AN: Okay guys, I am so so sorry for not updating this in so long. I took part in a November contest called NaNoWriMo, and I had literally no time to write anything but my original story. You have to write 50000 words in a month...so...yeah. Anyway, I'm back again, with a new chappie to anyone that still cares and to any other newbies who wanna start reading. ^_^ Enjoy!
Alix's eyes flickered open, automatically drawing to the purple and black area that used to be her left foot. One thing she had learned easily from her few months in the WWE - strengthen your feet, strengthen your ankles, have your toes lift weights, or else you're in for a world of hurt.
She sighed, looking out of the glass balcony window. She and her coworkers had ended up right where she had started - Baltimore Maryland. It was a few days after Christmas and she and her Smackdown friends had just had a show in DC. The next day Raw had a house show in Baltimore; and she had come along for the ride - preparing to make an appearance.
It was snowing outside; Alix smiled. One thing she had learned to love in her journeys was snow. Not many of the other Superstars loved it nearly as much as she did, but there were a select few. John and Randy especially.
Of course I can't go play in it. She mentally grumbled to herself. Even if she wanted to go outside she couldn't walk. I've been out for a few months already and now I can't go play in the snow...
Alix's ankle was taken out by none other than Alberto Del Rio at Survivor Series. She wanted nothing more than to kill the man, what sucked any bit more than having her ankle broken in like six pieces was having Rey or Evan in the room with her - they would just seethe the entire time and not look away from the purple, black, green, and blue area even once. Hunter and 'Taker had their annoying moments too, just not nearly as bad.
"Screw this..." Alix muttered, pushing herself up into a sitting position and reaching for her crutches. Her choices from the WWE doctors and trainers were a wheelchair or crutches. A wheelchair may have been easier and probably better, but crutches were what she chose, and Edge and Hunter never ceased to get on her back about it.
Alix gimped over to the TV stand, where her winter stuff was stored. It was meant for when she was walking to the arena or to the 7-11 to get a slurpee, but she knew 'Taker, Hunter and/or Big Show would already be mad that she went out on her own, leave alone if she went out without a coat or hat or anything they would get twice as mad.
She pulled on one of the WWE's sweatshirts that they made of her, and Edge's knit cap. They hadn't made one for her, and Hunter and Alix had agreed that Edge's was the coolest looking of the remaining ones. They had also both agreed that if they had made one for her that it would have looked a thousand times but not least she pulled on an old, worn-down, worn-out pair of 'Taker's ring gloves. They had the fingertips in them and were surprisingly warm.
Alix grabbed her crutches before she fell over and hobbled out of the room towards the nearest elevator. She was rooming with Hunter, and she had made sure that he got the room on the highest floor; she loved to feel completely free when she was out on the balcony.
"Where do you think you're going without your friends?" she heard from behind her on the elevator. She whipped around on one crutch and Evan Bourne grinned and gave her a little wave.
Alix beamed, but the grin quickly faltered. "Please, please, please don't tell 'Taker or Show or Hunter, please! I would be in so much trouble, especially if they found out that I left the room from you!"
"Hey, hey, no worries." Evan held his hands up and show his head. "I won't say anything -if I'm allowed to come with you on your little trip."
"O-Of course." Alix stuttered, a little taken aback by this request. "No problem at all."
"What were you planning to do?" Evan rested his hand on top of Alix's gloved hand and she almost flinches. She was decked out in WWE stuff, and especially wearing Undertaker's ring gloves, she was enough in the zone that even that much body contact could get to her a little bit.
"I-I dunno." she stuttered again, refusing to make eye contact with Evan. "Maybe go down to the harbor, I've heard it's really pretty when it's snowing out."
"Isn't that a decent walk from here?" Evan asked uncertainly as the elevator dropped them off on the first floor of the hotel.
"That's the arena, right?" Alix blindly gestured at the giant building right in front of them in front of the hotel. "First Mariner? That makes the 7-11 for my daily Slurpee right over there - " she picked up her left crutch and pointed up the street to her left. "and the harbor maybe three or four blocks in the opposite direction."
Evan looked at her strangely as she started 'walking' up to the 7-11. "How do you know so much about...where are we?"
"Baltimore. Baltimore, Maryland."
"Right. How do you know so much about Baltimore?" Evan finally asked as they walked into 7-11 and Alix smiled quickly at the cashier.
Alix didn't answer, and instead walked straight back to the Slurpee machine and propped herself up against the wall to pour her cherry Slurpee.
"You gon' answer me?" Evan asked, sounding just a little confused and a little bit more frustrated.
"Nope." Alix grinned, taking a quick sip of her Slurpee to make sure it wasn't liquid. "Two forty-nine for my Slurpee please."
Evan rolled his eyes and dug two dollars and two quarters out of his sweatpants pocket. "Here."
Alix flashed a smile at him and walked up to the cashier, putting the red Slurpee on the counter. "Hey Léon."
"Time fer ya dahly Slurpee?" Léon chuckled, not even pressing anything on his little computer. "Two forteh nine pluhze."
"Here ya go." Alix handed it over, and snatched up the last penny as soon as it was set down.
"Oh! Hey! I finally figered out who ya are!" Léon cried with a grin. "You da' X-Stinga from da WWE! Mah son wanted a autograph if it okay..."
"No problem!" Alix grinned and laughed. "Whataya want me to sign?"
"Err...ya posta." Léon disappeared for a second as he reached underneath the cash register. When he returned, he unrolled a large poster of Alix doing one of her flying maneuvers that the WWE had released. "Mah son's a big fahn."
"I'll be sure to make his day and meet him sometime." Alix chuckled, finishing up her signature with a silver Sharpie that she carried around in her sweatshirt. "Tell ya' what, bring him down to the shop while I'm in town and I'll take him out 'round the city. Kay?"
Léon grinned and nodded, agreeing and Alix nodded once at him, gesturing for Evan to catch up and head out of the store.