doctor gives me a sympathetic pat on the shoulders, " Ya shouldn't let nice people like him leave your life so easily, sugah. He was jist askin' fo' you."

Oh great. This doctor is Southern just like Shane. Must be some sort of Southern conspiracy....

"Ah'm done now, honey. Go see your friend." I say my thanks and then walk next door.



I walk up to the door and take a deep breath and knock. "Come in! Ah'm clothed! Unless your Lita... Then Ah'll get undress!" His voice calls out through the door.

I can't help it and giggle as I open the door, "You should be glad that I'm *not* Lita... She'd probably beat you up!"

I see that Shane is lying on his back with an icepack on his shoulder, staring up at the ceiling, "Yeah, I shure got enough of that tonight. Hi, Molly."

"Hi, Shane."

"I'm sorry." We both say at the same time.

Shane stops looking at the ceiling and he attempts to sit up, as he grins at me, "Nah, Ah'm really sorry Molly. Even though ya did hurt me, ah realize that ah shouldn't have blown up at you after the Hardcore title thing."

"And I'm sorry Shane, that I put you through all this. I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier, and I'm sorry about the match tonight..."

Shane raises his hands, "Ah, don't worry about tonight. That's not ya fault. That's Heyman and his mutant's fault. And as fo' the other times.... I'll fo'give, if ya fo'give."

I smile as we shake hands in agreement. "How is your back?"

"And muh head!" He says smiling.

"And your head!" I smile back at him, glad that we've returned to our usual conversations after normal, typical matches.

"Muh back hurts like a bitch. Or Regal, whichever comes first. 'nd muh head feels like someone is digging sharp spikes into muh brain. All in all, a typical day. "

I sigh as I put my fingers into his curly black hair and start to comb it with my fingers. Whenever Shane is having a bad day, his usual pick-me-up is for someone to play with his hair.

He makes a happy 'cooing' noise, and then clears his throat in an attempt to regain his manlyhood, "Molly... Don't feel so bad fo' me. See, Ah'm still alive!" And to prove his point he pinched himself and yelled -OW-. " 'nd ah also think you had a good match tonight. Ah'm very proud of you, even though ya know ah didn't want to fight you tonight."

I open my mouth to say something, but he puts his hand over my mouth. "Shush. Ah don't want to hear it. You know, how much ah hate it when you fight. Ah ain't goin' lie. It scares the shit outta me. It's probably because you can do things that I would never be able to do. Like; hitting people with frying pans...etc..." he says with a playful look in his brown eyes.

"Speaking of... Ah heard that someone has made nicey-nice with a certain jerky blond Canadian. And ah don't mean Jericho!"

I start to blush and I try to form a sentence to defend myself.

"Hey!" Shane puts his hands up again. "Ah don't care! As long as he keeps you happy. And he doesn't cheat on you, then ah have no problems with him. But, if he hurts you, Ah'll kick his sorry ass all the way back to Canada."

I take my hands out of his hair and fling my arms around his neck. "My hero!" I say as I kiss his cheek. And then I start to giggle as he starts to blush through his face paint.

Oh, that's right. He's still wearing his superhero face paint from in the ring. I quickly solve that by getting a wet dishcloth and wiping it off of his face.

"There, done." I say as I finish, and then I scream, "Ahhh! That face!!! I should have left the paint on!!! My eyes!!!"

Shane grins and then pouts, "Aw! Ah, ain't that bad! Ah've seen you without your makeup on, now *that's* scary!!"

I'm about to have a witty comeback, when Lita comes running into the room. Literally out of breath.

"Oh, Sugar Shane! Are you all right?!?! I saw what that bastard did to you! Come're and let me see your head! Ahh, it's all right. I'm so glad! Let me see your arms."

Lita oohed and ahhed over Shane for five minutes until she realized I was in the room, and then she turned to me and asked if I was all right. I said yes, and then she returned to checking Shane over.

And Lita still thinks that she doesn't have anybody...
Yeah, right.


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A/N: Like it? I do! Told you Shane would be all nice later! Hoorah! I still own no one, and so on and so on. Thanks for all of the reviews!! Cookies for all! *passes out cookies* OH! Even better! *passes out Raven-o's* ^__^