Lilian walked into the venue for the night's show, holding Dave's hand tightly, a wide smile on her face as she made her way through the halls.

"Hello, Lilian," Lita said, smiling at the diva as she made her way through the halls. She paused, taking in Lilian's happy look. "Okay, either you just got some or something really good happened. Though getting some would fall in that second category anyway…"

"Lita!" Lilian exclaimed, blushing the same scarlet color as Dave.

"What? Married people can have sex too!" Lita replied, holding her hands up defensively.

"Wow… can we end this conversation here?" Lilian asked, her cheeks still burning at the fiery redhead's implications.

"Is that what people think when we walk in the arena?" Dave pondered. "I mean, do they think we look happy because we just had sex? Cause that only happens once in awhile."

"Dave, that would fall under the category of 'ending the conversation!'" Lilian exclaimed, glaring at Dave.

"Ew, Dave. Did you really need to say that?" Lita asked, scrunching up her nose at the idea of her friends having sex.

"Lita Dumas!"

"Okay, okay. But you need to tell me why you look so happy, Blondie," Lita requested, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, I got a call yesterday," Lilian began, feeling the excitement rise in her stomach again.

"From who?"

"From Mike Matthews."

Lita frowned for a moment, trying to place the name. Realization dawned on her face finally as she exclaimed, "Your record producer, Mike Matthews?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh, my God!" Lita exclaimed, enveloping Lilian in a huge hug. "This is awesome! It's been so long! When do you start?"

"I'm supposed to have a meeting with Mike and the executives next Monday. That is if Vince allows me to have off," Lilian trailed off.

"Oh, he will," Dave and Lita said at the same time before glancing at one another.

"Hey, we're the married couple here. We're supposed to be saying the same thing at the same time," Lilian teased playfully.

Lita laughed before continuing, "He will. Vince knows how important your music is to you."

"I hope so," Lilian said with a sigh. "I've been waiting for this for so long!"

"Tell me about it! I've had to listen to your lyrics for three years now!" Lita said, adding hastily, "Not that that's a bad thing. Your lyrics are fabulous."

"I knew what you meant, Li," Lilian replied with a laugh. "And I would love to keep gushing like a little girl, but we need to get to Vince's office to let him know."

"Okay," Lita replied, hugging Lilian closely. "Any chance you'll be needing a person to do a duet with?" she asked hopefully.

"I don't know, Lita," Lilian laughed.

"Well, call me if you do! Cause you know how much I love to sing too!"

"Yeah, I know," Lilian agreed. "I'll keep you in mind."

"Alright. Take care, Lilian. And good luck. He'll be fine with it."

Lilian and Dave made their way to Vince's office, the little blonde only hesitating briefly as she raised her hand to knock on the door.

"Come in," Vince called, his voice tinged with laughter.

Lilian could see why when she pushed the door open, as Hunter, Stephanie, and Linda were sitting there with him. "Lilian, Dave," he greeted. "What can I do for you?"

"Uh, I can come back later if needed," Lilian said hesitantly.

"Nonsense. We were actually just goofing around and not doing work," Vince replied with a wink. "So how can I help you?"

"Well," Lilian began, smiling at the four in front of them. "I got a call from my album producer yesterday. They want to begin work on it."

"Lilian! That's fabulous!" Linda was the first to reply, walking around Vince's desk to give the little blonde a big hug.

"Yeah! That's great," Stephanie agreed, hugging her friend as well.

"Congratulations, Lilian. I'm really happy for you," Vince chimed in.

"Thank you. Thanks a lot," she replied, grinning at Hunter when the wrestler flashed a thumbs up sign to her. "I appreciate it. It's been a long time coming."

"Yeah," Vince agreed. "So how can I help you? Do you want time to promote it on Raw? Cause that's yours."

"Wow," Lilian breathed. "I appreciate that, Mr. McMahon. But that's a far way off. I have to record the thing first."

"Okay."

"I, uh," she began, glancing at Dave, who smiled at her in a gesture to keep talking. She brought her eyes back to Vince's before continuing, "I need next Monday off. I have a meeting in New York at two o'clock in the afternoon. I know it's short notice, but-"

"You've got it," Vince replied automatically.

"Really?" Lilian asked, surprised she had been granted the time off so easily.

"Of course," Vince said with a wave of his hand. "Lilian. You rarely miss time. You never cause trouble backstage, you do signings without a second thought, you're so nice to the fans, and you're a good sport about things we ask you to do. Not to mention the fact that you never complain about the angles we give you. You've been a great sport about the storyline with Viscera."

"Well, I do have my own personal bodyguard to protect me," Lilian said with a laugh, placing a hand on Dave's chest.

Vince chuckled too, then stated, "I think I can handle letting you off a week."

Lilian beamed, then said softly, "Thank you. How are we going to write me out of the show for a week?"

Vince thought for a moment, glancing between Dave and Hunter. "I think I have an idea," he said slowly.

"What is it?" Lilian asked, unable to keep the wary tone out of her voice. Last time he had that look in his eyes it involved her getting shoved halfway across the ring by Trish.

Vince frowned for a few seconds, gathering his thoughts as he looked between the two wrestlers and ring announcer.

"For God's sake, what Vince?" Linda finally exploded, causing everyone in the room to jump at the small woman's outburst.

Vince composed himself, then said, "How about during Hunter and Dave's match tonight, the action spills to the outside and in trying to get away from Dave, Hunter pulls you in front of him as Dave's running?"

"What?" Dave asked, his voice louder than he realized. "You… you can't possibly think…"

"That's a good idea," Lilian said slowly, cutting off Dave's protests.

"It is. It allows Hunter to play more into the 'heel' role and it teases on the fact that you two are actually in a relationship."

"Okay," Lilian agreed, glancing at Dave, not surprised to see her husband looking as if he was about ready to explode.

"Lilian!" Dave sputtered. "How can you…"

"Dave, Hunter's been careful with me before," Lilian replied calmly. "Remember Summer Slam last year?"

"Of course I remember it," Dave snapped. "But there's a big difference between being shoved to the ground and sandwiched between two men who are over two hundred and fifty pounds!"

"I know, Dave," Lilian soothed. "But I'll be fine. I trust you and Hunter to not hurt me."

"Okay, fine," Dave finally conceded. "But I'm not happy with this. And we're gonna be practicing all day long."

Lilian choked back a sob, trying to will her stomach to settle as she forced herself to stand back up, laying her forehead against the cool metal of the wall in the women's locker room for a second as she tried to get the nausea to go away.

"Damn it," Lilian cursed. "Figures my nerves would kick in ten minutes before I had to be out there for Raw."

She walked out of the bathroom and to her bag, pulling out the bottle of Pepto Bismol that she always carried. "Looks like you'll be my friend tonight," Lilian said to the bottle, measuring out the dose of the disgusting pink liquid she needed.

Making a face, she swallowed the medicine, hoping that it was going to do the trick, at least until her segment with Hunter and Dave was over. Then, she could come to the back and puke her guts out all night long…

With a sigh, she tossed the bottle back in the bag and made her way to the gorilla where the officials and stage hands were standing. "Hey, Lil," Mike Chioda said softly. "Be careful out there," he told her.

"Careful is my middle name," Lilian replied casually, relieved to see the Pepto working so quickly as her stomach settled.

"No it's not. It's Anne," Mike replied quickly, smiling at her. "And need I remind you that you spent the night at the emergency room after Jamal Samoan Dropped you? Or that you were limping after Jarrett put you in the figure four?"

"Hey! Michael, neither of those things were my fault and you know it!" Lilian exclaimed.

"Uh huh. Sure. Anyways, I'll be out there with the medical technicians to assist you to the back, okay?"

"Alright," Lilian agreed. "Thanks."

"Welcome," Mike replied as the music crew fired up her music. "See you out there!"

Lilian sat quietly, not talking to Marc Yeaton that much, which actually was a rare occasion. Was she crazy for actually agreeing to go through with this little storyline? She wondered, fiddling with the base of her microphone, flipping it on and off every few moments.

"No, Lilian," she said softly to herself. "Everything will be just fine."

"Talking to yourself again?" Marc teased her, glancing at the action in the ring before bringing his gaze back to Lilian.

"Yeah, sort of," Lilian agreed.

"Getting nervous?" the timekeeper asked.

"A little," she replied honestly.

"You'll be fine," Marc reassured her.

"I hope so," Lilian replied with a sigh.

Glancing back to the match in the ring, she continued her brooding.

Then, realization dawned, and a cold wave of fear washed over her.

End Part 6.2