Good Intentions

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Spoilers: Nothing that you can't read about on the 'net

Rating: T for language

Pairing: Well, I could tell you…but I won't.

Summary: She knew her friends only had good intentions, but why here? Why now.. And why him?

Notes: So, yeah.. I was trying to get some updates done and this little idea was bugging me to no end. Three parts max.. Um, slightly downplaying the Adam/Amy/Matt fiasco, t'was a one night stand in my world.. The Edge/Lita/Kane angle has already been ended.

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In the crowded club, she stood out like a sore thumb. Even amongst the sea of bodies halfway between the stage and the bar- she stood out. And it wasn't her height.. Her height was fairly average compared to the rest of the club-goers. Come to think of it, she might almost be on the short side since she wasn't donning a pair of ankle breaking high heels. No, instead of high heels, she was wearing combat boots. Steel toed at that and by that point in the evening.. She was about ready to select a victim to test the steel toed boots on.

But that wasn't what was separating her.

Perhaps it was her clothes? True yes, she wasn't dressed as scantily as some of the club-goers. Thanks to her well meaning gal pals, Trish and Victoria, she was showing more skin than she would've liked…even if her on-screen attire showed a bit more at times. But they had mercifully let her wear pants.. Skin tight leather pants, but it was either that or the short skirt. She had laughed in their faces.. They had backed off. And it wasn't like she wearing anything neon or pastel.. No, she was clad in a cropped red halter top, with her black leather pants.

But it wasn't the clothes that were separating her either.

Her makeup wasn't overly done like some of the women around her. Come to think of it, unless you looked close enough- you couldn't tell she was wearing makeup. Unlike the bleached blonde next to her. Now, that woman for example, had on way too much blush, gaudy red lipstick and a fake eyelashes. And the bubbly brunette on the other side of her.. She was wearing hideously long fake nails, an equally gaudy pink lipstick and way too much foundation. At least her friends had let her do her own makeup that night.

But, it wasn't the makeup that was separating her either.

It wasn't the way she was dressed, nor was it the shoes on her feet. Not even the light application of makeup to her face separated her from the crowd.

It was the scowl, the arms crossed over her chest and the flat out bored expression on her face. The crowd around her was moving to the music.. She was standing still as a statue. And the high heel that was in front of her, looked mighty tempting to squash.

Her head was aching from being there, her knee was sore from standing there. But alas, Lita, could not leave. And Lord knew she wanted to leave.

But she couldn't. She had hitched a ride to the arena that night with the very same gal pals who dragged her to the concert. She knew they had wanted to go to the concert -why she wasn't exactly sure- but she figured they'd just drop her off at the hotel.

She was wrong. Painfully wrong.

Instead of doing the right thing and dropping her off at the hotel, they had dragged her here. Even though she had insisted this wasn't her type of thing. Which wasn't a lie- it wasn't. Perhaps if Chris had been on stage that evening, she could justify why she was standing there. But, Chris was not on stage.. Chris was but a few feet away, chatting amiably with Shane Helms and Victoria. Damn them- damn them for having a good time.. Damn them for dragging her here.

Instead of Chris being on stage, it was none other than the WWE Champion and rapper- John Cena.

Now, Lita admitted, she didn't have a problem with Cena. Sure, he was outspoken and opinionated... But so were a lot of people backstage. Herself included. But that didn't mean she had to be standing in a sea of ring-rats, co workers, yuppies and whomever else was in attendance, to witness his first rap concert. Idly, she noted, he had the same energy on stage as he did in the ring. He got the crowd into it, much like he did in the ring. Not that she cared, nor did she pay that much attention to such things. Nor did she notice how blue his eyes looked in this light.

Nope, she didn't notice and she certainly didn't care. Blue eyes were nothing special anyway, plenty of people had blue eyes.

A sullen sigh escaped her, her scowl sinking in deeper on her face. The bimbo to her left was shaking her chest while the bimbo to her right was doing just about anything to garner the WWE Champion's attention. Why, oh why, had her friends dragged her here again? If she had really wanted to do something that evening, than she would have. Yes, she understood the whole 'lets support our co-workers' thing. But, really.. Did she have to be here? Trish, Chris, Victoria, Shane or any of the RAW superstars out that evening could have told her about it.

But no. Instead she was there in person. Rather miserably, she might add.. Trish and Victoria were going to pay dearly for this one.

With a flick of her wrist, loose red locks spilled over her shoulder; cascading down her back in a crimson wave. That was another thing that separated her from the rest of the crowd. The sadistic side of her wondered, just what kind of fire she could start if she lit a match. There were certainly enough teased out hairstyles around her.. And that only meant who knows how much hairspray. Flammable hairspray at that. She blinked, shaking the thought from her head. It must've been the time she had spent around Kane that brought that thought.

…..

"Li?" Trish Stratus half spoke and half yelled. "Hellllooo! Earth to Lita!"

Lita glared, "Thank you ever so much, ole' buddy ole' pal. You've just made my headache that much worse."

The Canadian Diva rolled her eyes, stating simply: "You'll live."

"Thanks for your concern," the redhead pinched the bridge of her nose, "How much longer are we gonna be here?"

Trish shot her a look that clearly read 'duh'. "Until the concert ends of course.. But, Vikki and I were thinking of sticking around a bit afterwards."

"Of course you were," Lita jammed her hands into her pockets, "Because, you both know how much I was looking forward to sticking around."

"Lita, lighten up." Trish flicked a piece of lint from her shirt, "It's a concert-"

"One that I wouldn't attend if given the choice."

"And he's our co-worker."

"That goes for a lot of people here, Trish."

The blonde woman sighed, "Have you ever talked to Marc or John?"

"Yes," Lita replied shortly. "I have talked to John. I have nothing against John."

"Then what is your problem?"

Trish found herself on the receiving end of a 'duh' look, "Take a good look around you, Trish." Lita made a gesture with her hand before pointing to herself, "Now take a good look at me. I don't belong here."

The Canadian Diva shook her head, "Li.. The point of us coming here tonight was to show some support for John and to have a good time."

"I'm aware of that Trish," Lita shook her head, elbowing a few people out of the way as she stalked to a vacant table. "Showing support for a co-worker, no problem. I have no problem doing that. But being here? I do have a problem with."

"You've had a problem with just about everything lately," Trish arched an eyebrow, "Don't even try to deny it, Li. I know there's something wrong."

"Are you that blonde?" Lita arched an eyebrow in turn, "Matt and I broke up, remember?"

"Lita, that was months ago."

"Two and a half," Lita corrected. "And yes- it is a big deal because we were together for four years."

Trish smirked, "So that's a good reason to just sit around your hotel room? That's a good reason to put your life on hold?"

"We are not having this conversation," Lita declared firmly. "Trish, please. It's my life, let me live it how I want to."

The blonde woman snorted in disbelief, quipping sarcastically: "Oh yeah, you're living all right.. A far cry from what you used to be." Trish sighed, smiling almost sadly at the redheaded Diva. "Li.. Is it so wrong to just be happy? To just let yourself go? What happened to you?"

The redhead's lips pressed into a thin line, "Trish- we're not having this conversation, okay? If you want me to 'enjoy' the rest of this night? You'll at least do me one favor and shut up about it."

"Fine," the blonde woman near conceded, "But that means that you have to drop this dismal mood and enjoy yourself."

Lita glared.

"Pretend to enjoy yourself?"

The redhead let out a defeated sigh and Trish smiled.

"Where the hell are we going?" Lita demanded as her friend grabbed her wrist, "Trish.. Where the hell are you-"

"We're going to enjoy ourselves," Trish stated matter of factly, "It's easier to do that out there," she nodded to the floor space in front of the stage, "then sitting down."

Lita closed her eyes as the blonde dragged her back to the spot she had been occupying previously. She knew that her friends only had good intentions for forcing her to be here. But couldn't they just let well enough alone? Despite what they thought, she was handling things perfectly fine. Yes, it hurt like a bitch that her relationship had ended. Yes, it hurt like a bitch when she found out that Matt had moved on. Not that she could entirely blame her ex boyfriend for doing so. But still.. The pain was still raw, her heart was still jaded, her head was still pounding and her knee was still throbbing.

Life sucked.

…..

One hour later found the redhead parked at the bar. The concert was over and just as Trish had stated- they were lingering to 'enjoy' the night. Correction- Trish was enjoying the night, Victoria was enjoying the night. Lita, however, was not. Since the blonde had dragged her back to the floor, the redhead had been stepped on, shoved at, called a slut too many times to count and a few random jackasses had grabbed her ass. Suffice it to say, this was not her definition of having a good time.

"Ya know," a voice began as a body settled next to her, "Outta all the faces in the locker room? Yours is the last I woulda expected to see."

Lita turned her attention away from the beer bottle in her hand, "Well if it isn't the man of the hour." She offered a short lived smile to the WWE Champion. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

John held up his hands in mock defense, "Just askin' why you're here.. S'all.. Chill."

She snorted, taking a healthy swig before she replied. "My friends, that's why. Even though I tried to tell them, this really isn't my scene, they insisted."

He raised an eyebrow, "Ain't that the truth.. Why didn' you jus' tell 'em no?"

"I tried," she took another swig, "They said I had to be here to show my support for you and because I needed to get out and live again."

John nodded, though he didn't know the full details of the redhead's personal life.. He did know the basics. He also knew enough to know that the Lita sitting beside him, was not the Lita he had encountered previously.

"Shouldn't you be mingling with your fans or something?"

"You tryin' to get rid of me?"

She rolled her eyes, setting the empty beer bottle on the counter behind her. "No, I would just think you'd have something better to do than just sit around at the bar."

The corners of his mouth twitched, "The same could be said for you, now couldn't it? Why ain't you out there minglin' or whateva?"

"Because I wasn't the one who was just on stage, that's why."

John smirked, "Well ya know.. There is a karaoke machine set up. If you wanted to that sort of thing anyway."

"Which I don't," Lita informed him tartly, "So, why are you still here?"

He gestured to the bar behind them, "Maybe 'cos I wanted a drink?"

She regarded him skeptically, "You haven't ordered anything."

John scoffed, "That's 'cos I'm tryin' to make up my mind."

"Whatever," she replied as she shifted to watch the club goers.

He watched her a moment, still surprised that she had shown up that night. He had meant it when he told her that, she was the last face he would've expected to see. For the simple fact that this scene wasn't really her scene. Or so he thought anyway, and from the looks of things- he was right. It was a welcomed surprise though when he spotted her face in the crowd. She stood out from the rest of the club goers.. Not from the way she dressed or anything, just that she stood out.

But in a good way, he thought as he looked away when she realized he was watching her.

His attention went back to her when her attention went away from him. His vision flooded with her profile, as she shifted backwards to lean awkwardly against counter. Not that he minded in any way, she was easy on the eyes. His eyes at that particular moment, and since she wasn't telling him to go jump of a cliff.. He enjoyed the moment. Granted, he and the redheaded Diva weren't exactly friends.. But they weren't exactly enemies either. John was also fortunate enough to have never been on the receiving end of her fiery temper.

For that, he was entirely grateful.

"Do you have a staring problem or was there something you needed to ask me?"

He grinned, "Nah not really.."

Lita glared, "Then why have you just been standin' there looking like a fool?"

"Nothin' better to do." He rested his elbows on the counter, "Why haven't you moved from that spot?"

"Nothing better to do," she mimicked dryly. "Why do you care?"

"Jus' tryin' to make conversation, alright?" John shook his head, "Or is it your goal in life to be the worlds biggest bitch?"

"Fuck off, Cena." Lita tossed him a cold glare, "You don't know shit about me, so don't even try and-"

"Try an' what? Be a little bit nice?" The WWE Champion threaded a hand through his short brown hair. "All I'm doin' is tryin' to talk to you."

"You've done more than enough, thanks." She replied crisply as she slipped from the bar stool. "Great show tonight, by the way.. I've had an absolutely bitching time."

He grabbed her elbow before she could leave, "Look.. I don' know what your beef with me is, but whateva it is? Can't you jus' drop it for now?" John nodded to the bar stool, "Sit down an' I'll buy ya a drink."

She snorted, "And just why would I want to do that?"

He raised an eyebrow, "You got anything better to do?"

She scanned the crowd a moment, noting that Trish and Victoria were happily occupied on the dance floor.

"Well?" John prompted when she didn't respond. "It ain't gonna kill ya."

Lita turned her eyes back to him, "On the contrary.. Drunk drivers are the-"

"Are you drivin'?"

"No."

John smirked, "Then I guess ya got nothing to worry 'bout." His grip slacked on her elbow as he patted the bar stool, "So come on.. Have a drink with me."

"You're really annoying, you know that?" Lita leaned against the bar, purposely forgoing the bar stool. "I just thought I should point that out to you."

"An'? You can be a real bitch." John fished out his wallet, setting it on the counter. "Go ahead an' order."

She glared frostily, placing an order for a shot of tequila.

"I didn't know you drank," he stated quizzically as he ordered a draft beer.

"I don't," she smiled wryly. "But now's a good a time as any right? I mean, why the hell not.. My head is pounding already so I won't really care when I'm hungover tomorrow morning. My knee is aching like hell and-"

"I got it," he cut her evenly as he removed a few bills. "An' thanks.. For showin' up an' whateva."

She peered at him curiously, before the corners of her mouth twitched into a tiny smile. "You're welcome."

He returned the smile, the two falling into a semi comfortable state of silence while they waited for their drinks. And as they waited; Trish, Shane, Victoria and Chris approached.. The four informing the redhead that they were going to head to another club before the night was completely over. The offer was extended to John; the two at the bar canceling their orders to leave the club.