I actually like this chapter. the lyrics are Seether and Amy Lee's "Broken"

i absolutley LOVE that song! enjoy

Chapter 6

Me and You…Broken in Two

His head was on fire. The rock he was sitting on was extremely uncomfortable. Lesnar got up and stood at the edge of the lake. The water was calm as only a light breeze blanketed the area. Brock rubbed his fingers on his right hand together vigorously. He could still feel Stephanie's smooth skin and facial features on his fingertips. He squatted down and began washing his hands in the lake, hoping to remove any evidence of the fact that Brock had just assaulted a McMahon. He suddenly felt very guilty.

"Damn." Brock said softly to himself. He glanced at his watch. IN just over twenty-four hours, he would be defending his title against Kurt and Big Show. Brock searched for his title belt for a few moments before realizing he left it back at the picnic site. He felt lost, insecure…and a little bit stupid for feeling lost and insecure about not having his title with him.

Suddenly, Brock stood up quickly and faced the woods. He could have sworn he heard someone coming. He struggled to see through the thick trees and brushes. Not a soul. Brock struggled to listen again but he heard only the birds chirping. He sighed and sat back down. He looked down a spotted a guitar leaning up against the rock he was sitting on. He could have sworn it wasn't there before. He picked it up and plucked one of the strings. Brock tried to recall his guitar and piano lessons he took in high school with no success. He plucked one of the strings, followed by three more. It had a nice ring to it. Brock repeated five notes over and over in different rhythms. He finally found one that sounded right. Brock pulled out a pen and notebook from his backpack and pressed the tip of the pen onto a blank sheet of paper.

Nothing happened.

What could he possibly write about? How he was going to loose his title tomorrow? Or how about when he shoved Stephanie into a grill. Or better yet, how he was going to kill Chris Halliwell if he called him Mr. Potato head one more time…

Brock smiled, but quickly dismissed the thought. Melanie had always said that it was always more meaningful to write about something you felt strongly about. It was also harder. Brock played the five notes again. He closed his eyes.

Flashback

… Melanie appeared to be sleeping, her chest moving up and down slowly and softly. Brock moved closer, still not wanting to wake her. A box of tissues sat on the nightstand next to her and a few on the bed. One was still in her hand. He slowly got into bed with her and carefully removed the tissue from her hand. It was still moist. Brock looked down at her. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were red, her eyes were puffy. She had been crying, no more than a half hour ago.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. She didn't move. They had a fight…so what? Doesn't mean he doesn't love her.

"You were right today Melanie. Just because you stood up for what you thought was right, doesn't make me love you any less than I do now." He said quietly. She began to stir, but then settled in another sleeping position.

"Actually," he started again, "it makes me…love you more." Brock said, surprising himself. Again, she didn't move. Brock assumed she was really sleeping. "Good night baby." He whispered.

Brock felt himself become lighter as another image appeared before him.

"…And last, but certainly not least, I just wanna thank someone that has been with me since day one. The best thing that has happened to me since I started working here, Brock." Melanie said turning to Brock. He quickly turned his attention to Mel as she spoke. "Without you, none of this would have been possible. You've been so patient with me in training and otherwise. You are the only strength I need to keep going. You're optimism is what keeps me trusting. Every time I look at you, I find peace. You're everything to me and I'm so proud of you." She said smiling.

Flashback End

Brock slowly opened his eyes. He could feel Melanie's laughter in his head. It was so soothing. Suddenly, his pen began moving across the page until he had four lines down. He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped.

"I see you found my guitar." Melanie said softly. Brock gasped.

"I didn't hear you coming. Uh, yeah." He said without looking at her. She knelt down next to him. There was a long pause until Brock spoke up again.

"Is Steph ok?" Melanie shrugged.

"An ambulance just came by and picked her up. She was knocked out cold. Rey Mysterio just went into the house to call Vince McMahon to tell him his daughter is in the hospital." Melanie spotted the look on Brock's face and quickly changed the subject.

"Whatcha got there?" She said pointing to the closed notebook. Brock quickly put it on the ground.

"Nothing." He said.

"Oh c'mon!" Mel argued, "It's gotta be something, you've been gone for almost an hour." Brock hesitated and gave the notebook to Melanie. She opened to the first page and read the four lines Brock had conjured.

"Did you come up with this music and lyrics?" She asked. Brock nodded in shame. Melanie grabbed the guitar.

"Go ahead, sing it and I'll play the music. We'll see how it sounds." She said softly. Brock stood up.

"I don't think so Mel. Look we both know what your thinking. Don't worry, the monster is back in his cage, he won't bite you. You don't have to do this." He said angrily. Melanie remained silent for several moments. Instead of saying something, she began playing the guitar. Brock looked sown at his pathetic lyrics. Melanie looked up at Brock.

"I really want you to sing it, please?" She asked. Brock looked down at his lyrics again and began singing them.

I wanted you to know, that I love the way you laugh

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away

I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.

Melanie stopped playing.

"I like it. I like it a lot." She said calmly.

"Yeah?" Brock asked in shock. Melanie nodded.

" All we need to do is come up with a chorus and a few more lyrics and we've got a great song." Brock nodded.

"I have bigger things to worry about than some song Mel." He said folding the lyrics and placing them in his pocket. Melanie carefully placed the guitar on the ground and sat on the large rock with Brock. They looked at the lake as the sun began to set. All they could hear were the crickets and the faint sounds of the music from the party behind them. The sky was bursting with vibrant colors. It was so beautiful, you couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. The lake glistened as if there were a million diamonds. Melanie closed her eyes. She knew exactly what was on his mind. She just wished there was some way she could explain herself to him.

Melanie got up and stood at the edge of the lake. She looked down at the smaller rocks and picked one up. She turned around to face Brock.

"This is you Brock." Melanie said holding the rock in her hand. Brock stood up and looked at it. Melanie continued.

"You're firm, durable, rigid and very inflexible. Not to mention stubborn." She said decisively. He looked at the rock and suddenly felt offended.

"Melanie, I know I'm difficult to-." He started. Melanie interrupted him.

"No Brock, I don't think you do know. You keep saying that you're difficult and stubborn and arrogant. But you don't do anything about it. Melanie felt her stomach turn. Brock was speechless. Melanie turned her back on Brock and looked at the lake.

"That's me." She said pointing at the lake, "Calm, consistent and a little bit rough during bad weather." Brock nodded in agreement. Melanie looked at the rock in her hand and then at the lake. They were two completely different elements, how could they possibly relate? Brock got up and stood next to Melanie as she threw the rock into the lake. It hit the surface of the water, leaving behind several ripples. Melanie thought for a moment.

"See how the ripples get bigger and bigger? That's what happens when we're together. The flow is interrupted and unbalanced." She said quietly. Brock watched as the waves grew. He dropped his head.

"Are you saying we shouldn't be together?" He asked weakly. Melanie sighed.

"I'm saying that we shouldn't be together…but we are together." Brock looked again at the lake. The ripples were becoming bigger, but less intense.

"But the swells will eventually die off and the lake will be calm again, right?" Brock said. Melanie nodded. Brock turned away sadly. So this was how it was going to end? He lost his girl and tomorrow he was going to loose his title. Mel grabbed Brock's hand.

"Don't you understand? The ripples aren't necessarily a bad thing. Yes, there are going to be some problems because of who we are but…" She looked at the lake once again, "Even after the waves have settled, that rock will always be a part of that lake…always." Brock smiled a little.

"So we're not breaking up?" He asked. Melanie shook her head.

"No, I'm saying that no matter what happens, we're gonna get through it. But I need you to do your part ok? When you're angry or miserable or frustrated or whatever, you can't act like a child. I need you to talk to me…yes?" she asked. Brock nodded. Melanie moaned.

"That's not good enough. I want you to promise me that we'll talk more…that you'll come to me when things aren't going your way instead of taking it out on someone close to you, because God knows I'm sick of it." She said firmly, "I don't wanna have to make up excuses for you anymore. I don't wanna be scared of you anymore." Brock held her close to him and sighed.

"I promise…and I'm sorry."