This story is a work of fiction. I only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS!!!
(a/n to nascargirl) I have the utmost respect for truckers; I hope I got the breakdown believeable (I really don't know that much about trucks myself) Let me know if it works, thanks again for reviewing to all who have done so………..****************************************
Lance and Jason were startled when Chris came racing into the diner. Slapping down a hundred dollar bill to cover the tab, he yelled; "Come on, we've got to go now!"
"Huh?"
"What?" His friends replied and rushed to follow him.
"What's going on?" Asked Jason jumping in the already running SUV.
"Shouldn't we wait for Lori?" Wondered Lance out loud as Chris slammed the vehicle into gear.
"She's gone," Chris stated as he pulled the truck out onto the highway with the tires squealing.
"Gone?" His friends replied in unison.
"How? Why?" Jason asked blankly.
"She hitched a ride on a big rig," Chris explained as he pushed the accelerator down to the floor. "They were pulling out when I got outside."
"Why?" Jason repeated once more.
"I don't know," Chris returned shaking his head; "All that I know is I can't let her go, we've got to catch the truck."
"Oh man," Lance lamented as Chris swerved into the wrong lane to pass a slow moving vehicle. "That was close."
"So what did Stacey want?" Jason asked as they flew down the highway.
"She said pretty much what I already knew, that someone is unhappy with my engagement," Chris told him. "But she also said that they'd do anything to break us apart."
"That's low," Jason commented. "You don't think perhaps someone threatened her do you?"
Chris realized that it was a definite possibility, "I don' t know what to think, I just want her back." His mind was reeling, as he thought of who would've have been able to do such a thing. He couldn't think of when they could have done it; he'd made sure that Mark would keep her safe while he was out wrestling. The only time she'd been out of sight was when he'd been in the shower and she'd left to get the ice. "That's it!" He cried slamming his fist to the steering wheel.
"What?" Jason responded.
"When she left to get the ice," Chris explained. "Someone must have gotten to her then, that's why she was so down when she came back to the room. I could've sworn she'd been crying but she refused to tell me what was bothering her then. I left her go, figuring maybe it was just a hormonal moment. Damn it, I shouldn't have though, maybe if I'd tried harder-"
Jason laid a hand on his arm and interrupted, "Chris, buddy, don't do that to yourself; you couldn't have known. Let's just find your girl, all right? You can ask her what is was then."
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A mile or so ahead on the road...
"How bad is it?" Lori asked the truck driver nervously as he stepped back up into the cab.
"We're stuck here and we have to wait for a tow," The man replied easily.
"You can't change the tire?" Lori asked quizzically.
"Honey," The man chuckled; "You don't know too much about trucks do you?"
"Sorry," Lori looked downward; "I just can't have him find me."
"Just what did he do to you, honey?" The man asked kindly.
Lori sensed he didn't mean any harm and answered, "It's not anything he did, I just can't stay with him for he would be in danger."
"Oh," The man nodded; "Well then, I guess you have your reasons then." His eyes sparkled as he saw a rapidly approaching SUV coming from the direction of the diner. His heart told him that these two should not be apart, regardless of the danger. She'd been so determined to go with him that he'd not stopped her back at the stop but now, he'd a feeling he should have. Yes, perhaps a higher power had been at work and caused his truck to break down in the end. He knew she hadn't seen it; at present she was looking blankly at the black ribbon of asphalt that lay ahead of them. The vehicle pulled up to a stop behind them then and a longhaired blonde man jumped out.