***Author's Notes: This is a fan fiction that is based on an ongoing Role Play so there is no end. To write this we get into a private chat room and just go at it, tossing things back and forth. Therefore a lot of it goes from one paragraph being what she said and thought to the other paragraph being what he said and thought. I am warning you now of this so that you don't go into it thinking that it is all from one point of view and therefore 'smoother' in the end result. Read no further if you don't like a good role play or 'he said/she said' bantering.***
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Mark had a match against Jeff Hardy now. So when he comes out to the top of the stage on his bike he looks into the ring and grins. Ah yes. The bitch was with him. Good. Perfect. He drives his bike down and around the ring as usual, revving it a few times before he parks in off to the right of the ramp and shuts it off. He sets the stand down and steps off the bike, climbing up into the ring and walking around it like he usually does, looking all mean and confident. He stops and points at Lita, speaking some trash to her before he turns and looks at Jeff.
The bell rings and he gets right to work. He pulverizes Jeff, the boy only being able to get in a few good shots. About 10 minutes into the match he knows it is over with and sets Jeff up for the last ride. He gives it to him and then turns in time to see Lita climbing the turnbuckles. He just glares at her and watches her slowly climb back down off the turnbuckle and then the apron. He then turns and pins Jeff. Once done with that he turns and tells Lita this would be her fault. He then proceeds to pick the dazed and broken Jeff up by the hair and drags him out of the ring. He drags him up the ramp, ignoring Lita's pleas for him to stop, to leave Jeff alone.
He takes Jeff over to the left side of the stage, grabbing him and once again setting him up for the last ride. And on the edge of the stage no doubt. He then gives Jeff the last ride right off the stage, causing the poor boy to land on some equipment down below. Lita then runs to the edge of the stage and looks down at Jeff, concerned for her friend. Mark grabs her by the hair and she turns and gives him a swift kick to the groin. He doubles over in pain and lets her go. But not for long. He turns quickly and grabs her by the hair again, pulling her close.
"Oh now you have crossed the line." He was livid. He pretty much throws Lita right off the edge of the stage to land below on the equipment with Jeff. He then glares down at the two of them and goes back to his bike. He grabs his belt from the ref and then gets onto his bike and drives it away, still pretty pissed off.
Kane was pacing backstage in the locker room he was sharing with Jeff and Lita. Because the two of them were still friends, they still shared a locker room. And Lita wanted Kane with her so he joined them. Matt was off that night. Vince had heard what he had done to Lita's apartment and things and have fined and suspended him for it. Vince may be an asshole but he was a no nonsense asshole. And what Matt had done was going to far. So he wasn't at the arena tonight. Instead he was at WWF New York, acting like he just had the night off.
Kane on the other hand didn't. And so now he was pacing in the locker room, watching the monitor. He had wanted to accompany the two to the ring, he liked Jeff, he was like the little brother he always wanted, but Lita had said no, she would be all right. So he had agreed and remained back in the locker room. He normally wouldn't be so concerned about her safety, but he just had a bad feeling about tonight. Mark wasn't one of Lita's biggest fans. And he knew how Mark could be.
He watches the monitor as the match starts, his pacing slowed for the moment. But it speeds back up as he watches his brother destroy Jeff. When the match is over he sighs deeply with relief, figuring it was all over with. But then he sees Mark grabbing Jeff by the hair. He frowns deeply under his mask and watches the monitor, watching as his brother drags the almost prone Jeff Hardy up the ramp and then last rides him off the stage. But that isn't what makes him run from the locker room.
What makes him run from the room is the look in Mark's eyes as he watches Lita follow him and Jeff up the stage. He knew that look. Knew it well. He was filled with a great fear as he runs down the hall, barreling past people who jump out of his way. He makes it to the stage just after Mark had left. He rushes out and jumps off the edge of the stage, landing easily on the ground by the broken equipment.
He kneels down beside Jeff and Lita and gives Jeff a quick check to make sure he is still alive. He sees that he is and then puts his full attention on Lita. The crowd isn't too sure why he is out there, they figured Matt would be there. He pays no attention to them though. Instead he lightly touches Lita's cheek with his gloved hand, caressing it lightly, fear and sadness shining in his eyes.
"Lita?" He leans closer to her so she can hear him "Lita? Please be okay." He moves back as medics and stage personnel come to help Jeff and Lita.
Lita had known the moment Mark looked at her that she was going to be in trouble. But she didn't show it, not outwardly. None of this was planned and she was running after Jeff as Mark took him up the ramp, begging for him to stop this. When he grabs her by the hair and cringes, tears actually coming to her eyes, as he wasn't even trying to be even the slightest bit gentle with her. She doesn't see it coming when it hits, her body flying down and into the equipment, knocking her out cold next to Jeff.
She also doesn't hear the crowd as they gasp at Kane coming to check her out. But it is his voice that brings her back slightly, moaning deeply, her eyes opening, but unable to focus.
"Kane?" It is a soft whisper, filled with pain. She winces as they put her on a stretcher, a pain shooting through her leg as they move her, and she fleetingly wonders if she broke anything. "Kane?" She blinks, still unable to focus, but can see the red form not far from her and she puts out a hand towards him.
He sees her hand reach out for him and he rushes over, taking her hand in both of his and holding it tight. He frowns deeply, trying to stay out of the way of the medics while not letting go of Lita's hand. "It's ok, Baby. I'm here." The commentators were still discussing why he was out there with her, they were bringing up the rumors in the back and making up new ones. But he didn't care. He didn't even hear that. No he was too concerned for the woman he loved. Oh yes. He knew for sure now that he loved Lita. He just hoped that someday she would return his feelings. He walks along as the medics push her stretcher out to the waiting ambulance out back of the arena. He stops them from taking her and leans close, lightly caressing her cheek with his hand. "He'll pay, Lita. I'll make him pay. You just hold on. I'll be at the hospital soon." He looks over at Jeff who was just waking up again. He reaches over and pats the young man's hand. "I'll get him for you too, Jeff." He lets go of Lita's hand, trailing his finger down her cheek once more before he finally allows the medics to put both Jeff and Lita into the ambulance. He then turns, only then noticing the cameras that had followed him out to the parking area. He snorts and walks past them, the cameras following him.
She holds onto his hand against her cheek for a moment, finally able to focus on his masked face. "Kane." Her voice is soft, she felt really lightheaded. "Hurry." This last word said softly as he leaves them. She didn't want to be taken from him just then, but she was too weak to protest and her head hurt too much. Her leg was throbbing and she wondered again if it was broken. As they shut the doors to the ambulance, she can see Kane rushing off. "I don't have to be taken. Not now." She takes a slow breath, looking at Jeff. "You okay?" The man nods but doesn't say anything, his hand on his jaw moving it like as if he thinks it might be broken. "He is going to get himself killed." She frowns and tries to struggle to get up. But she is pushed back and told if she tries that again, they will strap her down. She sighs, lays her head back and doesn't feel another thing, softly slipping into unconsciousness again. She doesn't wake up again until she feels them wheeling her out of the ambulance and into the hospital. She knows she couldn't have been out too long, but she wonders exactly how long. But more then that, she wonders where Kane was.
Sara had been watching over Kane more then normal since Lita hadn't moved out. She had gotten some information from them that Christmas night, but it was time that was showing her more. Kane always had a smile when she did come over to his house, and Lita seemed to be making him happy. He was always around the woman at the matches and stuff. But Mark.... Mark was another subject. As she sat in the back, watching the match, she sighs and shakes her head. Mark hated Lita and she couldn't understand why. It was some sort of big brother thing was all she could guess, as if he didn't want his brother to get hurt, but she thought he was taking it too far. She was beginning to think that he was trying to hurt his brother by going through the woman that even Sara could see Kane had fallen for, even if he wouldn't admit it. When Mark pulls on the girls hair she stares in shock.
"OH MY GHOD MARK NO!" She stands suddenly and blinks as she sees Mark leave and Kane rushing out. The announcers were asking the viewing audience why Kane was out there, speculating on it. So far, they hadn't had any real clue, only some knew about Matt and Kane and the fights between them over Lita. Now it was clear that something was up between Kane and Lita, his actions had the whole place buzzing. The announcers where both insulting Kane, yelling at him to get his hands off Lita, to speculating on what was going on with Kane.
But Sara knew. And Sara also was furious. As the door opens and Mark walks in with that smirk on his face she explodes. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID TO YOUR LITTLE BROTHER?? YOU WILL NEVER GET HIM AND YOU BACK AS FRIENDS DOING SHIT LIKE THAT TO THE WOMAN HE LOVES??? CAN'T YOU JUST LET HIM BE HAPPY???" She walks over and smacks his face hard, unable to stop herself.
His head snaps to the side from the force of her slap. He turns his head and glares at her. "What?! Why am ~I~ always in the wrong here?! She is the one who kicked ME in the balls! If she had just stayed out of it she wouldn't have gotten hurt!!!" He starts walking around the room, collecting his things. "Sara, she deserved it." He snorts. "And Kane is being a fool for letting himself fall for her. She's just going to get back with Matt when he comes crawling back." He turns and looks at Sara. "And then where is Kane going to be? Left behind! Broken again because the woman he loved left him again for another man! I'm not going to let her hurt him like the slut Tori did!!!! You remember how she was in the hospital for 6 months? ~I~ put her there!!!!!! You know why X-Shit had neck problems after what he did to Kane? Because I almost broke his fucking little neck!!!!!!" He snorts, his anger shining through. "No one hurts my brother like they did!!! No one!!!!"
She watches him storming around and follows him with her eyes, her voice when she speaks is soft, but hard. "Only you are allowed to hurt your brother then I take it?"
Kane storms back into the arena, heading for his brother's locker room. He kicks the door open and walks inside, walking straight up to Mark, ignoring Sara, and punching his older brother as hard as he can in the jaw. "You want someone to fight, Mark? Well how about you fight ME!" The fact he had used Mark's real name proved to people that this wasn't a storyline.
Sara jumps when the door is kicked open, her eyes going to Kane and seeing the anger in his whole stance. "Aw Shit," she whispers. She tries to get between the two but is only pushed aside easily, cringing as she see the hit contact with Mark's jaw. She looks quickly at the door and rushes over, pushing at the cameramen. "NOW is not the time to be taping this."
She hoped that they wouldn't use it as a break clip, her eyes going to the TV to see that they were still in commercial. "OUT!" She is finally able to strong-arm them out, though they protested. She knew that would make it to the audience, but for now she needed to keep this personal fight, personal. She tries to lock the door, but Kane had broken the lock, so she leans against it, knowing better then to get between them again.
"Mark! Kane! Knock this off now! Kane." Her eyes plead with him. "He is your brother, stupid at times, but your brother. Let's not let this," she feels a push on the door and leans more heavily against it, "get in the way of your friendship." She knew deep down they weren't listening, but she keeps going. "Mark, you tell him what you just told me. Let him know you weren't trying to hurt him." She glares at him. "OR Lita. You intentions were good, though your actions were NOT." She presses hard against the door again, hearing Vince now outside the door. She yells at the door. "NOT NOW!" Then she looks at Kane again. "Kane, how is Lita? Shouldn't you be with her?"
Mark snorts and glares at his younger brother, getting right into his face while rubbing his own jaw. "You looking to get a beating, Kane? Cause if you are then I'll be glad to knock some sense into you." He was also ignoring Sara now, still too angry to think straight.
Kane glares at Mark, staring straight at him and just feeling the anger and hate in him for the older man. He doesn't even notice when Vince and Ric muscle their way into the room and past Sara, along with the cameras and a few other wrestlers. Now having the wrestlers there was good considering a few seconds after they entered, Kane actually started to fight with Mark. Vince just pointed and the two men, two of his most prized assets, were pulled apart. It took 6 men to hold Kane back.
They had all seen this side of Kane before, except for Sara and Ric, when Tori had returned after spending Christmas with X-Pac and manipulated Kane into beating up almost every guy on the roster, by telling him they had assaulted her. But Vince could see this was different somehow. Before Kane had done it in the ring, and had refused to attack his own brother. Yes this time was different.
Kane is pulled from the room, his eyes never leaving Mark until after the door is shut. He yanks his arms out of the other wrestlers grasps and walks away angrily. Shoving his fist right through the brick wall, an amazing thing all on it's own, the camera zooms in on just before they went to yet another commercial.
Vince looks at Ric and then back at Mark, telling the guys to let him go and to get out. Once they are gone he closes the door and looks at Mark. "That wasn't scripted. None of this was scripted." He holds up his hand to stop Mark from talking. "But! I like it." He gets that annoying, sadistic grin on his face, ignoring the angry look Ric gives him. He continues. "So, since I know that he won't give up till he's got you beaten up somewhere, and since Ric here wants you punished for what you did to Lita and Jeff, I am putting you in another hardcore match tonight." He did need something to fill up time and this would be perfect. A good start to what would indeed be a VERY interesting storyline. "And it's up after Triple H and RVD's match next." He smirks and turns, seeing the look Sara gives him. "Hello Sara. What?" He smirks and leaves the locker room, Ric following him.
Mark grins and nods to what Vince says. Good now he could whip his brother's ass and teach the boy to respect him. It was all about respect. He looks at Sara after Vince and Ric leave and rolls his eyes. "It was bound to happen, Sara. Don't worry. I won't hurt him." He turns around and only then does her smirk, saying silently in his head, 'much'.
Kane was pacing back and forth in his room, a trainer, the only one who would even go near Kane, trying to follow him around and bandage his hand, the one he had sent through the wall. Kane looks over at the door as it opens, allowing Ric to walk in. He stays by the door and informs Kane of his match against Mark. Kane just grins under his mask and nods. Good. Perfect. And hardcore no doubt. Yes Mark wasn't going to be walking out of the arena tonight.
Sara stands there during it all, getting pushed out of the way, her eyes boreing holes into Vince as he walks by, when he leaves and it is only her and Mark, she finally speaks. "You won't hurt him at all." There is an odd calm about her voice. "You won't fight him tonight. You have caused enough damage as it is. You will NOT fight him tonight. I don't care what Vince says. I don't care if you have to just throw the match. But you will NOT fight him, Mark. YOU are the one that was in the wrong. You think you are protecting your brother's heart when all you did tonight was break it. You hurt the woman he loves." She shakes her head, still not moving or raising her voice. "You hurt him. I have tried for a month now to get you to see that Lita was good for him. I have been there, you haven't. I have seen them together. He loves her, Mark. Would you have him try to come between you and me? Would you have him giving ME the last ride off the stage? Hmmm?"
Mark glares at Sara. "Look! This has nothing to do with you Sara. So no offence but mind your own business. He wants to fight then I'm gonna fight him. And nothing you or anyone else can do or say to stop this." He grabs his gloves and starts to pull them on, shaking his head at her. "I'm going to teach the boy a lesson. He shouldn't be disrespecting me like he does."
Sara can't believe her ears, she can't believe her husband. "Mark, if you do this.... I promised to never leave you, I promised to love you, but I never promised to talk to you."
He then turns and leaves the locker room, heading to get his bike, ignoring the looks people give him.
She can only sigh when he leaves. If this is what he wanted. She turns, ignoring the cameraman that comes in and tries to get a shot of her watching the match, the emotions on her face flashing on the screen from time to time.
Mark gets to his bike and sits down on it, still pretty pissed off about everything. A stage hand runs up and tells him it's time for the match so he starts the engine on his bike and drives it back out to the ring. He parks it in the same spot, gets off and climbs into the ring, the commentators informing the crowd and the people watching at home of why the Undertaker was back out there. He waits, pacing the ring, watching the stage area. He doesn't even flinch when the flames shoot up from the stage and Kane's music starts. He stops pacing and squats down into a ready position his eyes on the stage, waiting for Kane.
But instead of coming out through the stage entrance, Kane instead goes through the crowd, climbing easily over the barrier and then climbing carefully up the turnbuckle. He sits on the top and whistles at his brother. When Mark straightens and spins around he leaps off the turnbuckle, spearing Mark onto the mat, instead of just giving him a flying clothesline like usual. He then starts to punch him, the only thing stopping him is his need to see his brother bleed. He climbs off him and goes in search of a weapon.
The match had been a brutal one, both men could hardly stand, but it was Kane who was worse off. Mark had tried pulling his mask off him again which had in turn distracted Kane and given Mark the edge he needed. After that it had pretty much been a one sided fight, with Kane on the losing end. Once Mark had Kane pretty much out he pins him for the win, it was a match after all, and then gets up to leave. Kane, comes around enough to notice what had happened. He sits up slowly and painfully and looks over at his brother's retreating back. He coughs and then calls out to him.
"We're not finished, Mark!" He watches as Mark turns around and walks back over to him. The fight begins again but unfortunately for Kane, he himself could hardly stand. The little fight ends with them outside the ring. Kane was on his hands and knees, coughing and shaking, blood dripping out from under his mask. He doesn't notice what Mark is doing until his head is yanked back, causing him to just be kneeling there. He feels the cold metal of the chair shoved against his throat hard and out of instinct he grabs the chair. Wrong thing to do as just when he grabs the chair, Mark pushes him down hard, the chair hitting the floor first and being jammed back into his neck. He feels an intense pain as he falls to the ground. He holds his throat, only then noticing how hard it was to breathe, all he could do was gasp. His eyes are filled with genuine fear as he continues to gasp and wheeze, watching as Mark leans close.
Mark as full of anger now, which was why he had done what he had done. He needed to teach Kane a lesson. And this was the only way to get through to his younger brother. He leans into him, grinning and speaking loud enough for the camera man near by to hear. "Now you need to ask yourself something, Brother. Was the bitch worth it?" He then straightens and walks away, not even looking back at Kane.
As soon as the match ends, if you wanted to call it a true match, it had been more of a blood bathe as far as she was concerned, Sara gets up and walks past the cameraman. She walks past Mark, not even looking at him, her cell phone to her ear, ordering a cab to come get her.
Lita looks around, Kane wasn't there, he had said he would be. Then she sits up suddenly, the doctors looking at her. She was okay, though her leg throbbed.
"You have got to lay back down," the doctor says as he pushes her back down. "You are pretty bruise, and will have a nasty one in particular on your thigh, but nothing is broken. However, you are here for the night."
Lita shakes her head. "Where is Jeff?"
"He is fine, looks worse then you do though." The doctor growls. "One reason I hate wrestling, you guys come in here and expect to be perfect in two minutes. You won't be. Neither of you will. So you are going to have to deal with it, Missy."
She swings her legs over the side of the bed and holds onto her head, groaning. "Where is Kane?"
"I don't know about any Kane, but there is a wrestler outside waiting for you," the doctor answers.
She glares at the man. "Let him in!" She was thinking it was Kane, and she watches as the doctor lets the large man in. But it wasn't Kane and her face falls. It was Paul, the Big Show.
Paul looks at Lita and shakes his head. "Vince sent me to make sure you and Jeff were okay." He looks her up and down. "You look okay to me."
"Where is Kane?"
Paul laughs, he had seen this one coming for a long time, but everyone thought he was some dumb wrestler, so never asked his opinion on it. "Last I heard, he and Taker were going to have a hard core match. Kane won't be here for awhile."
The Doctor motions at her. "There, so lay down. I will get the admittance papers."
She hops off the bed, wobbling a little, but Paul grabs her arm. "No, I am going. He is going to get them both killed."
He shakes his head. "You would be pretty stupid to go there now."
She glares at him. "Well then call me stupid, but you two can't keep me here." She snarls.
He laughs. "Listen, I could keep you here, I am bigger and stronger then you, but who am I to argue with a woman in love." He smirks at the look Lita shoots him.
She had never put her feelings into words, not even in her own head and wasn't about ready to let him do it for her. "I am NOT in love! Kane is my friend! Now get me back there or else!"
He shrugs and smiles. "As you wish." Looking at the doctor he opens the door for her. When she wobbles, he shakes his head and picks her up, carrying her from the room and out of the hospital, not putting her down till they reach his car, people chasing him telling him there was paperwork to be done. "Get Vince to do it." He snarls and gets in, heading back towards the arena.
Lita arrives to cameras being pushed into her face. The Big Show stays in the car and no one questions him, but she is told that Kane was bleeding now, and her feet fly across the floor. The adrenaline coursing through her at the thought of Kane injured, takes all the pain away it was causing her to run. She passes Sara in the hall, rushing out just as Taker gets on his bike, riding past her and almost over her. She can see him now and her hand goes to her mouth. Oh ghod! Not Kane! She runs over, pushing past the crowd, getting to Kane just before the medics. "Oh Kane! You shouldn't have! You really shouldn't have!!" She wants to take off his mask, make sure the bleeding was stopping, but she doesn't, she knows better. She cradles his head in her lap as the medics try to get him help.
Kane looks up at her, the fear still showing in his eyes. He was starting to get light headed from lack of oxygen. He was still holding his neck, his hand hiding the nasty red mark where the chair had been jammed back into his throat. He had tears coming out of his eyes, not from the pain, although that was almost unbareable, but from the fear. His eyes leave her face for a moment as he sees his father come from backstage, he never did that, and walk over to where the medics are. He looked like he was worried about Kane's health. Kane looks back up at Lita, then at a medic who asks him if he can feel his legs. He nods, the pain shooting through the front of his neck. With their help he stands up, his hand still on his neck. A couple of medics start helping him walk towards the ramp. And he was still gasping for breath, only getting little bits at a time, making him feel weaker with each step.
The commentators had watched the whole thing and were now commenting on how this time it had been Lita to run out. They were pretty sure now of which rumor it was that was true. The crowd and everyone claps for Kane as he walks up the ramp, actually being helped by his father now. Paul had changed. That was for sure. In his physical appearance and his mental attitude. He actually seemed genuinely worried about his son's condition.
They get him back to the ambulance and he is helped up into it and made to lay back on a stretcher. The medics put a neck brace around his neck and then strap him down. What surprised most is that Kane never struggled. Usually being strapped down would remind him of when he was in the psychiatric hospital. But at this moment, he was drifting in and out of consciousness and didn't even notice. He wasn't noticing much of anything. The lack of oxygen getting to his brain was starting to effect him. It was slow though, as he could get some air, just not as much as he needed.
It wasn't just Kane in the back, they hadn't been able to get her to let go of his hand, and she kept yelling at them about the mark on his throat once he was strapped down. As much as they tried to calm her down, she got more upset. "Kane." She frowns, now that the cameras where out of the way, she takes off his mask, cringing at the site of the blood all over his face, but that doesn't stop her from leaning down and kissing him softly. "Oh Kane. Stay with me. Please, Love, stay with me."
Sara makes it outside to the curb where there was a taxi waiting. She hops in, the cameras having followed her out, speculating on if she was leaving the Undertaker. She wasn't, she just wasn't going home with him.
Soon the taxi is headed to their house, but she stops it as the ambulance passes them. "Take me to the hospital." She would go check on Kane, she was sure that was who was in the back.
Mark walks out of the bathroom, all dressed and cleaned up, although he still had a black eye and a bruised up jaw. He was still angry, but now he was angry at himself for letting his temper get the best of him. He is about to leave, having collected up all his stuff when the door to his locker room is slammed open and Paul Bearer or all people comes walking in, looking angry. Mark sighs deeply and rolls his eyes. "What do you want?"
"THAT was uncalled for! He's your brother! You could have killed him, Mark!! You are getting way out of control with this respect shit! And I swear, if you hurt him again I'm going to.....to......" Paul says.
Mark snorts. "You'll do what, Paul? Come after me? Beat me up?" He laughs. "I don't think so." Then glares at the man. "And your one to talk. When was the last time you ever even talked to Kane outside of work? Hmmmmmm?" He sees the look on Paul's face and nods. "Yeah. See, even you, his own father, doesn't talk to him. Look, Paul. Maybe YOU should think about your relationship with my brother and leave me to deal with mine!" He pushes past the other man and walks out of his locker room, heading out to where he parked his bike, leaving Paul behind to think about Mark's words.
He climbs onto his bike and starts it up, driving it out of the arena and towards a bar. He needed a drink badly, his guilt about hurting his little brother was starting to get to him.
Kane was still drifting in and out of consciousness, his eyes flickering open and shut. He could hear voices around him, see blurry things moving around him, but that was it. The voices sounded distant and muffled but he could make out some words. The one that does register in his mind is the word love. But he wasn't sure who said it to him. Just before they reach the hospital he blacks out, his breathing stopping. An oxygen mask is put over his mouth and nose as the medics start to try and get oxygen to him. The ambulance stops and the back doors are open. The medics climb out and then bring him out as well, pushing the stretcher quickly into the hospital and towards the emergency room. A nurse comes up and tries to get Lita away, informing her that she'll need to wait in the waiting room. Then recognizing her, the nurses little brother watched wrestling so she had caught a few shows, she informs Lita that her friend was asking for her, meaning Jeff.
Lita frowns, not really wanting to leave him, she bends down and kisses his cheek, whispering in his ear, even if he can't hear her. "I won't be gone long. I promise. Hold in there. Let them fix you up." She then very very reluctantly lets go of his hand and follows the nurse, heading into Jeff's room she goes over to his bed. "Hey there...."
It doesn't take Sara long before she makes it to the hospital and gets out, paying the driver and going in. She grabs the first nurse and starts grilling her about Kane, finally after 4 nurses and 2 doctors, she is told he was being taken care of and that right now no one could see him. She was also told where Jeff was so she heads to check on him.
Jeff was sitting up in bed, propped up on pillows. He was in a little pain but the pain-meds he was getting were helping most of it. He smiles when he sees Lita come in. "I hear you got out of here. You did land on the same stuff I did didn't you? Cause man it hurt! I did hear you went back to see Kane. What's up with you and him anyway? And why'd you go back?"
Lita walks over to Jeff and shakes her head. "I didn't walk back there. Big Show carried me back. Though I did run out on stage." She takes a seat on his bedside, the excitement of the event lessening, so her body was finally feeling the pain again and she winces from it. "Oh I hurt. Just didn't realize how much till you mentioned it." She smacks him playfully. "Only thing that got me out of here was the Big Show. The doctor wasn't going to let me go. But how can you say no to him?" She takes a deep breath and looks at him. "Okay, so what do you want to know? I mean, yeah, I went back to see Kane. He should never have gone back there the way he did. In fact, he is here now." A sadness enters her eyes. "I was going to stop him."
She doesn't look at Jeff now, but at his chest, chewing her bottom lip. "I went back to stop him. I thought, maybe, if I could get there... I could stop it. Maybe he would stop it for me." Her voice lowers. "What is with me and Kane.... Now that is a loaded question." She keeps chewing on her bottom lip. "Well, after Matt's little Christmas present, I moved in with Kane. I have been living with him now, as you well know, for about 5 weeks." She shrugs slightly. "We aren't like having sex, if that is what you are asking." She doesn't mention that even though they weren't having sex, she never slept alone. That one time at the begining where she had tried had been the last. Now she slept most nights without nightmares, but always in Kane's arms. A softness enters her face, one that isn't normally there, one she didn't know had shown on camera when she had found Kane. "I care about him, and he takes care of me."
Sara had slipped in half way through the speech, staying quiet, she had thought about leaving, but she had wanted to hear the response. Now she speaks up. "You love him."
Lita's head snaps up and she looks at the door. "Sara! How long have you been there?"
Sara smiles, moving further into the room. "Long enough." She walks over and looks from Lita to Jeff. "You both look ...... bad." She sighs. "Sorry, guys, I had nothing to do with what Taker did." She was pissed off at him, so she wasn't using his given name, but his ring name.
"I don't look as bad as he does," Lita says, motioning to Jeff.
Sara has to laugh at that one. "Oh yes you do. Look in a mirror sometime, Lita. Then you will see why Kane blew up. He loves you and his brother hurt you."
Lita stares at Sara, not sure what to say, then starts to shake her head. "No, he doesn't. We are just friends, he takes care of me. That is all."
Jeff smiles as he listens and watches Lita. It's true he had feelings for her, but he would be glad if she found someone to make her happy. He had always hated the way Matt had treated Lita. And although he was Matt's brother, he still could understand how Kane had felt. And he knew Kane, the two of them had travelled together before and he had found that given a chance, Kane could be a great friend. And to be honest he couldn't really think of a better man for Lita. He is brought out of his thoughts by Sara speaking up. He hadn't noticed her there either.
"Hey Sara. You don't mind if I have to challenge your husband to a Ladders match right?" He looks at Lita and smiles. "She's right you know. He does love you. Kane that is. I saw him before when he was with Tori. And sadly for him he did love her." He shakes his head, sighing. Then he looks at Lita. "But with you it's different. He seems comfortable around you. He didn't with Tori. Probably because, and this is just what I heard, when he took his mask off for her, well she didn't take it too well. Anyways I'm rambling on here." He points at Lita and smiles. "It's the drugs! You love him don't you?" He looks at her, all serious now.
Sara shakes her head. "I have no objection. Taker is on his own on this one. I told him not to do it, and he did it. He thought," here she turns to Lita almost sadly, "that you were going to be like Tori. That you were out to use Kane and hurt him and in his own way, he was trying to protect his little brother." She puts up a hand as Lita starts to talk. "I am not excusing it. Don't get me wrong, but I am just letting you know why it is that he did what he did."
Lita ignores Jeff's question for a moment, looking at Sara. "But I wouldn't hurt Kane. He is just helping me out. Because of Matt. He was there, he saw what Matt did."
Sara nods. "That may be how it started, but trust me, I have seen him around you. I come over and he is running around without his mask," she motions to Jeff, "he is right, I heard what happened with Tori. And he never really ran around without his mask while she was around."
Lita shakes her head again, then gets dizzy and stops. "No, you guys don't understand." She looks at Jeff. "Kane's burns aren't that bad. Yeah, he is burned, but not 'The Man Without a Face' type burned. He isn't a monster. Why would it bother me?"
"It bothers a lot of women," Sara says. "You are the exception, not the rule. You have to remember, women," she rolls her eyes, "do go for looks." Slow smile. "Hey, look at Taker."
Lita rolls her eyes at that statement. "I wouldn't want to look at him after Jeff and Kane go after him again." She hears Jeff clear his throat, reminding her that she hadn't answered his last statement. She knew that look and she blushes. "I don't love, Kane. I care about Kane. That is all." But it is totally obvious to the other two in the room that she was lying, she did love him.
Sara smirks and looks at Jeff, nodding. "Sure. If you insist. Then tell me, honestly, what went through your head when you saw him bleeding, kneeling there tonight?"
Lita frowns suddenly and mumbles. "That he was going to die and I had lost him."
Jeff grins and watches his best friend, knowing she was lying. "You are the worst liar, Lita. You do love him." He smiles and takes her hand, giving it a squeeze since that was pretty much all he could do. "When you going to tell him? Cause I'm telling you, he loves you too. Even Sara can see it." He grins.
Lita looks indigenously at Jeff, finally having to admit that maybe she did love Kane,... a little at least. "Well -if- I do love him, I certainly am not going to tell you or Sara first. I would tell him first, as that is what he deserves. -IF- I loved him." She crosses her arms over her chest.
Sara laughs. "Okay okay, then why don't you go tell him." She walks over and puts a hand on Lita's shoulder. "They are probably done with him right now." Her voice the same motherly voice she used with Kane, not sure why she did mother Kane, probably because she saw past his tough act, like Mark, they weren't bad men, just built really big and mean looking.
Lita looks at Sara, then at Jeff and shrugs. "Well, maybe I will go see if he is okay. I mean, they wouldn't let me in before." She gets up and heads to the door, limping rather badly, her body having gotten too stiff just sitting there. She leaves the room with one last look at Jef. "I will be back." Then she slips from the room.
Sara waits until LIta is gone and smiles at Jeff. "Oh yeah, they love each other. Now if only they will both admit it to the other." She shakes her head, then changes the subject. "How are you feeling, Jeff?"
The doctors work to get some oxygen into Kane's lungs, once they had done that and gotten him stabilized they take him for x-rays, wanting to see the damage done to his neck. Once the x-rays have been taken they take him back to the ER and proceed to make a hole blow the red mark on his neck and insert a tube into it. This would allow him to breathe, with the help of a respirator, till they knew the damage of his neck. They bandage his neck up, making sure the tube is firmly in place before they go to work on his other injuries.
Finally they finish getting him cleaned up and closing some of his wounds. He needed 10 staples to close the big wound over his left eye. Then he needed 12 more staples in the back of his head to close the wound there. He needed stitches to close a wound in his already still healing left elbow. The rest of the wounds could just be bandaged up. Finally he was moved to a room of his own, still unconscious.
Kane lay quietly in his hospital bed, still unconscious. The machines around him beeping quietly, one monitoring his heart, one pumping oxygen into him, another giving him the medication he needed to fight off infection.
Paul Bearer slowly opens the door to his son's room, looking inside for anyone who might be there. When he sees no one but Kane he breathes a sigh of relief and walks into the room. He stops by the side of Kane's bed and looks down at him, frowning and shaking his head. Such a senseless act of violence. He sits down in the chair beside the bed and just watches Kane, not really sure what to do but knowing he wanted to at least be there for his son, even if the boy did hate him.
Lita hears both Jeff and Sara talking in her head as she makes her way to the front desk. Finding they had indeed moved Kane to a private room, she heads towards it. Thinking... Did she love Kane… Yeah, she did. She just didn't want to admit it to herself. She had been so hurt over Matt, she was scared to love again. Scared of what Kane had told her that one day, that he didn't want to be some sort of transition man. She didn't think of him that way.... Did she?.... Of course not.
But did he love her, like they said? She wasn't sure, she knew he cared enough that he had been happy the whole time she was with him. He had stopped moping the minute she agreed to live there, that had made it a lot easier. Maybe he just liked having someone in the house that did run from him without his mask. The thought of Tori making fun of his burns pissed her off and she frowns, starting to storm down the hall now. One day, she would get Tori. She smirks at that thought. Yeah, she would get Tori. Then her eyes soften. But for now, now she wanted to see Kane and make sure that he was okay.
She pushes the door open to Kane's room, the only light on in the room was the one over his bed, causing the rest of the room to be bathed in grays and blacks, soft on her eyes. But the first thing she sees, when she walks in, is not Paul sitting by his bed, but Kane lying there and her heart breaks. He looked so fragile so broken, she rushes in and over to the side of his bed.
"Oh Kane. " She reaches out and ever so softly caresses his cheek. "Kane, you shouldn't have." She doesn't feel the tears fall from her eyes as she leans down and kisses each of the bandages on his face, stopping at his ear and whispering. "Kane, wake up, please. I have something really important I need to tell you. But I want to know you can hear me." She straightens up and just looks at Kane's face lovingly.
Paul notices Lita walk in and raises a brow as she walks right over to Kane's side. He had been hearing things around work about the two of them. But he still was skeptical about it all. He clears his throat and speaks. "Maybe I should leave you two alone." He stands up, feeling uncomfortable now with the two of them.
Kane wakes up to catch that last part. He opens his mouth to speak but since there is no air getting by his voice box he is once again left without a voice. That one thing brings tears to his eyes. He had just gotten most of his voice back, even if it did hurt to talk at times. He reaches out and grabs his father's wrist, wanting him to stay, even if he still had a few things to settle with him. He then turns his head and looks over at Lita, gesturing to his mouth and shaking his head no, meaning he couldn't talk. But he could still listen. He then gestures to Paul, pretty much trying to introduce them, not sure if they had met yet or not, seeing as Paul was never really around and had been that way before Lita started with the WWF.
Paul, knowing how his son was without a voice he can pretty much communicate with him perfectly. "Kane, you two need to be alone I'm sure. I can always come back tomorrow." He sees the gesture and looks over at Lita. "He's not sure if we know each other or not." He then looks back at Kane. "Besides, I need to go find your brother and teach him to play nice with others." He snorts. "I never allowed him to get this way when I was his manager." He shakes his head. "Putting people on the Lord of Darkness logo is one thing, throwing people off stages and breaking his own brother's windpipe isn't." He feels Kane's grip on his arm tighten and sees the look in his eyes. "Okay okay. I won't go find him. But the next time I see him. Ow ow! Okay okay." He feels the grip lesson and smiles. "Thank you. But I am going to leave you two alone. I'm sure Sara is here. I'll go find here. Plus I need to check in on the young man, Jeff right, yeah Jeff. Need to go check on him for Ric."
Lita looks from Paul to Kane and then to Paul. She really wanted to tell this to Kane alone, so she looks at Kane again. "No, we haven't met. I know of him." She smiles at Paul and holds out a hand. "Nice to meet you." She feels the firm shake, then takes her hand back. "Sara is with Jeff, so you can find them both in room 302." Her eyes slide to Kane. "I know you can't talk, and you don't have to, but I did want to tell you something... kinda personal." She sees the look in his eyes and puts up a hand, smiling. "Nothing bad, I promise." She turns and blushes slightly as she looks at Paul. "I mean, if you don't mind. It won't take long, I promise."
Paul smiles and nods to the too, detaching Kane's hand from his wrist. "All right. I'll go check on Jeff and talk to Sara. Take your time, I'll be a little bit." He nods to Lita. "Nice to meet you too." He then turns and walks out of the room in a hurry. Once outside he lets out a breath and smiles to himself, shaking his head. He starts looking for the room number that Lita gave him. He finds it and knocks on the door.
Kane watches his father leave before he finally looks back at Lita, wondering what was so important that she wanted to tell him alone. He hoped to hell it wasn't something about her leaving him. And the fear of that prospect shows in his eyes as he looks up at her,
She sees the fear and shakes her head. "I told you, it isn't bad. Well..." She clears her throat. "I don't THINK it is bad. I mean, I know that maybe YOU will think it is bad," She starts kind of looking around, not really at him, playing with the sheet on his chest. "And seeing that someone was telling me I should say something, but then see, that is cause they were saying I did and I was saying that even if I did, I wasn't going to tell them first, cause it wasn't their right to hear it first…." She looks at Kane as he grabs her wrist to get her attention. "Okay, here goes nothing." She takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, but nothing will come out, she just keeps staring at him, then her whole face softens and the fear and confusion that had been there is gone. "I love you."
He looks up at her, reaching up with one hand to wipe at his eyes. He wasn't quite sure what she was going to say but when she spoke those three words, he couldn't help but get all teary. He had hoped she would say them to him someday. He suddenly gets angry that he couldn't tell them to her. But then he gets an idea and does what he had been taught as a child. He hardly ever signed unless something important needed to be said. And this was important to him. He wanted her to know how he felt about her. How he had always felt about her. He moves his hands and signs out to her "I love you" and then gives her a shy little smile. He did love her. But it was nothing like how he had felt for Tori. Tori had...well it was love but then it wasn't. He had cared for her, wanted her to be with him forever, but after she had betrayed him, he realized that all that had been between them was a passing infatuation. He didn't really love her. Not like he loved Lita. The love he felt for Lita was a pure one, a deep love he still couldn't quite explain.
She didn't know sign language, however that particular sign was seen in a lot of movies and stuff, so she knew that one and she smiles. The fears about how she thought he might act towards her statement rushing out. She leans in and kisses him softly, reaching to brush away the tears, her eyes searching his. "I thought maybe you would be mad or something. I mean, it is awfully pushy of me to say something like that. You have been so nice to me." She blushes. "Do you really love me?"
He smiles at Lita and just nods since that is pretty much all he can do. It still hurts though, to move his neck. The red mark was turning slowly into a nasty looking bruise. He then tilts his head to the side, giving her a look that asks why she would think he would be mad about her telling him she loved him.
She looks at him and blushes. "Well, because, it isn't like you ASKED for me to fall for you. And you aren't really an easy person to get close to." She frowns slightly. "Well so I hear. I mean, you seem okay with me. Anyway, still." She shrugs. "You might have been mad at me, you only let me come into your house, I mean, was like..." She knows she is rambling again and blushes and looks away, then whispers. "And I didn't know it myself."
He smiles and reaches up, lightly caressing her cheek before grabbing hold of her chin gently, making her look at him. His face and eyes showed he wasn't mad. He just wished he could actually tell her he wasn't mad. He wanted to sit up but his body was now stiff from the beating he had taken. He gestures to the controls to his bed and then gestures that he wanted to sit up. He also wanted to hold her and sitting up would be a better position for that.
His touch is like fire, yet soft and she turns her head as he lifts it, looking into his eyes... she smiles... "Okay... Okay..." She then hands him the controls so that he can change the position on the bed. Then looking around, she finds a notepad and a pen in one of the night stand drawers and hands it to him. "Here, I know you can't talk, so might make it a little easier and all." She chews on her bottom lip. "Not like I expect you to write a book or something."
He moves the bed up so that he was now sitting up. He winces and moves around a bit to get his muscles working. Then when she hands him the pen and paper he grabs her wrist and tugs her down onto his lap, smiling. He then wraps his arms around her and holds her as close as he can. He finally lets her go, but only so she can move around, his arms were still on either side of her. He picks up the paper and pen and starts to write on it 'I wanted to tell you but I think I loved you ever since you tried doing your finisher on me.' He looks at her and smiles, shrugging and then writing some more. 'That's really why I asked you to come stay with me. Well that and I didn't want you to leave you there alone with Matt on the loose. I'm sorry for what my brother did to you.' He frowns and shakes his head at that, then he writes some more. 'And I am NOT hard to get close to. No one ever takes the time to try is all.'
When she is pulled into his arms she yelps, smiling. "Hey! Watch it! You are going to hurt yourself again." But then when he lets her go, she leans in slightly to read what he was writing, nodding a few times. "You did that because of that?" She blushes. "Well I didn't know. I mean" Her blush deepens. "not till .... I don't know. I think that I knew when I came out onto the stage tonight and saw you there bleeding and I thought that I may have lost you," she looks down so her hair covers her face. "I mean, it scared me." She finally admits it and takes a deep breath. Then leaning in, she smiles at the next thing he writes. "Well you don't really let people get close, Kane." Her head lifts and she smiles at him. "You are an opposing man, and most wouldn't want to get their head bitten off." She shrugs slightly. "You were just really nice to me." Blushes again. "When you didn't have to be. That is probably why I could only find comfort in your arms at night. It was the only reason that I didn't have nightmares I think."
He nods and listens to her, writing some more. 'Once again we get into the looks thing. Too many people in this world go for looks.' He smiles at her and then shrugs again, tilting his head to the side and watching her for a moment before writing again. 'So....guess now we don't have to hide?'
She looks at what he is writing and shakes her head. "Kane, did it really matter to me?" She looks at him honestly. "I didn't cringe from you when I saw your face just to impress you." There was an honesty in her eyes and voice. "I didn't because I see nothing wrong." She shrugs. "Look at Matt." She puts a hand to his mouth. "I mean, the man is NOT that good looking. You should know that I don't value looks above other things." She leans in and kisses him softly. "Kane," pulling back only to look into his eyes. "You are a big, strong, mean looking man. You have to know that you have to be more... personable to get along with others...." She smiles. "But with me, you don't have to worry." She shakes her head slightly. "No, we don't have to hide, not anymore. Not ever."
He looks confused and writes down. 'Why didn't it matter to you? It matters to everyone else.' He looks sad for a moment before writing some more. 'How's Jeff? I was fighting Mark for him too. He's a friend. Well....I mean he's nice to me. Most of the other guys tend to avoid me.'
"It didn't matter to me because it isn't like you say. They aren't bad, you aren't so bad off. You make it seem bad, and everyone just goes along." She leans in. "Jeff is sleeping probably. He was pretty doped up when I saw him." She didn't mention that she should be lying down, her body already sore and bruised, but she wasn't going to leave him. "He is the one that said I loved you, said you loved me. Sara did too.. but." She blushes again. "I didn't think that they were right."
He looks at her and tilts his head to the side again, then writes down. 'You really think I don't look bad?' He smiles and when she leans in her sets the pen and paper down and wraps his arms around her, holding her, just wanting to hold her and be with her. He was starting to get tired though so he picks up the pen and paper again and writes on it. 'If I have to sleep here will you sleep here with me? I hate being alone in hospitals. And I don't want to let you go.'
She loves being in his arms and then after he writes the last message, she takes it away from him, putting it on the stand. "Actually, you should get some sleep, I don't think that I should be here with you." She smiles. "I can stay in the room if you want. But I don't think you would be too comfortable with me in the bed with you." She smiles softly, but she doesn't pull totally out of his arms.
He frowns and nods, grabbing the pen and paper and writing on it quickly. 'But you'll stay in here with me? There's another bed not being used in here. I think. There usually is. And if not I'm sure they can find out one. Please? I really hate being left alone in a hospital. Those three days before when I had to get my elbow drained were hell!' He looks at her with pleading eyes. It'd be bad enough that he wouldn't be able to hold her, but not to have her nearby would be torture.
She sighs, puts the paper and pen down and nods. "I will stay in the room." Then she moves around so that she is curled up against his side. "And for now, I will lay here with you till you fall asleep." She grins. "But you better hold on, my ass is falling off the bed." She looks into his face and kisses his cheek, then lays her head on his shoulder. "But you need to sleep. When you wake, you will find me in the chair, but in the room." She smiles.
He smiles and puts his arm around her so that she was lying back against it. This also caused her to be pushed right up against his side. He uses the control box to put the bed back down into a more comfortable position and then looks over at her. He then frowns as he opens his mouth to say something and nothing comes out, not even a sigh. He looks away as tears fill his eyes, not wanting her to see him cry. He hated being vulnerable in front of others, even if it was Lita.
She feels him take a breath, her head on his chest, and she looks up at him, noticing him turn slightly, tears ever so slightly visible from the dim light. "Kane, if you need to talk to me, then just write it down. It will get better." She leans slightly and kisses his cheek, then lays her head back on his chest. "I know that you can't write with one arm around me. But Love, you need to get some sleep. I said what I felt you needed to hear first, and you basically said what you love me. So for tonight, we can just hold each other and be happy we are here together. Tomorrow you never know what will happen."
He frowns and looks back at her, shaking his head. He knew about neck problems. It wasn't going to get any better by tomorrow. It would probably get worse. He lets a few tears fall and then closes his eyes, the respirator making his breathing even.
She can tell he is still upset, so she just lay there, one arm holding around his chest, her head resting on his chest under his chin, looking down at the bruise growing on her arm. He would be pissed at that. Nothing she could do. She rubs her thumb against his side where her hand lightly rested and started to talk softly. "I know you can't answer, but I figure, maybe this would be the best time to talk, actually. When you can't answer. And maybe if I talk," she keeps her voice soft, tender, "then maybe I will finally admit things to myself. Like the fact that when I couldn't sleep that one night at your house, I was afraid of what Matt would do. I was afraid what I would see when I closed my eyes. But when I laid down with you that night, I felt a peace. And except for that one night, every night since them has been peaceful. I don't know why, I suppose it was because back then I cared about you and knew you cared enough to let me stay there. You seemed so happy for me to stay. I couldn't understand why though. Really I couldn't." She keeps lightly rubbing his side, listening to his respirator breathing for him and speaking softly. "But tonight, tonight I knew I loved you. In a way. I did, but still wouldn't admit it. Not till both Jeff and Sara ganged up on me. But I still knew. They were trying to make me tell them I loved you. But I wouldn't, because I figured, that if I did, then you had a right to hear it first not them..."
He listens to her voice, wishing he could tell her how he felt about her, how deeply he felt about her, but since he couldn't he just lays there and listens to her. The movement of her thumb rubbing against his side and the sound of her voice, he loved listening to her talk, was soothing him, causing him to have a hard time keeping his eyes open. Finally he can't help it any longer and he closes his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
She can hear his heart beat slow and she knows he is asleep. It isn't long before she follows him into dreams, still not leaving his arms.
"Well Lita might admit it, but will Kane?" Jeff shrugs, wincing from the pain in his bruised shoulder. "I'd be lying if I said I can't complain. I mean it, Sara, I'm gonna have to hurt your husband."
"Actually, Jeff, you should see what Kane and Taker did to each other. I wouldn't count on it, and I am not saying that to be mean. If you want to get the better of him," here she stops, she shouldn't tell how to get back at Mark, but then shrugs, it should be common knowledge anyway. "You have to surprise him. Kane went out there on purpose, and Taker was pissed. So, in the end, they both got hurt, and no one really won. Even if Taker won the match."
He nods. "Okay. Seems simple enough. Will just have to use my brains with him. And quickness. And try to keep him off his feet. Should work." He nods, already formulating a plan in his head.
She groans. "Oh don't start telling anyone I said anything." The laughs and turns, walking over to the door and opening it at the knock. "Paul." She hugs the big man. They had gotten along great since the time that they had met. She thought that he was a lot like Kane, more then he would admit. Both had their evil times, but deep down, there was a heart in there. One that showed, only rarely. She kisses his cheek. "Have you seen Kane? How is he?" her voice full of worry.
"Hello, Sara." He smiles and gives her a hug too, then looks back at Jeff. "Hey, Jeff. Ric wants to know how you're feeling. As for Kane, well....they took x-rays but are waiting to get them back. Right now he can't talk." He looks at Sara. "So you better warn Mark he's going to have a hard time making up for this one. You know how Kane hated when he couldn't talk before." He smiles softly, like a proud father. "He was so happy when he was able to speak without much pain. You saw him Sara." Then he grins. "The boy could talk up a storm." He frowns and sighs. "Now he can't even breathe right." He shakes his head, then notices the looks. "Oh but don't worry. Hopefully all that happened is he got his windpipe hurt. He can still eat I'm sure."
She sighs. "This is NOT going to be good. Not at all. When Taker finds out, and comes to his senses, he is going to be beating himself up over this. He was actually happy when Kane could finally talk. If he took that from his little brother." She lowers her head, shaking it, then takes a deep breath. "I better go find him. He might be home by now."
Paul looks at Sara. "Do you want me to come with you? I mean just in case." He glances over at Jeff who, at this time had slipped off to sleep. He looked like he needed it. He then looks back to Sara and waits for her answer.
"I don't think it would be a good idea. I know he won't hurt me, but if I bring you along, it just might make it worse." She hugs him affectionately. "You stay here with Kane. Though if Lita found him, it might be hard to get the two apart." She smiles. "I will go find Taker." Still pissed at him, she refused to call him Mark.
He nods, understanding what Sara meant. She was a bright woman and knew her husband well. He then looks over at Jeff who is still asleep and smiles, pressing the button on his bed and put it in a more comfortable position for him to sleep him. He didn't look very comfortable sitting up and sleeping. He then quietly leaves the room, and walks down to the phones to make a call.
Mark was currently sitting in a bar, a bottle of JD in front of him that he kept using to refill his glass. He wasn't quite drunk yet but he was getting there, the guilt of having actually hurt his brother like he had was really getting to him, although he wasn't about to admit that to anyone or even himself.
It wasn't long before he was toasted nicely. The bartender was pretty much keeping his distance except to do what was asked of him. The bar was pretty much empty too, which was a good thing. Mark sighs and looks at the glass he was holding, watching the liquid in it move around, his mind still on the events of tonight.
Sara had gone home, and gone through the house. No one was there. No one HAD been there. So she knew where to go next. His favorite bar no doubt. Since he hadn't been at the hospital or at home, she knew... Getting out of the car she looks at the bar. It was hidden well enough that he could go there and not be bothered.... She walks in and sees him right off the bat. Sighing, she walks over and takes a seat.
"So, thinking booze will solve this little mess you got yourself into," she glances at him and her heart goes out to him, "Mark? "
He doesn't look at her, just continues to sit there and stare at his glass of JD. He downs it and then refills the glass. He then looks at her and holds out the glass to her. "Drink?" When she shakes her head he just nods and turns back to the bar again, once again staring at the liquid in his glass. "What?" responding to when she called him Mark.
"What? Well, that booze isn't going to help you or your brother." She takes her beer. "I think that what you need is to go to your brother and say you are sorry." She knew how well that was going to go over, so rushed on. "There isn't another way you are going to be able to do it. You have to admit you were wrong. It is the only thing that will help now."
"It helps for a little while." He downs some more and then refills his glass, now starting to feel the alcohol. "So why'd you come here, Sara?" He ignores what she says about Kane. "Obviously it couldn't have been to just have a drink with your husband."
"You aren't very good at listening to me, are you, Mark?" She glances at him. "I mean, I told you not to fight Kane, I told you why he was upset, I told you a lot about Kane and Lita and you didn't listen. Now as I sit here, you are still not listening. When will you?" She takes a drink.
He still ignores her questions. The alcohol was really starting to affect him now so he turns and grins at Sara, leering at her. "How about we go home now, Baby? I might even let YOU drive my bike!"
"Oh yeah, I will be driving your bike tonight and we will be leaving the car here. You are NOT driving." She holds out her hand. "The keys, Mark. Now." And she meant it. He was in no condition to go see his brother, and he was in no condition to drive. She would make sure that things got taken care of, tomorrow.
He grins at Sara, shaking his head and standing up, swaying slightly as he holds his hands up. "Nope. You get the keys yourself, Baby." His words were slightly slurred now, finally he was fully drunk.
She rolls her eyes and reaches into his pocket and pulls out the keys. "You are NOT driving, Mark. You are drunk off your ass. And I would rather take the car, but I know we can't leave your bike here." She frowns. "You should have waited till you got home. AFTER you told Kane you were sorry. *F*
He grins still, swaying more as he stands there. "Aw no fair. You knew which pocket they were in." He blinks and rubs his eyes for a second before he once again grins at Sara. "Tell my brother I am sorry? Why?" He couldn't remember now why he was drunk. He reaches over and pulls Sara into his arms, leaning down to give her a kiss. "So if yous is driving I'm gonna need to hold on tight eh?"
She sighs. "You always put them in that pocket when you are drinking, Mark. So that if you get too drunk, you won't know where they are." He normally would have looked in his right pocket as he was right handed, but he put them in his left when drinking. "Now come on. You will be regretting a lot in the morning. Lets hope it has nothing to do with me." Her voice is stern and she turns, taking his hand as she does and starts to drag him from the bar.
He waves at the bartender who, as usual when Mark got drunk, puts the bill on his tab. He looks back at Sara and grins. "Regretting?" He grabs her butt playfully. "I wouldn't regret anything with you, Baby!" He once again pulls her close, trying to give her another kiss.
She pulls away from him, not letting him kiss her. "Your breath stinks, and you are drunk. You know better then to think that you are getting ANYTHING from me tonight, Mark." She turns and heads out of the bar, over to where he had his bike parked and hops on, starting it up and waiting for him to get on.
He snorts at being rejected, stepping away from her as she gets onto the bike. 'No! You go home! I'm staying here." He shakes his head and starts to walk off, angry again but since the alcohol was still affecting him he wasn't quite sure why.
She revs the engine and drives it slowly up next to him. "Mark, get on, or you will be sleeping on the couch for a year." She was serious, and she hoped he knew it.
He continues to walk, his hands in his pockets, looking angry. "Go away, Sara. You made your point. I'm going for a walk." Well he couldn't call it walking, more like stumbling along.
She keeps following him. "Mark, I didn't make my point. I will be making my point if you don't get on this bike and let me take you home. Because you WILL be on that couch, and you can kiss having kids goodbye, cause I will cut you off there too." She wasn't having her husband running around drunk, that was all there was to it.
He stops and looks at Sara, snorting. He then walks over and gets onto the bike behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and moving right up behind her. "Fine."
She drove carefully back, knowing that he could pass out and fall off at any time, and not wanting that to happen, she pulls into their driveway and pulls into the garage, stopping and getting off the bike. "So, any soberer, Mark?" She glances at him.
He climbs off the bike, still not looking at her as he walks up and into the house. He hits the shut off button for the security and walks to the living room. He sits down on the couch and just kind of hangs his head. The alcohol was now amplifying his guilty feelings, making him more and more depressed.
She walks into the house and into the living room, taking a seat, but not turning on any of the lights. "So, Mark. What would you like to do tonight?" She puts a hand to her chest. "Me, personally, I would like to get you out of those cloths and in bed." She then puts up a hand. "Not like that. Just think you need some sleep."
He doesn't answer her, not really listening, too wrapped up in his own thoughts and guilt. He sighs and lays down on the couch, putting an arm over his eyes, falling into a deep sleep a few minutes later.
She sighs, gets up, pulls the afghan off the couch and lays it over him. "Sleep well, Mark, Dear. You are going to need it." Then leaves the room, heading into their bedroom, she gets undressed and slips naked into the bed.