A/N: Another chapter up!!!!
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Thanks for everyone who is reviewing, I love your feedback,
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"Come on luchadora." Rey encouraged her, taking her shoulder bag.
"Rey, I can..." She began before he cut her off.
"You have enough to carry there, mamacita." He gestured to her stomach, while she rolled her eyes, a far cry from the frightened, almost defeated woman who had flown to Mexico almost seven and a half months ago.
Security waved them through, recognizing both them.
Lita found herself taking a deep breath as they entered the arena, holding out her hand to Rey, to take his hand, holding tight to the dog's leash with her other while the black and grey spaniel it was attached to walked calmly in front of her mistress.
"Hey!" Trish called out from down the hall, dropping the bags she was carrying to rush down and hug Lita. "Look at you!" She exclaimed, rubbing one hand over Lita's belly. "It can't be long to go now."
"Three weeks, give or take." Lita reached up to brush several strands of dark brown hair away from her face.
"The color job is new, I like it." Trish told her. "Come in and sit down." The blonde gestured towards her locker room.
"Come on mamacita." Rey urged her; "Mama will be after my hide if you stay on you feet too long."
Lita smiled and gave him a playful shove. "Don't call me that."
Rey just shook his head as they began to walk in the direction of Trish's locker room, pausing to pick up her bags.
Just down the hall from Trish's locker room Rey and Trish steeled themselves as Evolution appeared in front of them, walking four abreast down the hall.
The stopped several paces from Trish, Lita and Rey, while Lita's spaniel, sensing her mistress's unease began to growl at them, then to bark.
"Would you please move out of the way?" Lita asked them, her tone betraying no fear, or any other emotion either.
"Is there any reason we should?" Randy asked, not long having celebrated his twenty-second birthday.
The spaniel snapped at his ankles as he reached out to touch Lita.
"I think you'd better get away from her." The cool tones of Mark Calloway, aka 'The Undertaker', made the four men freeze.
"Get lost." Kurt Angle added, "And don't come near her again."
"What would a wuss like you do about it?" Batista challenged him.
"A lot dawg." John Cena slipped one arm around Lita's waist. "Like beat your ass into the mat."
"You wish." Hunter told him with a smirk.
John responded by waving his hand in front of his face. "You can't see me homy."
"Get gone." Mark told the four men.
"How's the baby Lita?" Ric asked, trying to hurt her.
"If you come within ten feet of me again, I'll have you arrested and charged."
The four men stared at her, surprised by the commanding tone in her voice.
She held her head high, stepping forward. "Now get the fuck out of my way." Lita didn't wait for them to move, she simply walked straight through them, her spaniel snapping at the men's heels and ankles.
With quick reflexes, Hunter grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him, and planting a searing kiss on her mouth. Lita froze, stunned for a moment.
As he broke off the kiss, she pulled a canister of mace out of her hip pocket and sprayed him in the eyes with it, her personal alarm blaring the second she depressed the button on the mace.
In seconds the hall was filled with people, including Christian, Rob, Steve Austin, Eric Bischoff and the entire McMahon family. With a twist, Lita reset the canister, turning the alarm off. "Stay the fuck away from me." She repeated, loudly enough for everyone to hear it.
As Kurt, Mark and Steve jumped between them to ward the four men off, Lita stooped to pick up her dog, who was still barking at the four men. "It's okay Lola, it's okay." Lita reassured the worried animal.
"So you hid in Mexico?" Randy shook his head at Lita.
"All you had to do was look around to find me." She answered, patting Lola's floppy ears. "In case you didn't realize, I'm not afraid of you."
"You always struck me as being pretty stupid." Hunter told her, rubbing furiously at his eyes, still burning from the mace Lita had sprayed into them.
Lita turned to Rey, reaching one hand out to him, saying something in Spanish. He nodded then smiled. "Well done luchadora."
With a new confidence in herself, Lita turned to look at the four men, then, with a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, she shrugged her shoulders and looked past them.
"Come on mamacita." Rey told her, taking Lola from her arms and depositing the dog on the floor. "You should come and sit down now."
"Un minuto, Rey." She told him, reaching into her bag and pulled something out of it. "This is the cell phone my counselor gave me, so I could call her instead of bottling everything up inside." Lita held the phone up so that everyone could see it, then hurled it against the wall, shattering the plastic. "Thanks for giving me some closure guys." She looked at the four men, and at the shocked looks on everyone's faces. "This girl isn't a victim anymore, and she won't be ever again."
Trish wrapped her arm around Lita's waist and smiled as she led Lita and Rey down to her locker room.
"Would someone mind telling me what just happened here?" Vince bellowed, halting everyone else in his or her tracks. "When we came out," Mark began, "Lita's dog was barking, and Randy was reaching out to touch her."
"Then Hunter pulled her around and kissed her." John added. "She sprayed him with mace, and that sets off her personal alarm."
"How do you know?" Linda asked him.
"I bought the alarm for her, Mrs. McMahon. I wanted her to have something that would help keep her safe when I'm not around." John answered her. "She carries it with her everywhere. The alarm, and her dog."
"RAW general manager's office now, the four of you." Eric ordered the four members of Evolution. "Steve and I will deal with this once and for all."
"If one or two of you ladies would mind going and checking on Lita, it would be very much appreciated." Steve told the assortment of women who were standing around, stunned.
"I'll go." Linda McMahon told him, Stephanie moving to join her mother.
"Lita is everything okay?" Linda walked into the room with Steph in tow.
"Peachy." Lita answered, watching the two women carefully.
"You are an amazing women." Stephanie told her. "To come through something like this and still be you, still have the same personality, and spirit and fire."
"They could take away my freedom, and make my body theirs, but they couldn't touch my mind, or anything that I am." Lita told her quite frankly. "Now let's go and find some tea or coffee, or something. Preferably peach Snapple."
"Estupida." Rey waved his arms in the air. "What happened to taking it easy?"
"Please?" Lita asked him, "Rey, I'm just under eight and a half months pregnant. I really want some Snapple."
"Come on then mamacita." He relented. "But you need to be careful, and you need to relax." Gently Rey helped her to her feet.
"So you came to Mexico once it was all out?" Linda asked as they walked.
"It made sense to come here." Lita answered. "It's a place familiar to me, where I knew I had good friends like Rey."
"You're so calm." Steph added. "I don't know how you managed to deal with all of this. I don't think I could have." The five of them walked into the cafeteria, while everyone stared at them.
Lita ignored them as she sat down with the others, waving Rey off to talk to some of the guys. "Go on." She urged him. "I don't need a babysitter."
"Are you sure?" Rey asked.
"Yes. I've got my Snapple, I've got some friends sitting with me, and I've got Lola, I'll be fine." She reassured him, gently patting his cheek before he left.
"You're lucky to have such a good friend to see you though everything." Steph smiled at her.
"Rey is family, and I love him to death for being there for me, every step of the way, and it has been a long trip. He's always there for me, no matter what."
"Have you seen many of the others since you came here?"
"Jeff, Christian, Rob, Trish, Steve, Shane O, even John, Kurt and Mark have come up for a couple of days." Lita began, then paused, looking up at the tall blonde woman who was standing by the table.
"Can we help you?" Lita asked politely.
"I think that it's a load of bullshit. There's no way all of that crap happened to you. Those guys aren't like that. And if they were you'd still be a head case."
The whole room had stopped talking, eating, moving, and was completely still, everyone listening to the exchange between the two women.
Lita stood, matching the blonde's height. "Sable, I really think you need to check your facts before you speak. The only reason I'm not still a 'head case' as you put it, is that I have been in therapy five days a week, for seven and a half months. While that therapy helped me to deal with what they did to me, it by no means changes what they did."
Lita's blue eyes shone with fury as she continued. "Have you ever been in the position where you scream at the top of your lungs, 'NO, please, no. Don't hurt me, don't touch me' and every time you struggle, every time you fight, you get hit, and you can hear the sound of someone's fist striking flesh, and it's almost like it's happening to someone else, but then everything starts to hurt, and he tries again, and it goes on and on and on and on, until your head is reeling so much that you're barely conscious, you're completely pinned down, and all that you can think is 'it's going to happen, again,' and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, except fight, and get hurt, and fight and get hurt." Lita closed her eyes, as if she was in great pain. "For me that went on for days, weeks."
The room remained completely silent as Lita fought not to tremble, sitting down abruptly as the room began to spin, and she gripped the tabletop tightly, turning her knuckles white.
"Luchadora? ?Que hay?" Rey appeared by her side, crouched down next to her. *What's the matter?* "Do you want to go?"
"Quiero el agua?" She asked softly, "Me marea." *Could I please have some water? I feel dizzy.*
"I know bebe." He told her, one arm wrapped around her waist to steady her. "Trish can you get Lita some water please."
"What's the matter with poor little Lita?" Sable taunted her.
"Back off, Sable." Stephanie warned her.
"Why should I Princess?"
"Because I said so." Vince told the tall blonde, appearing behind her. "Now go."
"Lita," Rey said again, "Do you want to go home and lie down for a while? I can always bring you back later."
"No, I'm okay." She nodded. "I just felt really lightheaded. I think it's the heat."
Rey said something to her in Spanish, and she stared at him for a moment. "I'm okay." She repeated, gently touching his cheek. "I just need to sit down for a few minutes."
"What's been going on in Mexico?" Trish asked, trying to turn the conversation to something else.
"It's always busy here." Lita smiled.
"Have you decided whether or not you're coming back to us?" Vince asked tentatively.
"She tries to train like she is." Rey answered.
"That's not true." Lita slapped his shoulder. "I do not. My doctor told me to stay in shape. I haven't really made a decision. I think it will depend on how I'm feeling after the baby is born."
"How have you been?" Christian asked, pulling up a chair as everyone turned back to his or her food.
"Not bad." She fiddled with the plastic ring on her Snapple bottle.
"After two hospital stays, collapsing twice, and constant fatigue." Rey added.
"Not good either." She dropped her eyes from everyone for a moment.
"Honey, you should have told us you were so sick." Trish chastised her.
"I'm okay now." Lita told her. "I just keep getting told I have to take it easy."
"And you don't listen mamacita, you drop something and begin something else." Rey told her.
"Please stop calling me that." The barest hint of a smile registered on her face as she reached out to hug him.
"What does it mean?" Christian asked with a smile.
"Mommy, babe, honey." Lita rolled her eyes at Rey, a glimpse of her former self, shining through once more.
"Do you need anything?" Rob asked. "You know that if you do..."
Lita nodded and took a sip of her water.
"So what do you have planned for this afternoon?" Vince asked. "I'm sure we could find you something to do."
"I have a musical tuition at two o'clock." Lita answered him. "I'd love to help you out, but I don't think I'll be able to."
"Are you learning again?" Trish asked.
"Teaching." She answered. "I sent some of my songs away to be listed, and it's worked out quite well for me. Of the five I sent away the rights for most of them have been bought, but instead of flying to Los Angeles, London, or New York, I tell them that they can come to Mexico or go jump. Most people are very agreeable, especially because the people buying my songs are normally in need of a vacation, and Mexico is a beautiful place to vacation."
"Have any of your songs been played on the radio?" Stephanie asked.
"I wrote 'White Flag', for Dido, Bring Me To Life, and Going Under'."
"You worked with Evanescence?"
"I've know Amy Lee for a while." Lita answered. "We both jumped at the chance to work together."
"Who are you teaching today?" Trish asked.
"No one is allowed to tell the press or anything, but I'm teaching Christina Aguilera. My song is going to be her next single."
"Dude she is just..." Christian began.
"Off limits." Lita told him firmly.
"Bebe, we should get going." Rey told her. "You can come and visit if you like." He told the others.
"I'll come a bit later." Trish promised. "Look after yourself."
"Be careful." Lita warned her, giving Trish a hug. "I just made four men very angry."
"Don't worry about them." Mark told her. "We can handle Evolution."
"Don't underestimate them." She told him. "Just be careful."
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Thanks for everyone who is reviewing, I love your feedback,
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"Come on luchadora." Rey encouraged her, taking her shoulder bag.
"Rey, I can..." She began before he cut her off.
"You have enough to carry there, mamacita." He gestured to her stomach, while she rolled her eyes, a far cry from the frightened, almost defeated woman who had flown to Mexico almost seven and a half months ago.
Security waved them through, recognizing both them.
Lita found herself taking a deep breath as they entered the arena, holding out her hand to Rey, to take his hand, holding tight to the dog's leash with her other while the black and grey spaniel it was attached to walked calmly in front of her mistress.
"Hey!" Trish called out from down the hall, dropping the bags she was carrying to rush down and hug Lita. "Look at you!" She exclaimed, rubbing one hand over Lita's belly. "It can't be long to go now."
"Three weeks, give or take." Lita reached up to brush several strands of dark brown hair away from her face.
"The color job is new, I like it." Trish told her. "Come in and sit down." The blonde gestured towards her locker room.
"Come on mamacita." Rey urged her; "Mama will be after my hide if you stay on you feet too long."
Lita smiled and gave him a playful shove. "Don't call me that."
Rey just shook his head as they began to walk in the direction of Trish's locker room, pausing to pick up her bags.
Just down the hall from Trish's locker room Rey and Trish steeled themselves as Evolution appeared in front of them, walking four abreast down the hall.
The stopped several paces from Trish, Lita and Rey, while Lita's spaniel, sensing her mistress's unease began to growl at them, then to bark.
"Would you please move out of the way?" Lita asked them, her tone betraying no fear, or any other emotion either.
"Is there any reason we should?" Randy asked, not long having celebrated his twenty-second birthday.
The spaniel snapped at his ankles as he reached out to touch Lita.
"I think you'd better get away from her." The cool tones of Mark Calloway, aka 'The Undertaker', made the four men freeze.
"Get lost." Kurt Angle added, "And don't come near her again."
"What would a wuss like you do about it?" Batista challenged him.
"A lot dawg." John Cena slipped one arm around Lita's waist. "Like beat your ass into the mat."
"You wish." Hunter told him with a smirk.
John responded by waving his hand in front of his face. "You can't see me homy."
"Get gone." Mark told the four men.
"How's the baby Lita?" Ric asked, trying to hurt her.
"If you come within ten feet of me again, I'll have you arrested and charged."
The four men stared at her, surprised by the commanding tone in her voice.
She held her head high, stepping forward. "Now get the fuck out of my way." Lita didn't wait for them to move, she simply walked straight through them, her spaniel snapping at the men's heels and ankles.
With quick reflexes, Hunter grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him, and planting a searing kiss on her mouth. Lita froze, stunned for a moment.
As he broke off the kiss, she pulled a canister of mace out of her hip pocket and sprayed him in the eyes with it, her personal alarm blaring the second she depressed the button on the mace.
In seconds the hall was filled with people, including Christian, Rob, Steve Austin, Eric Bischoff and the entire McMahon family. With a twist, Lita reset the canister, turning the alarm off. "Stay the fuck away from me." She repeated, loudly enough for everyone to hear it.
As Kurt, Mark and Steve jumped between them to ward the four men off, Lita stooped to pick up her dog, who was still barking at the four men. "It's okay Lola, it's okay." Lita reassured the worried animal.
"So you hid in Mexico?" Randy shook his head at Lita.
"All you had to do was look around to find me." She answered, patting Lola's floppy ears. "In case you didn't realize, I'm not afraid of you."
"You always struck me as being pretty stupid." Hunter told her, rubbing furiously at his eyes, still burning from the mace Lita had sprayed into them.
Lita turned to Rey, reaching one hand out to him, saying something in Spanish. He nodded then smiled. "Well done luchadora."
With a new confidence in herself, Lita turned to look at the four men, then, with a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, she shrugged her shoulders and looked past them.
"Come on mamacita." Rey told her, taking Lola from her arms and depositing the dog on the floor. "You should come and sit down now."
"Un minuto, Rey." She told him, reaching into her bag and pulled something out of it. "This is the cell phone my counselor gave me, so I could call her instead of bottling everything up inside." Lita held the phone up so that everyone could see it, then hurled it against the wall, shattering the plastic. "Thanks for giving me some closure guys." She looked at the four men, and at the shocked looks on everyone's faces. "This girl isn't a victim anymore, and she won't be ever again."
Trish wrapped her arm around Lita's waist and smiled as she led Lita and Rey down to her locker room.
"Would someone mind telling me what just happened here?" Vince bellowed, halting everyone else in his or her tracks. "When we came out," Mark began, "Lita's dog was barking, and Randy was reaching out to touch her."
"Then Hunter pulled her around and kissed her." John added. "She sprayed him with mace, and that sets off her personal alarm."
"How do you know?" Linda asked him.
"I bought the alarm for her, Mrs. McMahon. I wanted her to have something that would help keep her safe when I'm not around." John answered her. "She carries it with her everywhere. The alarm, and her dog."
"RAW general manager's office now, the four of you." Eric ordered the four members of Evolution. "Steve and I will deal with this once and for all."
"If one or two of you ladies would mind going and checking on Lita, it would be very much appreciated." Steve told the assortment of women who were standing around, stunned.
"I'll go." Linda McMahon told him, Stephanie moving to join her mother.
"Lita is everything okay?" Linda walked into the room with Steph in tow.
"Peachy." Lita answered, watching the two women carefully.
"You are an amazing women." Stephanie told her. "To come through something like this and still be you, still have the same personality, and spirit and fire."
"They could take away my freedom, and make my body theirs, but they couldn't touch my mind, or anything that I am." Lita told her quite frankly. "Now let's go and find some tea or coffee, or something. Preferably peach Snapple."
"Estupida." Rey waved his arms in the air. "What happened to taking it easy?"
"Please?" Lita asked him, "Rey, I'm just under eight and a half months pregnant. I really want some Snapple."
"Come on then mamacita." He relented. "But you need to be careful, and you need to relax." Gently Rey helped her to her feet.
"So you came to Mexico once it was all out?" Linda asked as they walked.
"It made sense to come here." Lita answered. "It's a place familiar to me, where I knew I had good friends like Rey."
"You're so calm." Steph added. "I don't know how you managed to deal with all of this. I don't think I could have." The five of them walked into the cafeteria, while everyone stared at them.
Lita ignored them as she sat down with the others, waving Rey off to talk to some of the guys. "Go on." She urged him. "I don't need a babysitter."
"Are you sure?" Rey asked.
"Yes. I've got my Snapple, I've got some friends sitting with me, and I've got Lola, I'll be fine." She reassured him, gently patting his cheek before he left.
"You're lucky to have such a good friend to see you though everything." Steph smiled at her.
"Rey is family, and I love him to death for being there for me, every step of the way, and it has been a long trip. He's always there for me, no matter what."
"Have you seen many of the others since you came here?"
"Jeff, Christian, Rob, Trish, Steve, Shane O, even John, Kurt and Mark have come up for a couple of days." Lita began, then paused, looking up at the tall blonde woman who was standing by the table.
"Can we help you?" Lita asked politely.
"I think that it's a load of bullshit. There's no way all of that crap happened to you. Those guys aren't like that. And if they were you'd still be a head case."
The whole room had stopped talking, eating, moving, and was completely still, everyone listening to the exchange between the two women.
Lita stood, matching the blonde's height. "Sable, I really think you need to check your facts before you speak. The only reason I'm not still a 'head case' as you put it, is that I have been in therapy five days a week, for seven and a half months. While that therapy helped me to deal with what they did to me, it by no means changes what they did."
Lita's blue eyes shone with fury as she continued. "Have you ever been in the position where you scream at the top of your lungs, 'NO, please, no. Don't hurt me, don't touch me' and every time you struggle, every time you fight, you get hit, and you can hear the sound of someone's fist striking flesh, and it's almost like it's happening to someone else, but then everything starts to hurt, and he tries again, and it goes on and on and on and on, until your head is reeling so much that you're barely conscious, you're completely pinned down, and all that you can think is 'it's going to happen, again,' and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, except fight, and get hurt, and fight and get hurt." Lita closed her eyes, as if she was in great pain. "For me that went on for days, weeks."
The room remained completely silent as Lita fought not to tremble, sitting down abruptly as the room began to spin, and she gripped the tabletop tightly, turning her knuckles white.
"Luchadora? ?Que hay?" Rey appeared by her side, crouched down next to her. *What's the matter?* "Do you want to go?"
"Quiero el agua?" She asked softly, "Me marea." *Could I please have some water? I feel dizzy.*
"I know bebe." He told her, one arm wrapped around her waist to steady her. "Trish can you get Lita some water please."
"What's the matter with poor little Lita?" Sable taunted her.
"Back off, Sable." Stephanie warned her.
"Why should I Princess?"
"Because I said so." Vince told the tall blonde, appearing behind her. "Now go."
"Lita," Rey said again, "Do you want to go home and lie down for a while? I can always bring you back later."
"No, I'm okay." She nodded. "I just felt really lightheaded. I think it's the heat."
Rey said something to her in Spanish, and she stared at him for a moment. "I'm okay." She repeated, gently touching his cheek. "I just need to sit down for a few minutes."
"What's been going on in Mexico?" Trish asked, trying to turn the conversation to something else.
"It's always busy here." Lita smiled.
"Have you decided whether or not you're coming back to us?" Vince asked tentatively.
"She tries to train like she is." Rey answered.
"That's not true." Lita slapped his shoulder. "I do not. My doctor told me to stay in shape. I haven't really made a decision. I think it will depend on how I'm feeling after the baby is born."
"How have you been?" Christian asked, pulling up a chair as everyone turned back to his or her food.
"Not bad." She fiddled with the plastic ring on her Snapple bottle.
"After two hospital stays, collapsing twice, and constant fatigue." Rey added.
"Not good either." She dropped her eyes from everyone for a moment.
"Honey, you should have told us you were so sick." Trish chastised her.
"I'm okay now." Lita told her. "I just keep getting told I have to take it easy."
"And you don't listen mamacita, you drop something and begin something else." Rey told her.
"Please stop calling me that." The barest hint of a smile registered on her face as she reached out to hug him.
"What does it mean?" Christian asked with a smile.
"Mommy, babe, honey." Lita rolled her eyes at Rey, a glimpse of her former self, shining through once more.
"Do you need anything?" Rob asked. "You know that if you do..."
Lita nodded and took a sip of her water.
"So what do you have planned for this afternoon?" Vince asked. "I'm sure we could find you something to do."
"I have a musical tuition at two o'clock." Lita answered him. "I'd love to help you out, but I don't think I'll be able to."
"Are you learning again?" Trish asked.
"Teaching." She answered. "I sent some of my songs away to be listed, and it's worked out quite well for me. Of the five I sent away the rights for most of them have been bought, but instead of flying to Los Angeles, London, or New York, I tell them that they can come to Mexico or go jump. Most people are very agreeable, especially because the people buying my songs are normally in need of a vacation, and Mexico is a beautiful place to vacation."
"Have any of your songs been played on the radio?" Stephanie asked.
"I wrote 'White Flag', for Dido, Bring Me To Life, and Going Under'."
"You worked with Evanescence?"
"I've know Amy Lee for a while." Lita answered. "We both jumped at the chance to work together."
"Who are you teaching today?" Trish asked.
"No one is allowed to tell the press or anything, but I'm teaching Christina Aguilera. My song is going to be her next single."
"Dude she is just..." Christian began.
"Off limits." Lita told him firmly.
"Bebe, we should get going." Rey told her. "You can come and visit if you like." He told the others.
"I'll come a bit later." Trish promised. "Look after yourself."
"Be careful." Lita warned her, giving Trish a hug. "I just made four men very angry."
"Don't worry about them." Mark told her. "We can handle Evolution."
"Don't underestimate them." She told him. "Just be careful."