*~Two weeks later~*


Kurt sat quietly, nodding his head when it seemed appropriate. Dr. Charleston was filling him in on the paper work and the proper medication Lita would need to take as soon as the baby was born. She was, in a word, rehabilitated. Kurt mentally scoffed. He knew from the start Lita wasn't crazy. He pegged her game from the beginning…he just stayed quiet. As much as he detested what she put him through…He didn't want his child's 9 months to be spent behind bars. Funny, he thought. Lita never tried to play "off the rocker" with him. He started to wonder why. Before he could venture that further, Dr. Charleston roused him out of his thoughts. "…and the most important thing, Mr. Angle is that you do everything in your power to keep her away from Mr. Jericho and Ms. McMahon…her well being depends on it." Kurt nodded and stood. He shook hands with the Doc, who seemed a hell of a lot more relaxed now than he did a few days ago. When Kurt walked out of the room, he found Lita sitting on a chair, bored. She looked up and he shrugged. "Looks like you're of sound mind now." Lita grinned and stood. She bit her lip. "Am I outta here?" Kurt nodded. "Yeah." Lita's smile grew. "You can drop me off at the airport, from there Ill go hom--" "Um, no. You're let out, alright. Under my care. So lets set a few ground rules. 1.) No more mind games. 2.) No more sudden hitting over the head. And 3.) the most important…no seeing Chris or Stephanie." Lita gaped at him. "Under your care? Wha--" She closed her mouth. That damn weasel Leo decided to get one up on her. She fumed. That damn asshole. She shook her head. She'd find a way around it. She ran her hand through her loose, red hair. "We'll send for your things later. Lets get outta here." Lita began to follow Kurt out and paused. She turned around and saw Leo standing in his office doorway. She blew him a seductive kiss before walking out. Lita stopped and squinted once she was in the sunlight. She shielded her eyes with her hand and smiled. "Im free." She whispered.
*****
Chris tossed around in his bed. He was dreaming. And in his dream *she* was there. He shook his head. A moaned under his breath. In his dream there was a loud bang. Chris sat upright in bed, and his blue eyes snapped open. As sweat dripped off his forehead and let out a shuddered sigh. "God, no."