Title: The Secret of Her Sorrow

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. What a surprise.

Rating: R

Spoilers: Nope. I think.

Summary: Lita decides to take her life into her own hands again, after the break-up with Matt. She never would have predicted that she would find herself in even more precarious relationship than before. Includes: Lita, Stacy, Edge, Randy Orton & others.

Thanks to: justagirl8225 and tiears for the reviews.

Chapter three: Back at the hotel

The hotel seemed exceptionally deserted as Lita walked across the lobby towards the elevator. There were only few occasional individuals sitting on a bench or talking to each other quietly in a corner.

She stepped into the elevator, pressing the button to the fifth floor. She picked up the keycard from her pocket as the doors opened, tossing it in the air before catching it as it fell. She continued like that until she reached her and Stacy's hotel room, slipping the keycard into its place and waiting for the signal to turn green before turning the door knob.

She stepped in, switching on the lights. The lights however, were quickly shut again as a squeal of surprise and a loud thud reached the redhead's ears. She had caught enough to know what exactly was happening in the hotel room and she rolled her eyes as Stacy jumped off the bed. Lita couldn't see the expression on the blonde's face because of the darkness of the room, but she guessed that the blonde was blushing.

"Is it safe to put the lights on?" Lita asked, amused. "Are you two decent in there? Because if you aren't then – "

"Of course we are!" Came the resentful answer from Stacy along with a huff and a furious dress smoothing.

As Lita pushed the light button again, it became clear what had caused the thud she'd heard earlier as Edge's head appeared from the floor behind the bed. He was holding his head as he stood up, while Stacy was standing with her hands behind her back on the opposite side of the bed.

"So", Lita started, barely able to suppress a laugh as both of the blonde's heads snapped towards her, looking like a couple of deers caught in the headlights. "You had a good time then?"

Stacy shifted her weight from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable. She glanced briefly at Edge, before lifting her gaze at Lita. "Yeah, we did."

Lita smirked, throwing the keycard casually onto the nearby desk. "That's good." She looked at Stacy, before adding. "I see you took my advice after all." She glanced pointedly at the wrinkled bed. Stacy's face grew red, the blonde woman averting her gaze before turning to glare at Edge when she caught the grin that he wore on his face. Edge quickly raised his hands in defeat, before turning his attention to Lita.

"You know, you have the most horrible timing."

Lita raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? I'm so sorry for coming to my hotel room, which I never should have even left by the way, and interrupting your little play in my bed." She turned to Stacy, enjoying the blush that still lingered on her face. She then flopped down onto an armchair, crossing her legs. "I'm actually quite interested in knowing why exactly you twodecided to play in my bed instead of yours, Stacy." She smirked. "Or was it just those decisions made in the heat of the moment?"

Stacy scoffed, her hands flying to her hips. "I don't think you need to know that. And Lita, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop using the word 'play' in this situation."

"Oh, but I think it's such a good word for it" she said, smiling. She took in the awkward air around the two, who still hadn't moved from their spots on either sides of the bed and raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to just stand there all night or what?"

That alerted them, both of them quite jumping as far away from the bed as possible and from each other. Lita smirked openly. They were acting like some teenagers with a crush. Funny thing to see actually. She shook her head then, deciding to lighten up the air a bit.

"So, you up for supper?"

The blondes glanced at each other, some silent message exchanged between the two, before Stacy shook her head. "We've eaten enough already to last for a week", she smiled up to Edge, before taking his hand and accompanying him to the door. Few silent words were exchanged before Stacy tip toed herself and brushed her lips lightly against his. Edge then gave her a charming smile, kissing her on her forehead. He waved at Lita as he opened the door and disappeared behind it.

Stacy spun around happily, sending a wide smile to her redheaded friend, who rolled her eyes with a smile of her own. "I take it you had fun tonight?"

The blonde hopped her way to the bed and sat down, a dreamy smile on her lips. "Oh, it was fantastic!" She squealed, collapsing onto the bed and resting her weight on her elbows. "The restaurant was amazing. The food was delicious and the whole place was just… breathtaking."

"Breathtaking, huh?" The silly smile covering the blonde's face was the only answer she got, so she shrugged figuring the long legged diva was off to her own world again. Stacy did have a tendency to be a bit absent-minded. Well, maybe more than just a bit. "Did you go to the beach?"

"Yeah. It was so beautiful. We had a small picnic there on the sand, just some grapes and sandwiches with wine and stuff like that." Her face shone as she continued. "He had brought a blanket and even candles with him, can you believe it? That was so sweet!"

Lita refrained herself from informing that a picnic usually required a blanket and the candles were only practical because of the time of the day. "Yeah, he's a sweet guy. He seemed pretty quiet though."

Lita sent a questioning look to Stacy as the blonde giggled softly. "Oh don't worry about that. He was just a bit unsure of himself."

Lita raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"

This time the blonde burst out laughing, confusing the redhead even more. "Just before you came, we had a… um, some sort of a conversation", she said, her cheeks reddening just a bit. "About what we'd do if someone came in. He kept saying that nobody would be coming and then I just happened to mention something about you." She glanced at the redheaded diva with a mischievous grin.

Lita narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just something about if you decided to walk in on us, so to speak, you wouldn't take it too kindly that we were on your bed." Lita raised an eyebrow at this, urging the blonde to continue, which she did. "He in fact even paled a bit when I said you'd probably whip he's ass all over the room, forcing him to make closer acquaintance with every article in the grabbing distance. And this, if you were on good mood. If not, then he should prepare to live with the knowledge of never having children. I told him you had a mean kick."

Lita looked at the blonde, incredulous. "And he believed you?"

"Every word."

The redhead burst out laughing, shaking her head all the while. As the laughter calmed down she tried to put a disapproving look onto her face, but the small twitch of her lips ruined the attempt. "You're evil, you know that right?"

Stacy shrugged, before sending a grin to the redhead. "Maybe a little. That's what I get for hanging out with the likes of you." Lita raised her hand to her heart, an exaggerated sigh escaping her. "And I thought we were friends."

"I've been living in that belief from the first day I met you."

Lita only snorted, shifting in her seat. She then stood up, glancing at Stacy. "You know, I think I'll go get something to eat. It shouldn't take too long, but you don't have to wait up for me. You look pretty tired." Stacy nodded, starting to say something when a big yawn stopped her, stretching her words so only some incomprehensible sound came out. She smiled sheepishly, before shrugging. "Yeah, I am. I'll probably be asleep when you come back."

The redhead nodded, before waving at Stacy. She was just turning the doorknob, when Stacy's voice rang behind her. "By the way Lita, where were you tonight? I mean, I was surprised to find you gone, when we came." She winked. "But I'm not complaining."

Lita rolled her eyes, before answering. "I went out." She glared at the woman, when her brows shot up in disbelief. "Oh stop that. Okay so maybe I haven't been out in a while – "

"If a year can be called a while, then sure."

" – but I'm not dead and I'm sure as hell no hermit. And it's only been a couple of months or something, not a year."

Stacy raised an amused brow at the redhead, who puffed before entering the hallway and shutting the door behind her with a slight thud.

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The elevator took her down to the first floor and swiftly she strode across the lobby and to the cafeteria. There were a few lonely people sitting here and there, one drinking beer while the other had juice. Someone was apparently moping in the corner, his elbows were resting on the table and his hands covered his face.

It didn't take long until Lita had ordered and after a few minutes, she wiped her mouth to the napkin and sipped some water, her small plate empty. She stood up, but when she entered the lobby, she didn't turn to the elevators, instead walking through the front doors and outside to the cold winter air.

After a little walk in the surroundings and a visit to a booth to buy a chocolate bar, the redhead decided to return to the hotel. By the time she entered the lobby, she was shivering from the cold. Quick steps took her to the elevator, the diva in hurry to get back to the hotel room, as she rubbed her arms to lessen the coldness.

As the doors opened, she stepped in to the elevator, pushing the button to her floor. Just as the doors were closing, a hand was slipped in to prevent the doors from shutting. Lita quickly pushed the button that opened the door, letting the person in.

The person that was Randy Orton.

For a second time today she ran into him. This was certainly not the best of days. She then frowned. Why wouldn't it be a good day? Why would his presence affect her day in any way? His earlier words rang in her mind and her frown deepened. He'd asked why she was so against him. But she wasn't against him, was she? Well, maybe a little. But why? He had never done anything to her, actually the few times she'd been in his company, he'd been very polite and friendly to her. Then why was she so, not against him, but so distrustful of him?

Her thoughts were cut, when a hand was waved in front of her face. She snapped her head to the side, sending a questioning glance to Randy Orton. He shrugged. "Just asked if it was safe to speak to you. But you seemed to be so deep in thought that you didn't notice."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Why wouldn't it be safe?"

He raised a brow at her, pushing the smart-ass comment he had on his tongue to the back of his mind. Instead he murmured. "No reason."

She glanced suspiciously at him, before lifting her gaze to see what floor they were on. A frown found its way back to her face when the board above the door told her they were still on the first floor. She voiced her perception to the man next to her and after a second they realised that none of the buttons on the wall were active.

Randy looked amused as he asked what floor she was on. It happened to be the same floor he was on, so the button was pushed and the elevator began to rise. Lita crossed her arms over her chest. "I did push the button."

Randy's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything. The redhead glared at him. "I did!"

"I'm not doubting", he said, tucking his hands in his pockets.

"Yes you are", Lita argued. The Legend Killer raised an eyebrow, but stayed quiet.

Stupid Legend Killer and stupid eyebrow.

The peep of the elevator declared they were on their floor and after a second the doors opened. They stepped out of the elevator together, their arms brushing against one another. They walked side by side in silence for a while, before the redhead turned to go to a different corridor.

"Good night", Randy said, watching as she started off to another direction.

"'Night", she answered routinely over her shoulder, before striding towards her room. As expected, Stacy was sound asleep by the time she got there, the redhead being careful not to wake her up as she closed the hotel room door and slipped into the bathroom. After a few minutes, Lita found herself lying comfortably under the warm covers of her bed, the cold long gone from her bones as sleep overtook her.