Forces of Nature
Chapter 2
Author: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Rating: PG Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own either Triple H (Paul Levesque) or Lita (Amy Dumas). Anything related to the WWE is not mine. Pairing: Triple H/Lita Summary: Lita's managed to catch the attention of the Forces of Nature. Boy, is she in for a ride. Warnings: Little bit of weirdness in here. Spoilers: December 15 (Armageddon), I'm messing around a little though. I'm ignoring the fact that Steiner came back on Raw the next day, but I am having HBK lose the title to HHH. Lita is still announcing Heat, but not cleared to train or wrestle. Author's Note: Well, after letting this fic simmer for a couple of months, I'm hoping I'll be able to write some more. Here goes nothing. Inspiration: AKA Jay's Labyrinth story, 'Something has to Give' gave me some ideas regarding some of my theories in this fic. All AKA Jay's work is wonderful and I greatly suggest it. Also, the amazing novels by Terry Pratchett. That man is a genius. Distribution: Personal Space, Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth, H-L- A. If you'd like it, please just e-mail me the URL.
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The door to the comfortable wooden shack was ungracefully thrown open as a rain-clogged and decidedly unhappy redhead stormed in. The few people milling about looked in shock at the tall woman as she angrily stalked to the front desk.
The receptionist gave a second's pause as she unabashedly stared at the woman in front of her. With foot tapping, Lita looked at her expectantly. Seeming to realize that she was staring the woman gave a slight jump. Her eyes locked with hazel ones, this time with a polite look. "Can I help you?"
Lita's glare was icy before she answered. "I'd like to rent one of your cottages for tonight. And do you know the number for a nearby car repairman?"
The receptionist busied herself with various papers spread out in front of her. Following her investigation, she turned back to the redhead. "I'm sorry ma'am, we don't have any cottages available right now. Perhaps if you come back tomorrow. I do have a telephone book, if you'd like to go through it."
"What!?" the redhead's voice was loud with anger and desperation, "I don't think you understand right. I need a cottage. My car just broke down and I have nowhere else to go. There's got to be something open. Anything."
The receptionist regarded her with unemotional eyes, "I'm sorry, ma'am, our last cottage was just rented out. We might have one available for rent tomorrow."
"Arrgghh!" Lita let out a furious growl before swiftly turning on her heel and stalking towards one of the couches that filled the building. She plopped down, ignoring the wet 'squish' that she created. Looking moodily towards the sky she muttered only two words, "Why me?"
Of course, the people responsible heard that question often enough. I could spin you a tale that explained to the smallest detail why this was happening to Lita in particular. But, if I did that, I would be lying through my teeth. I'm attempting a truthful tale, therefore that is ought of the question.
There was no real reasoning for the redhead's involvement in the interest of those higher beings. The simplest way to put it would be that they were bored, and Lita was simply the first person to get in the way. Of course, that didn't make what they were doing to her right. But, I suppose, right and wrong are trivial when you're omnipotent.
So, as the young woman sat on the coach, bemoaning her fate and the things that were coming to pass in her life, the people responsible felt no remorse. In fact, they were planning their next twist. Thickening the plot to make life more bearable was a hobby of theirs, such as meddling.
Thus, explaining the pure luck that brought a certain man through the cabin door at that instant. For, it had to be luck, what were the chances that he, of all people, would be there? Same time, same place.
Blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, lying casually across a large muscled back. The man exuded confidence as he walked towards the desk, unaware that he had become a pawn in a meddling scheme that was larger than life. He simply had forgotten the key to his cabin. Funny how that works, huh?
So, when the receptionist pulled him into a conversation, he drifted, letting his mind wander. It was only when the woman brought up a crazy redheaded slob that his eyes finally drifted to the familiar face seated across the room.
A smirk crossed the mans face as he took in her waterlogged form, as well as her story. An idea filtered into his brain, which he believed to be entirely his own. For, who else would put that plan there?
As he took on a smug look, the man cockily swaggered over to our heroine, an upturn of his lips giving him the look of the dashing villain that he was. He stopped in front of the unaware woman.
"Hey, Lita," the words were spoken with a false good-nature, "I hear you could use a place to stay tonight."
The woman looked up in surprise, which quickly turned to shock as she took in who was standing in front of her. Lita's lip curled back as she uttered one name as though it was poison, "Hunter."
Chapter 2
Author: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Rating: PG Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own either Triple H (Paul Levesque) or Lita (Amy Dumas). Anything related to the WWE is not mine. Pairing: Triple H/Lita Summary: Lita's managed to catch the attention of the Forces of Nature. Boy, is she in for a ride. Warnings: Little bit of weirdness in here. Spoilers: December 15 (Armageddon), I'm messing around a little though. I'm ignoring the fact that Steiner came back on Raw the next day, but I am having HBK lose the title to HHH. Lita is still announcing Heat, but not cleared to train or wrestle. Author's Note: Well, after letting this fic simmer for a couple of months, I'm hoping I'll be able to write some more. Here goes nothing. Inspiration: AKA Jay's Labyrinth story, 'Something has to Give' gave me some ideas regarding some of my theories in this fic. All AKA Jay's work is wonderful and I greatly suggest it. Also, the amazing novels by Terry Pratchett. That man is a genius. Distribution: Personal Space, Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth, H-L- A. If you'd like it, please just e-mail me the URL.
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The door to the comfortable wooden shack was ungracefully thrown open as a rain-clogged and decidedly unhappy redhead stormed in. The few people milling about looked in shock at the tall woman as she angrily stalked to the front desk.
The receptionist gave a second's pause as she unabashedly stared at the woman in front of her. With foot tapping, Lita looked at her expectantly. Seeming to realize that she was staring the woman gave a slight jump. Her eyes locked with hazel ones, this time with a polite look. "Can I help you?"
Lita's glare was icy before she answered. "I'd like to rent one of your cottages for tonight. And do you know the number for a nearby car repairman?"
The receptionist busied herself with various papers spread out in front of her. Following her investigation, she turned back to the redhead. "I'm sorry ma'am, we don't have any cottages available right now. Perhaps if you come back tomorrow. I do have a telephone book, if you'd like to go through it."
"What!?" the redhead's voice was loud with anger and desperation, "I don't think you understand right. I need a cottage. My car just broke down and I have nowhere else to go. There's got to be something open. Anything."
The receptionist regarded her with unemotional eyes, "I'm sorry, ma'am, our last cottage was just rented out. We might have one available for rent tomorrow."
"Arrgghh!" Lita let out a furious growl before swiftly turning on her heel and stalking towards one of the couches that filled the building. She plopped down, ignoring the wet 'squish' that she created. Looking moodily towards the sky she muttered only two words, "Why me?"
Of course, the people responsible heard that question often enough. I could spin you a tale that explained to the smallest detail why this was happening to Lita in particular. But, if I did that, I would be lying through my teeth. I'm attempting a truthful tale, therefore that is ought of the question.
There was no real reasoning for the redhead's involvement in the interest of those higher beings. The simplest way to put it would be that they were bored, and Lita was simply the first person to get in the way. Of course, that didn't make what they were doing to her right. But, I suppose, right and wrong are trivial when you're omnipotent.
So, as the young woman sat on the coach, bemoaning her fate and the things that were coming to pass in her life, the people responsible felt no remorse. In fact, they were planning their next twist. Thickening the plot to make life more bearable was a hobby of theirs, such as meddling.
Thus, explaining the pure luck that brought a certain man through the cabin door at that instant. For, it had to be luck, what were the chances that he, of all people, would be there? Same time, same place.
Blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, lying casually across a large muscled back. The man exuded confidence as he walked towards the desk, unaware that he had become a pawn in a meddling scheme that was larger than life. He simply had forgotten the key to his cabin. Funny how that works, huh?
So, when the receptionist pulled him into a conversation, he drifted, letting his mind wander. It was only when the woman brought up a crazy redheaded slob that his eyes finally drifted to the familiar face seated across the room.
A smirk crossed the mans face as he took in her waterlogged form, as well as her story. An idea filtered into his brain, which he believed to be entirely his own. For, who else would put that plan there?
As he took on a smug look, the man cockily swaggered over to our heroine, an upturn of his lips giving him the look of the dashing villain that he was. He stopped in front of the unaware woman.
"Hey, Lita," the words were spoken with a false good-nature, "I hear you could use a place to stay tonight."
The woman looked up in surprise, which quickly turned to shock as she took in who was standing in front of her. Lita's lip curled back as she uttered one name as though it was poison, "Hunter."