Title: Like Father...Like Daughter...
Author: Janine
E-mail: Stephjanine49@aol.com
Pairing: Lita/?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE and Vince McMahon
Rating: 15 (may contain bad language, refers to sex and abuse)
Spoilers: Not really
Notes: There's still a roster split. Only the women's champion can appear on both shows. Summary: Daddy's girl returns...
~Part 19~
"Fired?! Dammit!" The wrestler threw his mobile to the ground, wincing when it shattered to pieces across the waiting room floor, "She can't do that! She can't fire us!" he yelled, wishing he had another mobile phone, so that he could smash that one too.
"She can and she has," came the more rational voice from beside him, "just calm down Edge, we're in a hospital remember? Do you want to get us to get thrown out?"
"No." Edge sat down next to the man and leaned back, sighing as he did so, "It's just.well I don't know Kurt.It's not really the job I'm worried about.I can't explain it."
Kurt Angle looked the Canadian up and down. He looked exhausted and anxious, and Kurt new it was because of the diva who was lying unconscious on a hospital bed. They had yet to be given permission to see her, yet Kurt didn't know whether he really wanted to. He felt out of place, like he shouldn't be there. He hadn't really spoken to the girl before, so what right did he have to be sitting there, with her friends, waiting for news on her health? He scanned the waiting room, surprised at how popular the woman must be. Jeff Hardy was sitting across from him, head in hands as Trish comforted him. Tommy Dreamer sat beside them and the three Dudley's were standing and talking together. RVD wasn't there, but then that didn't really surprise him. Austin and Lillian were sitting in the corner of the room, and although Lillian was a friend of Lita's, Steve wasn't, but he was there, just like Kurt.
"Hey," a new voice interrupted the tranquillity of the room, and most of the wrestlers looked up.
"What are you two doing here?" Edge snapped, standing to his feet. Kurt stood too, just in case Edge decided to lunge for either of the two blondes, and that was highly likely given the mood he was in.
"I uh.we were concerned about Lita." Chris Jericho raised his hands, as if easing off a wild beast. Christian nodded as he regarded his older brother, noticing how restless Edge seemed.
"Look man, we're not here to cause any trouble. We just wanted to know if she was okay," Christian spoke, never taking his eyes form his brother's. Edge wordlessly sat back down and the others followed suit.
"It's good of you to come, I'm sure she'll appreciate it." Kurt nodded, hating to have to play the role of the calm one. It just made him seem so cold.
"Have you seen her yet?" Chris wanted to know, glancing round the room like Kurt had done earlier.
"No." Jeff almost whispered, and Trish wrapped her arm tightly around him. She glanced at Jericho, and shook her head.
"They're not letting anyone in yet," She said, and silence filled the room once more.
"I should have stopped it happening," Edge muttered and a few of them looked up, confusion on their faces.
"What?" Christian frowned. He was afraid this would happen.that his brother would blame himself.
"I was out there with her. I stopped Heyman getting his hands on her. Then I got back in the ring and left her. If I'd only stayed with her."
".Then the rest of us probably would have got our asses kicked, and Lita could have been hurt even more." Kurt sighed, "It's not your fault Edge. You didn't know what was going to happen. We were just lucky we got to her when we did."
"If anyone's to blame then it's Eric Bischoff." Jericho declared, his hatred for the man obvious by his tone.
"You know, he has a point there," Devon piped up.
"Yeah, and to think he got off lightly with a little concussion." Trish sneered as she thought about her arrogant boss, "If it was up to me he'd be needing brain surgery right now."
"I think that's quite fitting." Everyone looked up at the new voice, surprised when they saw the angry looking Evolution member, standing in the doorway to the room.
"You..." Edge stood, narrowing his eyes "You had something to do with this didn't you?"
"What?" The large man lifted his eyebrows at the suspicious Canadian.
"You heard me. I saw you, Lita and Bischoff talking outside your locker room just before Lita went out there. You care to explain Batista?"
Dave suddenly felt uncomfortable under the accusing glares and inwardly sighed, knowing he'd have to either explain or leave, and he wanted to see Lita just as much as anyone else, possibly more so.
"I told Unc-. uh Bischoff, that I wanted to go to the ring with Lita, but he refused to let me. We argued for a moment, and then he said that I could walk her to the stage. Then I went back to my locker room with the rest of Evolution. We saw the whole thing on the monitor, but we couldn't get out. Our door was locked from the outside." He glanced at the ground, remembering how he had wanted to tear Eric to shreds for what he'd done to his cousin, and remembering how helpless he felt when Charlie Haas had repeatedly struck her with a blasted chair.
"Okay, I believe you. But you can go and tell Tripple H that Lita's okay and she's not a part Evolution anymore, and that he'd better stay the hell away from her." Edge said in a dangerous tone, but Batista wasn't phased.
"Is that why you think I'm here? Because Tripple H sent me?"
"It's the most logical reason," Bubba Dudley spoke up, shrugging at the frowning wrestler.
"Well maybe-"
"Excuse me?" A blond lady wearing a long white coat entered the room, with a clipboard in her hands. Everyone looked up hopefully at the doctor as she continued, "Are you all waiting to see Lita?"
"Yeah, is she awake? Can we see her?" Trish asked, giving Jeff's hand a small squeeze. The doctor smiled gently at the blonde.
"Yes she's awake. She has a concussion, a few broken ribs, and sprained wrist, but other than that she'll be fine. She's one tough girl though, to take a beating like that so shortly after recovering from a broken neck, and still come out of it okay."
"Well can we see her?" Edge asked, both relieved that the diva was going to be okay, and also extremely anxious to see her.
"All in due time." The doctor assured him, "But right now, she's asking to see her father-."
"Who?" Jeff frowned, uncertain if he heard the woman correctly. Noticing the looks on the other wrestler's faces, he must have done. "But he's dead. I mean.well both her parents are dead."
"He is?" the doctor looked down at her notes on the clipboard and back up at the perplexed faces, "A Mr Bischoff? Eric Bischoff?"
~End Part 19~
Spoilers: Not really
Notes: There's still a roster split. Only the women's champion can appear on both shows. Summary: Daddy's girl returns...
~Part 19~
"Fired?! Dammit!" The wrestler threw his mobile to the ground, wincing when it shattered to pieces across the waiting room floor, "She can't do that! She can't fire us!" he yelled, wishing he had another mobile phone, so that he could smash that one too.
"She can and she has," came the more rational voice from beside him, "just calm down Edge, we're in a hospital remember? Do you want to get us to get thrown out?"
"No." Edge sat down next to the man and leaned back, sighing as he did so, "It's just.well I don't know Kurt.It's not really the job I'm worried about.I can't explain it."
Kurt Angle looked the Canadian up and down. He looked exhausted and anxious, and Kurt new it was because of the diva who was lying unconscious on a hospital bed. They had yet to be given permission to see her, yet Kurt didn't know whether he really wanted to. He felt out of place, like he shouldn't be there. He hadn't really spoken to the girl before, so what right did he have to be sitting there, with her friends, waiting for news on her health? He scanned the waiting room, surprised at how popular the woman must be. Jeff Hardy was sitting across from him, head in hands as Trish comforted him. Tommy Dreamer sat beside them and the three Dudley's were standing and talking together. RVD wasn't there, but then that didn't really surprise him. Austin and Lillian were sitting in the corner of the room, and although Lillian was a friend of Lita's, Steve wasn't, but he was there, just like Kurt.
"Hey," a new voice interrupted the tranquillity of the room, and most of the wrestlers looked up.
"What are you two doing here?" Edge snapped, standing to his feet. Kurt stood too, just in case Edge decided to lunge for either of the two blondes, and that was highly likely given the mood he was in.
"I uh.we were concerned about Lita." Chris Jericho raised his hands, as if easing off a wild beast. Christian nodded as he regarded his older brother, noticing how restless Edge seemed.
"Look man, we're not here to cause any trouble. We just wanted to know if she was okay," Christian spoke, never taking his eyes form his brother's. Edge wordlessly sat back down and the others followed suit.
"It's good of you to come, I'm sure she'll appreciate it." Kurt nodded, hating to have to play the role of the calm one. It just made him seem so cold.
"Have you seen her yet?" Chris wanted to know, glancing round the room like Kurt had done earlier.
"No." Jeff almost whispered, and Trish wrapped her arm tightly around him. She glanced at Jericho, and shook her head.
"They're not letting anyone in yet," She said, and silence filled the room once more.
"I should have stopped it happening," Edge muttered and a few of them looked up, confusion on their faces.
"What?" Christian frowned. He was afraid this would happen.that his brother would blame himself.
"I was out there with her. I stopped Heyman getting his hands on her. Then I got back in the ring and left her. If I'd only stayed with her."
".Then the rest of us probably would have got our asses kicked, and Lita could have been hurt even more." Kurt sighed, "It's not your fault Edge. You didn't know what was going to happen. We were just lucky we got to her when we did."
"If anyone's to blame then it's Eric Bischoff." Jericho declared, his hatred for the man obvious by his tone.
"You know, he has a point there," Devon piped up.
"Yeah, and to think he got off lightly with a little concussion." Trish sneered as she thought about her arrogant boss, "If it was up to me he'd be needing brain surgery right now."
"I think that's quite fitting." Everyone looked up at the new voice, surprised when they saw the angry looking Evolution member, standing in the doorway to the room.
"You..." Edge stood, narrowing his eyes "You had something to do with this didn't you?"
"What?" The large man lifted his eyebrows at the suspicious Canadian.
"You heard me. I saw you, Lita and Bischoff talking outside your locker room just before Lita went out there. You care to explain Batista?"
Dave suddenly felt uncomfortable under the accusing glares and inwardly sighed, knowing he'd have to either explain or leave, and he wanted to see Lita just as much as anyone else, possibly more so.
"I told Unc-. uh Bischoff, that I wanted to go to the ring with Lita, but he refused to let me. We argued for a moment, and then he said that I could walk her to the stage. Then I went back to my locker room with the rest of Evolution. We saw the whole thing on the monitor, but we couldn't get out. Our door was locked from the outside." He glanced at the ground, remembering how he had wanted to tear Eric to shreds for what he'd done to his cousin, and remembering how helpless he felt when Charlie Haas had repeatedly struck her with a blasted chair.
"Okay, I believe you. But you can go and tell Tripple H that Lita's okay and she's not a part Evolution anymore, and that he'd better stay the hell away from her." Edge said in a dangerous tone, but Batista wasn't phased.
"Is that why you think I'm here? Because Tripple H sent me?"
"It's the most logical reason," Bubba Dudley spoke up, shrugging at the frowning wrestler.
"Well maybe-"
"Excuse me?" A blond lady wearing a long white coat entered the room, with a clipboard in her hands. Everyone looked up hopefully at the doctor as she continued, "Are you all waiting to see Lita?"
"Yeah, is she awake? Can we see her?" Trish asked, giving Jeff's hand a small squeeze. The doctor smiled gently at the blonde.
"Yes she's awake. She has a concussion, a few broken ribs, and sprained wrist, but other than that she'll be fine. She's one tough girl though, to take a beating like that so shortly after recovering from a broken neck, and still come out of it okay."
"Well can we see her?" Edge asked, both relieved that the diva was going to be okay, and also extremely anxious to see her.
"All in due time." The doctor assured him, "But right now, she's asking to see her father-."
"Who?" Jeff frowned, uncertain if he heard the woman correctly. Noticing the looks on the other wrestler's faces, he must have done. "But he's dead. I mean.well both her parents are dead."
"He is?" the doctor looked down at her notes on the clipboard and back up at the perplexed faces, "A Mr Bischoff? Eric Bischoff?"
~End Part 19~