Title: Unrequited (8?)
Rating: K? or PG-13
Content: Angst, fluff, mentions of sex
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters mentioned herein and make no implications about real persons mentioned. Also no profit is made.
Summary: Lita is falling. Will someone catch her?

When Randy called Lita the next day, there was no answer. He figured that she was probably already flying home, and called her house to leave her a message. He'd thought a lot, about what Melina had said, about everything that had happened between him and Lita, and although the end situation wasn't much clearer than it had been previously, he was a little more certain about his own feelings.

Randy hadn't slept that much. Lita had been on his mind, as she always was, but this time it was a little different. He wasn't just thinking of her, and how to best make her happy: also on his mind this time was what would make him happy. Was being her support enough, or did he want more? Was he willing to accept whatever she was willing to give, even if it wasn't the love he craved, if it meant that he could love her freely? If she did love him, could he trust that? It was that last question that caused the most unrest.

She'd claimed to love Matt. When they first met, she'd been with Matt, and seemingly had been very happy. Then, things had changed. From what she'd said, they'd both become different people. While Matt was off injured, he'd become very bitter, angry at what might have been, at the people who had been given the opportunities that he felt he should have had. Lita had bourn the brunt of that. Over angry phone calls and emails, Matt had taken out his frustration on those closest to him. Lita had sought refuge, in whatever way possible. Firstly with Randy, talking to him, crying on his shoulder, composing soothing emails, providing relief from the constant tension. Randy had loved her then, but couldn't say anything. Then, Lita had craved the sort of physical support that only a sexual relationship could bring, and Edge had been the nearest and most willing. She'd gone in to it initially drunkenly, and then more reluctantly, but the Canadian had been persuasive, and more importantly, had displayed desire. And it was that Lita had missed more than anything during her time away from Matt.

Randy, looking back, wished he'd done something back then. If he'd have let her know how much he wanted her, would she have gone to him instead? Would that have been the start of something special? He would never know, and that was hard, because he constantly blamed himself for not doing more, for not saying more.

Now she knew, he just had to wait. He was resigned to that, and was willing to do so no matter how long it took. Melina's words rung in his ears, but he was sure. He loved her. He knew that for certain. And he was willing to wait. He'd spent a long time thinking about what he'd lose if he gave up now, and knew that she was worth it.

When Lita switched her cell phone back on after she left the airport she saw that Randy had attempted to get in touch and her heart leapt. All through the flight she'd dreaded actually landing, going home to an empty house, with only memories of Randy confessing his feelings to provide her with any sort of comfort. One big part of her wanted to get straight back onto a plane again, going over to Randy, to see if he would be all he said he would. She couldn't do that to him though. He had a big match at Armageddon, and she didn't want to be a distraction to him. She knew how important his career was to him, and knew her reputation too. Lita, career killer. She'd been blamed for Matt getting fired, for Edge not getting a title shot, and for her own fall down the ranks in the women's championship. She wouldn't take Randy down with her too.

That was another reason she wanted to be with him. He always stopped her thinking like that. He always helped her to see the best in things, to be optimistic, to have hope. Hope that he would still want her was something that she couldn't allow herself though. She decided the best thing would be to go home and forget. She just couldn't allow herself hope, and put herself in the position of rejection. Home may be lonely, but it was safe, and that was all she would allow herself right now.

On the night of the Armageddon pay per view, Randy was torn. Lita had called him to wish him luck, and she'd sounded so down, he'd just wanted to blow off the show and fly straight out to see her. She'd said that she'd be watching though, and he wanted to put on a good show, to make her proud of him.

He'd promised to call her after the match, as she was worried. After having dealt with Matt after several ladder matches, she was only too aware of how brutal these gimmick matches could be. She wanted to be sure that he was ok.

She was right, the match was brutal. She'd watched most of it from behind a cushion; despite her training in Mexico and experience in ECW, she still hated watching the people she loved getting involved in these sort of matches. It was partly because of her experience that she knew exactly what could go wrong.

Her heart was thumping almost through her chest when her phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Lita… hey babe."

"Randy," relief must have been evident in her voice, "you ok sweetheart?"

"I'll live."

"It was good, shame about the result, but you were great."

"Thanks Li." Randy was silent for a moment, as if he was contemplating saying something. "I wish you were here."

Lita sighed inwardly. She almost wished that too. "I'd have been a distraction love, you know that. Shall I come over to St Louis this weekend?"

"If you want to." Randy was surprised, and pleased. They hadn't really spent any time together since the last time at Lita's house. "I'd really like that."

"Me too," she wasn't sure what she was letting herself in for, what she would do when she got there, but she had to see him again. To test her own feelings, as well as his. "I'll call you with my flight details, yeah?"

"I'll come and meet you angel."

"I miss you Randy." She wasn't too sure where that came from. Maybe her feelings came out when she didn't try to analyse them too much.

"I miss you too." She could hear in his voice that he was telling the truth, and it warmed her heart.

This was getting too deep though, and she needed to change the subject, "what are you doing tonight?"

Randy was nonplussed by the change in subject. He knew Lita was finding it difficult, and was just happy that they might be getting somewhere at last. "I'm just going out for a few drinks with the guys. There's a few guys over from Raw for the weekend, so I'll be catching up with them I guess."

Lita's breath caught in her throat. Chris Masters had said he was going to Armageddon. She had no idea if he would say anything or not. A thousand scenarios played out in her head, none of them good.

Randy sensed that something was wrong, "Li, babe, what is it?"

"Nothing. It's nothing," she attempted to recover her composure, but her voice was still shaking, "you have a good time."

"You sure you're ok babe?"

"I'm fine," she closed her eyes as tears began to form, "I'm gonna go now Randy, I'll speak to you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Love ya Li."

"Love you too."

He hung up, desperately hoping that she meant those last three words.

She sat back on her couch, sobbing, convinced that she'd ruined everything. She felt like Masters held her future in his hands, and that she could do nothing to affect it.