The Fire Within
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Summary: Lita looks back on the past and realises that Kane cares for her. Lita/Kane
Chapter 1
She was lying in an ordinary bed in the hospital room that she had been in for several months. Her leg was up in a sling, her fiery hair was cast behind her, and her hazel orbs were hard and cruel, unforgiving. Her mouth was set into a stern line, her expression hadn't changed since she had been carried away on the stretcher and Trish had obtained her title. The one thing she had worked so hard for. Every single day of every single week she strived to show that she was better than the other Divas… That she was worthy of being the Womens Champion. She liked holding the Championship belt. And she hoped she would do it again.
Her hands twitched and she put out her hand to the remote that gained her access to the one thing that showed what the enemy was thinking, be it Gene Snitsky, Trish Stratus, or even Eric Bischoff himself. She pressed the button and her stomach churned slightly when she saw her husband, not by her own free will, mind you, Kane. He was rushing to the ring, pummelling Simon 'Mr Fat Buster' Dean, but then as her fists grabbed onto the white sheets beside her, she saw the form of Gene Snitsky rushing into the ring, they brawled for a while before, and she gasped as it happened, Snitsky rammed a steel chair into the throat of her husband, and she bit her lip as she saw the crimson blood spurt out of his mouth, letting another gasp escape her mouth, she glared at the screen of the television where Snitsky was leering at Kane, she saw him mouthing 'It's not my fault' at Kane and after a while she sighed, turning off the TV and slumping back on her pillow.
The last few months had been Hell, she had to admit. First her boyfriend and fiancée Matt Hardy just disappeared out of the blue to go to TNA when she needed him most, then she got married to the most sadistic being in the universe, and now that trashbag whore was parading around with her Women's Championship. Lita closed her eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep.
After a swift right to the blonde snarling Trish Stratus, Lita heard the entrance music of a man she loathed, despised, one of whom she would spit on his grave. Gene Snitsky. Her eyes grew wide as she turned to see him leering at her, running up to the ring. The next second Lita saw stars as Trish delivered her fatal Chick Kick. She blinked sheepishly before her arch nemesis, female that is, dragged her to the corner near the turnbuckle, she felt Gene Snitsky stroke her cheek sadistically, smelling his rancid breath, before he put her head in the chair like had done to Kane in October. Panic seized Lita, but the pain immobilised her, tears threatened to spring from her eyes as she heard Snitsky climb to the top of the turnbuckles, the blonde slut cheering him on as he did so.
And then he arrived and Lita's heart soared. She felt her pain ebb away and she sat up slowly, taking the chair out and watching as Trish ran away in fright, leering at Lita, who then turned to see Kane throw a bloodied Snitsky into the crowd. She continued to watch Kane, her face emotionless, as he stepped into the ring with her. The crowd watched as they stood there, saying words they couldn't hear.
"I'm here now, Lita." He said quietly, and she looked into those pale eyes and felt confusion. If he was a sadistic monster then why was he caring for her?