Title: Second Chances chapter 2
Author: Me, Sweet~Steffie
Summary: Scott Hall returns to the WWE after rehab. Will she take him back?
Scott walked down the hall. He passed a lot of wrestlers. Some gave him good looks, some gave him bad look, others not looking at him at all. He found his locker room. He sighed in relief.
"I made it," he sighed. He looked around the locker room and noticed that it was very luxurious. Even his bags were already there. A smile crossed his face.
He went to take a shower. After he dressed, he sat on the bench. He wasn't really sure what to do. He didn't have a match tonight. He decided to go and find the rest of the deceased n w o members. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Scott said. Shock passed his face as the Undertaker walked in. He walked up to Scott and they stood face to face.
After a short period of time, Taker stepped back and stretched out his hand. "welcome back," he firmly said. Scott took his hand and he shook it. "Thanks man," he replied.
Taker nodded his head and turned around and walked away. He just reached the door and turned around. "I heard about what you went thru. I just wanted you to know, that I respect you for what you did. You went to rehab and stuck in there. For that, I got your back, and you got my respect," Taker said, standing tall.
With that he turned around and left, closing the door behind him.
Scott couldn't help but smile. Taker just did that. Taker heard about what he did. And he respected him for that. Scott grabbed his towel and left the room. He had to see her. He had to had to know if she was all right. He just needed to hear her voice. He needed her. He just hope she would let him see her.
Scott walked back up the hall, looking around for her dressing room.
"Maybe this is a bad idée," he thought to himself. "She doesn't want to see me, she hates me. I hit her. I beat the shit out of her, she doesn't want me anymore," he kept reminding himself.
Without even realizing it, he had reached her dressing room. He didn't quite know how he reached there, but hell, did it matter just then?
He lifted his hand to knock on the door, but drew his hand back. "This is ridiculous," he softly said.
He turned around and walked away. He couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to do what he was hoping to do for 7 months now.
"If you love her, you'll do it," a voice suddenly said. Scott turned around, only to see Brett Hart infront of him.
"If you love her, you'll knock on the door," he spoke again. Scott looked at him suspiciously. He and Brett were enemies. They hated each other. So why was Brett telling him this.
"What do you care, you always wanted me to suffer, why are you telling me now to do something that could be good?" Scott softly hissed back. He didn't like Brett, but he didn't want to talk to loud. Maybe she would hear them. And Scott knew that he didn't want that.
Brett sighed and walked up to Scott. "Because I see the hurt in her eyes everyday that you are not here. You are right Scott. I do hate you. But I don't hate her. If you make her happy, then so be it. I don't want to see her suffer, even if its you that can make her happy," Brett said, gritting his teeth.
They stared each other down for a few minutes. Finally Brett stepped back and walked away. Scott watched him intently, not believing what just happened. He never ever thought he would say this, but maybe Brett was right.
Scott turned and walked back to the dressing room door. He hesitated for a moment, but he softly knocked on the door.
Just then he could hear 3 or 4 women laughing inside. All of them sounded so familiar. "Just a minute," a female voice said.
Scott started to shake. He was getting cold feat. It was her, he knew her voice. He wanted to turn and run, but his feet were failing him.
The door flew open, and he was greeted by a woman with a big smile on her face. She was covered in a towel. Scott raised his head, so that the female could see who he was. Her smile slowly began to disappear and her eyes started to swell with tears.
"Oh god, I didn't even saw anything yet, and she's already crying. She's afraid of me. I cant do this," he thought to himself again.
"Hey, who's at the door?" a voice called from behind the female. Molly and Ivory got up to see Scott. Their faces dropped immediately.
"Hey Scott," Molly whispered. Scott looked at her and nodded his head. There was a brief silence when Ivory finally broke it.
"Well Molly, I am quite sure that there is something for us to do outside," Ivory began. "Yes my dear, we have pretzels to go and find," Molly quickly said.
They both got up and walked to the door.
There was another brief silence. "Come in," she finally whispered. Scott walked in and sat on the bench.
He had this speech in his mind, practicing it over and over in the mirror. But now he suddenly found himself speechless.
"Hey sweetheart, how have you been?" he asked. He started fidgeting with his hands again, just like in the office a while ago. A faint small crossed her face. She knew that he did that when he was nervous.
"Good, and you?" she managed to say, thru her breaking voice.
Scott turned to his side to see the diva sit down next to him. "Good, I got out of rehab, and Vince hired me back," he whispered back. He didn't have enough strength to raise his voice.
"When did he hire you back?" she managed to say thru her breaking voice as well. She placed a hand on his shoulder. Scott sighed as he could feel the warmth passing thru his body. "An hour ago," he said.
There was another silence.
She let out a deep sigh and ran her hand thru her long hair. "Scott?" she asked cautiously. Scott turned his face again to look at her.
"Why didn't you ever call me? Why didn't you let me visit you? Why did you shut me out? Don't you love me anymore?" she slowly asked.
Scott's heart broke at the last question. She thought that he didn't love her anymore. Tears swelled in her eyes.
"I thought you hated me. I thought you were scared of me , after what I did to you," he whispered. Tears were swelling in his eyes again.
The pretty diva grabbed his chin and brought it to her face. "I still love you," she whispered. "I could never stop doing that, I could never stay away from you, no matter how hard I tried," she whispered.
With that she gently pressed her lips to his. She almost let out a whimper when she felt his lips against hers. She had been waiting so long to feel them again.
She pressed her lips to his again, parting them to give her tongue more acces. She lifted herself up and gently positioned herself on top of Scott, so that she was straddling him.
The kiss grew more passionate, as she slipped her tongue in his mouth, exploring the mouth she had almost forgotten.
The kiss lasted forever, passion growing with each second. She finally broke the kiss and laid her forehead against his. She pressed her lips together, seemingly trying to memerize the feel of his lips.
"I love you to, Lita," he whispered. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. We wasn't going to let her go anymore.
Well, well, well, Its Lita. Hope you like it.
Author: Me, Sweet~Steffie
Summary: Scott Hall returns to the WWE after rehab. Will she take him back?
Scott walked down the hall. He passed a lot of wrestlers. Some gave him good looks, some gave him bad look, others not looking at him at all. He found his locker room. He sighed in relief.
"I made it," he sighed. He looked around the locker room and noticed that it was very luxurious. Even his bags were already there. A smile crossed his face.
He went to take a shower. After he dressed, he sat on the bench. He wasn't really sure what to do. He didn't have a match tonight. He decided to go and find the rest of the deceased n w o members. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Scott said. Shock passed his face as the Undertaker walked in. He walked up to Scott and they stood face to face.
After a short period of time, Taker stepped back and stretched out his hand. "welcome back," he firmly said. Scott took his hand and he shook it. "Thanks man," he replied.
Taker nodded his head and turned around and walked away. He just reached the door and turned around. "I heard about what you went thru. I just wanted you to know, that I respect you for what you did. You went to rehab and stuck in there. For that, I got your back, and you got my respect," Taker said, standing tall.
With that he turned around and left, closing the door behind him.
Scott couldn't help but smile. Taker just did that. Taker heard about what he did. And he respected him for that. Scott grabbed his towel and left the room. He had to see her. He had to had to know if she was all right. He just needed to hear her voice. He needed her. He just hope she would let him see her.
Scott walked back up the hall, looking around for her dressing room.
"Maybe this is a bad idée," he thought to himself. "She doesn't want to see me, she hates me. I hit her. I beat the shit out of her, she doesn't want me anymore," he kept reminding himself.
Without even realizing it, he had reached her dressing room. He didn't quite know how he reached there, but hell, did it matter just then?
He lifted his hand to knock on the door, but drew his hand back. "This is ridiculous," he softly said.
He turned around and walked away. He couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to do what he was hoping to do for 7 months now.
"If you love her, you'll do it," a voice suddenly said. Scott turned around, only to see Brett Hart infront of him.
"If you love her, you'll knock on the door," he spoke again. Scott looked at him suspiciously. He and Brett were enemies. They hated each other. So why was Brett telling him this.
"What do you care, you always wanted me to suffer, why are you telling me now to do something that could be good?" Scott softly hissed back. He didn't like Brett, but he didn't want to talk to loud. Maybe she would hear them. And Scott knew that he didn't want that.
Brett sighed and walked up to Scott. "Because I see the hurt in her eyes everyday that you are not here. You are right Scott. I do hate you. But I don't hate her. If you make her happy, then so be it. I don't want to see her suffer, even if its you that can make her happy," Brett said, gritting his teeth.
They stared each other down for a few minutes. Finally Brett stepped back and walked away. Scott watched him intently, not believing what just happened. He never ever thought he would say this, but maybe Brett was right.
Scott turned and walked back to the dressing room door. He hesitated for a moment, but he softly knocked on the door.
Just then he could hear 3 or 4 women laughing inside. All of them sounded so familiar. "Just a minute," a female voice said.
Scott started to shake. He was getting cold feat. It was her, he knew her voice. He wanted to turn and run, but his feet were failing him.
The door flew open, and he was greeted by a woman with a big smile on her face. She was covered in a towel. Scott raised his head, so that the female could see who he was. Her smile slowly began to disappear and her eyes started to swell with tears.
"Oh god, I didn't even saw anything yet, and she's already crying. She's afraid of me. I cant do this," he thought to himself again.
"Hey, who's at the door?" a voice called from behind the female. Molly and Ivory got up to see Scott. Their faces dropped immediately.
"Hey Scott," Molly whispered. Scott looked at her and nodded his head. There was a brief silence when Ivory finally broke it.
"Well Molly, I am quite sure that there is something for us to do outside," Ivory began. "Yes my dear, we have pretzels to go and find," Molly quickly said.
They both got up and walked to the door.
There was another brief silence. "Come in," she finally whispered. Scott walked in and sat on the bench.
He had this speech in his mind, practicing it over and over in the mirror. But now he suddenly found himself speechless.
"Hey sweetheart, how have you been?" he asked. He started fidgeting with his hands again, just like in the office a while ago. A faint small crossed her face. She knew that he did that when he was nervous.
"Good, and you?" she managed to say, thru her breaking voice.
Scott turned to his side to see the diva sit down next to him. "Good, I got out of rehab, and Vince hired me back," he whispered back. He didn't have enough strength to raise his voice.
"When did he hire you back?" she managed to say thru her breaking voice as well. She placed a hand on his shoulder. Scott sighed as he could feel the warmth passing thru his body. "An hour ago," he said.
There was another silence.
She let out a deep sigh and ran her hand thru her long hair. "Scott?" she asked cautiously. Scott turned his face again to look at her.
"Why didn't you ever call me? Why didn't you let me visit you? Why did you shut me out? Don't you love me anymore?" she slowly asked.
Scott's heart broke at the last question. She thought that he didn't love her anymore. Tears swelled in her eyes.
"I thought you hated me. I thought you were scared of me , after what I did to you," he whispered. Tears were swelling in his eyes again.
The pretty diva grabbed his chin and brought it to her face. "I still love you," she whispered. "I could never stop doing that, I could never stay away from you, no matter how hard I tried," she whispered.
With that she gently pressed her lips to his. She almost let out a whimper when she felt his lips against hers. She had been waiting so long to feel them again.
She pressed her lips to his again, parting them to give her tongue more acces. She lifted herself up and gently positioned herself on top of Scott, so that she was straddling him.
The kiss grew more passionate, as she slipped her tongue in his mouth, exploring the mouth she had almost forgotten.
The kiss lasted forever, passion growing with each second. She finally broke the kiss and laid her forehead against his. She pressed her lips together, seemingly trying to memerize the feel of his lips.
"I love you to, Lita," he whispered. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. We wasn't going to let her go anymore.
Well, well, well, Its Lita. Hope you like it.
