Title: Second Chances chapter 7

Author: Sweet Steffie

Rating: R

Note: A little angsty stuff mentioned, so be careful.



Lita nervously walked down the hallway, in search of Brett's locker room. She had been searching for a little time now, although she wasn't really paying attention. She came to an abrupt halt when she found herself right in front of the destination she had been avoiding for the majority of the night. Lita stood in front of Brett's locker room door, contemplating if she should knock. She threw her head back, looking up at the ceiling. "God give me strength," she murmured. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes tightly. With that she raised her hand and softly knocked on the door.

She knocked again when there was no answer. "Come in," a soft voice said. Lita took in another deep breath and reached for the door handle. "Here goes nothing," she mumbled and walked into the room. She took a short step inside and shut the door behind her. Brett had his back to her, as he was busy packing his bag. "Hey Steve, I'll almost ready," he said, assuming it was his best friend behind him.

"It's me," she softly corrected. Brett stood up at the sound of her voice and quickly turned around. "Lita, what are you doing here?" he asked, completely shocked that she was really there. Lita took in a deep breath. "Look Brett, I came to talk to you," she said, running her hand through her long red hair. But before she could continue, Brett cut her off. "Is this about the match against Scott on Monday?" he asked, though it seemed more like a statement rather than a question, and he already knew the answer.

Lita nodded her head. "Yeah, that's exactly what this is about," she said. Brett chuckled. "Yeah, I thought so," he mumbled under his breath. He just turned and squatted back down to the floor, continuing to pack his bag. Lita fidgeted with her fingers as she watched him. "Ok listen, I want you to call off the match," she blurted out. Brett scoffed, standing back up and turning around to face her.

"Listen Lita, I knew you would come and ask that, so I prepared an answer. No matter what you tell me right now, I will not call off the match. It's as simple as that," he said, raising his hands. Lita slowly shook her head. "Brett, I do not know what kind of ego mach man thing you are going through right now, but you have to call it off," she said. Brett laughed. "So that's what you think this is Lita? You think this is my ego talking?" he asked. Lita gasped. "Well why did you specifically ask for Scott in this match?" she yelled, though not intending to speak so loud.

Brett simply looked at her. "He came back as a signed wrestler, so he is going to wrestle," he said. Lita scoffed. "You really are a sad jackass," she said, turning back to the door. Brett took a step forward and grabbed her hand. "Wait, hold up. I am the sad one here? Aren't you just contradicting yourself my dear?" he asked. Lita looked confused. "What is that suppose to mean?" she asked, sounding rather hurt. Brett pulled her towards him. "You call me a sad man for trying to love you, when you do the same thing to Scott," he said.

"I love Scott! You don't know what you are talking about," she spat. Brett arched an eyebrow up. "Oh really? You think you love him Lita. No matter if you admit it or not, you body is still scared of him and you are basically forcing yourself to believe that a love exists that never did," he said. Lita gasped. "You know nothing about my personal life," she said. Brett nodded his head. "That may be true, but I, along with everybody else still have eyes sweety. We can see what goes on, hell, we were in the same arena the day the Scott beat the living hell out of you!" he said with a bit of force in his voice.

Lita shuddered at his last sentence. She was trying not to cry, but her eyes gave way and tears started to form. "Can we please leave that out of it?' she pleaded. Brett shook his head. "No, because this is exactly what it is about!" he screamed. Lita pulled her arm away and walked over to the wall, pressing her forehead to the cold cement. "All people make mistakes Brett. Nobody is perfect," she sniffled. Brett sighed. He didn't like the fact that he was upsetting her, but he had been wanting to tell her this for so long now, and maybe it was time for her to learn the hard truth.

"You can make up as much excuses as you want Lita, but I will not change what I think and what I feel," he said. Lita closed her eyes and pressed her lips together. She leaned further into the wall, absolutely saddened by the whole way this conversation was going. "Why are you doing this?' she cried. Brett lifted his gaze from the floor. He opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped himself. Lita turned around, her eyes tear filled and at the point of breaking down. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking directly at him.

"Is it your intention to ruin my life? Do you want me to lose the only person that has ever loved me? Or do you just want to see me suffer?" she yelled, her voice breaking with each word. Brett ran his hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his neck. "Or do you just get some sick twisted pleasure from hurting women?" she spat with a harsh tone. Brett shook his head. "I am doing this because I love you!" he yelled. Lita's eyes widened, not believing what she just heard. "What did you say?" she asked in a soft, nicer voice.

Brett let out a deep sigh. "I love you and I don't want to see you get hurt the way you did before," he said. Lita's breath caught, as she still was shocked about what she just heard. "Since when?" she asked, taking a few steps forward. Brett started to feel very nervous. "I have loved you ever since the first day I saw you. And it may seem wrong, but I loved you even more ever since I saw the hurt in your eyes after what Scott did to you," he carefully said.

Lita softly smiled. "I don't know what to say," she admitted in a soft whisper. Brett suddenly put on a serious face. "You don't have to say anything, because honestly I don't expect you to respond to what I just said. I know what I want Lita, I just wish that you knew too," he said. He was about to turn and leave, but Lita grabbed him by his hand. She pressed her lips together, ducking her head down. "You shouldn't love me," she whispered.

Brett lifted her by her chin, causing her to look up. "But I do," he said. Lita shook her head. "I had no right to make you love me, when I am not yours to love in return," she whimpered. Brett shrugged. "Wasn't it you that once told Stacy, that you should always take the risk, if you think the outcome, whether it be good or bad is worth it?" he asked. Lita just slowly nodded her head. "Well then I just did," he concluded.

He was about to leave again, but she pulled him. Before Brett could speak, he was caught off guard by something he didn't expect. Lita had just done the one thing he thought she would never do.

She pulled him close and laid her lips to his.



Oooh, wasn't that interesting? The next chapter is VERY interesting and intense. But fear not, for it is already written? Is the anticipation killing you? Then review and tell me and I shall post. I am just doing this to tease Cat and Ashley. Hope you like it!

Steffie.

P.S. She kissed him, she actually kissed him