A/N: Updated!!!!!
Sorry, but I've been really busy, I just got a new job, and well in general my life is hectic, but now it's more so, anyway, read, enjoy, review, especially cause I'm suffering from twenty or so cases of writer's block.
Samantha.
"Is there anything you need?" Hunter asked as they watched her lay Zane down in the baby carrier they had taken when they took Zane from the Mysterio's house.
Lita passed a gentle hand over the dark hair on her sleeping son's head. "Let Zane and I go home, or at least let Zane go back to the people who love us both."
"And have the whole country out looking for us?" Ric asked her.
"Keep quiet." She hissed at him as Zane stirred slightly. "They're looking for Zane and I anyway. I made sure of it."
"You made sure of it?" Randy asked.
"I called everyone I knew, and when I left the Mysterio's house, I left a letter explaining what I was doing."
"Take the baby out of here." Hunter told the others.
"My son isn't going anywhere." Lita told him. "He's staying right where I can see him."
"Take him out and watch him." Hunter repeated to his companions. "Lita and I are going to have a talk."
Lita's glare faltered for a second, then she spoke, her voice resigned. "If he wakes up there's a pacifier in his bag."
She rifled through the bag to find it. "And uh, he likes to sleep with his blue blanket, it's got ducks on it. Put him somewhere there's no draft, and if he wakes up, just rub his tummy for a few minutes and he usually goes back to sleep." As she spoke tears prickled the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let the four men see that she was afraid.
"And uh..." She began again.
"It's fine." Ric cut her off, picking up Zane's carrier and walking out of the room, leaving Lita staring after them.
She forced herself not to scream as Hunter put his hands around her waist from behind, moving close against her.
"You don't just want to talk." She said softly, closing her eyes, while he moved his hands over her body, tracing the smooth plain of her stomach.
"You feel good, even after having a baby."
"When I was pregnant I was generally too sick to gain any weight other than Zane." Lita said, not really know why she answered him.
Slowly he moved his hands up her body, bringing them up to cup her breasts. She hissed, and turned her head away, while he, thinking she was enjoying it, squeezed gently. She elbowed him in the ribs, and pulled away, one arm up, covering her chest, tears sparkling in her eyes.
He looked at her in surprise. "What?"
"That hurts." She answered, pain still etched into her features.
"I'm sorry."
"You aren't." Lita told him. "Please, just let Zane and I go home."
He silenced her by crushing her lips with his, and wrapping one arm around her waist, the other around her neck so that she couldn't pull away, while her hands beat helplessly on his chest, locked between their bodies. He breathed in her scent as he broke the kiss. "Stop fighting me Lita, just stop fighting." He told her, kissing her again, softly this time, just scant pecks on the mouth.
"Don't do this." She whimpered. "Please, just don't." Silently she cursed herself for hiding her scys so well. At present she couldn't reach them without him knowing.
Gently he brought his hands back to her breasts, while she at once tried to slap them away.
"What now?" He asked, exasperated.
"I told you, it hurts." Lita snapped.
"I was being gentle."
"How would you feel if you had a baby on your breasts every few hours, which swell up full of milk for him, and then have your baby stolen from you, not be able to feed him for hours upon hours. I feel about as big as Pamela fucking Anderson, and it hurts." She told him, pulling right away from him, and backing over towards the wall.
"Can't you get rid of it?" He asked, moving over to her, slipping his hands around her waist and pulling her close again, kissing her jaw and neck.
"Don't even think about it." She snarled. "If I could I would express some, but I can't."
"Can't you just put it in a bowl or something?" Hunter asked her, arching his eyebrows.
"If I want to be able to give it to Zane the bowl would have to be sterilized, and so would the lid and I don't anything with me to do that."
"So let me get you the things you need." He told her, moving back down to kiss her neck, and chest, biting down gently on her collarbone.
"Just stop it." She pleaded with him. "Don't touch me."
"Let me help you, or deal with it." He answered, biting down gently on the skin just below the top of her jaw, and then kissing it tenderly.
Feeling completely defeated Lita began to cry, tears trickling silently down her cheeks, while Hunter moved lower down on her chest, his lips pushing the fabric of her v-neck shirt down, exposing the tops of her breasts to him, pulling her hips against his.
"Hey uh, Champ..." Randy walked into the room, after knocking lightly on the door.
"What?" Hunter barked at him.
"You should probably turn on the news." Randy told him quietly, his voice apprehensive and worried.
Lita dropped down onto the bed, sobbing softly, while Hunter crossed the room and turned on the TV.
"English news is on Channel 12." The younger man offered.
"... Concerns are mounting for the safety of both mother and child, while the kidnappers are still at large, but still in Mexico. This is Raul Guerritez, signing off." The reporter announced.
"So they know she's missing." Hunter told Randy. "Big deal."
"We should get the hell out of the country." Randy told him. "Ric agrees with me."
"So you want me to just drop her and the baby off somewhere, and leave?" Hunter asked him.
"Go ahead and do it." Lita told them, tears still wet on her cheeks. "Just let Zane and I go home, if you're that desperate for a DNA test fine. Just let us go home to the people who love us."
"Where would we dump her?" Hunter asked. "And I don't want to leave the baby."
"You'd never get him over the border." Lita said. "He needs a special passport, and the application is still being processed."
"Why?" Ric asked from the doorway.
"Zane and I are both Mexican-Americans, or I'm Mexican-French-American. We need special documentation when either of us goes over the border. You won't get over either. As soon as we realized that Zane was missing, Rey called WWE administration. Border officials have been notified that you are in possession of an infant who has been kidnapped, and your passports have been marked."
"I say we cut our losses." Randy said again.
"He's right Champ, she's not worth it." Ric told Hunter.
"Could you just shut up so that I can think?" Hunter bellowed at them, beginning to pace the room.
Turning her head towards the open door Lita listened carefully, her knees pulled up to her chest, hugging herself, while a strange feeling of safety came over her. Just a few more minutes... If she could keep them occupied for a few more minutes, she and Zane would be safe.
"So what are we going to do?" Batista asked Hunter.
"We're going to..."
Suddenly Lita shouted out in Spanish, "Alguien ayuda mi! Socorro!" Someone help me! Help!
As Hunter reached out to cover her mouth with his hand, Lita fell forwards, or pretended to, doubling over. Hunter yanked her to her feet, then shoved her away as the light glinted on the pair of scys she held in her hands.
"Don't ever touch me, or my son again." She hissed at the four men as she spun the scys around her hands, moving towards the door.
Playing the hero, Randy moved just beyond her line of clear vision and tackled her, knocking her onto the bed, the scys still held tightly in her hands.
"Stop right where you are and lie down on the ground like the scum that you are." Steve Austin growled appearing in the doorway, flanked by the Undertaker and Bill Goldberg. Hunter snatched Lita up off the bed as though she was a rag doll, holding her against him, his arm wrapped painfully tightly around her chest. Lita cried out in pain, and was then silenced by Hunter's other hand catching her across the face.
"Let her go Hunter." Steve warned him. "It's all over. Rey and Christian and some of the others have Zane, the police are on their way, just let her go."
"No way." Hunter told him.
"Have it your way then." Steve told him.
"What the fuck..." Batista began, but wasn't given the opportunity to finish as Steve, Bill and 'Taker launched themselves at the four men, others like Rob Van Dam, Tommy Dreamer and Matt Hardy joining in too.
Without hesitating Lita fled the room, scys still in hand.
John caught her up in his arms as she flew into the next room, intent on finding Zane.
As he grabbed her Lita struggled in his arms, trying to lash out with the scys she held clutched in her hands.
"Lita, it's okay." He told her, holding her wrists tightly. "It's okay now. We've come to take you home."
As she comprehended his words, Lita stopped fighting him and let him pull her into a hug. John rocked her gently backwards and forwards, her head resting against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart while she dissolved once more in tears.
"Donde es mi bebe?" She asked softly, tears trickling down her cheeks. Where's my baby?
"He is safe and sound luchadora." Rey told her gently. "He sleeps soundly still."
Lita covered her mouth with one hand and began to sob again, desperate, choking sobs that wracked her entire body, leaving her utterly inconsolable.
"Hush little luchadora." Rey soothed her. "We are here now, and you are safe."
Like a small child woken up from a bad dream Lita clung to him as though he was a lifeline, sobbing into his chest without caring what was going on around her.
Then Trish and Stacy were there, stroking her hair and patting her shoulders and calming her, providing comfort that though the men tried, they simply could not give.
Sorry, but I've been really busy, I just got a new job, and well in general my life is hectic, but now it's more so, anyway, read, enjoy, review, especially cause I'm suffering from twenty or so cases of writer's block.
Samantha.
"Is there anything you need?" Hunter asked as they watched her lay Zane down in the baby carrier they had taken when they took Zane from the Mysterio's house.
Lita passed a gentle hand over the dark hair on her sleeping son's head. "Let Zane and I go home, or at least let Zane go back to the people who love us both."
"And have the whole country out looking for us?" Ric asked her.
"Keep quiet." She hissed at him as Zane stirred slightly. "They're looking for Zane and I anyway. I made sure of it."
"You made sure of it?" Randy asked.
"I called everyone I knew, and when I left the Mysterio's house, I left a letter explaining what I was doing."
"Take the baby out of here." Hunter told the others.
"My son isn't going anywhere." Lita told him. "He's staying right where I can see him."
"Take him out and watch him." Hunter repeated to his companions. "Lita and I are going to have a talk."
Lita's glare faltered for a second, then she spoke, her voice resigned. "If he wakes up there's a pacifier in his bag."
She rifled through the bag to find it. "And uh, he likes to sleep with his blue blanket, it's got ducks on it. Put him somewhere there's no draft, and if he wakes up, just rub his tummy for a few minutes and he usually goes back to sleep." As she spoke tears prickled the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let the four men see that she was afraid.
"And uh..." She began again.
"It's fine." Ric cut her off, picking up Zane's carrier and walking out of the room, leaving Lita staring after them.
She forced herself not to scream as Hunter put his hands around her waist from behind, moving close against her.
"You don't just want to talk." She said softly, closing her eyes, while he moved his hands over her body, tracing the smooth plain of her stomach.
"You feel good, even after having a baby."
"When I was pregnant I was generally too sick to gain any weight other than Zane." Lita said, not really know why she answered him.
Slowly he moved his hands up her body, bringing them up to cup her breasts. She hissed, and turned her head away, while he, thinking she was enjoying it, squeezed gently. She elbowed him in the ribs, and pulled away, one arm up, covering her chest, tears sparkling in her eyes.
He looked at her in surprise. "What?"
"That hurts." She answered, pain still etched into her features.
"I'm sorry."
"You aren't." Lita told him. "Please, just let Zane and I go home."
He silenced her by crushing her lips with his, and wrapping one arm around her waist, the other around her neck so that she couldn't pull away, while her hands beat helplessly on his chest, locked between their bodies. He breathed in her scent as he broke the kiss. "Stop fighting me Lita, just stop fighting." He told her, kissing her again, softly this time, just scant pecks on the mouth.
"Don't do this." She whimpered. "Please, just don't." Silently she cursed herself for hiding her scys so well. At present she couldn't reach them without him knowing.
Gently he brought his hands back to her breasts, while she at once tried to slap them away.
"What now?" He asked, exasperated.
"I told you, it hurts." Lita snapped.
"I was being gentle."
"How would you feel if you had a baby on your breasts every few hours, which swell up full of milk for him, and then have your baby stolen from you, not be able to feed him for hours upon hours. I feel about as big as Pamela fucking Anderson, and it hurts." She told him, pulling right away from him, and backing over towards the wall.
"Can't you get rid of it?" He asked, moving over to her, slipping his hands around her waist and pulling her close again, kissing her jaw and neck.
"Don't even think about it." She snarled. "If I could I would express some, but I can't."
"Can't you just put it in a bowl or something?" Hunter asked her, arching his eyebrows.
"If I want to be able to give it to Zane the bowl would have to be sterilized, and so would the lid and I don't anything with me to do that."
"So let me get you the things you need." He told her, moving back down to kiss her neck, and chest, biting down gently on her collarbone.
"Just stop it." She pleaded with him. "Don't touch me."
"Let me help you, or deal with it." He answered, biting down gently on the skin just below the top of her jaw, and then kissing it tenderly.
Feeling completely defeated Lita began to cry, tears trickling silently down her cheeks, while Hunter moved lower down on her chest, his lips pushing the fabric of her v-neck shirt down, exposing the tops of her breasts to him, pulling her hips against his.
"Hey uh, Champ..." Randy walked into the room, after knocking lightly on the door.
"What?" Hunter barked at him.
"You should probably turn on the news." Randy told him quietly, his voice apprehensive and worried.
Lita dropped down onto the bed, sobbing softly, while Hunter crossed the room and turned on the TV.
"English news is on Channel 12." The younger man offered.
"... Concerns are mounting for the safety of both mother and child, while the kidnappers are still at large, but still in Mexico. This is Raul Guerritez, signing off." The reporter announced.
"So they know she's missing." Hunter told Randy. "Big deal."
"We should get the hell out of the country." Randy told him. "Ric agrees with me."
"So you want me to just drop her and the baby off somewhere, and leave?" Hunter asked him.
"Go ahead and do it." Lita told them, tears still wet on her cheeks. "Just let Zane and I go home, if you're that desperate for a DNA test fine. Just let us go home to the people who love us."
"Where would we dump her?" Hunter asked. "And I don't want to leave the baby."
"You'd never get him over the border." Lita said. "He needs a special passport, and the application is still being processed."
"Why?" Ric asked from the doorway.
"Zane and I are both Mexican-Americans, or I'm Mexican-French-American. We need special documentation when either of us goes over the border. You won't get over either. As soon as we realized that Zane was missing, Rey called WWE administration. Border officials have been notified that you are in possession of an infant who has been kidnapped, and your passports have been marked."
"I say we cut our losses." Randy said again.
"He's right Champ, she's not worth it." Ric told Hunter.
"Could you just shut up so that I can think?" Hunter bellowed at them, beginning to pace the room.
Turning her head towards the open door Lita listened carefully, her knees pulled up to her chest, hugging herself, while a strange feeling of safety came over her. Just a few more minutes... If she could keep them occupied for a few more minutes, she and Zane would be safe.
"So what are we going to do?" Batista asked Hunter.
"We're going to..."
Suddenly Lita shouted out in Spanish, "Alguien ayuda mi! Socorro!" Someone help me! Help!
As Hunter reached out to cover her mouth with his hand, Lita fell forwards, or pretended to, doubling over. Hunter yanked her to her feet, then shoved her away as the light glinted on the pair of scys she held in her hands.
"Don't ever touch me, or my son again." She hissed at the four men as she spun the scys around her hands, moving towards the door.
Playing the hero, Randy moved just beyond her line of clear vision and tackled her, knocking her onto the bed, the scys still held tightly in her hands.
"Stop right where you are and lie down on the ground like the scum that you are." Steve Austin growled appearing in the doorway, flanked by the Undertaker and Bill Goldberg. Hunter snatched Lita up off the bed as though she was a rag doll, holding her against him, his arm wrapped painfully tightly around her chest. Lita cried out in pain, and was then silenced by Hunter's other hand catching her across the face.
"Let her go Hunter." Steve warned him. "It's all over. Rey and Christian and some of the others have Zane, the police are on their way, just let her go."
"No way." Hunter told him.
"Have it your way then." Steve told him.
"What the fuck..." Batista began, but wasn't given the opportunity to finish as Steve, Bill and 'Taker launched themselves at the four men, others like Rob Van Dam, Tommy Dreamer and Matt Hardy joining in too.
Without hesitating Lita fled the room, scys still in hand.
John caught her up in his arms as she flew into the next room, intent on finding Zane.
As he grabbed her Lita struggled in his arms, trying to lash out with the scys she held clutched in her hands.
"Lita, it's okay." He told her, holding her wrists tightly. "It's okay now. We've come to take you home."
As she comprehended his words, Lita stopped fighting him and let him pull her into a hug. John rocked her gently backwards and forwards, her head resting against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart while she dissolved once more in tears.
"Donde es mi bebe?" She asked softly, tears trickling down her cheeks. Where's my baby?
"He is safe and sound luchadora." Rey told her gently. "He sleeps soundly still."
Lita covered her mouth with one hand and began to sob again, desperate, choking sobs that wracked her entire body, leaving her utterly inconsolable.
"Hush little luchadora." Rey soothed her. "We are here now, and you are safe."
Like a small child woken up from a bad dream Lita clung to him as though he was a lifeline, sobbing into his chest without caring what was going on around her.
Then Trish and Stacy were there, stroking her hair and patting her shoulders and calming her, providing comfort that though the men tried, they simply could not give.