Do you love me?

Author: Midnite

Disclaimer: I own no part of the WWE or their stars, the only person that I own is Dallas.

Chapter 1

The cell phone attached to Dallas's belt rang. Jason shot her a look that said that this better not take long. She raised the phone to her ear. "Hello." She said.

"Where the hell are you, you bitch?" A male voice yelled at her from the other end.

Dallas grimaced slightly then covered the mouthpiece with her hand. "Jason." She said. "Could you give me a second, please?"

Jason nodded then walked away to give her some privacy.

Dallas watched him walk away then removed her hand from the phone. "I'm in L.A. with the WWE, you know that."

"I know nothin', you tell me nothin', I'd have a good mind to jus' leave you alone n let you die fro' misery." The man slurred.

"Oh, God, Mark, are you drunk again?" Dallas asked in dismay.

"I'm no drunk, can take a few beers." Mark slurred once more. "I wan you home now."

"I can't, Mark, I have a job to do." Dallas tried to reason.

"You lucky you got me, you know that? No other guy would put up wit dis." He said.

Dallas sighed, then noticed someone coming down the hall towards her. "Mark, I have to go." She said.

"You go when I tell you to go." Mark said, he waited a second. "Now you go." He hung up.

Dallas sighed and hung up also, then leaned against the wall as she looked at her wedding ring. She took it off and slipped it into her pocket. The man passed her by. She sighed once more then went off to find Jason.

The man of course was Raven and he turned around and watched her leave with minimal interest. He had seen her hang up then put the ring in her pocket, but the only thought in his head was how much fun it was going to be to dash Finkel's hopes and inform him that Dallas was married. He chuckled despite himself at the thought of bringing misery to others. He briefly wondered where Finkel was, but he figured that he was probably bothering someone as he had been bothering Raven so often lately. He decided that if he waited long enough, Finkel would come to find him.

Dallas found Jason talking to D'lo Brown and the Coach about something, he dismissed them when he saw her. "Who was that?" He asked

"It was my..uh, nothing, no one, just someone." Dallas answered.

Jason gave her a funny look but decided against asking her to clarify that. "Look, since you're here now, you can go get Raven for me."

Dallas looked at him. "I'm not here as your errand girl, you know."

Jason sighed. "I know that, but can't you just go get him anyways?"

She rolled her eyes. "Fine." She turned and started to w3alk away, but then stopped and turned back around. "Who's Raven?"

"Raven, remember, you met him earlier?" Jason answered.

She stared blankly back at him.

"Look, just go to his locker room, he has a private one, he should be there." He said. "Do you think you can find that?"

"Oh, well, golly gee." Dallas said sarcastically. "I just don't know, I'm so weak and helpless and stupid, not at all like a big, strong, smart male."

"Ok, that's enough, get going." Jason said, annoyed with her.

Dallas rolled her eyes, then turned around and continued walking. If Jason thought that she was going to actually be an errand girl for him, he was nuts. She stopped a stagehand. "Could you deliver a message to one of the wrestlers for me?"

"Sure." He answered. "Who is it you need to get a message to?"

"Um, a guy named Raven." She replied.

"Raven?" The guy repeated. "Listen, I'll take you to his locker room, but that's as close as I'm getting to him."

Dallas had a confused look on her face. "Why?"

"He's just not right in the head, just not right." The stagehand shook his head. "If I were you, I'd get in and out as soon as possible."

"Well, you're not, now are you?" She retorted. "Now, can you just take me there?"

"Sure, just follow me." He stated, walking down a hallway, Dallas followed close behind.

He reached a door then moved out of the way. Dallas looked at him as she passed, then opened the door and entered. It was dark inside, she flipped a switch to spread light over everything, Raven was nowhere to be seen. She breathed a sigh of relief., then walked to the centre of the room, where his passport and numerous other pieces of identification were lying on a table.

She picked one up. "Scott Levy." She muttered to herself. "So he actually does have a name." She put it down and looked at whatever else was lying around, bits of cash, more I.D., black make up. She turned around to face the door and gasped in shook. Raven was there, leaning against the wall, intently watching her.

"Find anything interesting?" He asked dully.

"No, not really, Scott." She replied, getting over her shook. She looked at him, so he looked a little different, why should he be labelled different for that?

He snorted. "Been a while since someone has risked calling me that."

"So, maybe I like risks." She responded confidently.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Really?" He moved away from the wall towards her.

Dallas backed up.

Raven chuckled. "Just like all the rest. What did you came here for?"

"How do you know I have a reason?" She asked, backing up another couple of feet. "How do you know that I didn't get lost and just ended up here?"

"Nobody ever comes here by accident." He answered.

"My boss wants to see you." She informed him.

"And why's that?" He asked.

"How am I supposed to know?" She asked back. "God, I don't know why he would want to see you, nobody else does."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You dare to disrespect me like that?"

Dallas backed up still another couple of feet. "I dare." She stated.

Raven took a couple of steps forward and she went back, right up against the wall. Raven went right up to her as she could go back no farther, he grabbed the back of her head and made her look at him.

Dallas grimaced at the slight pain it caused her and she grabbed his wrist with her hand and dug her long, sharp nails in, a bit of blood trickled down his arm. She raised her other hand in an attempt to dig those nails in also, but he caught it and pushed it against the wall.

"Ow." She muttered.

"Remember that feeling the next time you get an urge to mouth off at me." He let go of her and she removed her nails from his wrist. They held each others eyes for but a moment before she broke the contact and fled the room. Raven looked down at his wrist where there was a bit of blood. "She's something." He muttered. "But I don't know what."