Title: Winds of Change
Spoilers: RAW; 8/16
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: A new alliance is formed
Notes: Lita not pregnant, my apologies but it just doesn't work for me.
Keys: italics = thoughts; bold = emphasis
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Prologue
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Chris Benoit turned concerned blue eyes to the diva beside him. "You can still go--"
"Chris, don't argue alright?" Lita raked a hand through her hair, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "Evolution is going to come out there at some point and granted; I'm not Edge, I'm not Jericho..but I can still help."
The Canadian frowned but knew better than to argue with his equally stubborn friend. "Alright, just try and stay out of it. We both know Hunter won't hesitate to take you out."
The red head rolled her eyes before remarking rather sardonically, "The same can be said for you."
The Wolverine shrugged, but before he could comment the opening strains of his enterance music began.
"The following match is for the World Heavyweight Championship!" Lillian Garcia declared brightly from her spot in the ring. "Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Lita; he is the challenger-- Chris Benoit!"
The two burst through the curtains, Lita standing back so Chris could properly play to the crowd before they made their way down to the ring.
The petite ring announcer sent a smile to the pair as they entered the ring before she brought the microphone to her mouth once more. "And his opponent; he is the World Heavyweight Champion, Randy Orton!"
"I want you to stay with Lillian" Chris commanded softly to the red head beside him. "If Evolution does come down to the ring, you can always exit through the crowd."
The red head raised a brow, her gaze flicking between the current champ and the former champ. "I know they're coming down to the ring, but I'll be damned if I exit through the crowd." She squeezed her friends shoulder re-assuringly before she did in fact, exit the ring to join Lillian.
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Midway through the match, and no Evolution
The red head frowned from her spot; wedged between the ring announcer and the time keeper. She had to admit, just like the night before; Randy was certainly holding his own against the Canadian Crippler. But, she still couldn't shake the obvious.
Hunter said Evolution is the Solution..if that's the case, where are they?
Evidentally, the diva wouldn't have to wait too long before Hunter, Flair and Batista made their way down to the ring. Lita leapt to her feet just as Chris was delivering a straight right hand to Hunter. By the time Benoit had taken down Batista; the red head was at the stairs biding her time. She winced when Randy scored the RKO, and shook her head; disappointed hazel orbs taking in the scene.
The diva just got out of the way as Chris came crashing into the very steel steps she was parked at.
"Chris!" The red head exclaimed softly, crouching by her friends side. "Chris,come on...talk to me" She pleaded, a hand reaching out to gently rest on his shoulder.
"I'm alright Lita" The Crippler sent the red head a shaky smile, his own hand absently coming up to touch the light gash on his forehead. "It'll take more than that to bring me down."
"Well, let's get you out of here" Lita frowned at the cut, turning angry eyes to the ring only to gasp in surprise.
Chris and Lita, from their spots near the stairs looked on in shock and terror as Batista, Hunter and Flair decimated the Champ.
"You are nothing without Evolution!" Hunter declared to an already fading Orton, holding the belt in his hand. "Nothing!"
"Chris we--"
"Lita get me a chair" Benoit ordered sharply, ignoring the slow trickle of his own blood on his forehead. "Now"
The red head did as she was asked, but waited with Chris until Evolution had exited. "You go check on him, I'll make sure they don't come back."
The diva nodded absently, slipping through the bottom ropes; creeping over to the fallen Champ. She winced, chewing on her lower lip as she absorbed the grusome sight before her.
"Dear Lord," She whispered, sitting back on her heels; mere inches from the broken body. "Why"
Hesitantly, she reached a hand forward; her fingertips just brushing against his shoulder. "Hurry up and get some help!" She demanded sharply to the nearest body. "Hurry up!" The red head winced when hazy blue eyes turned to her; the usually confident air gone.
"It'll be alright" She whispered shakily, "Maybe not now..but it'll be alright" Forcing a smile, the red head locked eyes with Randy, breaking the contact when the much needed trainers and officials finally entered the ring.
"M'am?" A trainer looked to the diva. "M'am, we'll need you to leave the ring now."
Lita nodded, rolling out of the ring as requested. Her movements mechanical as she kept her gaze trained on the ring.
"He'll be okay Li" Chris Benoit firmly, but gently re-assured the diva. "He's getting the help he needs,"
"Physically" She responded quietly, her eyes still watching the sight in the ring. "But otherwise?" She shook her head, stepping back further when the trainers slid the champ out of the ring and onto the waiting stretcher.
"I'm going with them" Was her quiet declaration, as the red head did in fact follow the trainers up the ramp; not realizing that Chris was coming with her until she heard the footsteps beside her.
He mumbled, offhandedly gesturing to the small gash on his forehead. "I need to get this looked at anyway"
The diva nodded, knowing full well that excuse was full of b.s. The two following grimly behind the team of trainers and officials surrounding the young champion.
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"Sir" The trainer frowned at the stubborn young man. "Sir, you really need to get to the hospital."
"No I don't" Randy argued weakly, wincing when he shook his head. "I just need to rest."
"Sir, they can give you the painkillers that we can't give you. Please."
"I don't--"
"I'll take you" The red head offered quietly, exchanging a look with Chris. "And in the mean time, Chris can go get your stuff."
"Why?"
"I really don't think you're in any position to argue right now." The diva raised a brow, tilting her head at the champ. "So either I can take you to the hospital, or I can go and find Hunter and he can toss you in the limo and maybe take you to the hospital. What'll it be?"
Randy opened his mouth to protest, but shut it quickly when another wave of pain shot through his battered body.
"Let's go then" He managed to say through clenched teeth.
"I'll meet you in the parking lot" Chris offered to the red head, "Or should I just go back to the hotel?"
"Parking lot" Lita smiled weakly as she stepped to the champs. side. "It'll take us awhile to get there anyway."
The native Canadian nodded, nearly smirking in amusement as the man who usually towered over the diva; now depended completely on her. The corners of his mouth did tug upwards as he exited the trainer's room
"If you lean on me, we'll get there quicker"
"I don't need your help"
"Yeah right, so you're telling me you can walk in a straight line? Please."
"You're making my head hurt."
"Well, the sooner you co-operate with me, the sooner we can get your head taken care of."
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A few hours later, a stitched up Randy Orton and an exhausted Lita sat around in the waiting room of the local hospital. The only thing preventing them from leaving now, the arrival of the painkillers.
"Now," The E.R. Dr. looked between the odd pair. "Here's your painkillers and" He pulled a small piece of paper from his coat pocket. "Here's a script for one refill."
"Thanks" Orton managed as he took the bottle from the DR. "Can I leave now?"
The DR. frowned a touch, looking over the clipboard in his hand."Miss?" He eyed the red head, making his presumptions. "He'll need to be watched over the next 48 hours."
The red head blinked, opening her mouth to protest only to be cut off.
"Here are the symptoms to watch for" The DR handed a printed sheet to the diva, "Call if there are any changes." He nodded his farewells to the two before turning briskly on his heels.
"Well then" The red head looked scanned the sheet before folding it neatly. "I suppose you need a place to crash, hm?" She turned hazel orbs to the man beside her before she wordlessly lead the way out.
Given the current state of mind for Randy and the current state of near exhaustion for them both; the ride to the hotel was silent, save for soft strains of the car radio. Truth be told, the red head prefered it that way. For one thing, she really didn't know why she was in this position in the first place. It wasn't like she and the cocky young man were the best of friends; far from it. All she knew, was that in this one night; the winds of change had blown stronger than ever before.
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End Prologue.