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The last week had been hell. She was a prisoner again. She wasn't allowed to go anywhere without someone with her and that someone was usually Randy Orton. Whenever they ran into someone, Orton would throw his arm around her even when she threatened to deck him. He would just smile and give one of his smart-ass comments about her liking it rough. She always growled at him and stomped away but he was quick to catch up with her.

The only time he was decent was on patrol. He always came with her and was always willing to help and learn what h could. She was quite surprised by it. The first time he was a total asshole but each time they went out he was always a little bit nicer. In fact, the first time he had staked his first vampire, he had lifted her into a celebratory hug. One she found herself returning for a brief moment before pushing him away.

Faith now sighed, leaning he head against the door. This was the only time she ever got to be by herself and it was because she was hiding in a bathroom. But even that was interrupted.

"Hurry your ass up." Triple H pounded on the door.

"Fuck you." She yelled. "I don't even have a match tonight."

"The boys are wanted in the ring and you're accompanying them."

She opened the door and glared at him before stomping past him. She picked up her woman's belt.

"Faith, I thought you would've warmed up to us by now." Triple h said, sounding almost civilized.

"Can't warm up to someone you hate." She yelled back, following the guys out to the gorilla.

"So why am I going out there?" She asked, annoyed.

"To make sure we win." Flair explained.

"I don't cheat."

"What the hell do you call helping your little friends?" Orton exploded.

"I made things fair." She snapped back, turning her dark glare on him.

"Then do that for us."

She nodded. "Yeah, I will make things fair, for the other team."

Batista stepped forward and lifted his hand. "You little bitch."

She raised a brow at him, not backing down. "C'mon, hit me, get that 'roid rage out."

His face became red. "How dare you say I-"

"Shut it, will you? If you're gonna hit me then do it, just don't go crying to your mommy over there-" she pointed to Flair. "-when I hit you back. Hard."

Evolution's music started and they pushed her ahead, just to show everyone who she was really with.

She stood at the top of the ramp and stared at all who was gathered in the ring. Kane was there, glaring at her. Matt Hardy was there, staring at her, with what? Respect? She couldn't be sure and she didn't understand why so she was sure she misinterpreted it. Edge was staring at her but she couldn't read his look Then she found Chris who was staring at her with disgust and hurt. She had to look away but not before noting that he was wearing her necklace. What did that mean?

Ric Flair nudged her and they started walking down the ramp. Batista and Orton saw that Chris and Edge were watching her so they both threw arms around her. Randy kissed her on the cheek.

She smiled. "Hands off assholes." She said through clenched teeth.

They let her go and entered the ring just as Eric Bischoff showed up, claiming there would be a Battle Royale. The winner would be facing the WWE Champion at Summerslam.

The bell rang and the wrestlers began attacking one another. Faith stalked the outside of the ring. Not really safe at any one side as the guys were being thrown out every which way.

She didn't help Evolution; she didn't plan on helping anyone until Matt Hardy almost pushed Kane out. She was on the other side but walked around the ring with every intention of helping Matt but she was too late. Kane flipped him over the top rope and he landed at Faith's feet.

"You okay?" She asked, holding out a hand for him.

He nodded grasping her hand.

"Thank you." He said, turning to glare at Kane.

"It's no problem."

"No." he replied in his soft southern accent. "I meant for Lita. Thank you for watching out for her. For looking after her."

"You can be doing that too." She softly replied.

He shook his head. "No, not yet, I just can't."

She nodded. "Just remember. What she did, she did because she loved you. People will do crazy things to protect the ones they love." She turned and looked at Chris.

Matt nodded in understanding, looking to where she was staring. "That's what you're doing, isn't it? You still love him."

"My whole life and I've never loved anyone but yes, to both questions just please don't say anything, I could get in trouble."

"I won't but he'll be mad when he finds out."

Faith gave him a sad smile. "Maybe but at least I'm protecting him. That's the most important thing."

Matt stared at her, his gaze intense. "Is it? Maybe he just wants to help you."

"No one can help me." She whispered.

"You're gonna have to leave now." A ref told Matt as he pulled on his arm

Matt nodded looking back at the girl who had helped him. "Bye Liz, and thanks. I hope you work things out."

She nodded. "I hope you do too. Remember what I said and not a word to anyone."

He nodded back at her, heading up the ramp.

"What the hell were you saying? Hunter's going to be pissed." Orton was yelling at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Until he was pulled away we were plotting to get Kane out. Something to help you so just chill."

Orton turned, seemingly satisfied with her answer.

"Dumb ass." She muttered, going back to prowl the outside of the ring.

Kane was eventually knocked out. It had taken Chris, Edge, Batista and Orton lifting him and Faith pulling down the rope. She was on the other side of the ring before Kane even stood up.

Eventually it came down to the four guys who had knocked Kane out. Faith was by the ramp when Batista went to throw Edge out only to be clotheslined by Chris. Batista hit the floor and she couldn't hold back her smile.

"Why didn't you help?" he yelled at her.

"Help how?" She asked.

The ref came and told him to leave.

"Buh bye now." She said with a wave.

She turned back in time to see Chris hit Edge, knocking him out.

"Liz girl." He said, all excited as he landed beside her.

"That wasn't very nice." She said, directing a frown at Chris.

"No, it wasn't." Edge replied, glaring up at Chris.

"I'm sorry man, I had to do it." Chris was saying.

Both stared up at him in disbelief until he turned away.

"I gotta go." Faith said, turning away.

"Liz-girl, wait." Edge said, grabbing her shoulder.

She instantly felt the shock go through her and momentarily froze. She turned to face him, knowing Orton's eyes were on her.

"I said get the fuck away from me. Just leave me the hell alone." She snarled, pushing him back.

Their brief contact made him understand, she was only saying this for show.

"Now leave before I decide to kick your ass."

"Whatever." Edge said, backing away. "I don't know what your problem is but you've turned into a major bitch."

Faith tossed her hair back, directing a sneer at him. "Maybe it was you."

She spun away from him, putting as much distance between them as she could.

There hopefully the jerk-offs would buy that.

It was now down to Orton and Chris and Faith walked back and forth, watching them. Orton went to slingshot out but he stopped himself and the fight was now at the ropes, both guys trying to throw the other out. Many times, it looked as if Chris would fail but each time he held on to the rope, pulling himself up and flipping over the tope rope. Then Orton RKO'd Chris and he started falling, just grabbing the rope at the last second. Faith was right there when it happened and their eyes locked. She could see that he was about to give up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Orton facing the other way.

'Don't give up." She whispered.

His eyes widened as he wondered if she meant the match or with her.

She raised her belt as if to strike him down and he was deciding if it would be better to let go or let her hit him again. He decided he'd rather fall. He let one hand go as Faith stepped forward and...tripped, landing right below him. He didn't think, just let his feet land on her before pushing himself off and hoisting himself back over the rope.

Was that deliberate? Was she trying to help him? Her didn't get to think more of it as Orton landed a drop kick on him, knocking him back over the top rope and on to Faith, who still hadn't moved.

"Are you okay?" he asked, right away.

She nodded, unable to speak. He was here, so close. If she just moved a little closer....

"Faith?"

She looked up to the ring to see Orton yelling at her. She looked back at Chris, surprise in his eyes as he wondered why they would call her by her real name. Unless she was really with them.

"Sorry."

He heard the whisper so quiet that if he hadn't been so close, he would have missed it.

Then he was flying over her as she threw him off, landing a few feet short of the barrier. Chris knew she could've thrown him into the barrier, no problem and again he wondered if that was deliberate.

He fingered the cross necklace around his neck, more confused then ever, wondering what was really going on with Faith.

"What the hell was that?" Orton was yelling at her as she looked up at him in the ring.

"I threw him so shut up."

"I would've knocked him down sooner if you weren't under him."

Faith shrugged. "I tripped." She left him I the middle of the ring, going up the ramp and backstage.

She was contemplating where to go. The bathroom was a good place to start, she was feeling sick again. She really hoped her slayer abilities would kick in and get rid of this damn cold or flu that she had. She could also run for it, maybe get far enough away before Triple H told the police.

"...She's so stupid."

She heard a female voice say.

Faith stopped outside the door.

"I know. I can't believe anyone would do that." Another voice said.

"I mean that man is all kinds of hotness." The first voice was saying. "If she wasn't in the ring last week, I would've jumped Chris Jericho then and there."

"Like hell you would." Faith snapped, kicking open the door. She came face to face with nine of the remaining diva hopefuls.

They all looked up at her surprised until one had the courage to step forward.

"We can do what we want. You don't own him."

Some of the other girls nodded in agreement.

"No but you touch him and I'll make sure you not only lose your chance at becoming a diva, I'll make it impossible for you to touch anything ever again."

"You don't scare us." The girl said, her arms crossed.

Faith raised a brow. "No? That's a pity. I'll see you girls next week."

She left the room but not before hearing one of them say. "What does she mean?"

Faith smiled to herself. Was it just her or were all blondes annoying. It was time to go find her new buddies.

The door slammed shut as soon as she entered.

"I wasn't helping him." She said, turning to face Triple H.

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Yes." She replied. "There are a lot of cables to trip over if you're not used to it. Trust me, I know, I used to be the one holding those damn cables."

He gave a half smile. "That's the first time you've talked to me without swearing."

"Yeah, well don't push your luck, I have an idea."

"Oh really? He asked surprised. "To help me?"

"No, cause that would be pushing your luck. It's about a match for me."

Triple H nodded as he turned to get ready for his match.

"Normally I wouldn't care but you do have that belt and you will have to wrestle and to be honest, I'm quite intrigued. You're actually being civil."

Faith shrugged. "I ain't putting my belt on the line just yet but I know you're buddies with Bischoff and it might be something he'll enjoy."

"What do you mean?" Triple H turned to look at her with suspicion.

"The little wannabes? Put them in a match against me. One of them wins, they have immunity. If not well I always enjoy violence." Faith finished, an evil smile lighting up her face.

"Why?"

"They got in may face just now. Started spewing shit about how I wasn't that great and that they could beat me any day. They're too cocky, wouldn't mid taking them down a notch or two."

Triple h was quiet as he mulled it over.

"Hunter.'

He looked up at her in surprise. She had never used his name before.

"These girls want to be diva's they gotta get by on more than just looks. Start out with one and send another in every minute. I pin them they're out. They pin me, immunity, even if all of them were out there, which we both know won't happen."

Triple h nodded. "I like that."

"So you can help me?" she asked, hopefully.

He nodded. "Yes, you take all of them out and it will give you power. I'll talk to Bischoff but first, we have some things to discuss."

Faith cocked her head to the side. "Like what?"

"Like my match tonight."

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her out of the locker room, explaining his plan as they walked to the GM's office.

"And how would you like to explain that, fair Lita?" Edge asked as they watched the scene between Triple H and Faith play out on the monitor.

"I dunno." Lita replied with a shrug. "He even said himself she was being civil and you can tell she did it because she wanted something."

"Why did she want the wannabe's though?"

"I dunno. I don't care how that looked. I still believe faith is being held against her will."

"I'm starting to believe you." Chris said, stepping into the room.

"You do?" Lita asked in surprise.

He nodded. "Unless she's playing us really well, which could be the case but she just- She looked so sad." He quickly told them what happened at ringside.

"I think she purposely had me read her out there." Edge said after Chris had finished. "It was a bit hard, there were a lot of emotions but she wasn't happy. There's more though...."

"What?" Lita asked when he didn't continue.

"Every time I've felt Faith's emotions, she was overwhelmed with guilt. Like she had done something really bad. It's always there but I never thought it was my place to ask. There just wasn't guilt but sadness, pain, it was all there."

There was a knock on the door and Lita was thankful. She knew why faith was feeling all those things but she didn't want to get into a deep discussion about it. Faith didn't want Chris to know about her past and Lita had to respect that, it was Faith's decision to make.

"It's open." She yelled. Faith had taught her well to never outright invite anyone in.

Lita practically fell out of her seat when the door opened to reveal Matt Hardy standing there.

"Matt." She squeaked.

He gave them a small smile. "Lita, can I talk to you?"

She nodded, getting to her feet and following him out. She threw a helpless look back at her friends who returned it with encouraging grins.

"Maybe one relationship can still be salvaged." Chris sighed as soon as she left.

"Man there's still hope."

Chris sighed again but didn't answer him.

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