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A/N: Go me!! Everything is A-OK now, and I will be able to update more regularly. Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story and took the time to read all of it. On to the story and XA/N!!!!!!
XA/N: Akila and Skittle were still fighting.
Akila ran over to a ring that had just appeared out of nowhere and pulled a chair out from under it. She held it up, right as Skittle dropkicked her in the face. Skittle reached under the ring and brought out a huge ladder. She set it up and started climbing. Akila was waiting at the bottom.
**1 Hour Later**
Skillte finally reached the top of the ladder. She did the guns sign and flipped off of the top. Akila rolled out of the way. Both then started to stand up and began to trade punches once more.
"Dammit!!! Knock it off!! Who the hell do you two think you are?" Vince shouted. "You all need to be killed now!!! I'm tired of waiting around!!!" He jumped up out of his chair, as did everyone else. All of the group joined together in a little huddle.
"Do you think that he's serious?" Jeff asked as Akila and Skittle joined the circle.
"Duh...lemme think here, Jeff. Uh...naw, he's just joking!" Jericho snapped at him. Lizzie smacked him.
"Be nice, Chris." She told him. Kurt snickered.
"She's got you whipped Chris." Kurt said as Shawn and Jeff laughed. Steph slapped him.
"Shut up, we need a plan." Steph said. The group nodded. No one could come up with anything, though.
"Let's just see what he does, and act on impulse." Shawn suggested. The group shrugged and agreed to go along with that plan. The group separated and and stood in a line in front of Vince.
"Bring it on, old man." JB said. Vince smiled and pushed a button on some sort of remote. He became covered in some sort of Darth Vader looking suit.
"I hope that you all like the heat." Vince said in a Darth Vader voice as he pushed another button. Volcanoes appeared in the not-so-far distance. Lava began to squirt out of the cracks in this strange planet.
"Dammit, we always get stuck in shitty situations like this!!" Chris yelled.
"Yeah, why can't we get one of those cool suits?!" Jeff yelled as lava began to slowly surround them. Skittle snapped her fingers.
"The suit, we need a suit like his!!" she yelled.
*
Will we find a Darth Vader suit?
Who won the match?
If we find a Darth Vader suit, will we be able to talk like Darth Vader?
All these questions and more answered on the next XA/N!!!
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Shawn and Chris sat out in Shawn's back yard, trying to digest the excellent meal that Rebecca had just fixed for them. Liz and Rebecca were inside the house, talking about what they call "girl stuff" while trying to do the dishes.
"Chris, have you talked to Randy yet?" Shawn asked him. Chris didn't make any response. He traced a line with his finger around the top of the beer can. "Chris, are you sure that any of that really even happened? What if your mind just made it up? I know that you haven't let go of Cori yet, but man, you need to do something. You're making yourself miserable." Chris sighed.
"After I do this, I might be able to let her go." Chris said. "But until then....." he trailed off.
"Then what?" Shawn asked, noticing the faraway look in Chris' eyes, hoping to get an answer from him.
"Until then, she comes to me in my sleep and sometimes, I think that I hear her on the street or in my room. I'll pass a playground and think that I see her when she was 5 years old. It's like she's telling me that I have to do this. It's also like she's haunting me." Chris said. Shawn looked away from his friend. He knew that feeling, but he didn't think that he could possibly try to talk Chris out of his way of thinking.
Shawn took another sip of beer and thought about how Chris had told him all of this in the hospital. How he had seemed so full of rage at Randy. And his constant sorrow an guilt of not being able to save his daughter. Shawn knew that image must haunt Chris more than anything.
God knew that it still haunted him from time to time.
Shawn wouldn't be surprised if that image still haunted everyone that had been in that arena that night. He took another sip of beer.
He could still see the shock written eternally on her face. He could still see the bruises on her skin.
He could still see the bullet hole in her forehead with blood rolling out.
He blinked away the image from his mind and glanced back over at Chris, who was wiping at his face. Apparently, he had been thinking about the same thing.
"I'm not gay, Shawn." Chris said all of a sudden. Shawn nearly choked on his beer.
"What? I know that. What brought that on?" Shawn asked him, not really sure if he wanted to know the answered. Chris gave Shawn his trademark smirk.
"You called me honey on RAW the other night. I'm just telling you that I'm not gay." Chris said. "Now, you on the other hand, I'm not sure about, but I'm definitely not gay." Shawn chuckled.
"Shut up Irvine, or challenge me to a fight." Shawn dared him, standing up.
Chris hopped up out of the lawn chair and tackled Shawn to the ground. Both men began to struggle around and punch each other. Both men were also laughing uncontrollably in the process. More so because they were drunk than because it was actually funny.
Liz and Rebecca watched with amusement from the kitchen window as the two men fought each other on the ground outside.
"Do you ever get tired of Shawn and Chris fighting over here all the time?" Liz asked while drying one of the last dishes.
"Oh, occasionally, but seeing the huge smiles on their faces when they come back in, tells me that it's worth it and that it helps take Chris' mind off of poor Cori." Rebecca said, handing her another dish.
Liz nodded and wished that she could do that very thing to Chris. Take his mind off of Cori. She had tried in various ways, God how she had tried. Nothing seemed to be working. Only visiting Shawn seemed to do the trick. She wished that she could somehow grab his attention and take his mind off of Cori's death. But so far, no go. She thought about asking Rebecca for advice, then later made up her mind that she would ask Shawn about what they do.
Shawn and Chris stumbled inside the house then. Mud on their faces, and their shirts torn, they closed the door behind them and sat down with huge grins on their faces.
While Chris was cleaning up in the bathroom and Rebecca was upstairs, Liz walked over to Shawn, and sat next to him.
"Shawn, how do you get Chris to get his mind off of Cori all of the time?" Liz blurted out. "I mean, seriously, how do you do it? I've tried so many times and nothing seems to work but you can get him to take his mind off of anything." She finished. Shawn looked over at her. He felt the sudden urge to grab this girl and kiss her senseless, but pushed it down again. It wouldn't be right.
"We just talk about stuff, I guess it's a guy thing." Shawn shrugged, trying desperately to look at something else in the room. His wife was upstairs and his best friend was in the bathroom. He'd had this problem at dinner as well, but at least there had been the distraction of food. Now there was nothing to turn to, and he was weakening by the second.
"Damn. It figures. A guy thing." Liz muttered under her breath. She noticed that Shawn was staring at her quite intently. She was beginning to noticed how handsome he was in this light. The way that his hair framed his face perfectly. She'd stared at him all through dinner and had noticed him staring at her a few times. She needed to look away. She HAD to look away.
But, she found that she couldn't look away to save her life.
She began to pray for a distraction, anything to get her to look away from him. Anything to get her mind off of the thoughts that were running through her head. She was dating Chris. She loved Chris. She needed Chris. But, with God as her witness...she wanted Shawn.
Before Shawn knew what he was doing, or was able to even think about it, he was kissing her. He was kissing another woman in his house with his wife upstairs, perfectly able to come down the stairs at any given moment, and his best friend in the bathroom, who could also come out at any given moment. Not to mention that it was his best friend's girlfriend whom he was kissing. He somehow didn't feel guilty.
Liz couldn't remember what was happening. Shawn was kissing her senseless. They were no longer sitting on the couch, they were laying on it, with him on top of her. She knew this was wrong, she knew it with all of her heart, but she couldn't tell herself that it was. She felt so good here with Shawn, the thought was shoved away violently.
Shawn finally came back to his senses and the guilt kicked it. He recoiled fiercely and jumped off of her, as if he was burnt. His hands were shaking. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to regain control of himself. Liz began to sit up.
"What the hell are we doing? We can't do this!! My wife's upstairs putting my son to bed for God's sake!!! My best friend is in the bathroom, and you're his girlfriend. If they caught us like this..." he didn't finish. Liz was walking towards him.
"Just kiss me again. I don't care what Chris thinks. If your wife comes down, say that I came onto you, which, I believe that I am right now. One little kiss, that's all I want." Liz told him, not even sure of her own voice. Shawn sighed and lost control. He bent down and kissed her again.
"Cameron, please go to sleep now, I've read you 5 bedtime stories now, it's time to go to sleep." Rebecca pleaded with her son as he sat, wide awake on the bed.
"One more story, please momma?" He asked. Rebecca was about to respond when someone yelled something downstairs.
"I'll be right back, sweetie." Rebecca said, then headed for the stairs. The stairs overlooked the living room, which was where all of the commotion was happening.
"What the hell is this?" Chris screamed again. Tears began to form in his eyes. "I walk out of the bathroom to find my friend, my freaking best friend shoving his tongue down the throat of my girlfriend!!! And his wife is right upstairs!!" Chris yelled, shoving Shawn. Rage was beginning to consume him. Shawn bit his lip, then was about to explain everything, knowing that it wouldn't help. Nothing would help now.
"Is this true Shawn?" Rebecca asked from the stairs. Shawn swallowed and nodded; he had no voice left to do anything. He was ashamed, and that was the understatement of the year. Chris clenched his hands into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white. He took a deep breath and struggled to keep his temper in check. He pointed his finger at Shawn.
"Stay the hell away from me." Chris said. Liz began to step towards him when he looked at her. "You stay the hell away from me too, I hope that you two make each other happy." Chris said, then he turned to walk away.
"Chris," Shawn started.
"No, shut the hell up and stay away from me." Chris said storming out the front door, and slamming it so hard a picture fell off of the wall and broke.
It was a picture of he, Shawn and Cori, the last time that she had been alive.
Chris collapsed on the sidewalk after slamming the door. Tears began to roll down his face. He punched the concrete below him and let out a strangled cry.
"Why God," he screamed. "Why? Why did you give me everything and then take it away again? What the fu-hell did I do to you? Huh? Answer me you bastard!!!" He put his head in his hands and wept. He slowly stood up and got in his car. As he put the car in drive, he prayed that God just kill him on his way home so that he wouldn't have to face the pain and emptiness that would be there tomorrow.
Shawn and Liz stood in the living room. Rebecca was still standing on the stairs. All three of them had heard Chris' cry. It was loud enough for someone in Spain to hear him. Rebecca turned around and left them to stand there in the living room. Shawn stared at his feet and knew that he was going to be sleeping on the couch for a while.
"Come on, I'll drive you home." He told her. Liz followed him out, her head hanging as low as his.
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Review please!! And Lizzie, don't worry, I'm not going to let you fade out. You might even get back with Chris...who knows???
A/N: Go me!! Everything is A-OK now, and I will be able to update more regularly. Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story and took the time to read all of it. On to the story and XA/N!!!!!!
XA/N: Akila and Skittle were still fighting.
Akila ran over to a ring that had just appeared out of nowhere and pulled a chair out from under it. She held it up, right as Skittle dropkicked her in the face. Skittle reached under the ring and brought out a huge ladder. She set it up and started climbing. Akila was waiting at the bottom.
**1 Hour Later**
Skillte finally reached the top of the ladder. She did the guns sign and flipped off of the top. Akila rolled out of the way. Both then started to stand up and began to trade punches once more.
"Dammit!!! Knock it off!! Who the hell do you two think you are?" Vince shouted. "You all need to be killed now!!! I'm tired of waiting around!!!" He jumped up out of his chair, as did everyone else. All of the group joined together in a little huddle.
"Do you think that he's serious?" Jeff asked as Akila and Skittle joined the circle.
"Duh...lemme think here, Jeff. Uh...naw, he's just joking!" Jericho snapped at him. Lizzie smacked him.
"Be nice, Chris." She told him. Kurt snickered.
"She's got you whipped Chris." Kurt said as Shawn and Jeff laughed. Steph slapped him.
"Shut up, we need a plan." Steph said. The group nodded. No one could come up with anything, though.
"Let's just see what he does, and act on impulse." Shawn suggested. The group shrugged and agreed to go along with that plan. The group separated and and stood in a line in front of Vince.
"Bring it on, old man." JB said. Vince smiled and pushed a button on some sort of remote. He became covered in some sort of Darth Vader looking suit.
"I hope that you all like the heat." Vince said in a Darth Vader voice as he pushed another button. Volcanoes appeared in the not-so-far distance. Lava began to squirt out of the cracks in this strange planet.
"Dammit, we always get stuck in shitty situations like this!!" Chris yelled.
"Yeah, why can't we get one of those cool suits?!" Jeff yelled as lava began to slowly surround them. Skittle snapped her fingers.
"The suit, we need a suit like his!!" she yelled.
*
Will we find a Darth Vader suit?
Who won the match?
If we find a Darth Vader suit, will we be able to talk like Darth Vader?
All these questions and more answered on the next XA/N!!!
**
Shawn and Chris sat out in Shawn's back yard, trying to digest the excellent meal that Rebecca had just fixed for them. Liz and Rebecca were inside the house, talking about what they call "girl stuff" while trying to do the dishes.
"Chris, have you talked to Randy yet?" Shawn asked him. Chris didn't make any response. He traced a line with his finger around the top of the beer can. "Chris, are you sure that any of that really even happened? What if your mind just made it up? I know that you haven't let go of Cori yet, but man, you need to do something. You're making yourself miserable." Chris sighed.
"After I do this, I might be able to let her go." Chris said. "But until then....." he trailed off.
"Then what?" Shawn asked, noticing the faraway look in Chris' eyes, hoping to get an answer from him.
"Until then, she comes to me in my sleep and sometimes, I think that I hear her on the street or in my room. I'll pass a playground and think that I see her when she was 5 years old. It's like she's telling me that I have to do this. It's also like she's haunting me." Chris said. Shawn looked away from his friend. He knew that feeling, but he didn't think that he could possibly try to talk Chris out of his way of thinking.
Shawn took another sip of beer and thought about how Chris had told him all of this in the hospital. How he had seemed so full of rage at Randy. And his constant sorrow an guilt of not being able to save his daughter. Shawn knew that image must haunt Chris more than anything.
God knew that it still haunted him from time to time.
Shawn wouldn't be surprised if that image still haunted everyone that had been in that arena that night. He took another sip of beer.
He could still see the shock written eternally on her face. He could still see the bruises on her skin.
He could still see the bullet hole in her forehead with blood rolling out.
He blinked away the image from his mind and glanced back over at Chris, who was wiping at his face. Apparently, he had been thinking about the same thing.
"I'm not gay, Shawn." Chris said all of a sudden. Shawn nearly choked on his beer.
"What? I know that. What brought that on?" Shawn asked him, not really sure if he wanted to know the answered. Chris gave Shawn his trademark smirk.
"You called me honey on RAW the other night. I'm just telling you that I'm not gay." Chris said. "Now, you on the other hand, I'm not sure about, but I'm definitely not gay." Shawn chuckled.
"Shut up Irvine, or challenge me to a fight." Shawn dared him, standing up.
Chris hopped up out of the lawn chair and tackled Shawn to the ground. Both men began to struggle around and punch each other. Both men were also laughing uncontrollably in the process. More so because they were drunk than because it was actually funny.
Liz and Rebecca watched with amusement from the kitchen window as the two men fought each other on the ground outside.
"Do you ever get tired of Shawn and Chris fighting over here all the time?" Liz asked while drying one of the last dishes.
"Oh, occasionally, but seeing the huge smiles on their faces when they come back in, tells me that it's worth it and that it helps take Chris' mind off of poor Cori." Rebecca said, handing her another dish.
Liz nodded and wished that she could do that very thing to Chris. Take his mind off of Cori. She had tried in various ways, God how she had tried. Nothing seemed to be working. Only visiting Shawn seemed to do the trick. She wished that she could somehow grab his attention and take his mind off of Cori's death. But so far, no go. She thought about asking Rebecca for advice, then later made up her mind that she would ask Shawn about what they do.
Shawn and Chris stumbled inside the house then. Mud on their faces, and their shirts torn, they closed the door behind them and sat down with huge grins on their faces.
While Chris was cleaning up in the bathroom and Rebecca was upstairs, Liz walked over to Shawn, and sat next to him.
"Shawn, how do you get Chris to get his mind off of Cori all of the time?" Liz blurted out. "I mean, seriously, how do you do it? I've tried so many times and nothing seems to work but you can get him to take his mind off of anything." She finished. Shawn looked over at her. He felt the sudden urge to grab this girl and kiss her senseless, but pushed it down again. It wouldn't be right.
"We just talk about stuff, I guess it's a guy thing." Shawn shrugged, trying desperately to look at something else in the room. His wife was upstairs and his best friend was in the bathroom. He'd had this problem at dinner as well, but at least there had been the distraction of food. Now there was nothing to turn to, and he was weakening by the second.
"Damn. It figures. A guy thing." Liz muttered under her breath. She noticed that Shawn was staring at her quite intently. She was beginning to noticed how handsome he was in this light. The way that his hair framed his face perfectly. She'd stared at him all through dinner and had noticed him staring at her a few times. She needed to look away. She HAD to look away.
But, she found that she couldn't look away to save her life.
She began to pray for a distraction, anything to get her to look away from him. Anything to get her mind off of the thoughts that were running through her head. She was dating Chris. She loved Chris. She needed Chris. But, with God as her witness...she wanted Shawn.
Before Shawn knew what he was doing, or was able to even think about it, he was kissing her. He was kissing another woman in his house with his wife upstairs, perfectly able to come down the stairs at any given moment, and his best friend in the bathroom, who could also come out at any given moment. Not to mention that it was his best friend's girlfriend whom he was kissing. He somehow didn't feel guilty.
Liz couldn't remember what was happening. Shawn was kissing her senseless. They were no longer sitting on the couch, they were laying on it, with him on top of her. She knew this was wrong, she knew it with all of her heart, but she couldn't tell herself that it was. She felt so good here with Shawn, the thought was shoved away violently.
Shawn finally came back to his senses and the guilt kicked it. He recoiled fiercely and jumped off of her, as if he was burnt. His hands were shaking. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to regain control of himself. Liz began to sit up.
"What the hell are we doing? We can't do this!! My wife's upstairs putting my son to bed for God's sake!!! My best friend is in the bathroom, and you're his girlfriend. If they caught us like this..." he didn't finish. Liz was walking towards him.
"Just kiss me again. I don't care what Chris thinks. If your wife comes down, say that I came onto you, which, I believe that I am right now. One little kiss, that's all I want." Liz told him, not even sure of her own voice. Shawn sighed and lost control. He bent down and kissed her again.
"Cameron, please go to sleep now, I've read you 5 bedtime stories now, it's time to go to sleep." Rebecca pleaded with her son as he sat, wide awake on the bed.
"One more story, please momma?" He asked. Rebecca was about to respond when someone yelled something downstairs.
"I'll be right back, sweetie." Rebecca said, then headed for the stairs. The stairs overlooked the living room, which was where all of the commotion was happening.
"What the hell is this?" Chris screamed again. Tears began to form in his eyes. "I walk out of the bathroom to find my friend, my freaking best friend shoving his tongue down the throat of my girlfriend!!! And his wife is right upstairs!!" Chris yelled, shoving Shawn. Rage was beginning to consume him. Shawn bit his lip, then was about to explain everything, knowing that it wouldn't help. Nothing would help now.
"Is this true Shawn?" Rebecca asked from the stairs. Shawn swallowed and nodded; he had no voice left to do anything. He was ashamed, and that was the understatement of the year. Chris clenched his hands into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white. He took a deep breath and struggled to keep his temper in check. He pointed his finger at Shawn.
"Stay the hell away from me." Chris said. Liz began to step towards him when he looked at her. "You stay the hell away from me too, I hope that you two make each other happy." Chris said, then he turned to walk away.
"Chris," Shawn started.
"No, shut the hell up and stay away from me." Chris said storming out the front door, and slamming it so hard a picture fell off of the wall and broke.
It was a picture of he, Shawn and Cori, the last time that she had been alive.
Chris collapsed on the sidewalk after slamming the door. Tears began to roll down his face. He punched the concrete below him and let out a strangled cry.
"Why God," he screamed. "Why? Why did you give me everything and then take it away again? What the fu-hell did I do to you? Huh? Answer me you bastard!!!" He put his head in his hands and wept. He slowly stood up and got in his car. As he put the car in drive, he prayed that God just kill him on his way home so that he wouldn't have to face the pain and emptiness that would be there tomorrow.
Shawn and Liz stood in the living room. Rebecca was still standing on the stairs. All three of them had heard Chris' cry. It was loud enough for someone in Spain to hear him. Rebecca turned around and left them to stand there in the living room. Shawn stared at his feet and knew that he was going to be sleeping on the couch for a while.
"Come on, I'll drive you home." He told her. Liz followed him out, her head hanging as low as his.
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Review please!! And Lizzie, don't worry, I'm not going to let you fade out. You might even get back with Chris...who knows???