Uncommon Sense Chapter 13
By Batistafan
Rating - NC-17 for violence
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Main Characters include: Batista, Triple H, Chris Jericho, Christy
Hemme, Nancy Adams (Original Character).

Disclaimer: This is a mature fanfiction intended for mature readers.
This story contains violence, coarse language, as well as mature
sexual situations (some may consider explicit), and these would not
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ensue throughout the course of this fiction. However, since both my
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"When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance."

-Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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"Oooh, ick!" Christy remarked backing up with a scowl, but only after she was completely certain that Nancy had seen her latch onto Dave. "You're all sweaty, babe…and sticky." Crinkling her nose up with disgust at first, she then looked at Dave and smiled as sweetly as she could. "I missed you." Her cooing was driving him nuts.

Dave Batista lifted his cumbersome bag, placing it between himself and Christy to hold her at bay even though he doubted that she would want to touch him again because he was covered in sweat. It was the first time in his life he was grateful to be dirty. And he wasn't completely clueless as to why she had thrown herself bodily on him in the lobby…it was an act contrived solely for the purpose of marking her territory in front of Nancy. The display angered and disgusted him and he racked his brain searching for just the most tactful way to tell Christy Hemme that he was tired of her and tired of her games, but the words were evading him.

Christy however, never seemed to be at a loss for words and as a small furious shiver coursed through her she spoke. "Maybe you could explain to me what's going on." The words popped out stiffly, as she fought to maintain her composure trying to hide her rage and confusion at having witnessed Dave and the bitch from Wardrobe chumming it up in the lobby, after what appeared to be a very entertaining outing.

"What do you mean?" Dave knew damned well what she meant, but he wanted to hear her say it. Little by little her true colors were showing and he was finding them less and less, appealing.

"What were you doing with her?" Christy hissed, holding her clenched fists down to the side of her already rigid and tense body.

"We worked out together, what's the big deal?" He wasn't looking forward to the drama that he knew was about to play out, and he was a tad miffed that she felt the need to confront him.

"So now, she's riding to events with you, and working out at the gym with you…explain that one to me." Christy was on the verge of tears, her entire body shook with infuriation. "I heard that she managed to orchestrate things so that she would end up hitching a ride with you last night instead of having to ride on the bus with all of the other losers where she belongs." Her comment came out through clenched teeth.

"That's not how it happened…" Dave explained, biting his lip. "One of the guys hid my bag, and by the time I found it, I came out and saw her running to try to catch the bus. She was being left behind. What? Would you rather I had left her too?"

"And you couldn't even just drop her ass off at the hotel, you just decided you should take her for a drive…all the fucking way to the next venue?"

"You need to calm down." He warned, clenching his jaw, eyes riveting from left to right as a small crowd of onlookers began to gather. He didn't like being yelled at in private and he most assuredly detested being confronted in public.

"I have been calling you since last night and not once did you answer your phone or call me back!" Her voice was raised in a feverish panic. "And now the two of you are hanging out and laughing with each other like you've known her for years!"

"Well, I guess that's one of the benefits of being a grown man." He said, trying to veil the irritation he was feeling. "You see, I can make decisions like that for myself, and I don't have to call and get anyone's permission beforehand. I was trying to help her out and in the process of doing that I realized she's sort of…fun to be around." Fun wasn't the right word, Dave knew, but how could he ever tell someone as shallow as Christy all of the simple things that were a part of Nancy, all of the things that she was that Christy didn't have the substance to ever be. How could he explain the things about Nancy that were gradually drawing him in like a black-hole? How could he tell Christy that he didn't even want to fight it anymore, or even make her understand how good it felt to be liked for something besides who you were, or that he was relieved because in this new friendship…if that's what it was, there was no pressure, no expectations?

How could he tell Christy that in the few days since he had met Nancy that he felt more like a capable man than he had since the fledgling years of his marriage and that she hadn't done anything special to make him feel that way, she had just been being herself? That was something that Christy could never, would never be able to do…because everything that was intrinsically 'Christy' was based solely on a need to propel her own interests. She was self-absorbed by nature. He could look at Christy now, and question why he had let himself be led in by her, he could look at her at this very moment with complete clarity and see the hatred and malice in her eyes and know that it was something he didn't desire to be a part of anymore.

"Well, at least we're together finally and I'll bet…" She softened and said narrowing her eyes seductively. "That if we go upstairs…I can change your mind all about that whole 'Hanging out with the hired help' idea" She moved closer to him and ran her finger across his forearm.

"I highly doubt that." He said with little emotion, clenching his jaw and then shoving his tongue between his teeth and cheek to stifle another smart ass remark that was bubbling up from within him.

"Is it because of her?" Christy asked grinding her teeth. She was three seconds away from tracking down that bitch and smashing her head into the wall. "I knew she was going to pull something like this…I knew she was hot for you the minute she looked up at you after she dumped the coffee on me!"

"Christy, I'm not in the mood to deal with all of this bullshit right now. You're contradicting yourself and you're still so hung up on you, that you don't have room for anyone else in your life." Dave Batista prepared to turn and go, but before leaving he reaffirmed his stance. "I meant what I said about taking a break from each other…I think you and I should go our own respective directions. That shouldn't be too hard for you since we're not actually a couple and since you're pretty well used to doing whatever you want to do anyway." He walked to the elevators and punched the button fiercely with his thumb.

"Dave, don't do this." Christy could feel the floor of their fragile relationship slipping right out from under her. "Please." She pleaded as he stepped into the elevators without responding. "What do you want from me? I'll do it!"

Dave didn't bother to answer her and he was relieved when the door shut completely. He knew that he had to be firm about what he expected or else he would never have gotten her to understand. And just short of telling her to go to hell, he knew no other way to get his point across.

Christy would bounce back from this, he was sure of that. She was beautiful and if she had managed her money right, then she was surely financially sound. She would be an attractive catch to anyone who could deal with her antics and her forked tongue. Christy had lucrative modeling deals and tons of men panting after her. She would recover and forget all about him before long…soon she would wonder why she had even wasted her time with him, the same way that he was wondering why he had wasted his time with her. No sex she had ever given was worth dealing with the drama that was a constant part of her life and he was immensely thankful to be rid of her.

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Triple H once again took in the entire situation from a distance, preferring to get the objective point of view. He nearly laughed out loud when he realized how quickly and flawlessly his plan was coming together and he damned sure didn't feel sorry for Christy in the slightest. He had warned her about staying back and allowing things to run their course. He could see her crying as she walked out of the lobby to her rental car. Following, he was surprised at how quickly she stomped out of the hotel, forcing him to have to jog to catch up.

"Christy, slow down." Triple H huffed, almost catching her. Wearing the expensive suit in the heat was sapping his energy, and he was starting to become irritated. "Christy Stop!" He finally reached her side, only because she halted and turned on her heel as if she were attached to a pulley.

"I'm all in, okay?" Eyes narrowed to little more than glittering slits, she pointed her keys at Triple H as if to enforce her vow. "Whatever it takes, you understand me? I want his ass back and whatever it takes to make that happen, I'll do it!" She practically growled the oath. "That bitch has done everything she possibly can to make my life a living hell and now I don't care if I have to flush her little needle wielding career down the pisser! He's mine and she cannot have him!"

"Well it's about time you grew a set of balls." Triple H announced, glad he'd remembered to bring the tiny tape recorder that was currently nestled in the inside pocket of his jacket. The recorded, malevolent admission of her desire to destroy Nancy could prove very useful to him if Christy decided to back out of the plan or if he needed to remove Christy from the picture altogether. "Now might be a good time for us to talk about a few things."

Stephanie had opted to return home and take care of a situation on the corporate front, which was a relief to Triple H, because it gave him a chance to have his dealings with Christy without arousing Stephanie's constant heated suspicions. "Just give me ten minutes to explain the first step in the plan and then you'll be on your way, confident that in a couple of short weeks, you'll be back in Dave Batista's bed."

Christy yanked the bag forcefully out of the trunk and then slammed it shut as if she were trying to flatten the back end of the car. "You talk, I'll walk." Her tears had turned into motivated anger of the most dangerous kind, as she stomped down the sidewalk and around the back of the hotel toward the outside stairs.

Triple H began to hash out the fine details of the first stage in his plan and after stifling a few of her objections and explaining cause and effect in great detail, he was sure she had the general idea. He appreciated how she was becoming enough of an interested party that she was giving him her own suggestions and adding her own touch to the plan. Triple H surmised that she had probably been in the revenge business before, because she was unmistakably calculated and emotionless as she described the things that she would say in her meeting with Jericho tonight and the things she was prepared to do behind the scenes later if everything panned out the way they had it designed.

The two cohorts parted company, and as Triple H strolled back to his vehicle, he didn't feel guilty at the amount of pertinent information that he had withheld from her. Christy was a bit like a hundred year old circuit breaker…too much going in…and the whole thing would overload and shut down. He felt it necessary to give her only the most basic outline of what was to come, and then allow her the freedom to add to the general footprint of the vendetta. She was a good actress, that, he well knew and she would have no problem making the tiny white lies believable.

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Nancy, swiped the razor up her left leg one last time, successfully ridding herself of the pesky hair, as she fought to keep balanced, with one foot propped on the toilet and the other unshaved leg rooted firmly on the floor. She rinsed the razor under the hot water from the tub and then turned the faucet off. She slathered another ball of shaving cream down her right leg, planting her left foot on the floor and then hopping, razor in one hand and shaving cream in the other, to get her right leg up on the toilet seat. Before she could wipe the cream off of her hand or even take a swipe at the unshaved leg, she was interrupted by a persistent knocking from the hotel room door.

"Crap…" Nancy fumbled, shoving the handle of the razor in her mouth, and trying to wrap the towel around her waist, with the one hand that wasn't still half full of shaving cream, while at the same time, trying to keep the towel from swaying down and grazing the fresh layer of shaving cream on her leg. She groaned in irritation as she hopped through the bathroom door, deciding that like always, Max had probably lost his key.

She reached the door through a series of hops on the one cleanly shaven leg, with the other sticking out of the towel, up in the air as not to get the shaving cream on the towel around her waist or on anything else. Nancy was fairly sure that if anyone had been watching this, they might have considered having her committed. With the razor latched tightly between her teeth, she couldn't very clearly speak, so the "hold on a minute" came out as more of a "Ode od a widdit!" and then her attempt at "It's about time, Max." was whittled down to more of a "It's awout dine, Wax." This was the comment that flew out of her mouth as she used her elbow to hold the towel against her hip so her panties would be covered, and then used the one free hand to yank open the door. But it wasn't Max…wasn't anything that resembled Max.

Her eyes widened in shock. "Oh Cwap…" Nancy mumbled through the razor as she fought furiously to hold the towel firmly to her hip with her elbow…but it fell to the ground. The razor dropped to the floor as her mouth flew open in surprise and she was left with just her humiliation on the one hand and shaving cream on the other.

"Uh, can I come in?" Dave asked, a slight smile tickling his lips. "I could…come back." He gestured to her precarious position.

"Shit…" Nancy whispered the oath, reached down to snatch up the towel and then wrapped it back around her waist…and then grasping the razor she stammered. "Come…in." She began to hop toward the bathroom again. "Could you just…" She began nervously as she gestured toward the open door.

"Uh, yeah…I'll just…" He didn't dare finish the sentence, afraid that some sexually deviant comment would fly out of his mouth before he could call it back. He turned with his back to her and shut the hotel room door. He could hear her hopping across the room behind him into the bathroom and then the door of the bathroom shut softly, so he turned back around and sat on the bed. The image of her standing there, half covered in shaving cream wearing only a light blue pair of panties and a tiny tank top was indelibly burned into his mind and he shut his eyes grinning madly. He remembered how red her face had become, how quickly that beautiful shade of scarlet had drained into her throat and down into the hollow where that tiny diamond lay. He'd even gotten a glimpse of her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of the tank top. He swallowed, hard trying to ignore the raging testosterone and the inner animal telling him "You're here sitting on the edge of her bed…that's half of the battle won already."

"I'll be out in a minute." Nancy croaked, wadding the towel up and shoving her face into it, ready to scream. How was it possible for one person to do so many ludicrous and bumbling things in front of other people? But it wasn't just other people…it was him…only him…always him. Her ability to be charming and steady was constantly dashed when he was around, instead she was jumpy and trembling and awkward. If she wasn't dropping things, she was leaving tags on her clothing, or getting caught watching him when she shouldn't be. She dropped the towel with a thump on the floor after having wiped the shaving cream off of her unfinished leg…it would have to wait until later.

Dave waited patiently if even a bit anxiously, sitting on the edge of the bed, but then decided against it, thinking that she might assume he had come in here to seduce her. He stood and then leaned casually against the dresser. Or at least attempted to, but with his huge size, he only succeeded in causing the whole piece of furniture to slide about six inches from its original position. The television on top of it rocked dangerously as if it could fall, causing the remote control to take a loud tumble off of the top of it and onto the floor. He steadied the television, returned the remote to the top of it and then tugged the dresser without effort back into the indentations in the carpet so she wouldn't know.

He was on the verge of laughing at himself, but instead, decided he would try to break the ice before she got out of the bathroom…it was better than just trying to stand here or else he was liable to accidentally break something else.

"So, uh, I guess I should probably say 'thank you'…" Dave said clearing his throat.

"Oh, for what? The free peep show?" Came her nervous attempt at wit from the other side of the door.

There she went again, injecting her own brand of humor into an awkward situation and though he was sure that it was just habit for her, it instantly made him feel better, more at ease…it was one of those things that she accomplished without even trying. Dave certainly hadn't intended to show up when she was shaving, but he found that he wasn't exactly disappointed that he had. He smiled and looked down at the floor. "Actually, I was gonna thank you for solving one of the great mysteries of life." He laughed gently. "Up until now, I never knew exactly how that 'shaving legs' thing worked."

"Or why all of your shaving cream probably disappeared when a girl was around?" She responded.

"That's exactly right…I always ended up wondering if there was less in the can from the factory or if it somehow evaporated when I wasn't around." He laughed remembering how his ex-wife had made it her habit to use his shaving cream and then innocently fib about it when the can was empty.

"I have that same problem." She announced. "Max forgets to put that particular item on his shopping list and then he uses all of mine." She opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out nervously. She was clothed this time, in the same tank top, but with a pair of thin cotton pants that he supposed she used for sleeping. Her hair was pulled up in a turban towel wrap on top of her head and the red evidence of her embarrassment still showed in her features.

"You have…a…little…" He smiled pointing to her face. "Just a…" he reached out and swiped one long finger softly down the bridge of her nose, and then holding it up he showed her the tiny spot of shaving cream that had been on her nose.

She laughed and then pulled the towel off of her head and used it to dab at her nose and then handed it to him so he could wipe the shaving cream off of his finger.

"I came up here to give you this." He reached over onto the table where he had set down a canned protein drink. "I knew you probably wouldn't know, because you don't work out much, but your muscles will be sore in the morning and this helps." He handed her the can deciding that he was surely a genuine idiot. It was the same as when he'd purposely cut the slit in his shirt so he'd have an excuse to talk to her. She was going to see right through him, if she hadn't already…he wouldn't blame her if she asked him to leave, but he hoped that she wouldn't.

"Thank you." Nancy said eyeing the can. She accepted it and sat down on the edge of the bed. "But I'm guessing that you didn't come all the way up here to talk to me about protein."

She had called him to the mat and now he couldn't lose his nerve. He nodded, and started to lean against the dresser again, but thought the better of it as he looked around aimlessly for a place to sit. He watched as she scooted closer to the headboard of the bed, silently making room for him on the edge. Did she have to do that? Did she have to invite him right onto the only place he had been imagining himself taking her for days? Did she have to look at him that way, with a mixture of confusion and doubt in her eyes? With her damp curls hanging below her shoulders, save for the one wet ringlet that was now lying temptingly in line with her nipple, sending a rivulet of water down the front of her tank top and across the hardened bud. She was subconsciously driving him mad. She had no clue what he was thinking of doing to her how dangerously close he was to crossing the line.

"You're right." He admitted, starting the ball on its dangerous roll…he wanted her to know, needed her to know that he wasn't in love with Christy. "What you saw, down there in the lobby…" He began nervously rolling his neck as if to soothe some mysterious muscle ache.

"You don't have to explain that to me." Nancy said with a soft smile on her face.

"Well, I think I do." He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat down on the bed, willing his body to obey when what it wanted to do was unspeakable. "I have been trying to find a way to end this thing with Christy for a while now."

"You really don't have to do…that." Why did her mouth go dry when she imagined him with Christy? "You're a free man…and you don't owe me anything." She explained softly, smiling if for no other reason than to convince her own self that what she was saying was how she actually felt. "If anything…I owe you…I mean, you bought me clothes when I didn't have any, and gave me a ride instead of letting me take a cab…you took me to eat twice, and God knows what that must have cost you, with my appetite." She was relieved when he laughed a little. "You even took me to workout with you." Her voice dropped to a slightly sad, raspy tone and mirrored in her eyes was a mournful confusion. "No one's ever done that for me." She could feel her throat threatening to lump up on her and so she took a drink of her protein. "I appreciate everything, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to do…not for someone like me."

He noticed that she spoke the last comment as if she felt she wasn't worth giving up something good for. He wondered how she couldn't possibly know how much she was worth in all of her simplicity. What had happened in Nancy's life to make her so ready to take a back seat to someone who couldn't hold a candle to her?

"I was ready to end things, before you came along." He admitted. "I had to tell her, again, that I don't want to be with her." Dave laced his fingers together as he propped his elbows on his knees. "That whole display in the lobby was intended to make you angry, jealous, whatever…I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Wow! All of that for me?" Nancy laughed nervously. But she certainly knew how that felt…she had been jealous and angry and determined never to let those emotions control her ever again. She had resolved all the way up in the elevator to forget about him, and again resolved the same thing when she'd been in the shower, thinking about him, but her stiff upper lip and determination had fallen flat the moment she saw him. And now with him here telling her that he was through with Christy, she couldn't even muster the courage to be firm in her decision to write him off.

"I haven't enjoyed myself this much in a long time." His eyes widened and he clenched his jaw as if it were a calculated risk for him to admit it. "I hope that we can keep, uh, doing things together." Oh, God…this was worse than cutting a promo on your debut night. He knew if it were required of him physically, that he could show her a million things he wanted her to know without ever saying a word, but this on the other hand…telling her in words, risking the rejection…this was infinitely harder.

Nancy nodded, looking at him, watching the conflict behind his eyes, hoping that he couldn't detect the clash of emotions in her. "I still owe you dinner." She ran her finger across the rim of the can in her hand, unsure of exactly what was supposed to happen next. That particular turn of events was decided for her, when the sound of a key card being inserted in the lock caused her head to snap up.

Max pushed the door open, holding a Styrofoam takeout carton in his hands and biting down on a River Walk brochure. The sight of Nancy on the bed and Dave Batista sitting awkwardly on the edge of it, stopped him dead in his tracks and his mouth fell open allowing the brochure to flutter to the floor. "Uh…" He shook his head. "Uh, let me…I'll come back…" He hitched his thumb indicating he was ready to retreat.

Dave stood hurriedly, and then shoved his hands in his pockets. "So, I'll just see you later?" He asked trying to sound as unruffled as possible.

"Yeah." Nancy nodded, standing up as well.

"Be sure and drink all of that." He gestured toward the can in her hand. "If you get really sore in the morning it's okay to take an aspirin or something." He turned after seeing her nod. He then tipped his chin in acknowledgement to Max and disappeared through the open doorway.

"Sore?" Max said his eyes and mouth wide open. He slammed the takeout carton on the table in eagerness, nearly crushing its lid and then turned with a quizzical grin on his face. "What would you have to be sore about?" He was absolutely through the moon over having walked in on the two of them. Granted they weren't locked in some torrid embrace, but he had plainly been able to sense something more than a friendly tête-à-tête.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She said casually, turning to check her reflection in the dresser mirror.

"Oh…God!" Max covered his heart with both of his hands and fell to his knees behind her, feigning a heart attack. "Details…" He croaked. "I crave details!" he scooted on his knees behind her as she walked over to her suitcase.

"Draw your own conclusions." Nancy said for the sake of tormenting him.

"You're killing me!" Max said falling over onto the floor, holding his chest and acting as if he were in convulsions.

"There are no details." Nancy held her hands out to her sides smiling smugly.

"You are a damned liar!" Max said raising himself to his knees. "You're not even gonna tell me how you and 'Mr. World Heavy Weight Champion' ended up in here…alone…on the same bed together?" He waggled his eyebrows dramatically.

"Stop calling him that." She laughed at his behavior. "His name is Dave." She picked up the towel and tossed it over Max's head, blanketing him in darkness.

"Aha!" Max yanked the towel off of his head and stood up. "I fucking knew it!" He roared happily. "You two are on a first name basis now, so something must have happened!"

"You know, the Bible says that even a fool is counted wise when he keeps his mouth shut." She raised her eyebrows and regarded him with an innocent appearance.

He groaned as if the suffering was more than he could bear. "If I shut up, then will you tell me everything?" He followed behind her like a lost puppy dog.

"Stop hounding me!" She giggled, shoving him playfully backward a step or two.

"Come on! Don't be a shit!" Max said desperately. "I've been watching some wrestling matches lately and I think I know the basic premise of a body-slam, so give over with the details or you'll be sorry!" He flexed his flabby arms and made a halfhearted attempt at a dangerous face.

Nancy laughed. "Well…it all started because someone didn't hold the bus like he was supposed to." She leveled a delicate finger and poked him in the chest accusingly.

"I swear I sat back and dozed off and the next thing I know, Vicki's waking me up at the hotel and asking where you were." Max lied. "I tried to call your cell and the damned thing starts ringing next to me in the pocket of your sweater. I panicked and called the arena but no one was there, so I was going to call the police, but Brian Hebner said he saw you leave with Dave Batista."

"Didn't you even care that I didn't check in later that night?" Nancy asked suspiciously.

"I just figured that you two went to hang out or something, and then I called in the morning before we left Dallas and the hotel clerk here said you'd checked in so I knew you were okay." He defended himself. "So now you can tell me what else happened…get to the part about why you're gonna be sore…did you two 'Do It'?"

"That's enough…" She pushed him backward out of the bathroom and then slapped at his hands forcing him completely out. "I'm through feeding your little fantasies, now scat!" She shut the door behind him.

"Please! I swear just let me know that one little tiny thing!" Max whined banging his forehead into the door. "If you tell me, I'll tell you what happened between me and Vicki!"

The bathroom door came open so fast that Max fell through, landing flat on his stomach at Nancy's feet.

"Tell it now!" She ordered, looking down at Max.

"She came and sat in your seat beside me on the bus." He stood up as he told her how the make-up artist's playful teasing had become somewhat friendly. "She likes me, I can tell…we even had lunch together." He said. "And after the show tonight she's taking me to a club on the River Walk." He grinned like a mad man, and then rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Now it's your turn."

Nancy looked at him and then with all of the seriousness she could muster, she bit her lip and sighed, letting out a swift breath. She smiled as if she'd had the most pleasurable experience in her life, pretending a little shiver and announced. "Take it for whatever its worth, but I'm gonna be sore for days." She slammed the bathroom door shut in Max's face.

Max whooped triumphantly raising both hands in the air as if he'd just scored a winning touch down.