Chapter 2

She shrugged, and climbed into his truck. He started it and they began driving. "That's a nasty little cut on your head there."

"The guy that robbed me knocked me into the hood of the car. Bastard," she muttered.

"You alright?" He looked sideways at her.

"I'll be fine. It's not the worst jam I've ever gotten into. By the way, I'm Kat."

"Judging from the look you gave me before, you probably already know who I am. Most of the guys call me Taker, but you can call me Mark."

She smiled at him, and he returned it. She shook her head with a laugh. "What's so funny?" he asked.

"In all the time I've been watching wrestling, I've never seen you smile normally before. It's a little strange to see you out of character."

"I'll bet," he said. "I'm not that different from my character though."

"So you're dead?" she asked mischievously.

"Oh completely. I just use lightning to keep myself going. Every now and again I electrocute myself to stay alive."

She laughed and he grinned at her. "When I said that I wasn't that different from my character I meant that in terms of the way I see things."

"Such as?"

"In terms of respect. If you don't respect me, I don't respect you. Or how I act toward others. It's the little things. Obviously I'm not dead."

"No," she said, "you just have a taste for the morbid?"

He smiled again. "Not morbid, just dead."

"And they're just eons apart."

"They're phenomenally different."

"I never pictured the Undertaker as a smartass," she said laughing.

"I get that a lot. But look, we're at the motel." He turned the truck into a parking lot, and they got out.

She thought for a moment. "Oh no…my purse. How am I going to pay for the room?"

"Eh, leave that to me. Place is pretty cheap anyway. We'll work something out."

"Thanks," she said. "I feel bad putting you to all this trouble."

"Don't worry about it."

They walked toward the office of the motel. The whole place was pretty run down looking on the outside. The fluorescent signs outside did little to brighten the place up, not to mention the whole property was surrounding by tall trees.

"Looks kind of like the Bates Motel," Kat said looking around.

"Wait 'til you see the desk clerk. Man looks like a born serial killer."

"You're kidding?"

"You'll see for yourself."

They went inside, and were met by the desk clerk. Mark had a point. The guy looked like someone you would see on an episode of Criminal Minds.

"Ah, Mr. Calaway. Another guest?" he asked eyeing Kat up and down.

"Yea, you got any more rooms?"

"I'm afraid not, your guys took most of them. 3 are taken by other guests, and the other two have plumbing issues. She'll have to either stay in my office, or with one of you."

The way he said it, it looked like he was hoping for Kat to stay with him in the office.

"That's alright. She can stay with me."

"It's no trouble to put her in the office you know," he said eyeing Kat again.

"I'd rather have her where I can keep an eye on her. But thanks anyway. By the way, when you get the chance, tell the sheriff or whoever to stop by. Her purse got stolen by the road."

"Of course Mr. Calaway." The clerk gave Kat another lingering look, then went back to the papers on the desk.

The two walked out of the manager's office, and went to Taker's room. He was in room 6.

"Thank you," Kat said. "That guy gives me a bad case of the creeps. You sure you don't mind me staying in here?"

"Not at all. You're not gonna take up much space anyway. At least, not in comparison to me."

Kat looked up at him shaking her head. "I really didn't think you'd be this tall in person."

"I get that a lot too," he said with another smile. "Why don't you go take a shower and get out of those wet clothes before you get sick?"

She nodded, and then a thought occurred to her. "Ah damned, I left all my clothes in the car."

Taker thought for a moment. "You can wear one of my t-shirts for now. I'll have Randy bring your bags in here."

He went to the dresser and tossed one of his shirts to her. It was a black t-shirt, with a flaming skull on the front. She caught it, and then went into the bathroom.

She ran the water until it was hot, and jumped into the shower. She washed her hair, feeling much better as the water ran over her skin. She still couldn't believe she was actually sharing a room with the Undertaker. She was thankful that he was letting her stay with him. That desk clerk really did give her the creeps. There was something not quite right about him.

She was thankful for all of it. She had no purse, no money, no I.D. She was lucky that he was being as nice as he was. Another person might have left her to find her own way in town.

She dried off, and got dressed again, pulling his shirt over her head. It was long for her, like a short dress. When she came out of the bathroom, Taker had to repress a laugh. She was floating in his shirt.

"Bit big on you," he said.

She gave him a smile. "I'm glad for it anyway."

She sat down on the edge of the bed, and began to towel dry her wet hair. He looked at her for a second, and then tossed her a hairbrush from the dresser.

"Better get those knots out. I learned a long time ago that dry hair plus knots equals a whole lot of cursing."

She grinned, picking up the brush. She started combing through her wet hair, when she accidently ran the brush over the cut on her head.

"Goddamn!" she exclaimed.

"You should put something on that," he said coming over to her.

"I usually have band-aids and stuff with me, but that was all in my purse."

Taker thought for a moment. "I have rubbing alcohol, but it's going to burn."

"It'll have to do."

He went into the bathroom, and reemerged with the bottle. He poured it over a tissue and handed it to her.

She gently rubbed it on, scowling as the alcohol went into the cut.

"That should do it."

"I think I'll go take a shower. If the door knocks, it's probably gonna be Orton or Cena."

She nodded and he went into the bathroom. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door. She opened the door to find both Randy Orton and John Cena. Randy was holding one of her bags that had been in the trunk. She noticed that it was raining again, and both of the guys were all wet.

"Goddamn rain," Orton cursed as he stepped into the room.

Cena shook his head. "Your car's at the mechanic's. He said he'd probably get around to looking at it in the morning."

Orton looked around. "Where's Taker?"

"He just went into the shower," she said.

"Oh. Nice shirt by the way," he said grinning. "Guess you and the Deadman hit it off?"

Cena smacked the back of his head. "Shut up Randy. You want him to hear you?"

"Good point man."

The two sat down on the bed. Kat kneeled down and opened the bag that Randy had brought in. She pulled out a pair of pajama pants and pulled them on under the t-shirt.

"Feeling a bit drafty?" Randy asked mischievously, coming over to her.

She gave him a wry smile. "And if I am?" she asked, turning to face him.

"Then you should let someone warm you up," he returned with a smirk.

She moved close to him, looking up. "When you find someone who can do that, let me know." She grinned at him.

Cena burst out laughing at Randy's expression. "Oh God, I think I love you. You shut him up twice in less than 2 hours. Can you say burn?"

Kat grinned. "Aw did I hurt your feelings Mr. Orton?"

Randy shot her a look, which made Cena laugh harder. "Oh I think me and you are gonna get along."

Kat went and sat down on the bed next to John, who was still fighting back laughter. Randy shot him a nasty look.

"Oh stop. I'm sorry. I'm just used to your type."

"Yea? And what type is that?" Randy asked her.

"The good looking guy that thinks he can get whatever he wants. The kind that thinks he can make any girl trip with a single look." She shrugged.

"So you think I'm good looking?" he asked, giving her another mischievous smile.

She rolled her eyes and smiled, shaking her head. "Hopeless."

She turned to Cena. "Is he always like this?"

"Pretty much. Half the time I just wanna smack him."

Kat laughed.

"Yea John? But then I'd RKO your ass."

"Let's change the subject shall we?" Cena said, eyeing Randy. "Before Mr. Anger Management tries to kill me."

Randy grinned. "That's what I thought."

"So what are you doing out here anyway? You don't exactly look like the backwoods Southern type," Cena asked, still keeping an eye on Randy.

"I'm actually on a road trip."

"Road trip huh? Where're you going?"

"I was heading toward Texas, then down to New Orleans. Then I was going to double back around and head to Georgia. My family has a vacation house there that's being repaired."

"So you're going to Texas? Any reason?"

"I don't really know. I've always wanted to go there."

"Where are you from anyway?" asked Randy.

"I'm from New York actually," she said with a smile.

Cena grinned. "That explains why you can shut him up with no problem."

"I guess so," she said laughing again.

"You must have taken a lot of vacation to be able to take such a long road trip."

"I'm off for the summer actually. I'm a teacher, so I'm off just like the kids are."

"Ohhhh. Bet you didn't expect this to happen huh?"

"Not at all. What are the odds of meeting WWE wrestlers on a road trip? It's pretty awesome."

The two grinned. "We get that a lot."

"I'll bet you do. You two must have fan girls chasing you like crazy."

"You have no idea. Gets kinda creepy every now and again."

"You should tell her about your stalker John," Randy said teasingly.

Cena shuddered. "Not that again. That woman was scary as hell."

Randy laughed, and even Kat couldn't help laughing a little. The thought of Cena being scared of a fan girl was too much.

"Well I see you're getting along with these two idiots," said Taker, coming out of the bathroom.

Randy and John jumped. "Hey Deadman," Randy said with a nervous smile.

"Oh geez, calm down Orton. You look like I'm gonna slam you through a table or something."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Cena said snickering.

Taker shot him a look and Cena stopped.

"Hey, aren't we supposed to go eat with the other guys? I know it's raining, but if we don't show, they might start to worry," Randy said glancing at the time on the alarm clock.

Taker looked at the clock. "Damn you're right. The diner at the end of the road right? We'll meet you there."

Cena and Orton left, leaving Taker and Kat in the room. "Well?" he said.

"Well?" she asked confusedly.

"Are you going to put a jacket and shoes on or what?"

"I'm coming too?"

"Unless you want to stay alone with the desk clerk?"

"Oh god! Give me five minutes."

He nodded. "I'm going to go start up the truck."

He left and Kat went over to the bag of clothes. She quickly stripped out of her pajama bottoms and his t-shirt. She pulled on a pair of jeans, and her own black t-shirt. She grabbed a hoodie from the bag and zipped it up. She quickly put her sneakers back on and opened the door. It was pouring. She pulled her hood up, and was about to step out into the rain when Taker pulled up in the truck. She hopped in, happy that she hadn't had to walk out in the pouring rain.

"Thanks for pulling up. This rain is crazy."

"Don't mention it."

Ten minutes later, they pulled up outside the diner. He parked the truck as close as possible, so they wouldn't get too wet.

"So who exactly is going to be here?" she asked curiously.

"No one that you wouldn't recognize I'm sure," he said with a smile.

She put her hood back on, and they ran toward the front door of the diner. Once they made it in, they heard a voice call from the back. "Well it's about damn time."

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Author's Note: So here's the second chapter. Hope you like! Review please! =) There's more on its way.