To Be Saved
(8/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author:Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com Characters: Victoria, Batista, Dawn Marie, Scott Steiner, Randy Orton, Paul
Wight, Brock Lesnar
Genre: Drama Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of this fiction, they are all property of themselves. I am however owner of this work of fiction, and
would greatly appreciate NOT being plagiarized.
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Dave stepped inside of the restaurant, walking over to the booth and seating himself across the table from the other large man. "Paul, man... thanks for showing up."
Paul nodded slowly from where he sat before shrugging his shoulders lightly. "Not like I had any other plans..." He trailed off slowly at his words. "So why'd you ask me here, man? What's going on?" He asked, studying his friend closely as their waitress approached the table.
"I'll have a coke..." Dave spoke, running a hand through his hair, trying to collect his thoughts in the short moment that he had.
"Dr. Pepper." Paul spoke shortly, watching the waitress walk away to get their drinks before his eyes landed back on Dave, waiting silently.
"It's about Lisa." Dave spoke after a moment, exhaling heavily. "Dawn asked me to not talk to you about this, but I can't see how I can keep this shit to myself. She's been your best friend for years. I think that you should be the first to know."
"The first to know?" Paul asked, his forehead instantly creasing, his gaze on Dave becoming more intense by each moment. The first to know what? Paul was becoming seriously worried about Lisa, and he needed to know what was going on with her. He needed to know what was happening with her.
"I sat down and talked to Randy last night—because Dawn had asked me to. You see, Dawn was in the locker room with Lisa last week. She found a bruise on her arm. Lisa said Scott had grabbed her by the arm, and left it." He paused for a short moment in thought. "Dawn wasn't so sure."
"Then who does she think the bruise is from?" Paul felt his jaw clench slowly as he listened closely to Dave. Somebody was hurting Lisa. God damn it! If he could just get his hands on whoever was doing this...
"She didn't say. But I went to talk to Randy to see if maybe he knew something." He glanced down at his hands as the waitress stopped at the table with their drinks, and a friendly smile.
"Can I get you boys something to eat?"
"A—a bacon cheeseburger will be fine, thanks." Dave spoke, his mind scattered as he tried to gather his words.
"I'll have the same." Paul spoke shortly, his jaw clenching as he wrung his hands atop the table. "What bastard did this?"
"From what Randy said, from what I pieced together... from hints, from adding everything together."
"Cut the shit, Dave. Who is it?" Paul shot a no-nonsense glare in his direction. He needed to know and he needed to know now so that he could beat the living hell out of whoever it was that had laid a hand on her.
"It's Randy."
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"Thanks for the clothes, Dawn." Lisa spoke softly, pushing her dampened hair behind her ears as she looked over at Dawn.
"It's no problem, sweetie. It's the least I could do." Dawn assured her with a gentle smile before placing a soft kiss on her cheek. It was going on noon and Lisa had finally woken up, still not having spoken to her about the previous night. She just needed someone that she could trust. And she knew that she could trust Dawn. She was her best friend...
Her best *female* friend.
She exhaled slowly with a small nod, closing her eyes. She missed Paul so much right now. He always knew the right thing to say, to do. And she just wished that he was there to make her laugh; she wished that he was there for her to lean on. But she also knew that she could reveal everything to him, she couldn't let go. Because that would be the end of her... and she knew that in doing that she would be risking Paul and his beautiful little girl, Sierra Marie.
"You okay, honey?" Dawn asked her gently after a long moment, her eyes having glazed over slightly as her mind wandered about.
Lisa blinked her eyes repetitively before speaking softly. "Yeah, I'm alright." Lisa offered a gentle smile, glad that the shirt she had found of Dawn's was in fact long sleeved. She couldn't risk baring her bruises. Not again. Not after the slip up that she'd had with Dawn, baring even her smallest bruise.
She knew how much trouble that it could cause. And she wouldn't allow that to happen. She couldn't.
After another moment there was a loud knock on the door, and both women turned their heads towards the door. Dawn approached it before slowly pulling it open to find none other than Randy Orton standing on the other side, smiling sweetly at Dawn. "Hey girl, did Lis crash here last night?"
Dawn glanced over her shoulder at Lisa before nodding slightly. "Yeah, Dave sent her away from what I heard... we passed out early." She managed a laugh as she looked up at him. He simply smiled down at her and nodded.
"Can I have her back?"
"She's all yours. Handle with care." And with that, Lisa made her way to the door to meet him, placing a tender kiss on his lips and forcing a smile.
"Hey baby, I missed you." She whispered softly before slipping her hand into his and walking with him down the hallway.
"I missed you, too." He admitted after a moment. "Are you up for breakfast before I head off to the gym with Scott and Bill?"
"Yeah, of course I am. I'm starved." Lisa smiled, enjoying the feeling that she was having at that moment with him. It was one of their better moments. No problems. Just her and Randy. The old Randy, the sweet Randy... the Randy that would never raise his hand to her. The Randy that would never hurt her, intentionally or not.
Silently they stepped on the elevator together as Randy slid his arms around her waist slowly, dipping his head down to place a slow kiss on her lips.
This was the Randy that she loved. This was the Randy that she'd missed for so long.
She closed her eyes and exhaled as they exited the building, hands intertwined. Maybe things were starting to look up, and maybe she would have *her* Randy back again.
(8/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author:Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com Characters: Victoria, Batista, Dawn Marie, Scott Steiner, Randy Orton, Paul
Wight, Brock Lesnar
Genre: Drama Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of this fiction, they are all property of themselves. I am however owner of this work of fiction, and
would greatly appreciate NOT being plagiarized.
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Dave stepped inside of the restaurant, walking over to the booth and seating himself across the table from the other large man. "Paul, man... thanks for showing up."
Paul nodded slowly from where he sat before shrugging his shoulders lightly. "Not like I had any other plans..." He trailed off slowly at his words. "So why'd you ask me here, man? What's going on?" He asked, studying his friend closely as their waitress approached the table.
"I'll have a coke..." Dave spoke, running a hand through his hair, trying to collect his thoughts in the short moment that he had.
"Dr. Pepper." Paul spoke shortly, watching the waitress walk away to get their drinks before his eyes landed back on Dave, waiting silently.
"It's about Lisa." Dave spoke after a moment, exhaling heavily. "Dawn asked me to not talk to you about this, but I can't see how I can keep this shit to myself. She's been your best friend for years. I think that you should be the first to know."
"The first to know?" Paul asked, his forehead instantly creasing, his gaze on Dave becoming more intense by each moment. The first to know what? Paul was becoming seriously worried about Lisa, and he needed to know what was going on with her. He needed to know what was happening with her.
"I sat down and talked to Randy last night—because Dawn had asked me to. You see, Dawn was in the locker room with Lisa last week. She found a bruise on her arm. Lisa said Scott had grabbed her by the arm, and left it." He paused for a short moment in thought. "Dawn wasn't so sure."
"Then who does she think the bruise is from?" Paul felt his jaw clench slowly as he listened closely to Dave. Somebody was hurting Lisa. God damn it! If he could just get his hands on whoever was doing this...
"She didn't say. But I went to talk to Randy to see if maybe he knew something." He glanced down at his hands as the waitress stopped at the table with their drinks, and a friendly smile.
"Can I get you boys something to eat?"
"A—a bacon cheeseburger will be fine, thanks." Dave spoke, his mind scattered as he tried to gather his words.
"I'll have the same." Paul spoke shortly, his jaw clenching as he wrung his hands atop the table. "What bastard did this?"
"From what Randy said, from what I pieced together... from hints, from adding everything together."
"Cut the shit, Dave. Who is it?" Paul shot a no-nonsense glare in his direction. He needed to know and he needed to know now so that he could beat the living hell out of whoever it was that had laid a hand on her.
"It's Randy."
*********
"Thanks for the clothes, Dawn." Lisa spoke softly, pushing her dampened hair behind her ears as she looked over at Dawn.
"It's no problem, sweetie. It's the least I could do." Dawn assured her with a gentle smile before placing a soft kiss on her cheek. It was going on noon and Lisa had finally woken up, still not having spoken to her about the previous night. She just needed someone that she could trust. And she knew that she could trust Dawn. She was her best friend...
Her best *female* friend.
She exhaled slowly with a small nod, closing her eyes. She missed Paul so much right now. He always knew the right thing to say, to do. And she just wished that he was there to make her laugh; she wished that he was there for her to lean on. But she also knew that she could reveal everything to him, she couldn't let go. Because that would be the end of her... and she knew that in doing that she would be risking Paul and his beautiful little girl, Sierra Marie.
"You okay, honey?" Dawn asked her gently after a long moment, her eyes having glazed over slightly as her mind wandered about.
Lisa blinked her eyes repetitively before speaking softly. "Yeah, I'm alright." Lisa offered a gentle smile, glad that the shirt she had found of Dawn's was in fact long sleeved. She couldn't risk baring her bruises. Not again. Not after the slip up that she'd had with Dawn, baring even her smallest bruise.
She knew how much trouble that it could cause. And she wouldn't allow that to happen. She couldn't.
After another moment there was a loud knock on the door, and both women turned their heads towards the door. Dawn approached it before slowly pulling it open to find none other than Randy Orton standing on the other side, smiling sweetly at Dawn. "Hey girl, did Lis crash here last night?"
Dawn glanced over her shoulder at Lisa before nodding slightly. "Yeah, Dave sent her away from what I heard... we passed out early." She managed a laugh as she looked up at him. He simply smiled down at her and nodded.
"Can I have her back?"
"She's all yours. Handle with care." And with that, Lisa made her way to the door to meet him, placing a tender kiss on his lips and forcing a smile.
"Hey baby, I missed you." She whispered softly before slipping her hand into his and walking with him down the hallway.
"I missed you, too." He admitted after a moment. "Are you up for breakfast before I head off to the gym with Scott and Bill?"
"Yeah, of course I am. I'm starved." Lisa smiled, enjoying the feeling that she was having at that moment with him. It was one of their better moments. No problems. Just her and Randy. The old Randy, the sweet Randy... the Randy that would never raise his hand to her. The Randy that would never hurt her, intentionally or not.
Silently they stepped on the elevator together as Randy slid his arms around her waist slowly, dipping his head down to place a slow kiss on her lips.
This was the Randy that she loved. This was the Randy that she'd missed for so long.
She closed her eyes and exhaled as they exited the building, hands intertwined. Maybe things were starting to look up, and maybe she would have *her* Randy back again.
