Thanks to all who reviewed I would give personal thanks but am off to get ready to watch Summerslam... it should be good.

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The next week passed by in a blur for the two heartbroken divas. Both were stuck in their own misery, and rarely ventured out of their room. The only time was to travel to the next city and faith to do some late night patrolling.

Faith did end up sharing a room with Lita. She hadn't talked to Chris yet, avoiding him at all costs. Yes, that's what she told herself. She was avoiding him. That was just to forget the real reason, which was he hadn't even tried to contact her. So many times she wanted to pack up and go home but Lita would make her stay, saying she would make a good career as a diva.

"Besides." Lita would say. "You said you were looking for your purpose. Have you ever thought that being in the WWE might be it?"

That always shut Faith up. Despite her problems with Chris, being part of the WWE had felt so right. For once, she actually felt like she belonged somewhere.

Lita still hadn't gotten a hold of Matt despite her trying so much. Faith felt bad. She knew the redhead really loved Matt and she regretted what she had done big time but if Matt wouldn't respond, there was nothing Faith could do. She could only watch as Lita cried herself to sleep.

She hadn't cried since that first night but she did hurt, everywhere. Physically, emotionally and she couldn't understand it. The fact that Chris hadn't once called or she hadn't run into him anywhere made her come to the conclusion that he was avoiding her, Making her think that he must think she was a real slut.

She just wanted to talk to him. He was the first real friend she had ever made since, well since ever. Besides Lita nobody had understood her. She had missed talking to him, laughing with him, feeling his arms around her. Okay, where did that last part come from? She didn't really like him, despite what Lita had said. He was just a friend. A good friend, with a really hot body. Okay, so maybe she liked him a little but why dwell on that now? He probably hated her and she had wondered if that meant she even had a job still. He was the one to get it for her.

"You're on a contract Faith." Lita said with a roll of her eyes. "Besides if you're not going to go out there with Chris, then I would like you to stay with me. You can be like a bodyguard. If that jerk touches me one more time...."

She had been referring to Kane and Faith had agreed which is how she found herself at the arena with Lita for the next taping of Raw. Lita wasn't scheduled for a match, due to her pregnancy but had said there was something she had to do.

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They entered the diva's locker room, Lita on her cell phone, still trying to get a hold of Matt and Faith with a hat pulled low so as not to be bugged by anyone.

Faith immediately turned on their monitor to watch the show, all the while getting ready in a denim body suit with the same hair and make-up as the week before.

She wasn't watching very closely but it caught her attention when Batista started yelling for Jericho. She turned to watch.

"I want you and your bitch out here now."

Faith looked at Lita who shrugged.

"See what happens." Was all she said.

Jericho's music blasted through the arena and he showed up at the top of the ramp. When he turned around, something tugged at Faith's heart but she did her best to push it aside.

"What the hell do you want?" Chris was asking Batista.

The camera turned to Batista in the ring and Faith was surprised to see Orton and a blonde woman in the ring.

"Who's that?" She asked.

Lita looked up from her cell phone in surprise. "That's Trish Stratus. Wow they must really want to get to Chris."

"What do you mean?" Faith asked.

"A short version, there was something going on between the two, bad stuff happened and she turned on him. She used to be cool but now she's the world's biggest bitch."

Faith nodded, turning back to the screen. Batista was talking.

"Screw the tag team match. We want you, Edge, and your bitch out here now."

"As much as we'd love that, Liz isn't here today but I'm sure she'd be happy to kick your ass when she finds out you're calling her a bitch."

Trish grabbed the mic. "Maybe your little slut is just too scared to come out and fight."

Batista grabbed the mic back. "Fine then, I guess we're having a handicap match."

"Oh so I see. You need a female to help you win? At least you could've picked someone who could actually help. Trish is never very helpful. Trust me, I know."

Faith chuckled at the pissed off look on Trish's face.

"I'm going." She told Lita who looked at her in surprise and worry.

"Are you sure?" Despite her own problems she was still very aware of Faith's pain.

"Yeah. I can't watch him get hurt."

"He's a wrestler, it's in the job description."

"Yeah but not by some pissed off asshole who's hurting him because a girl kicked his ass. At least I can go make it fair."

Lita nodded, giving her an encouraging smile.

On the monitor, Edge's music was blaring. She'd have to hurry if she wanted to get there in time.

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Chris Jericho waited at the end of the ramp for Edge, not really wanting to wrestle. The only thing he wanted to do was find Faith. He messed up, he knew that. He just didn't know how badly. He was drunk and he had talked Faith into drinking, something he felt bad about, knowing how she felt towards drinking. But she did agree and she kept drinking. She didn't have too many and they didn't stay much longer. He remembered walking back with no problems and when they got to their floor at the hotel, he went to say good-bye to her. Something about the way she looked, he couldn't resist. He leaned in to kiss her and she responded. Then he was opening the door to his room, pushing her in and following, kicking the door behind him. He pulled her closer and they continued kissing, pushing her down on to the bed. Their clothes were soon gone after that. It was a wild night. One he soon wouldn't forget, he didn't see it as some one-night stand. That's not what he thought of Faith, she was so much more then that.

After she had run out, he quickly dressed and went to find her but he couldn't. He called her room but there was no answer. He packed his stuff and caught his plane, which she wasn't on but he knew she had a ticket.

He waited until the next morning then checked with the hotel to see if she had a room there but she didn't. All week he looked for her but she never showed up and everyone said they hadn't seen her.

He had gone too far, had taken advantage of her while she was drunk and she hated him now. He felt horrible knowing he had hurt her and now he couldn't even apologize. He had to face it, she had left the WWE and he didn't know how to get a hold of her.

"You ready man?" Edge asked, stepping up beside him.

Chris shook himself from his thoughts. "Uh, yeah, I'm good."

Edge nodded, not completely convinced. He knew his head was still bothering him and that his mind was on a certain dark hair diva who had mysteriously disappeared.

"Guess you're starting." Edge said, seeing Batista in the ring.

Chris nodded, rolling into the ring and facing off against Batista. His countdown started again and he turned to see his music had started again.

What the hell was going on? Didn't they realize he was already in the ring? Someone back there was screwing up.

The crowd was going wild and it took him a moment to realize that someone had stepped out onto the ramp. Chris blinked, not believing his eyes. It was faith, looking as hot as ever in a denim body suit. She was strutting down the ramp with a mic in hand, sneering at Trish. Jumping on to the apron of the ring, she flipped over the top rope, flipping off Batista as she landed.

Chris shook his head. Maybe he should introduce her to Stone Cold Steve Austin later.

She raised the mic to her lips. "So you want me in this little match, huh? And you bring out some Blonde bimbo to go against me? Dude, I kicked your ass, how is she supposed to kick mine?"

Trish grabbed a mic. "Shut up, you bitch. I'm the Women's champion, of course I can kick your ass."

"Right, I'll let you believe that but my contract says I'm not allowed to legally join a match yet."

"Maybe you're just too scared."

Faith rolled her eyes. "And maybe you should learn to read. But don't worry Trish. When I can have a match, I'll be calling on you."

"And I'll kick your ass."

"Ever think of coming up with new lines?" She didn't wait for Trish's reply as she continued. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll get your ass out of this ring."

Trish crossed her arms staring defiantly at her.

Faith sighed. "Just because I can't have a match doesn't mean I can't hurt you."

Trish still didn't move.

"Fine, have it your way."

Faith moved so quickly that Trish didn't see what was coming. She grabbed the blonde by the hair, dragging her to the ropes and throwing her over the top.

Trish looked up at her, dazed but didn't get back in the ring. Instead she trash talked Faith as she walked up the ramp.

Faith ignored her and turned back to Batista, punching him in the face. "And I'm not a bitch."

Not waiting for a reaction, she turned to exit the ring.

"Faith." Chris grabbed her arm and she gave him a small smile.

"I thought you left."

"Oh, so that's why you used me and then just threw me away?" Faith replied, an innocent smile on her face.

"No it's not like that."

Faith let out a snort. "Right. I thought you were different but no, you're just like all the others. You got what you want but don't worry, I'm not the clingy type. We had fun and now it's done."

She pulled away from his grasp and continued on.

"Hey Liz-girl." Edge smiled at her, he hadn't heard the conversation.

"Hey yourself." She replied.

"You staying for the fun?"

She shook her head. "Nah just wanted to even things up a little for you guys. You can kick ass by yourself."

Edge sat on the second rope to help her through. "I'll be glad to do it in your honor."

"Thanks." She gave him a big smile before gesturing to the rope. "I can't disappoint my fans now."

He nodded and she flipped over the top rope, heading up the ramp.

Behind her, the bell rang but she didn't stay to watch. She stepped through the curtain and slowly walked back to her locker room.

What did she expect? Him to come rushing after her, pull her into his arms and confess his love for her? Yeah right, she was her after all. Guys only saw her useful for one thing and once again she had done it.

"Hey Lita, when did you need me?"

"At the end of the show. Lita replied.

"Okay, I'll meet you before you go on, kay?"

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, just need to clear my head."

She left the locker room, going to find somewhere to be alone.

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Faith asked Lita as they waited backstage.

"Yes." Lita replied, watching the monitor.

"I mean, I could go out there and kick his ass for you."

"No, I to do this."

Faith nodded, hoping one of them would leave satisfied tonight.

"Yeah." Lita yelled in triumph. "The loser submitted."

"So now?"

Lita shook her head. "It's Kane, he's not done."

Sure enough, Kane got up and started beating up Benoit.

"Now." Lita said, looking at the stagehand, who pressed play.

Lita's music started and she stepped out onto the ramp, closely followed by Faith.

Faith watched Kane as he looked at them in surprise.

"What the hell do you want?" He was yelling.

She glanced at Lita whose face was a look of pure innocence and happiness. Faith had to let out a small chuckle, she was good.

"It's okay." Lita was saying to Kane.

"Don't come into the ring unless there's problems." She whispered to Faith, the big smile still on her face. "I'm going to make him hurt."

Faith nodded, a little unsure. Revenge was never the way to go. She knew that now. But hey look where she was working.

She watched Lita climb up the steps and go into the ring, all the while telling Kane it was okay. She picked up the belt and held it out to him, saying it belonged to him. Faith wondered what she was up to. Lita hadn't told her the whole plan, saying she needed her just in case.

Kane was staring at Lita suspiciously but she kept reassuring him that it was okay. He took the belt from her and a smile began to creep over his face as he turned back to Benoit. That's when Lita landed a low blow and Kane crumpled to the ground. Lit a picked up the belt, yelling at him to get up.

Faith's eyes widened. "Ouch, that's gotta hurt." She muttered to herself.

Then Kane turned and locked eyes with her, making hers widen more. Something wasn't right. Things were about to get ugly.

"Lita." She yelled, but the red head ignored her.

"Lita." She tried again. "You have to get out-"

Lita ran forward to clock Kane on the head but he was ready and grabbed her around the throat, lifting her up for a choke slam.

"Shit." Faith swore, rolling into the ring,

"Let go of her." She yelled. "She's pregnant, you asshole."

She went to kick his legs out the same time he put Lita down and she ran over to her friend, only to find herself held back by a hand that grabbed her around her throat, lifting her off the ground. She punched him in the face but it seemed to barely affect him.

"Are you even human?" She gasped, cocking back her fist and punching him again, this time using her full strength.

Still he seemed barely affected by it. He just gave her a manic like grin.

"What the fuck are you?" She choked out as he squeezed tighter.

He pulled her closer. "You're not the only one who can hide their strength, Slayer."

Faith's blood ran cold as he lifted her higher. She began her descent to the mat as everything slowed down for her and she knew without a doubt that this was going to hurt.

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After his match, he had spent a long time looking for her. He couldn't fine her, eventually giving up and going back to his locker room to gather his stuff. His monitor was already on and he got there just in time to hear Lita's music. He looked to see Lita walking down the ramp, accompanied by Faith. Where the hell had she been? He had seen Lita but not Faith. What were they doing willingly walking into a ring with Kane? They could get hurt. Even Faith, unless she used all her strength which he knew she wouldn't.

He watched as Lita gave Kane a low blow then picked up the belt to him only to be stopped when he grabbed her around the neck, readying her for a choke slam. Faith rolled into the ring, kicking his feet out but soon he had her in a choke hold. She punched him and when he didn't flinch, he prayed she would use more strength. She punched him again and still there was nothing. There was a close up on her and he was able to read her lips.

"What the fuck are you?"

A cold tingle shot up his spine. Something was wrong.

Then Kane pulled Faith in close and he saw her eyes widen and her mouth form an O of surprise.

Then he saw something in her that he never saw before. Something that looked so foreign on her face.

Fear.

Then he was choke slamming her and the ring crumpled in that section, sending her right through it. Kane moved away and began yelling at Lita.

He didn't wait to see if she'd get up, he took off for the ring

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Chris ran down the ramp, noticing that she hadn't emerged from the hole in the ring. That wasn't a good sign. Noticing that Benoit was beating on Kane, he rolled into the ring and peered down the hole.

"Liz, Faith, Are you okay?"

Lita was on the other side calling Faith's name as well.

"You know?"" Chris asked her.

"Everything." Lita replied.

Below them, Faith's eyes fluttered open as she let out a soft moan.

"Faith." Lita cried, reaching her hands down to pull her friend out.

"Don't." Chris snapped. "We don't know if she's okay yet."

"Not human." Faith was mumbling.

"What?" They both asked, leaning further in.

"Freak's... not human. Stronger... then me."

Can you get up?" Chris asked, glancing over his shoulder to see Kane stirring. Benoit stood near him, readying himself for another blow. Giving them enough time to get out.

"No." faith whispered, staring up at them. The look of fear crept back into her eyes and Chris didn't like it one bit. "My-my back. It's- I think it's broken."

"No." Lita whispered, shaking her head.

Chris started swearing.

"Told you. He's stronger. Knows I'm a Slayer." She gasped out, trying to take deep breaths. "Hides his strength."

"We're taking you to the hospital."

"No." Faith cried, grimacing in pain.

"Faith you have to."

"No. It'll heal ... soon. They'll know...I'm different...'sides, hate hospitals."

Lita looked at Chris. "We have to do something."

"Carry.... me." Faith whispered.

"Your back."

"Know.... pass out.... soon...just...carry me."

Chris looked at Lita who shrugged, then nodded. They really had no choice.

"Lita, keep the paramedics away, I'll carry her."

Lita nodded and took off down the ramp to head the paramedics off.

"Ready?" Chris asked, his eyes filled with worry. He really didn't want to do this.

"We... off...air?"

"He nodded I'm gonna pick you up now."

"Gonna...scream."

He paused. "Should I still?"

"Yes." She whispered.

"Benoit." He yelled at the other Chris. "We're leaving,"

The other Canadian nodded, hitting Kane one last time.

"You shouldn't do that to a woman." He yelled before joining Jericho.

"Did you need help?" He asked, looking at Jericho's worried face then the pale face of the new Diva.

"We're fine, she just wanted to make sure he was gone. We'll meet you in the back."

Benoit nodded walking up the ramp.

"Is he...?" faith whispered

"Gone?" Chris finished for her. He looked behind him. "Yeah."

"Kay...do it."

"You sure?"

"Yes." She hissed.

He reached down into the hole and put an arm under her legs and the other under her neck.

"Ready?"

She didn't answer, just screwed up her face to ready herself against the pain that would come.

He lifted her up.

Faith began to scream.

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