WWE
Disc: You know the drill – I own no one.
Rating: Minor R for whole fic – may go up
Pairings: Lita/Jericho, Lillian/Christian, Stacy/Kidman
Notes: Set after Judgement Day – roster split ended at the PPV. No other changes - Edge's not hurt though. Current GM's are all co-commissioners.
Part (2/?)
Christian stared at the blonde ring announcer in shock before quickly kneeling down next to her.
"Lillian?" His blue eyes widened again as Lillian threw herself into his arms, sobs racking her petite frame. He ran his hands over her hair uncomfortably, not quite sure what to do.
"Sssh, honey, it's okay…he's gone, he can't hurt you…" The soft words left his lips unconsciously, his motions slowly coming more easily. The blonde woman in his arms kept crying, though the sobs weren't as violent as they had been before.
Christian kept whispering to her, a strange and unwelcome feeling of over protectiveness welling up inside of him. His voice died down as Lillian slowly stilled in his arms. He looked down, brushing long strands of fine hair away from her face, the relief he felt at her lack of crying cut short by the fact that the ring announcer seemed to be asleep. He frowned, noticing the tears that had dried on her face, his blue eyes sparking with anger.
"Christian? Hey, dude, where are you?" A voice broke the silence in the parking lot, Jericho stopping short when he caught sight of Christian.
"What the hell?" Christian glared at him, motioning for him to quiet down.
"She was attacked – or, someone tried to attack her…" Christian turned his gaze back to the woman sleeping in his arms.
"Is she okay?"
"She cried herself to sleep..." Christian replied, and then frowned as he saw Jericho pick up Lillian's purse. "What are you doing?"
Chris shrugged. "Looking for a cell phone…" He dug around in his purse, his hands finding the familiar smooth plastic. "Or a key card to a hotel room…" He held the card up triumphantly before jogging towards their rental car.
Christian stared after him in mild shock before smiling slightly. "Crazy bastard…" He muttered under his breath as Jericho recklessly pulled the car up to him.
"Well…you coming or not? She's staying in the same hotel as us…" Chris called out impatiently before opening the back door for Christian.
Christian shrugged, and tried to get up without waking the sleeping diva. After quite a few awkward manoeuvre's, he finally managed to slide into the car, Lillian still sleeping peacefully.
"I hope whoever she's rooming with is still there…" Jericho muttered before peeling out of the parking lot. At Christian's questioning glance, he shrugged. "Whoever it is, they'll be able to look after her better than we could…"
They rode the rest of the way in silence, Christian breathing a sigh of relief as they slipped into the elevator without incident. Jericho glanced at Lillian's key card before pushing in a floor number.
Walking across the carpeted floor, he stopped in front of a door, slipping the key card in. The green light flashed and he swung the door open, only to stop dead in tracks.
TBC?