A/N: Sorry about the slow updates, I've been really busy, and I'll try to
be a little more forthcoming.
Samantha
"Lita? Rey?" Steve and several other superstars walked into the lounge room.
Lita sat silently on the couch, Rey next to her, while he spoke to several Spanish police officers.
"Gracias." Rey said to them, as the police officers stood up and left.
"What happened?" John asked as Matt walked into the room, carrying a mug in his hands.
"Ellos ven por el." Lita's words were almost inaudible.
"They came for him." Rey translated softly. "Evolution took Zane." He added, trying to make them understand.
At his words Lita burst into tears, heartbroken sobs wracking her entire body, while Matt put the mug down on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around her, rocking her gently, his own expression pained.
"We'll get him back." Kurt promised her. "We will find him."
Lita's response was a babble of Spanish that Rey didn't bother to translate. Instead he sat down beside her, and took one of her hands in his, squeezing it gently. "They won't hurt him, mamacita. Zane will be okay."
"How can you say that?" She burst out. "He's so little, and they don't know how to take care of him. What if they're taking him over the border now? What if I never see my son again?"
"We've spoken to the police too." Stephanie's voice was gentle as she reached out to touch Lita's shoulder. "And we contacted the border officials. They won't be able to get over the border, we've had their passports marked."
Abruptly Lita pulled away from everyone, running her hands through her hair as she paced the room, trying to find the words she was looking for. "You don't understand, none of you. This isn't as much about me any more, not now that they have Zane. It's about the newest member of Evolution, sired by one of four self proclaimed 'wrestling greats', and me, someone who appealed to them enough for them to have to kidnap me in order to make time with me." Lita covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to cry again. "I just want my baby back." As she choked the words out, Lita began to sob again.
Hours later the argument raged, wait for the police to find Zane, and do nothing, or go out and try to find him themselves.
"We have to do something." John insisted. "We can't just sit here and let the police save him."
"What does it matter who saves him?" Lita asked, a hint of sadness still lingering in her eyes. "What does it matter, as long as Zane ends up safe?"
"You're right." Matt put an arm around her shoulders. "The most important thing is to find Zane, and get him home safe."
"I'm just gonna..." Lita pulled away from him and walked into her bedroom.
"She's been in there a long time." Stephanie said suddenly, gesturing towards Lita's bedroom. "Maybe someone should check on her."
"I'll go." Matt offered, standing up and knocking lightly on the door, before entering.
"Guys... You'd better get in here." Matt called out from Lita's room.
The others found him staring at the open window, a sheet of paper in his hand.
"Sorry guys, but you just keep arguing about the best course of action. I have to go and get Zane. I'm not alone. Lita." Steve read from the paper. "What does she mean she's not alone?"
Tommy bent over and retrieved a brown leather satchel from the floor beside the bed, and opened it out as though he was familiar with it. "You remember those scys she drilled Hunter with earlier tonight? She's got a smaller pair, about the length of my hand, this is where she keeps them." He gestured to the empty leather satchel.
"Are you sure?" Matt asked, "I've never seen anything smaller than the ones she had earlier."
"I gave them to her." Tommy told him. "For her birthday. I got them in Japan when I was wrestling over there. They're made of solid steel, they don't have hollow hilts like these ones." He produced the other pair, still smeared slightly with blood.
"What's the difference?" Steve asked.
"You saw how accurately she threw these tonight. With the smaller, heavier ones... She's even more accurate. It's the smaller ones she learned to throw with." "So you're saying..." "She's deadly." Jeff said softly. "No one gets between Lita and the people she loves, especially not her son."
"So she could..." Steve began, unsure of how to finish.
"She'll do whatever it takes to protect Zane." Trish said softly. "We have to find them."
Samantha
"Lita? Rey?" Steve and several other superstars walked into the lounge room.
Lita sat silently on the couch, Rey next to her, while he spoke to several Spanish police officers.
"Gracias." Rey said to them, as the police officers stood up and left.
"What happened?" John asked as Matt walked into the room, carrying a mug in his hands.
"Ellos ven por el." Lita's words were almost inaudible.
"They came for him." Rey translated softly. "Evolution took Zane." He added, trying to make them understand.
At his words Lita burst into tears, heartbroken sobs wracking her entire body, while Matt put the mug down on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around her, rocking her gently, his own expression pained.
"We'll get him back." Kurt promised her. "We will find him."
Lita's response was a babble of Spanish that Rey didn't bother to translate. Instead he sat down beside her, and took one of her hands in his, squeezing it gently. "They won't hurt him, mamacita. Zane will be okay."
"How can you say that?" She burst out. "He's so little, and they don't know how to take care of him. What if they're taking him over the border now? What if I never see my son again?"
"We've spoken to the police too." Stephanie's voice was gentle as she reached out to touch Lita's shoulder. "And we contacted the border officials. They won't be able to get over the border, we've had their passports marked."
Abruptly Lita pulled away from everyone, running her hands through her hair as she paced the room, trying to find the words she was looking for. "You don't understand, none of you. This isn't as much about me any more, not now that they have Zane. It's about the newest member of Evolution, sired by one of four self proclaimed 'wrestling greats', and me, someone who appealed to them enough for them to have to kidnap me in order to make time with me." Lita covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to cry again. "I just want my baby back." As she choked the words out, Lita began to sob again.
Hours later the argument raged, wait for the police to find Zane, and do nothing, or go out and try to find him themselves.
"We have to do something." John insisted. "We can't just sit here and let the police save him."
"What does it matter who saves him?" Lita asked, a hint of sadness still lingering in her eyes. "What does it matter, as long as Zane ends up safe?"
"You're right." Matt put an arm around her shoulders. "The most important thing is to find Zane, and get him home safe."
"I'm just gonna..." Lita pulled away from him and walked into her bedroom.
"She's been in there a long time." Stephanie said suddenly, gesturing towards Lita's bedroom. "Maybe someone should check on her."
"I'll go." Matt offered, standing up and knocking lightly on the door, before entering.
"Guys... You'd better get in here." Matt called out from Lita's room.
The others found him staring at the open window, a sheet of paper in his hand.
"Sorry guys, but you just keep arguing about the best course of action. I have to go and get Zane. I'm not alone. Lita." Steve read from the paper. "What does she mean she's not alone?"
Tommy bent over and retrieved a brown leather satchel from the floor beside the bed, and opened it out as though he was familiar with it. "You remember those scys she drilled Hunter with earlier tonight? She's got a smaller pair, about the length of my hand, this is where she keeps them." He gestured to the empty leather satchel.
"Are you sure?" Matt asked, "I've never seen anything smaller than the ones she had earlier."
"I gave them to her." Tommy told him. "For her birthday. I got them in Japan when I was wrestling over there. They're made of solid steel, they don't have hollow hilts like these ones." He produced the other pair, still smeared slightly with blood.
"What's the difference?" Steve asked.
"You saw how accurately she threw these tonight. With the smaller, heavier ones... She's even more accurate. It's the smaller ones she learned to throw with." "So you're saying..." "She's deadly." Jeff said softly. "No one gets between Lita and the people she loves, especially not her son."
"So she could..." Steve began, unsure of how to finish.
"She'll do whatever it takes to protect Zane." Trish said softly. "We have to find them."