The Fire Within
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Summary: Lita looks back on the past and realises that Kane cares for her. Lita/Kane
Chapter 2
Lita sighed, before looking out of the window, seeing pale blue skies shining over the city ahead, the cars buzzing like flies in the background. She felt stiff – she hadn't walked in ages, yet she was anticipating the physical today when they would check the progress on her leg. She blinked before remembering her dream several nights before of the last encounter she had had with her husband, who was either too busy, or scared to visit her. She was after all the Walking Kiss of Death.
Don't think that Lita, that's only what that slut wants you to think. She told herself firmly before remembering the dream. Her confusing feelings returned almost as though she was back in the ring, with Kane, their eyes locking. She realised that he did care for her, after all he did save her from Snitsky… and Trish for that matter, but she was confused right now. Many months ago she had thought he was a heartless monster who screwed around with people's emotions for his own personal gain. Well, he still was, really. He did after all break her up with Matt. Which got her thinking, she hadn't heard from him at all, since Kane chokeslammed him to Hell. She was beginning to wonder if Matt went over to TNA to escape Kane… or her… She sighed, before running a hand through her hair and buzzing the red button, calling for a nurse.
"Yes dear?" the nurse asked, she looked to be in her late fourties, with wiry hair and bags underneath her eyes.
"What date is it today?" Lita asked, her voice cracking slightly as she had not spoken for a while.
"It's February the 14th, dear," the nurse said before turning on the TV, and tonight's RAW was currently on, returning from the break it showed Trish in the ring. Luckily the nurse was gone or she would have seen Lita fuming silently again. Watching her cautiously she heard Trish say that Christy was a slut for posing nude on Playboy Magazine. Watching the sultry redheaded Diva Search Winner emerge from backstage she saw, a smile approaching her lips, as Christy announced that Trish was, in fact, a slut herself, for sleeping with half the locker room. Lita laughed at that. Turning off the TV, she felt slightly better.
Emerging from her bed for the first time since the match with Trish, Lita was now trying desperately to walk, her ACL still hurting, yet she was able to limp. The doctor said that her progress was improving, but she needed to support herself via crutches. She nodded, before sitting down on the bed again, exhausted, but glad she was leaving soon.
"Excuse me, Miss? There's a Mr McMahon on the phone for you…" the nurse said, passing Lita the phone, she frowned.
"Yes, this is Lita speaking…"
"Lita, good to hear from you, how is your leg?"
"I've had worse pain than this, Mr McMahon, but I can at least stand up, though."
"Well that's a relief, because I have a proposition for you by Miss Christy Hemme…"
As Vince McMahon continued to tell Lita about the upcoming storyline Lita's hard line of a mouth erupted into a toothy smile, that made her shine like the morning sun.
"So… is it a yes? Will you return to RAW?"
"Of course I will, Mr McMahon, if it weren't for the damned ACL, I would've been there earlier."