Title~ Stand Back! (2/?)

Author~ Cristal

Email~ Talis13@yahoo.com

Rating~ PG13

Spoilers~ None.

Disclaimer~ All characters belong to the WWE. ;)

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Summary~ There's a Hurricane coming through! He's looking for something: but who can help him find it?

Shane whistled with a smile after finally managing to finish off his plates of food. Although he was tossing an apple around to himself as he walked: snack for a little later and all. He nodded as he passed Rob. "Nice match earlier man…"

"Thanks! You guys too!"

Shane nodded with a wave as he turned a corner, running into another person with a 'smack'. He cursed as the apple hit the floor with a wet smack before making a lop-sided roll to the side. He paused a moment before looking over to whomever he almost mauled. He then had to look down because she was sitting on the floor. "Damn, I'm so sorry!! Are you all right?"

She smiled with a shake of her head, the smallest of laughs leaving her lips as he helped her up. "I'm fine Shane. I keep forgetting I have to look out where I'm going AND where YOU'RE going when we're in the same building!"

He scratched his head with a blush. "Sorry. I'm a klutz. Forgive me?"

She looked up, putting on her most menacing face, tossing back her head as her arms crossed over her chest. "I don't know…it'll probably just happen again…"

"Probably."

She laughed, dropping the pose almost immediately. "True." She smiled up at him, catching him by surprise with the sweet smile. It was a look that totally suited her…he continued meeting her eyes, suddenly not sure what to say…She blushed a pretty shade of pink before stepping around him, looking back with a small smile. "I'll see you later Shane…"

He nodded before remembering to vocally reply. "Later Molly…" He shook his head as he continued down the hallway. That was a little weird…

There was a pounding at his hotel door and he rolled his eyes, stalking over and swinging the door open. "What?!"

Christian pushed through the doorway followed by Chris Jericho and Bubba Ray Dudley. All three men were seemingly speaking at once and Shane just shrugged, trying to make out…ANYTHING that they were saying. "You're late-"

"You were supposed to meet in the lobby-"

"No, it was my room-"

"It was the lobby-"

"I thought it was the pool area…"

"Anyway, we thought we'd come and make sure-"

"You weren't dead!"

"You weren't being quiet!"

"You didn't have a chick over!"

"Would that really be a problem?"

Shane rolled his eyes at the three arguing men. "Guys?"

All three turned towards him, eyebrows arched.

"It was the lobby, I'm not dead and I'm not late! You're early! And there's obviously not a woman in site in here…unfortunately…"

"What was that Shaney?" Chris cooed hysterically. "Are you lonesome? You know they have those cheesy phone sex lines-"

"Which Chris is obviously familiar with."

"Very familiar."

Chris glared at Bubba and Christian respectively, both grinning back at him. "I am not. Who's phone bill had that sex number on it again…" he tapped his forehead before glaring at one. "Christian?"

He sneered back at his friend. "Was not. It was Edge."

"Bullshit!" Bubba laughed. "He doesn't need that when he's got Stephanie!!"

Shane proceeded to roll his eyes again before he grabbed his hoodie sweatshirt. "Can we just leave now? I saw a maid walk by and now she probably thinks we're all sex freaks or something."

"You're not? I know I am…"

"Well Chris, you're also a pervert." Christian stated with a smirk.

"I am not!"

"And you also shriek like a little girl. Will you quit please?" Bubba added with a pout.

"I do NOT!"

Christian shook his head, finger in his ear. "Can we leave now?"

"Please, by all means…" Shane pushed the three men out of his room, shutting the door.

They all tromped down the stairs, trying to be noisy if at all possible. Shane tucked his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt after pulling the hood up, covering the bandanna he was wearing with a sigh. Frightening as it was, he was wondering if Chris was right…actually, he was positive he WAS right. He was actually kinda lonely…he liked having someone with him.

Being in a relationship helped him in his opinion. He didn't typically go for the one night flings which automatically limited his choices. Ring rats were prevalent and more than happy to hope in ANYONE'S bed: which was part of the problem of course. There was no telling where some of those women had been…So, he was stuck looking inside work for the most part. Which was admittedly not THAT horrible of an option. But most of the women were attached: mostly to his friends. How was it THEY could easily find relationships at work, yet HE had such what would easily qualify as such sucky luck his personal life could be considered a vacuum. It was pathetic.

Shane sat in the back seat of the car followed in by Christian who sat in the other seat. Bubba was driving with Chris giving directions. Which may have been a bad idea. He buckled his seatbelt, hearing Chris. "Onward ho!"

"What?"

"Onward ho."

"What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?"

"It means start the damn car, pull out of the damn lot and get to the damn club."

"That was damn easy."

"Damn straight."

"Damn guys."

All four started laughing at the self-imposed stupidity. Sometimes it just helped to be silly. Bubba drove carefully amidst back seat driving courtesy of the other three non-drivers. "You're driving like a grandpa! Come on Dudley!!"

"Worse yet he's driving like a grandma!"

"We'd like to get there sometime this century man!!"

"Would you three stop bitching for twenty seconds?!"

"No."

"No."

"No grandma."

Chris ducked the other man's fist with a laugh. "You're putting along like twenty five miles an hour!"

"No, I'm going the speed limit which is thirty five miles an hour! Just because they don't know how to drive in Canada-"

"HEY!"

Shane shared a laughed with Bubba as the blondes both looked a little put out. "Hey, that's it."

Bubba nodded, pulling into the lot and parking near the back of the full lot. They all got out, making it towards the doorway and paying the cover charge. Chris was grumbling about being able to sing better than the guy that was on stage, fully intending to heckle the man before he left the stage that evening. Shane walked a step behind Chris who made a path to the bar grabbing a beer. Shane did the same, getting a couple for the other two guys who had went to find a table or something.

He walked carefully around the masses of people, eyes straying occasionally to the women in the booths, tables and on the dance floor. He wrinkled his nose slightly, not finding his friends. "Shane!"

He looked to the right, finally catching site of Christian waving at him. He raised a hand, slowly making his way to the booth. Big booth. Filled with pretty women. Okay, no he couldn't complain. He smiled at the girls. "Hey y'all. Didn't know you'd be here this evening…"

"Hi Shane!!" he looked down at the happy redheaded diva who was being careful how she moved, especially in such a crowded place. She was being careful, but she didn't seem to notice Christian being careful for her, almost protectively hovering over her: he shook his head slightly. She had no idea how the blonde felt about her.

"Hey Lita." He turned to the other diva at the table. "Hey Trish."

She smiled happily, waving at him as she held her frothy drink in the other hand. "Hey Shane! How's it going?"

"It's going girl, its going." He smiled, taking a seat in the booth after Trish pulled Bubba around with her, making room for Shane. He slid into the booth with a smile. "You guys here by yourselves tonight?"

Trish shook her head after sipping her drink. "We came with Molly. She's around somewhere. You guys?"

Christian waved a hand. "Jericho's…around…somewhere…"

They laughed at his nonchalant as he smirked, wrapping an arm carefully around the redhead who laid her head on his shoulder. "How's my girl?"

"…I'm fine…"

"You sure little Li?"

She sighed before meeting those haunting blue eyes. He had such an intense gaze…she imagined he didn't even know it most of the time. She smiled slightly. "I'm a little better now…"

Shane watched the two and had to fight from getting sick. He couldn't believe he was jealous…but he was. He liked Lita but…well, she was more friend than girlfriend. And he imagined Christian wouldn't take too kindly to competition in the form of a good friend. They verged dangerously on 'sickeningly cute' though. He rolled his eyes, taking a swig of beer, seeing Trish fawning over Bubba who had a barely visible bruise over his left eye. He rolled his eyes as she kept asking if it hurt and if there was anything she could do for him. He made a lewd comment, which was met with a smack to the side of the head. She was laughing though before she planted a chaste little kiss on his cheek afterwards though as he grinned.

Yeah, he was about to get ill all right. He stood with a roll of his eyes. "I think I'm going to barf if I sit here too long. Think I'll-"

"Leaving so soon? You realize if I stay here, I also will have the overwhelming urge to loose my lunch if there isn't someone else who isn't hooking up present, right?"

He looked over with a smile, happy to see her there. His eyes made quick tracks over her petite form, that bright smile on her face. She was wearing a long black skirt that flowed like silk from her hips and a snug white shirt with three quarter length sleeves. The shoes she was wearing were barely visible under the long skirt. "Yeah, I understand perfectly Molly. You wanna find a table somewhere else?"

She smiled at him as she hooked her arm in his, her other hand holding her drink. "Sounds good…then we can watch from a distance at these four making puppy eyes at each other." Shane just laughed at her impish smile.

End Chapter 2