Bad me, this should've been up a while ago but I've been feeling all bleah. I got the birthday blues:( . My B-day's not till Thursday but it still makes me sad. I've had bad experiences so yeah. Anywho hopefully I'll get another one up before then. Oh and this one is a bit longer so enjoy.

Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys rock.

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The first thing Faith became aware of was the extreme nauseating pain. She didn't want to wake up; she wanted to return to her state of consciousness where she didn't feel anything.

She let out a soft moan.

"Faith?"

That voice sounded familiar. She opened her eyes, squinting against the harsh light.

"Chris? Tell me I have my clothes on this time."

He let out a small chuckle but it sounded strained.

"You do."

"What happened?" She asked.

"How do you feel?"

"Like my back is broken."

There was a pause.

"Oh god, that fucker broke my back."

"Do you remember?"

"Yes, it hurt a lot. He's not human and he knew I was a Slayer."

"You told us."

"I only remember you picking me up."

"You passed out." Chris managed to choke out. In his mind, the scream was running over and over. It was something he would never forget.

"I carried you out to Lita's car and she drove us back to the hotel. You're in her room now."

"How long have I been out for?"

"Twelve hours, thirty-six minutes and Forty-nine seconds."

"Okay, that's just...."

"Creepy?" Another voice finished for her.

"Lita?"

The redheads face came into view. "Hey. I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"Forget it, better me then you. I heal a lot quicker."

"How long will this take to heal?" Lita asked.

"Haven't had a broken back. We'll have to wait."

"I'm gonna grab some food. Did you need anything? Anything at all?"

"I'm good." Faith replied.

Lita left her view and was replaced by Chris.

"Thanks." She said quietly. "But why?"

"You left my room last week before we could talk. I've been looking for you all week; I had no clue where you were. I thought you had left for good. Why did you take off?"

She sighed. "I really don't want to talk about it right now."

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Look, I just need some sleep."

He nodded.

"Just tell me one thing."

"What?" He asked.

"Whatever happens you won't go after Kane."

"But look what he-"

"Exactly why you shouldn't." She cut him off. "He knows I'm a Slayer so he'll have no problem hurting you if he knows it will get to me."

"Will it?"

She ignored his question. "Just say you won't."

"I promise."

Faith let out a soft snort. "Don't promise. Nobody ever keeps their promises. Just tell me you won't."

"I won't." He softly replied. "Faith-"

But she cut him off again. "Thanks. For everything. But I just want to sleep."

He nodded sitting back in his chair.

(Scene break)

It took Faith until Friday for her back to heal. It made sense. Her ribs could heal overnight. When she broke her arm last year, it had taken 2 days. Her back, being much larger would take longer. It was now healed but still sore and stiff as hell.

She woke up on Friday, satisfied that she could move properly and sat up in her bed. On the floor next to her, Chris was sleeping and in the other bed was Lita.

"Finally." She whispered to herself, standing up and giving her back an experimental stretch.

Satisfied that it would hold her up, she grabbed some fresh clothes so she could take a shower.

After her shower, and she was pretty sure it was the best one she ever had, she stepped out to see Chris and Lita both awake.

"How are you feeling?" Chris asked.

"Like my back's not broken." She replied with a smile.

"So where are we going now?" She asked, knowing they were behind the rest of the company.

"Well there's a house show in Vancouver tonight but that's out." Lit said. "I wouldn't be wrestling anyways. So I guess that means we're going-"

"Home." Chris said with a small smile.

(Scene break)

It was early Sunday morning when they arrived in Winnipeg. The other wrestlers had already arrived the day before so they expected to get to the hotel quickly and quietly.

No such luck. Despite the early hour, the airport was packed with fans of Chris Jericho. Signs were held up and Faith was surprised to see a few for her as well.

"Wow." She whispered to Lita. "This has never happened before."

Lita grinned at her. "You haven't been with a hometown hero before."

It took them forever to get outside as they were constantly stopping to sign autographs. When they did finally make it out though, there was a limo waiting for them.

"We got a limo?" Faith asked in disbelief. "That is so cool."

"You've never been in one?" Chris asked.

She shook her head.

"What about prom night?"

"I didn't go to prom." She said, her smile dropping.

"Why not? You must've had so many offers."

He didn't notice Lita shaking her head from behind Faith.

Faith looked at him, an odd glint coming to her eyes.

"I didn't finish school."

She threw open the door and jumped in.

Chris was right behind her.

"You didn't finish-"

He didn't get to finish. Lita shoved him hard from behind.

She got in behind him and gave them a big smile. "So, you going to give us a tour?"

(scene break)

They spent all day Sunday being shown around by Chris, He didn't bring up the whole school issue anymore, nor did he talk to her about their night together. He sensed she would pull away and was just happy to be near her again.

Monday morning saw to a ceremony for Chris Jericho. He was given a prestigious award known as the Order of the Buffalo and also a key to the city. Both Lita and Faith were there, cheering him on and Faith couldn't help but notice how nice he looked all dressed up in a suit but she quickly pushed that thought away.

After the ceremony and the signing of more autographs, they did some more sightseeing until they had to be at the arena.

Near the beginning of the show, a stagehand showed up at the locker room the three were sharing.

"Mr. Jericho?"

All three looked towards the door.

"You requested inside the ring."

"For what?" he asked, looking surprised.

"I'm not sure. I was told to get you and a few other wrestlers."

Chris nodded and stood up, Faith standing as well.

"Actually they only want Mr. Jericho." The stagehand said nervously.

Chris nodded. "That's okay. Besides I'd prefer if you stayed here anyway." He said looking at Faith. "You're probably still sore, aren't you?"

Faith waved him off. "I'm fine." She told him, although what he said was true.

"I'll stay here with Lita but if it's Kane out there, get the hell away from there. I ain't taking anymore choke slams from him 'til I figure out what the hell he is."

Chris nodded, grabbing his Winnipeg Jets T-shirt before heading out. As soon as he left, Faith made a dive for the monitor, turning it on in time to see Ric Flair making his way to the ring. Next Chris stepped out and she watched him make his way to the ring.

"Lita, who is everyone?" Faith asked, noticing everyone in the ring. She had been there for a few weeks but was still unsure of who everyone was.

"Well, you know Stacey and Ric Flair. That's Tajiri, the Coach, Jerry "the King" Lawler, and Tyson Tomko, he follows Trish everywhere."

"Oh the annoying blonde?"

Lita nodded.

"This should be good." She said as Eugene came out.

"That's a cute kid." Faith commented.

"He's also acting GM while his uncle Eric is on vacation."

They watched for a few more minutes until Eugene announced that they were all out there to play Musical Chairs. The winner would then get a title shot.

The match began and the only one playing was Stacey until The King decided to follow really close behind her.

"They're no fun." Faith complained.

The music stopped and the other wrestlers looked at each other before scrambling for a chair. Tajiri was the only one without one.

"That's more like it," Faith said with a grin.

They watched the rest of the game until only Tomko and Chris were left. Faith and Lita leaned forward in anticipation.

"So who do you think will get it?" Faith asked.

"I don't know. But Tomko will probably play dirty."

The music stopped with Tomko in front of the chair. The girls groaned but Chris wasn't about to give up so easily. Swiping up the chair, he closed it, hitting Tomko in the stomach. He went down and Chris opened the chair, sitting down on it with a self-satisfied smile on his face.

"Chris Jericho." Eugene said. "Tonight, you will face Randy Orton for the Intercontinental Championship."

Lita screamed and jumped up. "That's awesome." She yelled pulling Faith up with her. Lita began jumping up and down as she held Faith's arm.

"If you two could just move a little closer...."

The girls stopped and looked towards the door where Edge stood with an amused look on his face.

"Didn't you see?" Lita asked.

"What, with Jericho?"

The girls nodded.

"Yeah. That was supposed to be my belt. No worries though, Orton is still mine at Vengeance. Maybe I should go remind him."

He turned and left.

"Is that bad?" Faith asked.

"Nah, I think Edge just wants to pound on Orton."

"Did you see that?" Chris asked, coming into the room.

"Yes." Lita cried, running up to him and hugging him. "And you better kick his ass."

Faith smiled at him from behind Lita. "Yeah, he bothers me."

"What, no hug?" Chris asked with a smile.

Faith shook her head. "I don't do the mushy thing but good job. I should go change cause I am coming out there with you."

Grabbing her clothes, she turned and headed off to the bathroom.

"Have you talked to her yet about that night?" Lita asked. While Faith had slept off her injury, her and Chris had talked a lot. First about her and Matt, then about his real feelings for the newest Diva.

Chris shook his head. "I haven't tried since that first time and she didn't want to talk then."

Lita gave him a light smack on the back of his head. "She just broke her back, could you blame her?"

He shrugged, looking sheepish.

"Why haven't you tried since?"

"Because she's talking to me now and I don't want to ruin it."

"Oh and not talking won't?"

"What are you talking about?" he asked, confused.

"You're completely clueless, huh?"

"Clueless about what?" Faith asked, coming out form the bathroom. She was decked out in a tight red tank top and low riding tight jeans.

Lita glanced at Chris. "He's clueless about whether he should let you go out there with him or not."

Faith scowled at them both. "Of course I am."

Chris opened his mouth to protest but she cut him off.

"And there's nothing you can do about it. So what if I'm a little stiff. I fought demons in a helluva lot worse shape than I'm in now."

Chris shook his head. "I'm not going to argue. We're up in half an hour."

Faith nodded. "I'll be ready."

(Scene break)

The crowd was overwhelming when Faith followed Chris out to the ring.

"This is crazy." She yelled to him.

"I know." He replied, a big smile on his face.

"How's Lita?" He asked.

"She's okay now, went a bit crazy looking for Matt earlier."

There had been a match between Kane and Batista that was interrupted by Matt as he beat up Kane. Lita had gone in search of him but it appeared he had already left, resulting in more tears from Lita. Faith had held her as she cried.

Chris rolled into the ring, sitting on the rope so Faith could step through. She hesitated, wanting to flip over the top but stepped through the ropes at Chris' look, much to the disappointment of the fans. She raised her arms to the crowd and they started cheering.

"I think you're a hit." Chris said, stepping up behind her.

She gave him a big smile. "Maybe cause I'm with the fabulous Y2J."

"Can't argue with that." He turned serious. "Look, whatever happens, don't get involved. I don't want you hurting yourself more."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know, stay down there and be a good little girl."

He smirked. "You shouldn't say that. I remember the last time you said that."

"They deserved it." Faith protested.

His face turned serious again. "I don't care what they deserve. This time, no crazy stuff."

She rolled her eyes but decided not to argue with him. Instead she left the ring.

The match started and Faith played the art of the good little manager, cheering on Chris and throwing insults at Randy Orton. But she was bored. She hadn't been patrolling in over a week and she had a lot of pent up energy but she couldn't do anything about it.

Then, as if in answer to her prayers, Batista walked down the ramp and she broke out into a big grin.

"Fai- Liz." Chris called from the ring. "Don't even think about it."

She crossed her arms and turned her lips into a pout.

"Ruin all my fun." She muttered.

Batista wasn't paying attention to her, he was focused solely on Chris. She figured he wanted to mess with him before their match at the pay-per-view on Sunday. Apparently the match was made because of her. She wondered if Batista had the chance, he would've picked her as an opponent, not that it mattered, she could kick his ass.

In the ring, Orton threw Chris against the ropes. He hit him and went flying off, going to the opposite side but Batista held the tope rope down, sending Chris flying over the top.

Faith winced but reluctantly stayed where she was. Batista grabbed Chris, wrenching his arm behind his back before pushing him into the turnbuckle. He hit that, flying off of it into the barrier. Lying on the ground, he grabbed his left shoulder in pain.

Batista laughed and turned around, not seeing the brown hair bullet come flying at him, spearing him in the mid section. He went down and Faith jumped up, a triumphant smile on her face.

"Serves you right, asshole." She yelled, before grimacing and grabbing her back.

"You're stupid." A voice mumbled behind her.

"But he was pissing me off." She protested.

Chris slowly stood up, the pain evident on his face. "But I told you not to do anything."

"So you wanted me to watch them kick your ass?"

"Yes." He replied without hesitation.

"You're the stupid one." She told him, turning on her heel and walking back to her corner.

She gave Batista a kick in the stomach as she passed him, struggling to get up.

The match continued and Batista tried to interfere a few more times. The first time, Faith stopped him by pulling his legs out from underneath him as he was on the apron. Once again she was reprimanded by Chris before Orton decked him. The second time, Chris jumped off the first rope, twisting to kick him in the chest.

Faith, who had been there, ready to do anything if she was needed, kicked him again in the stomach, throwing a big innocent smile at Chris who shook his head before turning back to his opponent.

Batista was like a big dumb ape. He didn't know when to give up. Seemed stupid enough but his stupidness cost Chris the match.

Chris had Orton in the Walls of Jericho and he looked ready to submit. Batista jumped up onto the apron yet again and Faith headed over there. But Chris had let go of Orton and was there to knock him down. Unfortunately, it was right on top of Faith.

"Liz." Chris yelled.

"Get off of me you big dumb ape." She yelled, forcefully shoving Batista off.

Now her back really hurt and that just pissed her off more. Looking up, she saw Orton roll Chris up for the pin. Then he put his legs on the top rope to keep him down. Faith scrambled up but was pulled back by Batista so she punched him in the face. He let her go but it was too late. The bell rang and Chris had lost the match.

Orton scrambled out of the ring and grabbed his belt, joining Batista at the top of the ramp.

"Son of a bitch." Chris was yelling.

Faith scrambled into the ring to see if he was okay. She could see that his mouth was bleeding. She reached out to help him up but he batted it away, glaring up at her.

"What did I tell you?" He yelled at her, standing up by himself.

She rolled her eyes. "I was just trying to help."

"After I told you not to."

"I was just trying to make it fair. If he hadn't of shown up, I wouldn't have done anything." She yelled back at him, starting to lose her temper.

"And it cost me the match." He yelled, louder. "This was for the Intercontinental belt and I lost because I had to worry about you doing something stupid."

So that's all you care about then? Your stupid match?" She asked in a deadly calm voice.

"I almost had him tapping. He wouldn't have pinned me if you hadn't of interfered."

"So it's al my fault?"

"Yes." He snapped.

"Okay." She replied her voice still deadly calm. "That's all I wanted to hear."

She turned as if to leave but for a split second her anger took over and the old Faith came back to play. She turned back to Chris, swinging her fist at the same time and letting it connect with his jaw. It was nowhere near her full strength but she knew he felt that she didn't hold it all back. He was down, flat on his back before he registered what had happened. She knelt down beside him.

"Consider yourself lucky." She spat at him. "I've done a lot worse for a lot less."

She stood up, glaring down at him. "I'm hoping this time, I'll be smarter and remember, you're no different. You can go to hell for all I care."

She left the ring, making sure to flip over the top rope, not caring how much it hurt her back. She stomped up the ramp and through the backstage to her locker room. She slammed the door open, making Lita jump.

"I'm leaving." She snarled, grabbing her stuff and throwing it into her bag.

"Faith?" Lita tentatively said.

"What?" She snapped, turning around.

She stopped and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Li. I just need to get out of here."

"What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I'll come with you."

Faith shot her a grateful smile. "Thanks. But we got to move, now."

Lita nodded, quickly gathering her stuff alongside Faith. As soon as they finished they left the room, only stopping when they passed a monitor and Lita noticed they were showing the end of Chris' match.

Lita grabbed her arm and when Faith saw what she was looking at, she rolled her eyes.

"So not watching this." She muttered, stomping ahead of her.

Lita watched transfixed on the scene they were replaying.

It seemed Chris had fallen back onto old habits and it had pissed Faith off. He accused her of costing the match and she retaliated by punching him in the face.

Yes, now she understood why Faith was so mad.

"And my night just keeps getting better."

Lita turned around to see Trish and Tyson Tomko standing behind her.

Looks like her night had just gotten a whole lot worse.

(Scene break)

Faith was waiting for Lita out of sight but too far to hear what was going on. No way was she going to risk seeing the confrontation again. It would piss her off even more and she might do something worse like hunt Chris down and really make him hurt.

She let out a frustrated sigh. She had only been trying to help and this is what she got for it. She wondered why she even bothered sometimes. Nothing ever worked out for her, she should've known tat by now.

Retracing her steps, Faith went back to where Lita was, wondering what was keeping he red head. She got her answer in the form of Trish Stratus and Tyson Tomko.

"And people call me a slut." He heard the blonde say.

Faith saw red. Dropping her bag, she launched an attack on the annoying blonde, spearing her from behind.

"Liz." She heard Lita yell but she paid no attention to her, pummeling Trish, wanting her to pay for what she had said to one of the two people she considered somewhat of a friend. Perhaps it was a Dumas thing.

Then hands were grabbing her arms and lifting her, backhanding her across the face. He head whipped to the side but that was the only affect it had on her. She slowly turned her head back, meeting he surprised eyes of Tyson Tomko.

"I was so hoping you'd do that." She said, returning a backhand of her own that sent him flying. He went through a table and Faith was soon on top of him, punching him over and over.

"Liz." Lita cried, trying to get her attention. It was no use, the brunette was lost in her own world and it scared Lita, knowing what she was capable of.

"What the hell..."

Lita turned to see Edge stop short of the scene.

"Stop her." She cried, practically hysterical. "She won't listen to me."

Edge ran forward, grabbing Liz and hauling her off of an unconscious Tomko. Liz went to strike out at him but he dodged her fists.

"Liz girl, it's me, Edge." He said, wrapping his arms around her and ignoring the shock that went through him but briefly wondering if she felt it to for she paused for a brief moment. The anger whelmed up inside him and confused him because he had never felt it so powerful before

Other then that, the brunette didn't appear to hear him as she frantically looked around with wild eyes as her arms flailed.

"Liz?" he asked again.

"Try Faith. Lita whispered.

"Faith?" he asked, confused.

"It's her name."

Edge didn't question anymore, just turned back to the girl he was holding.

"Faith, can you hear me?"

She turned now and focused on him.

"I didn't mean to." She whispered. "I lost control, I didn't mean to."

Edge was now filled with an overwhelming sense of sadness. One that actually brought tears to his eyes.

"It's okay." He pulled her to his chest as she broke down and began sobbing.

"I lost control." She kept whispering.

Jericho ran in, holding an ice pack to his jaw.

"Is everything okay?"

Edge felt Liz, or faith, tense against him and stopped sobbing.

"You guys were live." He was saying.

"Shit." Lita whispered, closing her eyes.

"Faith?" Jericho whispered, stepping towards her.

She pulled away from Edge and glared at him.

"Get the fuck away from me?" She hissed.

He took a step back but apparently it wasn't far enough.

Faith began to struggle against Edge as though she wanted to attack Jericho next.

"Help." He said to Lita, who quickly grabbed her arms.

He was a lot bigger then Faith but it seemed as though she could easily take him down. Then again, he'd just have to look at Tomko for proof of what she as capable of.

"Chris, get out of here." Lita yelled at him, before turning back to Faith.

"Faith, listen to me. Let it go, okay? Just let it go. We're going to get you out of here."

The fight seemed to leave her again as she slumped against Edge. She didn't have to look to know he was gone now. She could feel him gone.

"Are you going to be okay with her? I still have a match."

Lita nodded. "Yeah, I'm just going to take he back to our room. She'll be upset and probably really sore later."

"You're telling me." Faith snorted, speaking up. "There's just some things you shouldn't do after your back was broken only a week ago."

Edge looked at the two women, confused.

Lita sighed, closing her eyes. "And here's to hoping that wasn't live."

"What's going on?" Edge asked.

"I should get her out of here. We'll talk later, kay?"

Edge nodded. "I really need to know what's going on but I got to get to my match. I'll stop by your room after."

"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you?" Faith said, before bursting into tears.

Lita looked at her, worried. "Thanks Edge, I can take her from here."

He nodded. "Okay, I'll come talk to you later. You now that was one hell of a spear she gave."

Lita gave a brief smile. "She's talented. Come one Faith, we gotta go."

Faith just nodded, looking utterly ashamed of herself. She let Lita lead her out of the arena, leaving behind a confused Edge and an unconscious Trish and Tomko.