Title: Born Worrier
Rating PG 13 for slight slash content.
Content: not much,
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters mentioned herein, and make no implication about them. Just using them for my own personal amusement.
Summary: A little ficlet about when Randy RKO'd Stacy.
Author's note: Found this on my laptop, I like the interaction between Randy and Stacy, but in this format I don't know what else to do with it. May end up using the dialogue in another fic (I'm determined to write Randy/Stacy one day).
"Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, I'm just gonna go check that Stacy's OK, meet you at the car?"
Shawn nodded and slung his bag over his shoulder. He gave his lover a quick kiss and headed for the door. "Don't be too long. With all this shit with the Undertaker, you need to watch your back."
"I know. I'll be careful."
Randy made his way to the Divas' locker room and knocked sharply on the door. When Christy answered she gave him a dirty look.
"What do you want?"
"I want to see Stacy, is she there?"
"What makes you think she'd want to see you after what you just did to her?"
Randy cringed. He felt bad enough anyway. He heard Stacy's voice from behind Christy and watched as the door opened wider, seeing his former on-screen girlfriend stretch and walk over to him. His heart was gladdened as it looked like she was OK.
"Hey, LK." She kissed him on the cheek, "how's it feel to be a bad boy again?" She laughed, leaving Christy looking very confused.
"Good. Are you OK?"
"I'm fine. You didn't have to cushion it quite so much, I'm a big girl you know."
Christy was staring at them in surprise, "you mean you planned that RKO?"
"Of course," Stacy looked at Christy as if she was stupid, "I don't want the Undertaker coming after me to get at Randy so we figured this was the best way of ensuring he wouldn't. And Randy's so much better as a heel."
Randy grinned. "I'm good any way sweetheart and you know it." He pulled her close and ran his hands up and down her back seductively. Stacy just laughed and shook him off. "Listen, Shawn's waiting for me, I gotta go, just wanted to check you were OK. I'll see ya later babe, say hi to Trish for me yeah?"
"Will do honey," Stacy kissed him affectionately and slapped his ass. "Go on, I don't want Shawn worrying about you."
Randy didn't either. Shawn was a born worrier. He blew Stacy a kiss and sprinted off to the parking lot. Sure enough, Shawn was waiting with the engine running. Randy threw his bag in the back and jumped in the front seat.
"Stacy OK?" Shawn immediately drove off. He knew that Randy didn't take the Undertaker's threat seriously, but he'd had enough matches against the Dead Man to know that he wasn't one to be messed with.
"Yeah, she's fine. I wish they'd never put me with her in the first place, it served no purpose. At least now he knows that she's not gonna be a part of this."
"Yeah," Shawn's voice was contemplative, "I wish you weren't a part of it either. My career nearly ended after a match with him."
"I'll be fine babe."
Shawn shook his head. He'd been like Randy once, young, thinking he was invincible. He'd learned the hard way that there was no such thing as invincibility, and that age meant nothing when you were up against a guy like the Undertaker.
Shawn also knew he worried too much. He figured that Randy was worth worrying about though.
