Title: Even Angels Fall
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 7
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jami, for she is me.
Tasha owns herself. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns
either of us). And I use the wrestlers
wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all
you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary: New Story
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Email: [email protected]
Shane Helms blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus in the dark room. The
pounding on his door continued. Shane flicked on a light, seraching for a pair
of boxers to pull over his naked lower half. Finally he threw open the door and
Shane McMahon stood before him with a scowl on his face.
"What the hell took you so long?" McMahon asked. Helms ran a hand through his
tounseled dark hair. "Well, I was naked. So unless you wanted to be greeted by
me and my golden gun...." Helms trailed off.
McMahon pushed past him into the room. "Where the hell is she?" McMahon asked.
"Who?" Helms asked, clearly confused.
"You know God-damn well who. Jaylynn. I know she's here." McMahon growled. "What
the fuck are you on?" Helms asked.
"Where is she?" McMahon asked. "I thought she was with you." Helms muttered
sleepily. "She and I had a fight. She left the arena five hours ago, and I
haven't seen or heard from her since." McMahon ran a hand over his face.
"Well, she's not here." Helms said. "You had better not be fucking lying to me."
McMahon muttered as he turned and left the room.
***
Shane McMahon pounded on the hotel room door, waiting impatiently for the
occupant to open it. Finally Jeff Hardy opened it, a towel wrapped around his
waist.
"Is she here?" Shane asked. Jeff rubbed his eyes sleepily. "What time is it?" he
asked.
"IS SHE HERE?" Shane yelled. "Jeff, who is it?" A female voice asked, sounding
as if she'd just woken up.
Shane peered around Jeff and saw blonde hair laying against a pillow. Shane
pushed into the room and grabbed her by the arm. Only after the sheet fell away
from the naked woman did he realize that she wasn't Jaylynn.
"I'm sorry." Shane stammered. The girl giggled, "Oh, your Shane McMahon. I'm a
huge fan." Shane nodded and turned to leave, not offering an explaination to
Jeff.
***
Amy peered through the peephole, trying to see who was knocking on her door at
such a late hour. She opened it and let Shane McMahon into her room.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Have you seen Jaylynn?" Shane asked.
"Not since the show." Amy mumbled. Shane groaned and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Oh God." he uttered.
Amy stood by uncomfortably, not sure what to do. Her boss, and one of her best
friends boyfriend was sitting in her hotel room, on her bed, in the middle of
the night, and all she was wearing was a thin robe.
"What's going on Shane?" Amy asked, moving to stand on the other side of the
room. "Jaylynn and I had a huge fight. She left really angry and I haven't seen
her since then. She's not with Helms or Jeff Hardy. So I was hoping you'd know
where she was. I'm worried." Shane said.
"I'm sorry Shane. I have no idea where she is. I haven't seen her since the
show." Amy told him honestly. Shane stood up. "If you see her, or hear from her,
please...please tell her that I'm sorry and that I love her. That I want her to
come home." Shane said.
Amy nodded and watched Shane leave. Now she was worried.
Chapter 8