Disclaimer: I own no person, place or thing that you recognize. The persona's are property of the WWE and Vince McMahon, people own themselves. I'm just borrowing them for a little torture that is referred to as fan fiction.

Notes: Sorry for taking so long with the update! My writers block, well it's gone now .. Heh. Which means, I am back in full force as an authoress.

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Did you know, that a hotel room ceiling sometimes had 123 cracks in it? Not that all of them were major, just a few long ones .. Almost like the lines on the palm of one's hand. Some were tiny, while others were intricate. And at this moment .. Counting crack number 124 .. The redheaded Diva was tempted to go out and buy glow in the dark stars. They had attempted to watch the movie again.. But to no avail. Bottom line, they were both bored, and while Lita was preoccupied counting the cracks in the ceiling .. John, well .. She didn't quite know what John was doing.

"I'm soooo bored.." Lita whined, her eyes shifting to her side when there was no response. "John…?" the redhead frowned, "Are you even awake?"

The redhead shifted to her side, propping her cheek in her hand to observe her spur of the moment travel partner. His eyes were closed, his mouth parted ever so slightly .. While one hand was draped loosely over his chest. He really did look peaceful .. Not quite into a deep sleep, but sleeping light enough. All they had done that day was .. Well, when she took into consideration that they took off from a boisterous party that had started at noon .. She shook her head, John shifting, the hand at his side reaching upwards to rest over the other. Indeed, much to her chagrin -- John was asleep.. For now. The corners of her mouth curved into a wicked smile, the Diva rolling to her stomach .. A glance spared to the alarm clock on the nightstand.

'Are you kidding…? It's only 1:45 .. What a wimp.'

The redhead chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip, considering the minimal options she really had. The only other source of conversation was currently sleeping .. And for all purposes, she really couldn't grab the keys and leave him there. That would just be wrong. Of course, as she weighed her options .. Taking into consideration that she was still wide awake .. This simply wouldn't do. She needed to alleviate this boredom, driving now was out of the option and the movie had lulled to mere background noise.

'And he claimed he was wide awake' .. she smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she slipped off the bed. She placed a hand on her hip, hazel orbs sweeping over the room .. Scrutinizing the inventory. The remains of their snack lay on the floor; the broken bits of chips spilling messily onto the carpet. The soda had been drained, the empty bottles flanking the ice bucket.

'Perfect.'

The redheaded Diva suppressed a chuckle, grabbing the car keys, hotel room keycard and finally the ice bucket. Cautiously, she tossed a look over her shoulder, noting then .. That John had shifted in his sleep and was now sprawled over the bed. Ah well, she might as well let him soak up the last few minutes of sleep before the rude awakening. Besides, Lita thought as she quietly tiptoed across the room .. He looked really cute like that. The redheaded stopped dead in the doorway at that thought, but shook it off to her caffeine and sugar induced high. Now was -not- the time to let her mind wander .. Now was the time to go about her plans to wake him up.

Fifteen minutes later, the redhead was back in the hotel room; her arsenal of chosen 'weapons' cradled carefully to her chest. Mentally, she thanked her goofball, child like best friend. Although, she did question why Jeff would leave water balloons, shaving cream, a deck of cards and, her brows furrowed .She peeked down at the bundle in her arms .. Temporary hair dye in his glove compartment. The hair dye, she could understand .. Considering that it was Jeff Hardy .. But the other stuff? She shook the thoughts from her head, as she placed the aforementioned items .. Along with the make-up she had requested from earlier. A brief glance was spared to John .. Lita noting that he had shifted .. Again. That aside, she held the ice bucket between her fingertips, creeping back to the door to gather the last item.

The rude awakening she had in mind was simple really .. Not as elaborate as other techniques, but still effective enough. She and Jeff had derived this nasty game of waking people up in the middle of the night out of pure boredom. And the plan she was relaying in her mind, was the first of many schemes she and the younger Hardy had concocted. The corners of her mouth curved again, a melancholy smile forming as she gathered the ice. Their first victims had been none other than Chris Jericho and Matt .. And as Lita recalled the death glares she and her partner in crime had received; they weren't happy. But it really hadn't been their fault that she and Jeff were bored. And in their defense when the puppy dog eyes didn't work.. Jeff and Lita had been quick to point out, that if Matt and Chris hadn't fallen asleep .. It wouldn't have happened. That still didn't help matters, Chris and Matt bother muttering something about revenge and keeping Jeff and Lita's precious sugar stash far, far away. But as the memory faded, the redhead noted that the ice bucket was almost overflowing. The point was to wake him up, not give him frostbite.

Whatever the case, the redhead shut the lid on the ice machine, turning on heel to make the short trip back to the hotel room. She noted that, John was still sleeping .. A premature grin in victory forming as she set the ice bucket down on the table. However, the thoughts of victory clouded her mind; the redhead failing to notice the absence of one the necessary items. That lone mistake would prove to be the deciding factor in the impending 'war'. Brushing her hair from her face, the Diva toted the ice bucket with her .. Sure footsteps taking her to the bed. Had she been thinking clearly, she would've realized that waking him up in this fashion was just plain stupid. There was only one bed in the hotel room, and the promised cot had yet to be delivered. But, she wasn't thinking .. And as she reached the bed, John shifted again. Lita stilled her movements, one hand poised on the rim of the ice bucket. Little did she realize, John was reaching for one of his own chosen weapons.

Five seconds passed .. And then all hell broke loose.

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Lita had just grasped an ice cube in her fingertips, readying the item to slip it down John's shirt. What she hadn't been prepared for, was a spray of water in her face. Cold water at that. With an indignant squeak, the ice cube was dropped on the comforter, John snickering before he introduced the twin to the water gun he was brandishing. The redheaded Diva's jaw dropped in shock, the new spray of water hitting her directly in the eye.

Damn it. He wasn't supposed to be armed.

"That…" Lita stated finally, the initial shock wearing off. "Was uncalled for.."

John chuckled from the bed, sitting up to reveal the two water guns. "Actually .. It was a defensive maneuver."

A slim eyebrow raised, "Maybe." the redhead feigned indifference, fingertips grasping another ice cube. "Then consider this my counter attack!" Lita skittered forwards, slipping said ice cube along with two others down the front of his shirt. She paused before retreating, sticking out her tongue before she darted back to the table.

John yelped in surprise at the unwelcome intrusion, hopping up from the bed to alleviate his shirt of the ice cubes. The redhead snickered from her spot at the table, amusement dancing in her eyes as John danced to get the ice cubes out. And when he finally succeeded with the task, he shot a glare to the redhead.

"This is war!" John declared adamantly, aiming both water guns at the still snickering Diva.

In retaliation, she chucked a few ice cubes .. Scowling when the intended target, not only dodged, but returned the favor. Miraculously, one ice cube traveled down the front of her shirt .. Mentally, she wondered what kind of ruckus she and Jeff could've raised if John had been around…or if Jeff was still with the WWE. She almost smiled at the thought .. The chaos and mayhem when it had just been her and Jeff ; but with the combined efforts of her 'adversary'? It would've been outright beautiful. Outwardly, however, a glare that promised revenge in the near future was sent. And once the offending ice cube was successfully out of her shirt, Lita barely had time to register the swift movements of her enemy. Water spraying from the bed, distracted her long enough .. And then she heard the audible click of a door. Lita frowned, balancing the ice bucket on her hip as she tucked the keycard into her back pocket. Silly as it looked, the redhead walked backwards to the hotel room door .. Opening it quickly, hazel orbs never leaving the open room before her. That was until she spared a glance to the hallway, the years of prank wars with Jeff finally coming in handy again. Another scowl graced her features as she stepped back into the bedroom.

But, she reasoned, if John was in the hallway .. He couldn't get back into the hotel room. She allowed herself to gloat over that one, but her thoughts soon turned to the bottle of soda, plus the coffee in her system. Or more like the after effects as she set the ice bucket back on the table. The thought never registered that John could be in the bathroom .. But the thought soon entered her mind as she put her hand on the bathroom doorknob.

'Why the hell is the bathroom door-' .. hazel eyes narrowed in suspicion, 'locked .. Damn it.'

The flustered redhead crossed her arms over her chest, "If you wouldn't mind.." She glared at the still closed door. "I need to use the facilities…" she waited a moment, "Preferably without you in the near vicinity."

"Aww… you're no fun .." John teased easily, "What's the magic word…?"

"Open this damn door, or I'll kick your ass."

"Nope .. Sorry." John sighed over dramatically, "In order for that to work .. You'd actually hafta be in here."

"Correction." Lita stated crisply, "I need to use the bathroom, you're in my way .. Get out now and I'll kick your ass later."

John snorted, "An' just what makes you think you can kick my ass?"

"Only one way to find out," Lita crossed her arms impatiently, "So, get out .. Now."

"You still haven't said the magic word."

"Now."

"Try again."

"Damn it!"

"Nope .. Try again."

"I hate you …."

"Are you even tryin'?"

"Fuck off."

"Try again."

"You are such a jerk, you know that?"

"Nope .. Sorry, that's not the magic word either."

Lita clenched her jaw, "Please."

"Say again?"

The redhead narrowed her eyes, calculating her revenge. "Please."

The door opened .. Lita took a step back on the presumption that John would exit. Instead, she got a water balloon to her chest.

"You fucking jerk!"

"That." John stated as the door to the bathroom shut. "Was for planning this stupid thing in the first place."

"Ha ha." Lita bit out, "Now, can I please use the bathroom?"

"Truce?"

"Yes, fine .. Whatever." Lita gritted her teeth, "Now .. Please .. Get out."

The door swung open again, the Diva stepping to the side this time.

"All yours…" John mentioned with a grin.

"Jerk." the redhead muttered under her breath as she stalked into the bathroom; the door slamming shut in her wake.

"Damn it." John flicked a glance to the now closed door. "All them water balloons are in the sink."

"What a moron .." Lita grinned at the sight in the sink. "This should do nicely for some payback."

The Smackdown wrestler flopped into the chair, warily eyeing the door. "What's this…?" Blue eyes landed on the ice bucket. "Heh .."

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The redheaded Diva grasped one of the water balloons, the toilet flushing as she rinsed off her hands. And with one hand on the balloon and one on the doorknob; the door to the bathroom was slowly opened. Perhaps it was due to his temporary distraction, but John's back was turned … an invisible bulls-eye appearing to glinting hazel orbs. She readied the water balloon, her arm curling back a touch before she took aim. The startled yelp notified that she had hit her target, and she managed to grasp a second balloon as he turned. John just saw the wicked grin on the redhead's face as another water balloon connected with his chest. In retaliation, he launched an ice cube .. Only to have it deflected by the now closed bathroom door.

"Looks like I won round two.." Lita teased from the bathroom, a smug smile on her features.

"Yeah yeah…" John grumbled, taking in the sight of his partially soaked shirt. "Its only the beginning."

A slim eyebrow raised, "Don't start what you can't finish."

John huffed, "Woman .. For the record, I don't start nothing I can't finish .." he waited a beat before adding: "And you started it."

"Details, details…" Lita waved it off nonchalantly, grasping two more water balloons. "What time is it?"

The wrestler spared a glance to the alarm clock. "It's-" he stopped himself as one of the water balloons connected with his lower back. "2:30.." the second water balloon connected with his side. "How about we call it a draw .."

Lita snorted, her face peering out from the bathroom. "I don't think so."

"Alright.." John shook his head, picking up the ice bucket. "You asked for it then."

Another snort. "We'll see about that, won't we.."

He didn't bother to respond, merely positioning himself to the side of the door .. The ice bucket in one hand, and one of the previously empty soda bottles in the other. "On the count of three.."

"One.." John began, as he raised up the ice bucket.

Lita grabbed one water balloon, blindly reaching for another only to realize she was down to the last. "Shit.."

"Two.." He continued slowly, the soda bottle now raised.

"Three!" Lita declared as the bathroom door was swung open.

John smirked, dodging the water balloon easily.. And as the redhead stepped out to inspect, he let her have it.

"You-" the redheaded Diva sputtered as the contents of the soda bottle were poured over her. "Freaking-" she continued as the ice bucket was now dumped over her. "Jerk!"

A smug smile graced John's face. "You were sayin?"

"Asshole.." Lita glared, parting her now damp locks. "You're going to pay.." Hazel orbs narrowed, her arms hanging by her sides.

"What are you gonna do to me?" John asked, tapping his cheek with his index finger. "You ain't got no ammo left .. "

Lita smirked, her hands balling into fists before she ran at him and somehow managed to catch him off guard. The combined impact and the unprepared-ness on his part caused the two to go backwards with a thud.

John smirked from beneath the redhead. "That all ya got?" blue eyes twinkled with mirth, "An' here you said you were gonna kick my ass."

"Why you.." Lita quite seethed but before she had a chance to utter another word .. She found herself on the receiving end of a tickle attack that rivaled that of Jeff Hardy .. That in itself, was saying a lot.

"Say mercy." John stated in his still prone position.

"Ne-" the redhead sucked in a breath, "ver."

"You asked for it then.." He started his tickle attack anew, the redhead above him gasping for breath. "Say mercy."

"Sod off." Lita managed between giggles.

John ignored the redheaded Diva, pausing when she did to catch her breath. And in that instant, he used her temporary state of stupor to reverse their precarious positions. He kept one hand at her ribcage, the tickle attack continuing relentlessly while the other hand grasped her wrists together.

"Say mercy."

The diva paused in her laughter, "I don't-" she stopped as John continued to tickle her. "Fine.. I give.."

The hand paused on her side, "Truce..?"

She hesitated, both to catch her breath and to gauge the look in John's eyes. Finally, when she assured herself he was being truthful .. She nodded. "Truce."

Slowly, the hand moved from her side .. The seconds ticking on as the grasp on her wrists slacked. "You ain't playin?"

Lita rolled her eyes, "In case you forgot .. You're still kinda sitting on me."

John raised an eyebrow, easing off to the side. "Yeah and…? How am I supposed to know that you ain't gonna attack me in my sleep or something."

The redhead thought on it a moment, "Well…" she chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip, her legs tucking beneath her as she sat up. "How in the hell did you know I was gonna-"

"Pull the shit that you did?" John offered then, "Well .. After over hearin' the stories about you an' Jeff from Chris…? I didn't wanna take any chances."

Lita nodded, something close to admiration lingering in her hazel depths. "Then where did-"

"When we stopped at the store." John admitted then, "I stashed it when you went to get the gas."

"Not bad.." Lita stated with a wry smile. "It's too bad you weren't around before .. Jeff and I really could've used someone like you."

John shrugged it off, offering a hand to the redhead as he stood. "So .. What now?"

The redheaded Diva raised a brow, placing a hand in his. "What do you mean, what now? It's getting late, and if you still want to go to Myrtle Beach then-"

"I know that," John rolled his eyes, "It's just .. Well, my cot ain't here."

"So?" Lita snorted, tossing her still damp locks over her shoulder. "Sleep on the floor."

John sent a look to the small hand still in his. "Since you couldn't kick my ass … how 'bout we thumb wrestle for the bed?"

"This is stupid." Lita rolled her eyes, "Look, if it really means sooo much to you .. Fine, I'll share the damn bed."

"What's the catch?"

"There is no catch.." Lita shrugged, then glancing down to her hand. "It's just .. It's getting late, and while there isn't a lot of driving ahead. . I wanted to head out early so we'd have more time at Myrtle."

"You want a towel or something?"

The redheaded Diva nodded, "Please.."

He grinned, squeezing her hand lightly before he shrugged. "No biggie.."

Lita settled on the bed, waiting until John emerged from the bathroom before she tossed the covers back. She toweled her red locks briefly before slipping the towel over one side of the bed. Taking that as a sign, John made his way to the other side of the bed, waiting until the redhead had settled beneath one of the sheets and tucked herself in. Once that was done, he settled next to her, reaching over to turn off the lamp. The unlikely travel partners both turned to their sides, their backs facing as silence encompassed the room.