Title: Until I Collapse
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own a thing.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Survivor Series 11/14/2004 and onwards from there.
Summary: Lita gets some alleviation to her frustrations in more than one way. Includes: Lita, Stacy, Victoria, John Cena & others.

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"So," Victoria stretched out the word, before continuing casually, "I saw you talking to John Cena yesterday."

"Yeah?" Lita said nonchalantly as she stuffed clothes to her bag. It was Tuesday morning and she was supposed to be at the airport promptly 11 o'clock, which was two hours from now. She was rooming with the raven-haired diva like she had been for weeks.

"Yap, so what's his deal?" Victoria watched the redhead curiously, leaning against the bedpost.

Lita glanced at the other diva. "Why don't you go and ask him."

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Why should I when I can ask you the same? So tell me, now."

Lita raised an eyebrow, tugging some loose hair behind her ear. "What exactly do you want me to tell you?"

"Well, maybe like, what did you two talk about?"

Lita was quiet for a second, before a small smile twitched her lips. "Ice-cream."

"Ice-cream?" The other diva repeated incredulously.

"Yap. Well, actually we argued about it."

"You're kidding."

"I'm not."

"Why on earth would you talk – I mean argue about ice-cream?" Lita raised an eyebrow at the other diva, who seemed to be surprisingly upset about the fact. "How can you even argue about it?"

Lita shrugged. "Oh I don't know. First way that comes to my mind would be by opening your mouth and taking advantage of that little thing that we like to call tongue."

Victoria glared at the redheaded diva, placing her hands on her hips. "That's not what I meant."

Lita turned surprised eyes to Victoria then, blinking in astonishment. "You didn't? My bad, please let me apologize for the misunderstanding."

Victoria rolled her eyes, looking at the redhead. That woman was hopeless. "You know I didn't. Now. I want details."

Lita sighed in defeat, putting down the black top she had been folding. "There are no details to tell. Unless you want me to describe what the ice-cream tasted like."

A smirk appeared on the other woman's face then, making Lita raise a wary brow. "I could ask you that," Victoria said, leaning down on her elbows on the bed. "I could also ask John the same."

Lita settled her hands on her hips, looking sternly at the other diva. "I thought you didn't want to ask him anything."

"I didn't say that. I only said I could ask you instead of him, but if you decide to play difficult, I might as well go find him right now."

Lita's brows shot up. "You wouldn't."

"Of course I would."

Lita snorted, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "You really are a prying little…" she muttered to herself.

"Sorry?"

Lita shook her head. "Nothing."

Victoria smirked. "That's what I thought. Now, spill it. How did you end up sharing ice-cream with the Doctor of Thuganomics, who I might as well remind, just happens to be on Smackdown! instead of Raw."

Lita glared at the other diva. "Alright, I'll tell you, but you'll only get the short version, got that?"

Victoria smiled mischievously. "Short's just fine. I wasn't aware there was a longer one," she raised a brow. "After all, you only ate some ice-cream."

Lita ignored her friend, flopping down on the couch opposite the bed. "After my match with Molly Holly yesterday, I ran to him, literally. And then I asked him to buy me ice-cream. And that's it. Happy now?"

Victoria looked at her disbelievingly, sitting up on the bed. "Hell no I'm not happy," she exclaimed. "You didn't tell me anything."

Lita smirked, leaning back on the couch. "I thought you said the short version was just fine. Now you heard it. What more do you want?"

"Details!" She said with a look of 'duh' on her face.

"Okay." Lita said casually. "The ice-cream was delicious. A combination of chocolate, truffle and caramel. It was also quite big, since there was enough of it for the both of us."

There was a slightly annoyed expression on the other diva's face at Lita's response and she was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

Lita smiled at the other woman, glad about the interruption, but at the same time wondering who it could be. She wasn't expecting anybody, was she? Maybe it was Stacy coming to wake them up or something. She almost rolled her eyes at the thought. Stacy always worried that they'd oversleep when there were important things to attend to. Or a plane to catch as it was in this case. She didn't believe they'd be able to wake up early enough. Which they could, of course.

However, the person behind the door was not the blonde woman she expected, it was someone rather unexpected. She wiped the surprised look off her face as she bristly greeted the Doctor of Thuganomics. "Um… Hi."

"Hi." He said plainly. He didn't really know what else to say. He didn't even know why he was there.

Lita raised her hand up to twiddle a loose strand of hair around her fingers. "So… what ya doing in here?"

John shrugged, smiling rather sheepishly at the redheaded woman before him. "Well…" he scratched the back of his neck in thought, as if it was a tricky problem to be solved. He glanced at Lita, feeling a little awkward at the situation. She looked a little confused as she waited for an answer. And why wouldn't she? You just show up her hotel room without any warning and don't even have anything to say, he scolded himself.

He cleared his throat, desperately trying to come up with a good excuse for his presence. "Well I… I was wondering if you could grab a lunch with me, you know, before the plane leaves." He didn't stutter, did he? No, the Doctor of Thuganomics never stuttered.

What a ridiculous thought.

As he glanced up her face he was met by a pair of surprised eyes. She had such pretty eyes. Such mesmerizing eyes. Eyes that he thought he'd easily get lost in if he looked long enough. That thought brought him back to reality as he realised he was staring at her. Quite intensely if he could tell anything by the way she averted her eyes.

Those pretty hazel ey -

He stopped the thought in mid-sentence. He should stop thinking about her eyes. She would think of him as some kind of retard if he continued staring.

Now that wasn't the impression he was looking for.

He forced himself to look in the other direction as he waited for the answer she was yet to give.

"Sure, why not." She chewed her lower lip quite deliciously as she added thoughtfully – Wait a minute. Deliciously? He really needed to clear his head a bit. Why was he thinking shit like this?

"I have about an hour before I need to get back here, so if it's alright with you we could leave now. I'll just tell Vicki that I'm going. Can you wait a sec?"

Without waiting for an answer she turned around and vanished into the room.

Just when he thought that she might have ditched him right on her hotel room door, there was a flash of red and Lita emerged from the room with a slightly annoyed look on her face. He could hear laughter from the room, which he presumed was coming from Victoria. He didn't question the matter as it seemed the redhead's irritation was because of whatever had been said in the room.

He also noticed the different clothes Lita was wearing. So that's why it took so long. He didn't think she'd change her clothes for a lunch. He smirked, deciding to lighten the mood a bit.

"You didn't have to change for me."

Lita looked at him blankly for a moment, before she realised what he was talking about. Then she snorted, quite unlady-likely, if you ask him. But that was just one of the things that made her so different from the others. She was herself. She didn't try to please anybody and she acted the way she was and didn't try to be anything else. She was a free spirit and she did what she wanted and nobody could tell her otherwise. She really was unique among the Raw divas.

He blinked as he realised that once again his thoughts were betraying him, leading him to analyse the woman next to him just because of one snort.

And that didn't sound quite so good. And if you thought about it more, it sounded pretty…disturbing.

So once again he emptied his mind – or at least tried to – and turned to look at her when she spoke.

"Just so you know, I didn't change my clothes for you. Or for the lunch for that matter." She shrugged. "I thought it would be best to change my clothes now, so I wouldn't have to hurry when I come back to grab my stuff before we leave."

"Now you're shooting down my self-confidence."

Lita snorted again, a smirk gracing her lips. "I think you can take it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Lita snickered. "Oh nothing."

"Yeah nothing my ass," he grumbled, but there was a gleam in the corner of his eye, that told her he wasn't really as annoyed as he sounded.

"So. Where do you wanna go?" Lita asked him as they stepped into the empty elevator.

John shrugged. "It's your choice, I don't really care."

Lita raised an eyebrow, quirking a lopsided smile. "So you invited me to lunch with you and you don't even know where we're going. Nice job, that's a perfect way to charm a girl."

"Oh so you expect me to charm you, huh?" John smirked, not admitting even to himself that what she said wasn't too far from the truth. From the truth that he wasn't really aware of yet.

Lita rolled her eyes, quietly scolding herself for using those words. "No, I expect you to know where we are going, since I don't really have that much time before I have to leave to the airport."

"Maybe I decided to be the gentleman that I am" at this, Lita snorted, but he ignored it. "and let you decide where to eat so that we'd be in a place you like to be."

"Yeah, um, sure. I almost believe you."

John rolled his eyes. "Why else would I have not picked the place already?" He wondered that himself, but she didn't need to know that.

She shrugged, stepping out into the lobby first, John following her. "How about we go to that small cafeteria across the street?"

John nodded, walking beside her as they walked across the lobby. "Works for me," he said before adding with a small smirk. "But this time you'll have to pay for your food yourself."

Lita gasped in mock shock, turning to look at him in a disapproving manner. "And here I thought you really were the gentleman you claimed to be. Guess I was wrong." Then she added in a matter of fact tone. "Besides ice-cream wasn't real food."

John shook his head, answering only with a smile.

They continued their casual walk as they chatted comfortably with each other.

They both failed to notice the group of people that were watching them intently from the corner of the lobby. Had they noticed, they would have seen the malicious smile spreading across the face of the leader of the group at the sight of them as he had just realised another way to get to his target.

It would need a little more planning, he thought happily, but after that everything should fall into place perfectly. The man chuckled in delight at the newfound realisation as he led the little conspiring group of his away from the lobby.
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