The room was dark and she could hear feet shuffling around. She opened her eyes a bit more before looking around.

"Lucas? Is that you?" asked Lita softly, her eyes widening as she looked at her little boy standing in the doorway.

"Of course it's me, Mom. Who else would it be?" asked Lucas and Lita went to speak. What was going on? What was happening?

"I... I don't know," she whispered in a voice that she didn't recognize.

"I'm okay, Mom. You don't have to worry about me. I'm a wrestler's child, nothing can hurt me," said Lucas smiling. Lita had always used that sentence with him when he was scared...and it had always worked.

"What are you talking about?" asked Lita softly. "Of course you're okay," said Lita, confused as to what Lucas was telling her.

"Tell Daddy I love him and tell Uncle Jeff to not be weird...and don't worry, okay? I love you too Mom," said Lucas. His eyes had a different look to him.

"No! Lucas don't say that, okay baby? You can tell those things to Daddy and Uncle Jeff!" cried Lita.

Lucas walked over and hugged his mom. "I love you Mom," he whispered softly and like that he was gone again.

"No! No, Lucas come back! Where did you go?" cried Lita, tears running down her face.

Matt tried desperately to wake the screaming Diva.

"No! No, Lucas come back!" she cried and Matt began getting scared.

"Lita! Lita, sweetie wake up," pleaded Matt and her eyes flew open. For a moment she couldn't tell where she was and then her eyes landed on Matt.

"Matt?" she asked weakly and he sighed in relief.

"Yeah baby, it's me," he said softly stroking her hair.

"He was there. I, I saw him, Matt. He, he..." her voice was cut off by her harsh sobs and Matt rocked her back and forth.

"It's okay sweetie. It's alright," said Matt softly and Lita cried a bit more.

"He said everything was going to be okay. He said there was nothing to worry about," said Lita softly and Matt closed his eyes.

Now he understood what she was talking about. He thought for a moment before speaking.

"Well, Lucas has never been one to lie," said Matt softly and Lita nodded.

"Yeah, he never was," she said quietly, looking up at Matt.

"Hey, high hopes, okay? No more tears. Lucas wouldn't want us to cry. He's going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen. He's fine."

Matt thought about his words for a moment. He really wasn't sure any more. He wasn't sure if he was convincing Lita...or himself.

"He's a wrestler's child. Nothing can hurt a wrestler's child," whispered Lita more to herself but Matt heard her.

"What are you talking about?" asked Matt and Lita shrugged.

"I would always tell that to Lucas, whenever he was scared. I'd tell him that."

"He's going to be fine Lita...I promise," said Matt.

He didn't want to say he wasn't. If he said he wasn't...if he said Lucas wasn't fine then he might believe it and he wouldn't believe that Lucas was hurt or, or anything like that.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Matt."

A/n: Ok, there's the next chapter. Hope you like it.