A/N: If my Spanish in this chapter is really bad then I'm sorry, and the
song is 'Rhythm Divine' by Enrique Iglesias, sung in Spanish.
Let me know what you think,
Samantha.
"How's she doing?" Vince asked quietly.
"Go in and see her." Stacy told him. "But she's not the same person she was yesterday."
"You mean they..." Steph began, not quite sure how to finish.
John shook his head. "She said they didn't have time to do anything to her."
"She would have been with them for a long time." Vince argued.
"When they took Lita to her son, our little luchador was hungry." Rey said softly.
"I'll take you in to see her." Trish said quietly.
"Lita." Trish called softly, trying to gain the brunette's attention without frightening her.
The tall, dark haired diva sat in an armchair, just looking out of the window, Zane cradled against her chest. At the sound of Trish's voice, Lita turned her head to look at her friend.
"How are you feeling now?" Trish asked gently.
"I feel like someone kidnapped my son, and wanted to rape me again."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Vince asked gently.
Silently Lita shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. Zane, sensing the change in her emotions began to cry.
"Do you want me to take him for a little while?" Vince asked, "So that you can have a break."
Lita shook her head, rocking Zane gently, her attention focused solely on her child. "If I had just let them get the DNA test done, this wouldn't have happened. My son would never have been out of arm's reach, and I would never have let anyone take him from me."
"You didn't let anyone take him, honey." Trish told her gently, kneeling down beside the chair.
"I didn't protect him." She said softly. "They took him, and I didn't know. What sort of mother am I?"
"The sort of mother who wanted to protect her son." Vince told her gently. "I know how you feel Lita, because Linda and I feel the same way every time Shane sets foot in the ring, every time he gets hurt, or makes a mistake."
"It's not the same." Lita told him. "You aren't a horrible parents."
"And neither are you." He promised her. "It's obvious to everyone that you love your son more than your own safety, or sanity."
"But is it enough?" She demanded. "Is it enough to keep him safe, or give him a normal childhood? I don't want to be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life, frightened that they're going to try and take my son. I can't live like that, and I won't let Zane live like that."
"Lita, you're preaching to the converted. Shane and Stephanie had an entourage, bodyguards from when they were tiny. Sometimes even now they have bodyguards. That doesn't make you a bad parent, it makes you vigilant." Vince told her patiently.
Later, superstars crowded into her hospital room, Lita even managing to relinquish her hold on Zane to let Trish cuddle him.
"So where do you go from here?" Steve asked. "You know that we're all here to help in whatever way we can."
"It's pretty clear that I have some things to sort out, a whole lot more therapy to work through." She began softly.
But I'm going to make a start and make sure that Zane has the kind of life he deserves."
"Honey, if you're talking about adoption again..." The Undertaker told her.
"I'm talking about having a DNA test done." Lita told him. "And in exchange for a reduced sentences, leniency in front of the law, I've had my lawyer take a contract to each member of Evolution. It dictates their rights to my son, depending on who is actually Zane's father, and I have made sure that there aren't many."
"Lita, are you sure that's a good idea?" Trish asked her friend.
"I know what I want, and hopefully this will bring me some peace of mind. Zane's father deserves to know who he is, and Zane deserves to know who his father is. If Evolution wants to see him, they can. But only on my terms."
"I cannot believe you are doing this." Christian muttered under his breath.
"Christian, if you don't want to be supportive, you can head back to the hotel." Lita told him, cradling Zane against her chest.
"I'm here to be supportive, but I still think that this is madness." He told her.
"Hey." Hunter began as he walked over to where Lita and Christian were sitting down. "How are you?"
"I've been better. Zane's okay." She replied as the others walked over.
"Just don't give me any reason to call your parole officer." Christian warned them.
"Let's get this over with then." Ric told them.
"So what exactly are we doing here?" Randy asked.
"Having blood drawn for a DNA test." Lita told him. "Christian, will you hold Zane?"
The blonde man nodded and held his arms out for the baby. "Come on Zane, come to Uncle Christian." He cooed to the gurgling infant.
"So where's Mysterio?" Hunter asked her.
"Right here." Rey said from somewhere behind Hunter, as he moved to Lita's side. "All set luchadora?" He asked her.
"Si." She answered him in Spanish, working hard to remain relaxed and maintain her composure.
"Es vale." He reassured the tall brunette, seeing through her facade at once.
"Salveme." She murmured softly as they walked into the consulting room.
"The procedure is very simple at this end." One of the doctors explained. "Because there are so many parties involved we will be taking blood samples instead of simply taking swabs of saliva from the inside of your mouths. We draw an amount of blood from each of you, including Zane and send it away to a laboratory to be analyzed. Obviously Zane's DNA work will be a mixture of the DNA of both of his parents, so the DNA is used to create a computerized 'blueprint' if you like, the closer the match on Zane's DNA work, the more likely that one of you is his father."
Lita didn't look up at all, but sat holding Zane in her arms, flanked by Rey, Christian and John Cena.
"If it's all right with you Senora Dumas, we will begin with Zane." The doctor told her gently in English.
Lita nodded, then shook her head and passed Zane to Rey. "I can't hold him." Running one hand through her hair she fled the room.
"Esperar el." Rey said to John, passing Zane into his friend's arms as he stood up and left to follow her.
Rey caught up with her in the reception area, her head buried in her hands.
Silently he knelt down in front of her and patted her knee gently. Without speaking she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly.
"If I could take it all away." He murmured softly.
"I'm just being a silly, stupid woman." She said quietly. "Am I doing the right thing Rey? Is it right to..."
"I don't know luchadora." He told her gently. "Do what you feel comfortable with, and I will stand beside you every step of the way. I'll help you if you falter."
"Dar gracias Dios para tu, Rey." Lita told him, letting go and brushing her hair away from her face. Thank God for you, Rey.
"Lita." She started at the sound of his voice, "The doctor needs to know if he has permission to take a blood sample from Zane." Hunter stood, almost uncomfortably near them.
"Dejame en paz." She told him, then got to her feet and walked back in the direction of the consultation room.
"What did she just say?" Hunter asked Rey as he watched her walk away.
"She told you to leave her alone."
"How are you doing?" John asked as she walked into the room.
"Una porqueria." She answered. Crap.
"Senora, are you okay to begin the procedure?" The doctor asked.
"No lo si." Lita said softly, crouching down in front of John to kiss Zane's tiny forehead.
"Senora, I need an answer."
"Yo siempre proteger tu. Mama amar tu, bebe." She said softly to her son. I'll always protect you. Mommy loves you, baby.
"Are you ready now?" The doctor asked.
Visibly pained, Lita turned her attention to the three men who had come with her. "I can't hold him. Todo adentro mi gritar no lastimar el." Everything inside me screams not to hurt him. Without even realising it Lita slipped back into Spanish, though Rey understood what she said.
"Its okay, luchadora." He told her. "We'll take care of him for you."
John transferred Zane into Christian's arms, and reached out to pat Lita's knee. "Come on babe, it'll be over in a minute."
Rey on the other hand held both of Lita's hands tightly in his, though it was clear that she was gripping him quite tightly, her knuckles white with fear and apprehension.
As Zane began to cry in fear and pain, Lita began to sing to him, unable to let him be so upset, her Spanish words familiar and soothing to the upset baby.
"Desde el mar en Ipanema,
Hasta el cielo de Tahiti,
Bajo el sol de Kuala Lumpur,
Atravesare el planeta tras de ti,
Desde que senti tu cuerpo,
Ya no puedo resistar,
Sin llervate entre mi brazos.
Tu eres eso que sone conseguir." She sang softly, calming Zane even as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.
"Todo terminar." The doctor told her. All finished.
Lita calmed down considerably at his words. "Good boy." She told her son. "You did so well."
Christian reached out and patted her shoulder. "Take it easy now."
John kept his arm wrapped around her shoulders, almost holding her up. Neither he nor Rey spoke, simply because they knew that their presence was enough for her. She didn't need any other reassurances from them.
"So what happens now?" Hunter asked as he rolled his sleeve back down, covering the pad of gauze taped to his arm.
"Now you wait." The doctor told him. "The results will take anywhere between one and three weeks."
"Yo pagar tenar ellos terminares rapido." Lita told him as she stood up, cradling Zane protectively against her chest. I'll pay have them finished faster.
The doctor looked at her thoughtfully. "I can't promise anything."
"Yo felizes pagar para velocidad." I'll happily pay for speed.
The doctor nodded as Lita walked out of the room, the others close behind her.
"Now I might not speak a whole lot of Spanish," Hunter told her quietly, "But there are a few words I know."
"Besides nachos and tacos?" Lita asked him, feeling especially sarcastic.
"Pagar means pay." He told her. "You just offered to pay him off."
"Actually, I offered to pay him to have the results back as quickly as possible." Lita told him.
Rey nodded, confirming what she'd just told them, while Hunter looked to Batista, who's Spanish was much better than his own. Batista just nodded.
"So what's put you in such a hurry?" Randy asked. "One minute you're refusing point blank, now you're offering bribes to have things done faster."
"I want this over. I want it all done." Lita told him. "I want my life back."
"You aren't the one who spent sixteen hours in a Mexican prison." Randy told her.
"No, I'm the one who was held against my will for over two weeks. I'm the one who had to sit and wait, not knowing where my only child was. Whether or not my son was safe, being looked after, fed, warm. Don't try to turn the tables Randy, because I have come off worse than you have in all of this."
Let me know what you think,
Samantha.
"How's she doing?" Vince asked quietly.
"Go in and see her." Stacy told him. "But she's not the same person she was yesterday."
"You mean they..." Steph began, not quite sure how to finish.
John shook his head. "She said they didn't have time to do anything to her."
"She would have been with them for a long time." Vince argued.
"When they took Lita to her son, our little luchador was hungry." Rey said softly.
"I'll take you in to see her." Trish said quietly.
"Lita." Trish called softly, trying to gain the brunette's attention without frightening her.
The tall, dark haired diva sat in an armchair, just looking out of the window, Zane cradled against her chest. At the sound of Trish's voice, Lita turned her head to look at her friend.
"How are you feeling now?" Trish asked gently.
"I feel like someone kidnapped my son, and wanted to rape me again."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Vince asked gently.
Silently Lita shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. Zane, sensing the change in her emotions began to cry.
"Do you want me to take him for a little while?" Vince asked, "So that you can have a break."
Lita shook her head, rocking Zane gently, her attention focused solely on her child. "If I had just let them get the DNA test done, this wouldn't have happened. My son would never have been out of arm's reach, and I would never have let anyone take him from me."
"You didn't let anyone take him, honey." Trish told her gently, kneeling down beside the chair.
"I didn't protect him." She said softly. "They took him, and I didn't know. What sort of mother am I?"
"The sort of mother who wanted to protect her son." Vince told her gently. "I know how you feel Lita, because Linda and I feel the same way every time Shane sets foot in the ring, every time he gets hurt, or makes a mistake."
"It's not the same." Lita told him. "You aren't a horrible parents."
"And neither are you." He promised her. "It's obvious to everyone that you love your son more than your own safety, or sanity."
"But is it enough?" She demanded. "Is it enough to keep him safe, or give him a normal childhood? I don't want to be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life, frightened that they're going to try and take my son. I can't live like that, and I won't let Zane live like that."
"Lita, you're preaching to the converted. Shane and Stephanie had an entourage, bodyguards from when they were tiny. Sometimes even now they have bodyguards. That doesn't make you a bad parent, it makes you vigilant." Vince told her patiently.
Later, superstars crowded into her hospital room, Lita even managing to relinquish her hold on Zane to let Trish cuddle him.
"So where do you go from here?" Steve asked. "You know that we're all here to help in whatever way we can."
"It's pretty clear that I have some things to sort out, a whole lot more therapy to work through." She began softly.
But I'm going to make a start and make sure that Zane has the kind of life he deserves."
"Honey, if you're talking about adoption again..." The Undertaker told her.
"I'm talking about having a DNA test done." Lita told him. "And in exchange for a reduced sentences, leniency in front of the law, I've had my lawyer take a contract to each member of Evolution. It dictates their rights to my son, depending on who is actually Zane's father, and I have made sure that there aren't many."
"Lita, are you sure that's a good idea?" Trish asked her friend.
"I know what I want, and hopefully this will bring me some peace of mind. Zane's father deserves to know who he is, and Zane deserves to know who his father is. If Evolution wants to see him, they can. But only on my terms."
"I cannot believe you are doing this." Christian muttered under his breath.
"Christian, if you don't want to be supportive, you can head back to the hotel." Lita told him, cradling Zane against her chest.
"I'm here to be supportive, but I still think that this is madness." He told her.
"Hey." Hunter began as he walked over to where Lita and Christian were sitting down. "How are you?"
"I've been better. Zane's okay." She replied as the others walked over.
"Just don't give me any reason to call your parole officer." Christian warned them.
"Let's get this over with then." Ric told them.
"So what exactly are we doing here?" Randy asked.
"Having blood drawn for a DNA test." Lita told him. "Christian, will you hold Zane?"
The blonde man nodded and held his arms out for the baby. "Come on Zane, come to Uncle Christian." He cooed to the gurgling infant.
"So where's Mysterio?" Hunter asked her.
"Right here." Rey said from somewhere behind Hunter, as he moved to Lita's side. "All set luchadora?" He asked her.
"Si." She answered him in Spanish, working hard to remain relaxed and maintain her composure.
"Es vale." He reassured the tall brunette, seeing through her facade at once.
"Salveme." She murmured softly as they walked into the consulting room.
"The procedure is very simple at this end." One of the doctors explained. "Because there are so many parties involved we will be taking blood samples instead of simply taking swabs of saliva from the inside of your mouths. We draw an amount of blood from each of you, including Zane and send it away to a laboratory to be analyzed. Obviously Zane's DNA work will be a mixture of the DNA of both of his parents, so the DNA is used to create a computerized 'blueprint' if you like, the closer the match on Zane's DNA work, the more likely that one of you is his father."
Lita didn't look up at all, but sat holding Zane in her arms, flanked by Rey, Christian and John Cena.
"If it's all right with you Senora Dumas, we will begin with Zane." The doctor told her gently in English.
Lita nodded, then shook her head and passed Zane to Rey. "I can't hold him." Running one hand through her hair she fled the room.
"Esperar el." Rey said to John, passing Zane into his friend's arms as he stood up and left to follow her.
Rey caught up with her in the reception area, her head buried in her hands.
Silently he knelt down in front of her and patted her knee gently. Without speaking she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly.
"If I could take it all away." He murmured softly.
"I'm just being a silly, stupid woman." She said quietly. "Am I doing the right thing Rey? Is it right to..."
"I don't know luchadora." He told her gently. "Do what you feel comfortable with, and I will stand beside you every step of the way. I'll help you if you falter."
"Dar gracias Dios para tu, Rey." Lita told him, letting go and brushing her hair away from her face. Thank God for you, Rey.
"Lita." She started at the sound of his voice, "The doctor needs to know if he has permission to take a blood sample from Zane." Hunter stood, almost uncomfortably near them.
"Dejame en paz." She told him, then got to her feet and walked back in the direction of the consultation room.
"What did she just say?" Hunter asked Rey as he watched her walk away.
"She told you to leave her alone."
"How are you doing?" John asked as she walked into the room.
"Una porqueria." She answered. Crap.
"Senora, are you okay to begin the procedure?" The doctor asked.
"No lo si." Lita said softly, crouching down in front of John to kiss Zane's tiny forehead.
"Senora, I need an answer."
"Yo siempre proteger tu. Mama amar tu, bebe." She said softly to her son. I'll always protect you. Mommy loves you, baby.
"Are you ready now?" The doctor asked.
Visibly pained, Lita turned her attention to the three men who had come with her. "I can't hold him. Todo adentro mi gritar no lastimar el." Everything inside me screams not to hurt him. Without even realising it Lita slipped back into Spanish, though Rey understood what she said.
"Its okay, luchadora." He told her. "We'll take care of him for you."
John transferred Zane into Christian's arms, and reached out to pat Lita's knee. "Come on babe, it'll be over in a minute."
Rey on the other hand held both of Lita's hands tightly in his, though it was clear that she was gripping him quite tightly, her knuckles white with fear and apprehension.
As Zane began to cry in fear and pain, Lita began to sing to him, unable to let him be so upset, her Spanish words familiar and soothing to the upset baby.
"Desde el mar en Ipanema,
Hasta el cielo de Tahiti,
Bajo el sol de Kuala Lumpur,
Atravesare el planeta tras de ti,
Desde que senti tu cuerpo,
Ya no puedo resistar,
Sin llervate entre mi brazos.
Tu eres eso que sone conseguir." She sang softly, calming Zane even as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.
"Todo terminar." The doctor told her. All finished.
Lita calmed down considerably at his words. "Good boy." She told her son. "You did so well."
Christian reached out and patted her shoulder. "Take it easy now."
John kept his arm wrapped around her shoulders, almost holding her up. Neither he nor Rey spoke, simply because they knew that their presence was enough for her. She didn't need any other reassurances from them.
"So what happens now?" Hunter asked as he rolled his sleeve back down, covering the pad of gauze taped to his arm.
"Now you wait." The doctor told him. "The results will take anywhere between one and three weeks."
"Yo pagar tenar ellos terminares rapido." Lita told him as she stood up, cradling Zane protectively against her chest. I'll pay have them finished faster.
The doctor looked at her thoughtfully. "I can't promise anything."
"Yo felizes pagar para velocidad." I'll happily pay for speed.
The doctor nodded as Lita walked out of the room, the others close behind her.
"Now I might not speak a whole lot of Spanish," Hunter told her quietly, "But there are a few words I know."
"Besides nachos and tacos?" Lita asked him, feeling especially sarcastic.
"Pagar means pay." He told her. "You just offered to pay him off."
"Actually, I offered to pay him to have the results back as quickly as possible." Lita told him.
Rey nodded, confirming what she'd just told them, while Hunter looked to Batista, who's Spanish was much better than his own. Batista just nodded.
"So what's put you in such a hurry?" Randy asked. "One minute you're refusing point blank, now you're offering bribes to have things done faster."
"I want this over. I want it all done." Lita told him. "I want my life back."
"You aren't the one who spent sixteen hours in a Mexican prison." Randy told her.
"No, I'm the one who was held against my will for over two weeks. I'm the one who had to sit and wait, not knowing where my only child was. Whether or not my son was safe, being looked after, fed, warm. Don't try to turn the tables Randy, because I have come off worse than you have in all of this."