Title High-Speed Stakes (4?)

Author Cristal

Email PG13

Disclaimer All character names belong to the WWE and respective individuals: the rest really does belong to me. ;)

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Notes It was recommended I recommend a video to people so you have a better idea what this fic is about. Watch 'The Fast and The Furious' to get a better idea of what exactly is going on in this story…

Summary Christian and Lita are working on drag cars (although not publicly referred to as such ;) in a garage.

The Undertaker stepped out of his office, looking into the fairly quiet showroom around him. He tucked his hands in his jean pockets before seeing Lita sitting at one of the glass tables, near the window of the garage. He strolled over, watching as she scribbled furiously on the paper. "What are you working on Li?"

She sighed as she glanced up. "I was finishing up the paperwork for dickhead to pick his car up today."

He snorted as he took a seat across from her at the table. "Which 'dickhead' Red?"

She smirked before it melted into a pout. "Edge and his Mustang."

"Ah." He shook his head with a smirk. "What brought about this change all of a sudden?"

Her head darted up. "What are you talking about?"

"Trust me, yesterday, I KNOW that wasn't what you were thinking about him."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, I think you do."

"Nope."

"Right. Yesterday you were finally using that smile how I told you to…"

She blushed, ducking her head down as she pretended to work on the paperwork laid out in front of her. "Don't know what you're talking about…"

He shook his head again with a sigh. "Well, I do. And if I was about fifteen years younger, I'd a been falling all over myself if you looked at me the way you were looking at that boy."

She frowned. "Well, it obviously had no affect on HIM. Anyway he's a prick."

"Why the sudden change?"

"Let's just say he changed my mind Taker."

"That's too bad…because I don't think he changed his…"

"Would you stop being so cryptic!" she replied with a pout, arms crossed over her chest as she looked out the window.

He chuckled as he got up stretching. "Gotta go check on Christian. See how he's doing with your car."

She nodded, continuing to look out the window with a pout. She tilted her head slightly as she saw a flash of silver come to a blazing stop in one of the parking spots right outside the door. She frowned slightly, not recognizing the car. It was a sporty silver car with thin lines of blue that turned into an intricate design at the tail of the car. It was a regular two door Tiburon with a sunroof and tinted glass. She pouted until the door swung open and a blonde stepped out, cracking a piece of bubblegum.

Lita jumped up with a smile, meeting him at the door as he came in with a grin. "CHRIS! I didn't know it was you!"

He laughed, hugging the redhead before sitting her down again with a bright smile. He lifted the small round sunglasses off, perching them on top of his blonde head, revealing big blue eyes that sparkled merrily. "You know I'm hurt that you didn't even recognize me Red."

"Well geez Chris, I haven't seen you in what? Six months or something? Probably since the last race."

He shrugged as they stepped further into the store, hands still joined. "Yeah, probably. Plus, I got a new car."

She nodded as she glanced at the sporty silver number again. "From your wins last time?"

He nodded in response. "Yeah. I kicked ass and blew the engine in my last car. So, I just opted to get a new one."

"It's cool. I like the paint job."

"Thanks. Christian recommended the guy to do it: Andrew Martin."

"Yeah, he's awesome, I agree!" she paused. "So, you entering this time?"

"Nah, not this time. I'm gonna work a couple of small races and get some money up before I beef up that little Hyundai out there. Then I'll probably hit the one next time after." He replied with a shrug before looking down at her with a grin. "I heard you're entering this time around though…"

"News travels fast, doesn't it?" she laughed.

"Well, when you got Taker sponsoring not one but TWO people for a race, you know it'll be a rumor mill." He grinned again.

"True I suppose…" she smiled at him again. "So to what do we owe this wonderful visit anyway?"

"Do I really have to have a reason?"

"Yes you do."

"Well, you got me I suppose." He smirked. "I actually just wanted to pick up a couple of glass packs for my cousin."

"That's cool." She stepped behind the counter, running information through the computer as he rattled it off. "It'll take me just a minute to run back at get it Chris."

"Take your time Red."

She stuck her head in the garage door, yelling. "CHRISTIAN! Chris is here!"

She waved over her shoulder stepping back into the stock rooms as the garage door opened again, showing in Christian who was grinning. "Jericho! Long time no see man!"

"Well, hey after I kicked your ass last race I figured I'd give you time to cool off!"

"Oh, funny. Nice to see your sense of humor hasn't tarnished." He smirked. "What have you been up to?"

"Not a whole hell of a lot actually. Like I was telling Red, just picked up my new car and had it painted and stuff." He pointed over his shoulder.

Christian glanced out with an approving nod. "Test did a kick ass job of course. The man paints better than I do…"

"Yeah I know."

Christian grabbed him in a headlock. "What was that Jerky!"

Chris was laughing as he pushed the other man back slightly. "I was just agreeing with you Christian!" he stepped back, arms crossed over his chest. "I can't believe Taker is sponsoring you. That's great."

Christian bobbed his head, ponytail bouncing with the movement as he grinned. "I know. He's sponsoring Lita too if we get done in time with it."

"Yeah I heard." He paused a moment before biting his bottom lip. "You know…um, I also heard something else…"

He tilted his head, blue eyes darkening at Chris' hesitation. "What was that?"

"Well, I had heard, just a rumor mind you, that Edge breezed into the area-"

"Not a rumor." Christian spat, crossing his arms over his chest with a frown.

"So, he's competing in the area now?"

He shrugged. "Don't know. Don't care. He can go to hell."

"Listen Christian, it was a long time ago…maybe you oughta just let bygones by bygones or something."

"He was here yesterday."

Chris paused a moment. "…oh…"

"Yeah. Looking to talk to me. We didn't say much. And then he ended up insulting Lita before he left."

"Insulting her?"

"He called me a race rat."

Both blondes looked up as Lita came back into the room, holding onto a couple of fair sized boxes. Chris frowned. "This happened yesterday?"

"In that very garage." She smiled without humor, setting the boxes down with a 'thunk'.

"Why?"

Lita bit her lip as she double-checked the contents of the boxes. "I mentioned I was concerned about Christian and their collective past. And he, uh, accused 'Christian of banging me on the nights we 'worked'. I didn't care much for that."

Christian's eyes narrowed slightly: this was the first he had heard the reasoning. "What happened?"

"I threatened him and slapped him so hard he probably thought he was in next week."

Chris smirked. "Good. Sounds like he deserved it."

She shrugged with a sigh as taped up the boxes. "He was being a dick. At first he was acting sweet and then I mention Christian and he acted like an asshole. After slapping him he called me a race rat. Wasn't nice. Wasn't friendly. Want to get dealing with him over ASAP."

"You're not done yet?" Chris asked.

She shook her head. "He's buying that red Mustang. Actually coming in today for it."

"Thank goodness. Then he can get the hell out and STAY out." Christian muttered, tossing his head back slightly.

Chris handed Lita money as she counted it out and put it away, pushing the boxes towards him. "It's no big deal. As soon as he's done, he's done."

Chris didn't look entirely convinced by the look in her hazel eyes. "Uh huh." He grabbed his stuff as they started towards the door. He shook hands with Christian before sweeping Lita into a huge hug. He set her giggling form down with a smile, tapping the end of her nose. "I'm gonna come watch you clean the floor with Christian at the race Red."

"Okay." She smiled.

Christian tackled her with a laugh. "Never!"

Chris waved at both as he left. "See you guys later!"

"Bye Chris!"

"Later man."

They let go of each other as Lita waved once more as he left. Neither noticed that Edge had been watching the entire exchange. He cocked his head as he looked at the two. "Is the little love-fest over yet? I think I'm gonna need a barf bag if you have one handy."

Christian stopped smiling as he frowned, glaring at the taller man. "I think you're gonna need a first aid kit soon if you don't learn to stop running your damn mouth."

Edge looked slightly amused as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Is that right Jay? What? Gonna sic your sex kitten on me?"

Christian lunged at the other man but was stopped by Lita, who stepped between the two. "Don't worry about it Christian."

"Lita-"

"Don't worry about it." She turned back to Edge who was smirking. "Your paperwork is finished. All I need are signatures than you're free to be out of our hair."

"No problem Red." He drew out the nickname for her, making her grit her teeth as he followed her into the building. "So tell me Kitten, do you get paid for your looks or talent?"

She prudently ignored Edge who was grinning like mad by that point. Christian was carefully maintaining his distance, although across the room, buffing the red car clean a final time. Lita swept the paperwork from the table to her hands, leading him to the table set up near the computer at the back of the showroom. "Tell me Edge." She emphasized his name, glaring at him. "Do you have anything besides air and sexists remarks in that blonde head of yours? Or is it purely space for rent?"

He frowned slightly, glaring at the redhead. "No, it's just the sexists remarks, so no room for you."

"Good because I wouldn't want it anyway." she spat back, pushing the paperwork at him and tossing a pen on the countertop. "Sign on all the X's." she watched him a moment, still frowning. The man certainly knew how to dress…dark jeans and a button down shirt with black boots and a long black leather duster jacket. She shook her head, redirecting her thoughts towards violence once more as he grinned at her, catching her stare.

"Like what you see?"

"Since it's all attached to you, not really."

As their less-than-friendly conversation was going on, Undertaker stood, leaning against the doorway of his office. He rolled his eyes. "You guys want to get finished with the flirting stage and just move along to the part where he's begging to take you out on a date?"

Lita started sputtering and Edge looked horrified. "What in the hell are YOU talking about man? Ask this skank out? Are you fucking joking!"

"Oh hell boy." He rolled his eyes again. "You know as well as I do that she's drop dead gorgeous. Hell, I know you're not stupid kid. Lita's beautiful and you know it."

"Scorchcake!" Christian whistled brightly.

Edge couldn't help but crack a smile at that comment of yesteryear before shaking his head once more. "Bullshit. And the day I beg HER for a date is the day-"

"Hell freezes over." Lita finished for him with a smile at her boss. "I'd say no anyway you know."

He arched an eyebrow as Christian came back up, tucking the rag in his back pocket. Taker shook his head. "I'll just let you finish up Lita, you know what you're doing."

She smiled with a nod before frowning at the tall blonde in front of her once more. "Let me get your keys. Christian, could you grab the door."

He nodded, heading over to the large double glass doors at the front of the arena. He went about unlocking them as Lita unlocked a cabinet, looking quickly and grabbing a set of keys that were attached to a key chain with the Mustang symbol on it. She stepped around the desk, holding the keys out towards him. He reached for them, but she slipped them out of his grasp once more as she walked with a smirk.

He gave her a sarcastic smile. "What you like to play with guys before you give 'em what they want?"

"Well what exactly do YOU want Edge?" she asked with a smile.

He wanted to smack himself: talk about walking right into one. "I'd like the keys to MY car girl."

"It's MY car until it's outside this arena honey." She smirked, jangling the keys just out of his reach as she made it to the red Mustang with a smile, holding up one key. "This one is to unlock the doors. This other one is to start the engine. You DO know what the engine is, right?"

"Funny."

She smiled again, although it wasn't as cruel this time. She opened the door, setting in the bucket seat with a sigh. She liked this car. Too bad the new owner was such a bastard. She started it up and grinned at the rumble of the loud engine in the show arena. Christian was grinning, bobbing his head as she pulled out, watching his friend have such a good time torturing another person other than him for once.

Lita sighed happily as she got out, a genuine smile crossing her lips. Edge tilted his head slightly, watching this vivid young woman. She was beautiful…he shook his head, ridding himself of those traitorous thoughts. She was a skank: not beautiful. Absolutely not. He sounded pathetic: he needed to get out of her vicinity for a while. Lita showed him into the car, slamming the door shut. He grinned at her, propping a pair of sunglasses over his gunmetal gray eyes. "I'll see you soon Red."

She flipped him off, still smiling. "Yeah, too bad you don't have a chance in hell of actually winning you arrogant bastard."

He laughed. "Ask your pal Christian about that Red. Then you'll know what you're really dealing with!"

Lita pouted as she watched him pull out in a squeal of rubber on the pavement, tires chirping merrily as he went down the road. She shook her head as she headed back through the large double doors. "He's such a dick."

"You get used to it." Christian added as they shut the large heavy doors.

Lita just arched an eyebrow at that.

End Chapter 4