Title: The Secret of Her Sorrow
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. What a surprise.
Rating: R, just in case.
Spoilers: Nope. I think.
Summary: Lita decides to take her life in her own hands again, after the break-up with Matt. She neverwould have predictedthat she would find herself in even more precarious relationship thanbefore.Includes: Lita, Stacy, Edge, Randy Orton & others.
Notes: The whole Lita/Matt/Kane angle never happened.
A/N: About the writing. I realise that I can't avoid grammar mistakes, since my mother tongue isn't English and all (yes, I love excuses),but I hope you don't flame me because of them. Advice and constructive criticism are welcomed, but please don't be too cruel if you don't like the story. Now, try to enjoy the fic.
Chapter one: Going out.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"
Lita rolled her eyes as she leaned down on the soft cushions of the hotel room couch and watched Stacy Keibler who was adjusting her clothes, smoothing out the black dress she had on. She was bent over the desk before the mirror, putting final touches to her make-up.
"Yes, Stacy, I'm sure", the redhead assured for what had to be the third time in only twenty minutes. "I'm a big girl and I can handle being alone for one night."
Stacy opened her mouth to point out that the redhead had been handling the solitude for a quite some time now, but shut her mouth at the look on her friend's face. Apparently she'd realised that fact, too.
The tall woman then jumped when the phone on the desk suddenly rang loudly. She reached down to answer. "Hello", she said. "Yes, um, yes he's the one. Um, yeah. Can you tell him I'll be right there? Okay, good. Yes, thank you." She put down the receiver, meeting Lita's eyes through the mirror.
"That was the clerk from the lobby." Lita managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes again. She couldn't believe Stacy had actually asked the clerk to call to the hotel room when her date arrived. That was just… Well, that was Stacy. She smiled, shaking her head. "He's here," the blonde breathed as she twiddled her hands nervously. She stood in front of the mirror an uncertain expression on her face. "Lita, what am I going to do?"
"Well, you could rip him off of his clothes and drag him onto that very bed right there and just have your way with him like you want to." The redhead said to her friend seriously, before she burst out laughing as the tall blonde jerked around to face her, her eyes widening while a fresh blush crept to her cheeks.
"I don't want to-", she stammered.
"You don't, huh? What were you planning then? To have a romantic candlelight dinner in some nice and pretty little cloister?" The woman grinned wickedly as she took in the nasty look she received from the blonde.
"You're not funny, you know."
"Yeah, I know. I'm just teasing you." Her lips quirked. "You know I'm just jealous. Edge is such a great guy."
A dreamy expression came to the pretty blonde's face then as she nibbled her hair around her fingers. "He is, isn't he?" Suddenly a smile spread across her face. "We're going to go to the beach later on tonight, to watch the stars, enjoy the view and maybe have a little picnic in the moonlight. I know that sounds a bit corny, but I'm looking forward to it. And before that, he's taking me to this restaurant near the ocean. I've never been there before, but he says it's beautiful and…" she stopped abruptly, the dubious expression returning to her face as she bit her lip.
"What is it?"
"You think… you think he's taken his former dates into that place too? He said it was kind of his special place and he said he usually goes there only on a special occasion and seldom takes anyone with him… But he did mention he'd taken his mother there to celebrate her birthday, but he let me understand that he… What?"
"I didn't say anything."
"You were grinning."
"Yes, and your point?"
When she didn't answer, the redhead shrugged and sent another grin to her friend. "I really don't think you need to be worried about Edge and his mother's relationship. I'd say it's strictly the mother and son kind of thing and nothing you should concern yourself with. And as already stated, Edge is a wonderful guy and he wouldnever hurt you on purpose, least of all with his own mother."
The redhead watched with interest as the words sunk into the blonde's mind and gave a hearty laugh at the horror that suddenly spread to her friend's features.
"I… that's… You… Eww!" Was all she managed to say and it drew another laugh out of the redhead.
"It's not funny."
"Yes it is." The redhead said as she got up from the couch she'd been sitting on and walked to her friend, still smiling.
"Now, you need to quit fidgeting and run down to your Prince Charming, before he thinks something's wrong."
The blonde blinked and her eyes flew to the clock on the hotel room's wall and she quickly grabbed her purse from the desk behind her, taking one last look at herself in the mirror before turning to her friend with a sudden, bright smile.
"You know, Lita, I think this thing with me and Edge might really develop into something more. He's definitely a good boyfriend material and he… he makes me feel good."
Lita smiled at her friend's gayety, happy to see her in such a good mood. She'd been quite depressed for awhile after the hard break-up with Test. The bastard had been having an affair with Molly Holly, of all people God knows how long, while he'd been dating the blonde.
"I'm glad you think so, Stacy. It's about time you found someone who treats you with the respect that you deserve." Lita said earnestly as she leaned in to give the tall woman a small hug. "I want all the details afterwards, got it? Now go and have fun."
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Lita sighed as the door closed behind Stacy, her smile fading. It wasn't as if she wasn't happy for the tall blonde, she was, but this long awaited date just meant that she was going to spend yet another night by herself. Not that she didn't enjoy the quietness and peace being alone would offer, because she did. She really did.
It was just that she'd been enjoying the peace and quiet for over two months now.
She frowned at that as she returned to the couch, sitting down and drawing her knees to her chest. When was the last time she'd been out? Really been out, having some fun?
The frown on her face deepened as she realised that she couldn't exactly remember the last time. It had probably been the time when Matt had taken her to the lovely restaurant after the one House show. She knitted her eyebrows together. Could it really be that long?
She and Matt had broken up about three months ago.
It all came to her in one swift motion. The whole time after the break-up seemed to rush through her mind's eye, from the humiliating manner Matt had broken things up with her, on national television no less, to the excruciatingly long time she'd mourned over him.
Well, not mourned. She didn't mourn over anybody. Her brow furrowed.
Then what a hell had she been doing the past three months?
She realised, that outside of her job, which of course compelled her to travel and move, she hadn't really been anywhere. She had more or less isolated herself from other people, excluding her closest friends. Now that was… extremely out of character for her.
She shook her head. Three months. God, she really needed to get a grip. It wasn't like her to get all mouldy at home. She was independent and outgoing. She was extreme for heaven's sake. She snorted at her own thoughts. Yeah, and she'd spent the last three months watching television and reading books in her hotel room.
How extreme.
Somehow, the hotel room started to feel a bit too pressing. She had to leave. Somewhere. Now.
She rose from the couch and hurried in to one of the bedrooms, stopping in front of the wardrobe. The doors flew open and the redhead looked over the clothes that hung there, contemplating on what to choose. Finally, she drew out her black pants and violet top, before throwing both items onto the bed.
She shrugged, even though there was no one to see the gesture, deciding that the pieces of clothing on the bed would do. She started to put them on, in her mind going through the options of places where she could go. She was no homebody and she would not stay in the hotel room any longer. That thought in mind, she walked out of the bedroom and over to the mirror, looking at her reflection.
She unleashed her hair from the ponytail, letting them flow freely over her shoulders. She then grabbed her keycard from the desk, thrusting it in her pocket, before opening the door and vanishing into the hallway.
She would have some fun tonight.