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Ok this was suppose to be a Gail and Batista chapter but half way through I realized that Gail kind of annoys me and well I really don't like her all that much so I have decided to replace her with another diva, and well Batista right now on the back burner I may not even use him I like this Diva in this chapter and I have a guy on the original cast list with her. But I was going to originally write him with Torrie Wilson but I always wanted these two to get together and have a storyline. So I guess I have to find someone for Torrie and move up Victoria's story.

Christmas Time

She had been staring at the phone for hours. She had talked to him after all that time she had spoken to him. He still sounded the same even after all the heartache.

Flashback

She didn't even know what had prompted her to pick up the telephone and dial the once oh-so-familiar phone number. A number she hadn't dialed in almost two months, though she had picked up and dialed at least two numbers each day. But as she listened to the ringing on the other end, she realized she'd never imagined herself actually going through with the idea.

When a mumbled Hello came over the line though she panicked. She had thought she was over him that she had moved on. She hadn't spoken to him since she had been let go, refusing to take any of his calls and after three days of her silent treatment he had given up. But now hearing his voice it ripped her in two. He'd answered the phone. Now what?

She heard him mumble something and clear his throat. She could actually see his eyebrows furrowing and when she said nothing he once again tried. "Hello?"

Closing her eyes, Dawn Marie wiped the lone tear that fell from her eye and rested her head on one hand and couldn't bring herself to reply. Don't hang up, she willed him.

"Look, I don't have time for this."

She drew in a breath and let it out slowly.

No don't hang up please.

"It's Christmas Eve for Christ sake can't a prank call wait." he spat before starting to hang up.

"Merry Christmas," she whispered, hanging up the phone.

Kurt Angle jolted at the whispered words. "Dawnie, Dawn!" he called out frantically and cursed when he was only met by dial tone.

"Dammint, Ok now what is that stupid call thing?" He asked no one in general and quickly hit 69." Praying that she would answer.

"Dawn!" he called when he heard the line pick up.

She held her breath for a moment. "I'm sorry you have the wrong number."

"No Dawn please talk to me baby." Kurt whispered gripping the receiver.

"I shouldn't have called you."

"No baby, please don't say that I am glad you called."

"No this not good for us, we shouldn't be talking."

"Baby I miss you."

"How can you miss me Kurt. I ruined everything. You were happy." Dawn shrieked and then sniffled.

"No Dawn don't say that."

"Why not? It's True."

"Dawn…"

"I just wanted to say Merry Christmas."

"Baby, How've you been?" He asked her softly concerned.

She paused, listened to the silence of the house. "Okay," she answered finally, her voice soft. "You?"

"I'm getting' by." He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. "So...where are you?"

Instantly her guard went up. That territory was far too dangerous for all involved to venture into. "I am at my mom's."

When he said nothing, her gaze flicking toward the clock on the wall above the mantel. She needed to end this it would only hurt her later.

"Kurt I need to go. I just want to wish a Merry Christmas."

"No Dawn wait." But it was too late she had disconnected and when he tried again he cursed when the busy signal mocked him. She had taken the receiver off the handle.

End of Flashback

She had ruined his happy life. He had been so happy his wife and daughter loved him but she did too. She had broken up his life and now they would always pay for it.

She was startled out of her thoughts when a loud bang resounded the house.

She quickly moved to stop it before her elderly mother was woken. She hadn't been feeling all that great the last few days and didn't help that Dawn was now always there moping around the house.

When she finally arrived to the door she didn't even look to see who was, trying to get the loud banging to stop.

"Kurt!"

He stopped mid motion s nervously outside the door, just staring.

"Oh Dawn." He whispered as he reached out for her. Grabbing a hold and grasping her tightly to his chest, "I missed you."

"No Kurt wait."

"No you wait. Dawn Marie I love you this whole thing I know is messed up." He told her grabbing her shoulders so she would look at him directly.

"MY marriage was over along time before we were together. I know that and she knows that, she doesn't blame you. She blames me."

When Dawn opened her mouth to say something he shushed her.

"She blames me because I love wrestling too much. But not because I fell in love with you, you were never to blame."

Kurt loosened his grip on her arms. "We were planning on getting a divorce three months before I fell for you. But then her dad got sick and I didn't want a divorce to complicate things. We had been living apart for months Dawn believe me."

"But I had to make things worse for you."

"No Dawn you made things better. Everything with you is better."

Jules