Chapter 16: Going To Smackdown
Batista's thumb traced like a whisper over her lips. He cupped her face in his hands, and brought her even closer.
Footsteps. Damn footsteps stopped them from going any further. Lauren let out a shudder and turned away from him. "I'll put the first aid kit back," she said quietly.
HHH and Flair stormed in. "That was the most outrageous thing I have ever seen! But don't worry Batista, I've made all the arrangements for you to go Smackdown this Thursday," HHH stated. Batista just nodded and failed to notice Lauren's surprised look.
"You're serious?" she asked.
"Yeah. JBL wanted to come over here and confront me, well now he's gonna pay for it," Batista stated.
Lauren's look of surprise turned into a glare, which was now directed at HHH. "And you're seriously letting him go alone?"
"Hey, Batista said he wanted to go by himself not me!" HHH defended.
"I can't believe this! You're going to let him go to Smackdown alone when not even half an hour ago you wouldn't even let him face one superstar by himself. If he goes to Smackdown he'll have to stand up against Smackdown's entire locker room!" she yelled. It was now HHH's turn to glare. Before he could say anything, Batista put a hand on Lauren's shoulder.
"Calm down Lauren, I'll be fine," he said.
Lauren simply glared at him and pushed his hand away as she turned to face him fully. "You almost got killed tonight and you want me to calm down!" She didn't say another word as she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the locker room.
Before Batista could go after her, HHH held him back. "Come on, you've gotta get packing. Your plane leaves in two hours." Batista glared at him, but started packing his things and changed. Once he was finished he looked all over the arena, but found no sign of Lauren. "All right Big Man, you're all set," HHH stated and tried dragging him out to the limo. He ignored Batista's protests about to looking for Lauren first. "You don't have time!" HHH growled with agitation.
Batista pulled his arm out of HHH's grasp and stared him down. "Listen, I'm going to call her, find out where she is, and see if she's all right." he said all too calmly. Batista pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. It took five rings before something happened.
"Hello?" her voice asked.
"Lauren! Are you–"
"Hello!" she repeated.
"Lauren it's me, I just called to–"
"You're going to have to speak up, I can't hear you!" she said.
"Lauren where are you?" Batista yelled.
"I probably can't hear you because I'm not here! Haha! I got you good didn't I? Leave a message and I'll be sure to get back to you. Luv ya!" It was her voice mail.
"Damn!" Batista cursed as he slammed his phone shut. "She tricked me with her damn voice mail." Batista put his hands on his hips and paced a little.
"Come on Batista, you don't have time to look for her. I'll tell you what, you leave right now for the airport, Ric and I will look for her. Then once we find her, we'll call you okay?" HHH negotiated. Batista thought about it for a moment then finally nodded. "Now go on!" he said anxiously. A little too anxiously for Batista's taste.
Batista figured he should just ignore it and walked out the limo. About twenty minutes later, his phone started ringing. "Hello?" he answered in a hurried voice.
"Hey Batista!" Lauren answered all too cheerfully.
"Lauren! Where in God's name are you!" Batista yelled.
"Whoa! Calm down, I'm heading off to the airport. Wouldn't you know it? There is a flight taking off to Smackdown's next show about an hour before yours. So I guess I'll see you up there. Oh, I'm here at the airport. See you on Smackdown! Bye!" Then she hung up.
"Damnit!" Batista roared. "She's going to Smackdown. Why does she have to be so–"
"Stubborn?" a familiar voice finished for him. Batista looked to notice the window separating him from the driver was going down. There he found Lauren's face poking in with her cellphone in hand. "Or were you going to say 'brilliant'?" Lauren smirked.
Batista didn't know whether or not to sigh with relief or yell at her for scaring him half to death. "Driver pull over so Ms. Lauren may sit in the back with me," he said calmly without taking his eyes off of Lauren's now horror-stricken face.
"Uh-oh!" she gulped as the driver slowed down. Before Lauren knew it, Batista had opened her door and took her by the hand to the back. Once they were both in and had closed the door, Lauren noticed the look on Batista's face. "Definitely 'uh-oh!'" she thought to herself. "N-now Batista, just let-let me explain!" she told him as she scooted away from him. He continued coming closer. "Eek!" Lauren tried to crawl to the other end of the limo, only to feel both her wrists be pulled back. "Aah!" Batista pulled her back into his chest and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her arms pinned to her side. "Hey let go! Or I swear I'll scr–" She stopped when she felt him put his forehead against the back of her head and breathe deeply, as if trying to calm himself. "Batista? Wha–"
"Do you have any idea how bad you scared me?" he asked in a growl. Lauren didn't know what to say. Before she could even think of a response, he began again. "Do you have any idea how fast my heart was beating when you didn't answer your phone and I couldn't find you anywhere? I thought that–" he stopped to take a deep breath. "It was like the night Snitsky got to you. I turned to the monitor just in time to see him throwing you into the ring. You have no idea how scared I was for you," he told her. Lauren let out a long sigh.
"I didn't mean to scare you tonight, Batista. But how scared do you think I was when you said how you'd be going to Smackdown alone? Tonight I know you would've kicked JBL's ass. But against all of Smackdown? Then when I saw his limo heading towards you–"
"Me? Lauren you could've been killed too!" Batista said lifting his head from hers.
"I know that but, you're needed in this business. I'm not. I can't stand the thought of you being hurt. I care about what happens to you damnit!" she yelled with tears in her eyes and fists clenched.
It was Batista's turn to be speechless. He loosened his grip only so her arms could be free, but still kept them wrapped around her to keep her close to him. "You think I don't care what happens to you? Lauren I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt. You can even ask Flair and HHH how pissed I was that night I fought Snitsky away from you. Hell I'd beat him again if he just looked at you," Batista told her. Lauren smiled a little bit, but had it fade as quickly as it came. "There's something else bothering you isn't there?" he asked.
"You're probably going to send me back to RAW as soon as we get to the airport aren't you?" she asked unable to look at him. She heard a long sigh come from him as he laid back completely against the back of the seat.
"Promise me, PROMISE me that you'll stay close when we get to the Smackdown arena," he mumbled closing his eyes, and allowing his arms to fall limp to his sides as if dreading the idea.
"I promise!" Lauren squealed and hugged him tightly around the neck. Of course while they were hugging, Batista didn't see the upset look on her face. "If he really goes to Smackdown toconfront JBL, he might end up going there permanently for the WWE Championship. I might never see him again," she thought to herself and hugged him even tighter.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Batista asked, noticing the tighter squeeze she had given him. She pulled back with a smile.
"Nothing! I just want to know what you plan to do once you get to Smackdown," she told him excitedly.
"Well, there is a thought I had in mind," Batista stated slyly as he whispered it into her ear.
"Oh! That's awesome. Now I actually can't wait until Thursday," Lauren said with a smirk.
"I can't either," Batista replied as they started staring into each other's eyes again. For the first time in the last fifteen minutes, Lauren realized she was sitting on Batista's lap. Her famous blush reappeared onto her face. Batista noticed and had a bigger smirk on his face.
"Y–your legs must (clears throat) must be asleep by now with me being on top of them for so long," she said nervously. "I'll get off now." Lauren started to ease herself off of his lap when the massive arms wrapped around her waist once again. Only this time, her whole body was facing him.
"I'm comfortable right where I am." Batista cupped her cheek and started to bring her closer. Lauren could only lick her lips as the awaited moment came.
"Uh sir, ma'am? We're here," the driver informed them as he stood outside the door. Lauren pulled back quickly.
"'Third time's a charm' my butt!" she thought angrily. "Oh whatta ya know! We're here! Better get the bags!" she cheered and jumped out of the limo. By the time Batista had gotten out of the limo, he found Lauren already waiting by the door with her bag in hand. "Come on let's go! No time like the present!" she said and ran inside.
Batista just shook his head and smiled to himself. "Whoever said 'Third time's a charm' was a moron." He took his bag and followed Lauren into the airport.
A/N: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I know this 'not letting them kiss' is gettin old and repetitive, but DO NOT FEAR MY LOYAL READERS! Something good is coming, and if you'll forgive me long enough to read the next few chapters, you'll see why. Love yas! I do not own any of the wrestlers. :)
PS-That whole voicemail bit, I was inspired by my own voicemail. My friends fall for it everytime, and they hate me for it lol. If it confused you in any way, I'm sorry. Let me know and I'll explain it.Thank you:) :)