Two days later, the hospital gave Robin the all clear to go home. Very carefully, Kane and Sasha loaded Robin into Kane's rented truck.
"So…how do I get there from here?" The big man asked as they pulled out onto a one-way street.
"Where are we?" Sasha asked from the back seat.
"Um…does St. Antoine mean anything?" Kane asked as they passed a street sign. He watched the light bulb flicker over Sasha's head in the rearview mirror.
The little bartender rattled off directions and the three of them rode in silence until they reached Robin's loft. Both of them were afraid they would wake her.
"Hey beautiful, we're home." Kane whispered as he brushed a lock of hair out of her face.
"Carry me. It hurts." She mumbled, half conscious.
"Grab Spike for me would you?" He asked Sasha who was already playing with the little dog.
In one fluid motion, Kane had Robin out of the truck and comfortably into his arms. Sasha ran ahead and opened the door.
"This is it, home sweet home." Sasha chimed as Kane ducked through the doorway. Robin was still sleeping soundly in his arms. "That's her room over there." The little blonde mumbled and directed him to the back of the apartment where the few doorways were.
"Thanks." He replied and whisked her off toward her bed.
"It's the one on the left." She offered as Kane stared dumbly between three bedroom doors. Kane nodded and backed through a red and black door.
The big man couldn't help but grin. He was standing in Robin's room, and it was so very Robin. The four walls were painted red while the moldings and doorframes were black. All around were pictures of her in wrestling gear. He assumed they were from when she wrestled for different federations. Kane grinned and set her gently down on the bed.
"Thanks baby…" She muttered, never opening her eyes. Kane smiled and covered her with an afghan that sat folded at the end of her bed.
"Get some sleep little girl." He whispered and kissed her on the forehead. "I want to get the hating part over with as quickly as possible." Robin nodded sleepily and curled up in the blanket.
Kane took another look around the room; at the hardwood floor covered with black throw rugs, at the guitar sitting in the corner, and couldn't help but smile again. This place was hers. It was so Robin. With one last look at the sleeping woman, he walked out, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Sasha jumped when he wandered back into the living room.
"Oh uh, your phone rang while you were in there. I didn't answer it." She said nervously. Kane smiled a thank you and grabbed it off the table.
"It's my brother." He told her. He was at a loss for something to say. Sasha nodded and edged her way toward her own bedroom.
Kane looked around suddenly, and realized he was alone. Shrugging, he flipped open his phone and dialed.
"Mark, pick up your phone." He waited. "I know you're there, you just called me from that number." He waited longer. "Helloooooooo? Pick up!" There was a thump and some muffled cursing.
"Hullo?" Mark wheezed.
"Did I interrupt anything?" Kane giggled.
"No. Apparently the phone in the garage isn't working." He grumbled. "How's Robin?"
"She's sleeping as comfortably as possible it would appear. So far, so good." He couldn't help but grin just talking about her. "What are you doing at home anyway?"
"I got 'ambushed' in the locker room last night so I could have the weekend off. Besides, McMahon is trying to angle it into our vendetta against Test."
"So it's our vendetta now?" Kane asked, irritated that the storyline seemed to have passed him by.
"Somebody had to keep it going without you here. Remember, I ran out there with you." Kane nodded into the phone.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm sorry you got dragged into this."
"It's alright." Mark sighed. Kane was so used to apologizing for nothing it came naturally. "I've been looking for an excuse to beat Test's face off a brick wall for a long time."
"Get in line big brother." Kane chuckled. "Keep it going for me for a couple of weeks. Then I'll be back." He could hear his brother laughing.
"Alright. Take care of that little girl. I'll talk to you later." Mark said. Kane made his goodbyes and hung up the phone just as Sasha reappeared carrying a couple of bottled beers.
"Here, I brought you one." She said meekly staring up at him. He smiled and accepted. "Okay…" She said flopping down into a big fluffy couch. "I went into my room and had a few of these." She shook a half empty bottle at him. "Because I think we need to talk." The last part was a little slurred.
"We need to talk huh?" He chuckled sitting down across from her on an equally fluffy loveseat. "About what?" The big man asked popping the cap off his bottle with his forearm. Sasha laughed out right.
"That's a neat trick."
"Just something I picked up from my brother." He grinned. "So…what do we need to talk about?" Sasha waved a hand toward the back of the house.
"You know what." She mumbled. "I wanna know what you're doing with Robin." Kane couldn't help but laugh.
"It's…it's not funny!" She yelled. "If you hurt her…"
"You'll what?" He was still giggling. Sasha shot him an irritated look.
"I'll…shit in your eye!" She blurted. Kane choked on his beer laughing.
"You'll what!" He squeaked. Sasha scrunched up her forehead in confusion.
"I have no idea where that came from." She started laughing too. "I'll shit in your eye and set your teeth on fire!" She laughed even harder.
"Stop it… Stop it! My sides hurt!" Kane managed to wheeze through his laughing fit. "How are you planning to set my teeth on fire?"
Sasha shook her head while she tried to finish her beer.
"I think we need more beer." She said throwing herself off the couch and toppling onto Kane.
"I don't think you need any more beer." He said to her as he held her up at arms length. "How many have you had anyway?"
"Oh…I only had two beers." She slurred and held up two fingers in case he missed it the first time. Kane raised an eyebrow. "…And four shots of Yukon Jack before that." She confided.
"Why did you do all that?" He asked setting her on her feet again.
"Because…" She shrugged. "You're big and scary."
"I'm big an scary?" He asked incredulously.
"I didn't…" She stopped and took a deep breath before running a hand through her platinum hair. "…Think I could talk to you sober." Kane sighed feeling guilty suddenly, but for no real reason.
"What did you think I was going to do?" He asked quietly. She shrugged again drunkenly.
"One more beer…" She grinned changing the subject. Kane rolled his eyes and agreed. It'd been a while since he had just relaxed. "Maybe I'll bring the Yukon too." She giggled and tripped over the leg of the table. "You didn't see that." She whispered, looking back at him. He nodded chuckling softly.
"No more Yukon for you okay?" He teased.
"No problem…" She said pushing open her bedroom door.
Kane set his empty bottle on the table and padded quietly over to Robin's door. No noise inside. He smiled and cracked it enough to see the interior. Robin was curled around her pillow. Kane was happy to see her looking peaceful for the first time since that night. She hadn't gotten much sleep in the hospital. She said they made her nervous.
Spike let out a little grumble at Kane's feet.
"There you are." He whispered. Spike looked up at him before pushing at the door. "What? Do you want to see too?" Spike growled softly and pushed his way inside before Kane could stop him.
The big man watched as the little dog jumped up onto her bed and sniffed her hair before hopping over her and curling up behind her knees.
"Spike!" Kane tried to whisper sternly. The little dog glanced at him, a severely irritated look on his face, and turned his back to Kane. "Get over here!" Kane tried again. Spike didn't move. Sighing, the big man walked away, leaving the door open a crack.
"I was wondering where you went." Sasha smiled up at him as he walked back to the couches. She had a beer and four shots of Yukon Jack set up in front of the empty couch.
"What's all this?" He asked.
"This…is you playing catch up." She said motioning to her handy work. There was an evil look in her eyes as she glanced up at him through her fringe of blonde bangs.
"What if Robin needs us?" He asked sitting down and sinking into the cushions. "Are we supposed to stumble in there and apologize for being drunk?" Sasha waved off his worry.
"When we were in tenth grade, she had her wisdom teeth pulled. She slept for two days straight. She never even budged. Then, when we were seniors, she broke her arm." Sasha giggled at the memory. "I think she was awake for a total of twelve hours the entire first week she was home." Kane couldn't help but laugh with her. "If she wakes up in the next twenty hours, I'll be shocked." The blond finished nudging a shot closer to him.
Kane glanced at the glasses in front of him, and then up at Sasha.
"So…she's out for the count?"
"Yep." She edged another shot closer to him.
"You're sure?" Sasha rolled her eyes.
"This is how I spent her other sick watch too." She laughed. Finally, the big man gave in and picked up the first shot.
"If she wakes up…" Kane started.
"…You'll shit in my eye?"
"Exactly! Then, I'll set your teeth on fire!"
"Just drink it!" Sasha yelled then abruptly covered her mouth and glanced back at Robin's door. Spike growled his annoyance from the doorway and went back inside.
"So far so good." Kane chuckled and tipped up the little glass.
"One down…three to go." Sasha chided him. "Then we'll see what you're made of."