Chapter 6- Drunken mistakes.

Kane stirred the next morning, his head throbbed but he realized something bad… bad, bad, bad. He wasn't in his hotel room! Cursing aloud to himself, he worried that he picked up some cheep girl at the bar, yet was relieved to see Lee sleeping in the bed next to him. He knew she always booked a double bedded room incase someone couldn't book it on time. What troubled him was his clothing scattered about the floor, he was either very drunk or got very hot in the middle of the night.

Silently, he got himself dressed before leaving. Just as the door closed, did Lee wake herself up. "Ow… my head" she moaned as she got out of bed. Looking about, she saw the bed next to her was a mess, and her clothing was about the floor. "I think I got to turn the air up in this place" she muttered. She showered and dressed before packing up and heading off for the next flight to the arena. She took Advil to calm her headache and managed to get a Gatorade in the lobby. Jericho found her walking about nearly incoherent, he tapped her on the shoulder and asked if she was ok.

"Too much to drink is all" she said. "Damn, next time I won't stick around for truth or dare"

Chris smiled. "What about Kane?" he asked.

"What about him?"

"He was in your room, you told me to just bring him to your room. You two were so hammered!"

"He wasn't in my room, not a trace of him… unless he left in the morning, the second bed was used"

Kane came out of the elevator and looked about. He saw Jericho and checked the time for the plane. He smiled to Lee and thanked her for letting him crash. "No problem, anytime" she said, although… she didn't remember it.

As they traveled to the next arena by the plane, Lee began to feel nauseous. "You don't look so well. You ok?" asked Jeff Hardy.

"I think I drank too much" she explained.

Jeff wasn't so sure. "It's been hours, that should have warn off you by now. Remember the last time?" he asked with a slight nudge to her arm.

"Yeah… never again" she said.

"And you said that the last time too!" he laughed.

She decided to sleep off the sickness, yet it didn't go away any times soon. By the time she got to the arena and set up her hotel room, she was physically ill. She couldn't understand though until she called Vince and told him how ill she was.

He could hear it in her voice. He knew she was serious. "Take a week to rest up, you've been a fighting champion so far" he said.

Lee took the week despite the loss of money, but it was better to get well first than to work sick later. The last thing McMahon needs is an ill locker room.

She spent the week in the hotel yet kept in touch with the locker room by e-mail and text messages. She didn't feel any better after the week, but she was determined to get back into the ring.

On the road later on Vince brought her off to the side and requested Lee to take a physical. "Why?"

"I don't know if maybe it was the plastic chemical leaching into your system from the suit. I want to make sure. Take the test" he insisted.

Lee did as he asked, and took a full physical test, blood work and everything; she had to wait for results hours later in which the doctor refused to clear her to wrestle. "What?!" she demanded.

"There are abnormalities in your blood"

"Drugs?" she demanded.

"No, your own body is producing them" Vince looked rather stunned as he stared at Lee blankly. He thanked the doctor and took her off to the side.

He tried to phrase his words until he came out and asked. "Have you had intercourse?"

Stunned to the question, Lee couldn't bring herself to answer. "I've been a virgin for as long as I can remember Vince. Why the hell are you asking me now!" she demanded. "You think I'm pregnant!?"

"Take a test to see" he said gently, no matter how much Lee yelled at him. Vince remained calm and collected and gently asked Lee to do as he requested.

Lee figured she would humor Vince and took the test. It's been two weeks now and she still feel sick every so often, yet not as much as before. She was given a pregnancy kit and tested it in the bathroom. She was muttering how ridiculous it was until the test strip…. Had a + sign on it.

"Oh God no" she whispered.

A pit in her stomach formed, was she raped? Is that why she couldn't remember it? Or was she drunk? Was it with someone she knew? How was this possible? Her mind began to whirl around her. She walked out of the bathroom only to faint in the hallway. Lucky for her Jeff Hardy just happened to be walking by and caught her before she hit the ground…