Immune
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The WWE and all related items do not belong to me; only the story is mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Distribution: Please ask.
Pairing: TBC
Spoilers: All current storyline is fair game (as 13-Aug-06)
Feedback: Please, it makes me smile :)
Dedication: To all the lovely people at the LitaFic LJ community, who decided I should continue with this story ;)
Notes: This just jumped me and I had no say in the matter. I'm still not sure what I want to do with it.
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You think that you know me, but you don't
You think that you'll show me, but you won't
And all of your judgements and bitterness
Reflections of your own unhappiness
I won't give up, give in, let up
No matter what they say
I'm here through the good, the bad
And here I'll stay
My eyes can see beyond the rain
And it's true
I'm immune
To the pain that you're feeling
And through
I won't change how I'm living
And you
Could never see it
It's true
-'Immune' by Rich Ward aka The Duke
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Part One
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She was tired of it, tired of it all, of everything. She was tired of the fans, of Edge, of Cena, of everyone around her. She hadn't had the perfect life by any standards, but she'd lived it how she thought best and, yeah, she wasn't proud of some of the things she'd done and they'd managed to come back and bite her on the ass. But no one should have to live with the judgments and opinions of the entire world resting on their shoulders week after week. Her mother was right. It was time to make it stop. It was time to get out.
She sighed and swiped at her eyes, refusing to let any of her tears fall. She'd been through enough and, even if it meant the end of her dream, the end of her career, it was time to make it go away. She'd been through too much and she wouldn't, no, she couldn't keep going. She didn't have anyone anymore, not even Edge. They played their part when they were with other people, but they'd been over for a long time. All she had in the world, all she really had to rely on, were her mother and her beautiful dogs.
It just wasn't enough anymore.
She took a deep breath and began to pack up what she had with her, knowing that, in a few weeks, she'd be doing it for the last time. Edge had done his usual and grabbed his things – and his precious title – the moment the show was over and had disappeared. He didn't want Cena to jump him backstage or anything. She couldn't remember the last time he'd worried about her well being as well. After all, what did it matter if someone touched her? She thought Edge had listened to the fans and the everyone else in the company for so long he'd started to believe things about her himself.
She tried to pretend it didn't hurt.
"Hey, Lita."
Lita closed her eyes. She wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone, let alone them. "What do you want?"
"We have a proposition for you."
She turned and glared. "If you're trying to be funny, you're not."
"Good one, dumb ass," his friend said, hitting him on the head.
"What? I didn't mean what she thinks I meant!"
Lita sighed. "Look, whatever you're here for, I'm not in the mood. Can you just leave me alone? Please."
"Well," the taller man said, "since you asked so nicely…no."
"I don't have the patience for you guys right now!" she cried, throwing the last of her stuff into her bag. When she was done, she zipped it up and threw it onto her shoulder, grabbing her jacket and turning to leave. They were standing in the doorway. "Move."
"No," the smaller man repeated. "Not until you hear us out."
Seeing that they were serious and also not about to move, she crossed her arms on her chest and raised her eyebrows expectantly. "Make it quick."
"Okay. You wanna start?"
The taller man nodded. "Sure. Look. Lita. We've just been thinking-"
"Did it hurt?" she asked snidely.
"For someone who's desperate for us to get the hell out of here, you're not making this go any quicker."
"Just get to the point. Please."
She figured it was a testament to just how tired and upset she was that they actually did.
"We want you to join us."
Silence.
"I'm sorry…what?"
The smaller man smirked. "He said 'we want you to join us'."
"You want me to join you?"
"No, I was talking to the locker behind you," the tall man said, rolling his eyes.
"Don't be an ass. Yes, Lita, we want you to join us."
"Why?"
"Because rumour has it that you're leaving, that you want to leave the company. Personally, I think that's a pretty stupid idea. You live for this and you shouldn't have to give it up because a few fans decided not to be nice to you anymore."
"A few fans? You really aren't listening out there are you?"
"Look, that came out wrong; the point is that you need to be back in that ring. You need to be in there and we're very aware that the women's division is the one area we can't dominate."
"Yeah," his friend said. "We tried. It didn't go down so well. I don't think Maria or Lilian were too happy when we walked into the locker room."
Despite herself, Lita couldn't help but smile. When they realised she was and began to look smug, however, she schooled her features.
"Why me? I've been out of the competition for the title for a long time. I'm nothing but eye candy now," she said spitefully.
"Not with us," the smaller man said decidedly and it was the fire in his eyes that convinced her that he meant it.
"Look," his friend continued. "No pressure, but I get the feeling that you don't really want to leave and we could use you in and around the ring."
"Exactly. You can do what you want when you want and we got your back and when we've got someone on ours you're there. No expecting you to play damsel in distress-"
"Unless you're into role play."
"-and no treating you like anything other than a full member of the team. So, Lita, what d'ya say? Are ya in?"
"Yeah, Lita," his friend said with a smile. "What do you say?"
She looked from one to the other, still not entirely convinced she'd heard them right. "Are you serious?"
"Deadly."
"You want me to join you?" They nodded and she smiled. "You sure you can handle me?"
They both grinned cheekily, but it was the smaller one that replied. "We've always had a certain way with the ladies."
"So, Lovely Lita, what do you say? How would you like to be a member of DX?"
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End of Part One
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NB: In this fic, both Shawn and Hunter are just their characters, there's no wife and kid(s) in the picture for either of them. They're just DX; two fabby, yet mouthy and wonderfully irritating, wrestlers.