Chapter 3

"Why the hell is she back?" Lita asked Hunter again, opening her eyes. They both watched Chyna retreating down the hall, then looked at each other. She stood up again, too nervous to stay seated.

"She wants revenge, that's what she said," Hunter replied.

"Revenge for what?" she asked.

"What happened between the two of us a few years ago," he said quietly. He sighed. "I wish that never happened."

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "Sorry because I started the whole thing. I know you probably regret it all."

"I don't regret what happened between us," he assured her quickly. "I just regret that she found out about it."

"Me, too," she agreed. "So what does she want you to do in the match between Shawn Michaels and Chris Masters?"

"She wants me to interfere to make sure Shawn wins."

"That's it?" she asked, surprised. "No, things are never that simple with her. What else does she want?"

"She wants me to attack Masters wearing a DX shirt," he said, standing up and leaning against the wall. "My guess is that she wants to somehow reunite DX."

"Of course," she realized. "So she can get her job back."

"I have an idea of who she's going to use to get her job back," he said with a sigh. "Me. And how do you think Stephanie's going to react to that?"

"She's not going to like it one bit, since it was your brilliant idea to fire her in the first place."

He sighed heavily. "I have no choice but to do what Chyna says. She knows things about me, about us, that no one else needs to know."

"And... She has a gun..." Her voice trailed off. "I'm really sorry I dragged you into this mess. It's all my fault."

"It's not your fault. I could've turned you away," he reminded her. "But I wanted you as much as you wanted me."

"Thank you," she whispered, confusing him as she leaned her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around him.

"For what?" he asked, instinctively putting his arms around her. A feeling of familiarity washed over him. He hadn't held her in his arms for a long time. He had largely avoided her after successfully getting Chyna dismissed from the company. It had been painful, but he had to move on with his life, with his wife, and that meant leaving Lita, and a piece of his heart, behind.

"For not hating me," she replied in response to his question.

"I never hated you, and I don't regret you or what happened," he said. He went on to admit, "I still love you, you know."

"I still love you, too," she confessed, looking up at him.

He looked down into her eyes, looked at her lips, then back into her eyes. They had that familiar fire in them, that same fire that had been in them a few years ago when she'd made her first move. He identified with that fire, and he knew that his eyes reflected the same image.

He began to lean down to kiss her, then stopped himself. "This can't happen again," he said firmly, letting her go. "I love my wife. I can't do this to her again."

"You're right. And I love M...Edge," she said in a loud voice. "We can't hurt them."

"Right. Look, I need to go get ready to interfere in Shawn's match, so I'll have to catch you later," he said.

"Be careful out there, Hunter," she said, placing a hand on his muscular arm. "I mean it."

"I will, as long as you're careful, too," he promised. He looked at her and couldn't resist leaning down to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Promise me you'll be careful. Chyna's dangerous, and she has a gun."

"I'll be careful," she promised. "As long as we do what she says, maybe... Maybe everything will turn out ok."

"We can only hope that. With Chyna, you just never know," he said sadly. He started walking away, leaving her behind.

Familiar scene, she thought, watching him walk away. Then she started to walk in the other direction, stomach churning. She couldn't believe the way she was starting to feel for him again, couldn't believe that he still loved her...

And she couldn't believe what a psychotic bitch Chyna was.