Title: I Will Always Love You

Author: Juliette

Rating: Teen with Mature Themes

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone you see in this fiction. They are the property of WWE and to themselves. So please do not sue me. Because all you will get from me is student loans and a very fat black and white cat named Max, and two frisky and somewhat annoying kittens.

Summary: One-shot Series about Valentines day, the diva's and the superstars are celebrating the most romantic holidays in their own special ways.

Author's Note: I am going to keep the little poll open but, I am narrowing it down between Dawn Marie, Stephanie, Gail Kim, Molly Holly and Miss Jackie.


Moment in Time

You ever have one of those moments? You know when you see a guy you haven't seen in over three months, and of course he isn't just any guy off the street he's the guy. The guy who you gave everything you had to give too. And you know the kind of power "the guy" has over you, even when he broke your heart, and even though you hate him. He still has that power over you. The power you would give up everything to get back.

Oh and of course you see him again, and of course you look worse than you ever have. No I am not kidding, you look atrocious. You couldn't have run into yesterday when you were made up beyond recognition because of the photo shoot. Your hair's a mess, your clothes are wrinkled, and your general disposition is cranky. So as I said, of course this is the moment he steps back into your life.

It just had to be. Fate wouldn't have it any other way.

This morning. Twenty minutes ago. I had that moment. I saw him.

She had imagined this situation so many times before, all the cruel and hateful things she would say, and what does she do, she hides.

Yes folks I hid from him. How pathetic am I?

Wait don't answer that question.

Hey don't judge me. Every girl at some point in her life has one, he is of course wrong for you in every possible way. The guy your friends warned you about, the player. But that makes him just more irresistible doesn't it?

I of course wanted to believe he was different, that he would be the one for me. That I would be the girl who tamed the beast.

But nothing ever seems to go my way anymore does it?

I want to hate him; I hate myself for my own ignorance in our relationship. Everyone warned me. Warned me that he would never change that he would always mess up.

But I ignored them all, I wanted to believe in him, and I did. Maybe just a little too much.

So anyway, this morning at 9 am when I was just getting back from a 2 hour work out at the gym there he was. In is immaculate suit and tie. He was still big as life, his huge shoulders dwarfing the small doorways. He still carried himself with more confidence then most men. And he still made her heart want to jump through her chest.

He still was the most beautiful thing she had seen in her entire life.

But still I hid from him.

He would laugh at me if he knew that, he always use to say I was the strongest female he had ever known.

But he always seemed to invoke things in me I would never do in any other aspect in my life.

When I was sure he was out of sight I quickly made my way up to my room. Already planning on hiding out until I was sure he was gone, and then I would do so ice cream therapy with my friends, and then try to get over this day.

But when the elevator finally opened on my floor I was greeted with the sight with Dave Batista sitting silently right in front of my hotel room door.

I had to stop myself from jumping right back into the elevator and just hitting a bunch of buttons trying to get away from him.

So I squared my shoulders and made my way over to his slumped over figure.

"Why are you here?" I ask. Am I bitter? Just a tad.

He stutters unsure, and I have to fight the urge to smile. Is it wrong that I like that I can still make him nervous. No one else can say they make the former world heavyweight champion nervous besides me.

"I wanted to see you."

"Why?" I ask him snippily the faster I can get him to leave the quicker I could forget that it was happening.

"I think we need to talk."

"Why you didn't want to before." Still bitter, if you were wondering.

"Vicky, please." I sigh at his plea and let my body slump down beside him.

"You have 5 minutes."

He waste at least 3 of those minutes just staring straight ahead his adam apple bobbing slightly. "I'm sorry." He finally speaks again.

I nearly fall over in shock. Dave actually admitting he is sorry. Stop the presses, everyone he finally seems to have grown a brain. Ok I need to stop being so bitter.

I can't even find the words to respond, so I don't. After a few moments, he lets his head fall into his hands, "I miss you." He whispers.

Again he stuns me into shock.

"You miss me." I finally utter dumbfounded.

"Yeah"

I sit there a moment before smacking him upside his fat head.

"You are something else you know that." I huff standing and kicking his leg.

"Hey wait… ow what the hell Vicky stop." Dave shouts trying to block her feet from kicking some vital parts of his body.

"After everything you think an "I'm sorry and I miss you" is enough." She shouts. "You broke my heart. If I didn't love you I would kill you."

"You still love me." He asks a grin starting to form.

"Never mind I am going to kill you." She mutters.

"Wait, jeez." He shouts as he takes holds of her wrists block her attempt to strangle him. "Please can we just talk."

Victoria sighed and fought for another minute, but them met his dark eyes. She wasn't going to give into him again.

"You can't expect me to always take you back, I love you but I can't do that." She sighs again.

"I just want to talk to you. If you still want to be with me after what I have to say it is up to you. But I need to talk to you, I love you too much not to try."

"It has to be different Dave."

"I know."

So maybe it was time I took a little of the blame. It wasn't like he was in it all by himself, I was there. I fought with him, I said some nasty things.

In no way am Iforgivinghim this quickly. I'm not weak like that. Don't misunderstand… But he was the "guy".

"Ok, come in."


Jules