Title: Appearances Can Be Deceiving

Author: Luna

Feedback: Always appreciated!

Archive: Full Moon Romper Room, WWEATSBTVS, anyone else just ask I'll probably say yes.

Rating: PG-13, for the moment. I, however, reserve the right to up the rating should the need arise!

Pairings: Lilian?

Disclaimer: Vince McMahon owns the WWE. Nothing is being gained from this, except a need to pass the time.

Summary: Someone's got their eye on Lilian will he finally get the courage to ask this lovely Diva out?

Spoilers: None that I'm aware of.

Anything else: Oh we must thank Paulena for this little bit of fun. (This is in response to the second Lilian challenge.) It was her challenge that made the plot bunnies multiply. I'm using these characters as I see fit. I'm not going to be going against the nature(s) of those involved. At least I hope I'm not. Any comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.

Author's Notes: Normally I would send this to my beta to make any necessary corrections, however she's unfamiliar with the WWE so I'm going to send this story out WITHOUT it being beta'ed. Please keep that in mind when you review. Thank you for your time and patience.

Chapter Two

As the night wore on, the more the worry of her up coming match weighed on Lilian's mind. She still didn't have any idea about how to get out of it. Everyone that she'd spoken to had even less advice then Jazz had had. It was not encouraging to say the least.

Outwardly she never showed the strain of her ordeal. Her smile was just a bright, her demeanor just as friendly. The entire roster was buzzing about her match. The women were horror struck, well most of them, and the men… well let's just say they were really looking forward to tonight.

It wasn't that they hadn't noticed how attractive she was. It had more to do with that fact that she managed to embody both innocence and sex appeal. The combination had more then one male on the roster in her thrall, even if she was completely unaware of it.

Her match with Nidia was going to be the high point for the first half of Raw. With a feeling of dread she handed off her announcing duties to Jonathan. He gave her a sympathetic smile and reluctantly took the mike from her.

Lilian's feet felt leaden. They didn't want to make the trek to the locker room any more than they wanted to make the trip back to the ring. She, however, wasn't going to let Eric get the best of her by acting like a child and refusing to do this.

In the locker room her feelings of anxiety increased as she scanned the contents of her travel case. The majority of the clothing was skirts and dresses. That wouldn't do, not at all! She wanted to keep her clothes on!

There was a knock on the locker room door. "Um... Ms. Garcia?"

The voice was unfamiliar, probably one of the numerous stagehands that the WWE employed. "Yes?"

"I've got a package for you," he responded.

The blonde's brows drew together. Who would be sending her a package and why now? 'Only one way to find out,' she thought as she crossed the room and opened the door. The man on the other side looked uncomfortable. In his hands was a large mustard colored envelope. She was even more confused now then when she'd been told she had a package.

The older gentleman handed her his burden. Once that was done he turned and left Lilian standing in the doorway looking confused. A cameraman stood a short distance away capturing the whole scene and televising the entire thing.

Watching the monitor in another locker room, an agitated wrestler paced as he gnawed his thumbnail, pleading with the screen. He didn't know what had possessed him to do this. If it wasn't well received he could wind up looking like the biggest fool on the planet "Open it. Open it."

The locker room door opened and the redhead rolled her eyes at the display. "Why don't you try actually talking to her," asked the now sidelined diva.

"Bite me, Lee," he replied without breaking eye contact with the monitor.

"She's got a point," Kane said as he entered the room right behind her. Despite what the show would have the viewers believe, the big red machine and Lita did not despise each other. Theirs was a solid friendship, which is probably what made the hatred seem so believable.

"Not you too," the wrestler exclaimed. "It's bad enough I get from her, but now I have hear it from you too." He was working himself up to a royal pout.

"Well if you spoke to her you might actually get a shot at asking her out," the big man said.

"Oh shut up! Both of you." His brows knitted and his arms crossing over his chest.

Shaking her head she turned and closed the door. With trembling hands she slowly opened the package. What fell into her hands couldn't have shocked her more if it'd been a live snake. Though this "present" didn't have teeth. A slip of paper fluttered to the floor.

Lilian ignored that for the moment and studied the gifts that had been sent. It was a pair of black jeans, a rather clingy looking long sleeved sapphire blue shirt, and finally a pair of black eight hole Doc Martins. A look at the tag on the jeans, and the bottoms of the shoes revealed that someone had known her sizes. Of course someone could have talked to one of the girls in costuming to find those out.

The thoroughly flummoxed announcer picked up the note. A carefully typed message read, "Thought you m­ight need these. A. Friend." Nothing more, nothing less. It left her completely baffled. Someone had gone to the trouble to obtain her dress size and help her.

It was common knowledge that Lilian rarely wore anything other then skirts and dresses to the arenas. Her duties were normally nothing more strenuous than the occasional interview. However it was the note that piqued her curiosity. It was typed, which to her mind meant that it was someone she knew, and that she would recognize his or her handwriting.

That thought gave her pause. If it was one of the guys that wouldn't explain a thing. She wasn't in a position to bolster his career. So why would they even be interested in her. She sighed; it always came down her insecurities. About the only thing Lilian was confident about was her singing ability. That was something no one could argue with; her talent was undeniable.

Another knock on the locker room door brought her out of her reverie. "Yeah?"

"Ms. Garcia, you have fifteen minutes," the stagehand told her.

"Okay," the announcer replied. She slumped onto the bench the clothing still clutched in her hands. She drew a deep breath and gave herself a mental shake. She could do this; she would do this.

With that thought firmly in mind she began to change from announcer to wrestler. As she shed her normal evening attire her entire attitude shifted. Each piece of clothing that was replaced was a like a brick in a wall. Replaced was the friendly, caring announcer that all of the wrestlers never minded talking to.

The woman that walked out of that locker room had a narrow-minded focus. Not only would she go out to that ring, she was going to make Nidia very sorry that she had ever entered the ring against her. Now if she could only get the butterflies in her stomach to calm down the transformation would be complete.