Title: Not So Angelic
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 14
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]
Jaylynn unlocked her front door and silently eased it open to reveal...nothing.
She entered the house, motioning for Shane Helms that the coast was clear. She
heard Shane close the door as she carefully ran her eyes over the living room.
She made her way to the computer, noticing that nothing looked out of place.
Once she approached the computer she found the screen shattered and most of the
keys had been pryed off the keyboard and smashed. "Oh Shane! I'm so sorry!" she
whispered, turning to face him. Shane drew in his breath sharply, but seeing the
upset look on Jaylynn's face, decided not to go postal. "It's not your fault.
Whoever the madman is owes me 4,000 dollars though." Shane growled the last
part.
"I'll buy you a new one, it's my fault." Jaylynn said and when Shane started to
argue she just shook her head and walked off to search her bedroom. "Shane!" she
called out as soon as she stepped inside.
Shane immediently appeared at her side and struggled not to gasp. Drawers from
her dresser were pulled out, the bed covers were missing, as well as clothes.
Jaylynn slid open one drawer in her dresser that had remained intact. She
started crying and threw herself down to sit on the floor. "He didn't even leave
me any underwear." She hiccuped. Shane sat down next to her, wrapped his arms
around her and let her cry.
***
"Do you think the cops will find the person who did this?" Shane asked Jaylynn
later that afternoon as he drove them in his car towards the show that night. "I
hope so...he can't be that hard to find. He's got a crapload of women's clothes
with him." Jaylynn sulked.
"At least Mr. McMahon is giving you some money to buy new clothes. That was
rather charitable of him." Shane pointed out. Jaylynn nodded, deciding against
telling him that the Mr. McMahon who had been so generous was Shane McMahon.
"Yeah, and Stephanie was kind enough to offer me a few of her tops from before
her, uh, surgery." Jaylynn added.
"So, are you going to be okay?" Shane asked. Jaylynn shifted in her seat, "I
suppose so. Don't have much of a choice, do I?" Jaylynn said.
"Do you want to travel with me to the next few shows?" Shane asked but Jaylynn
shook her head, "I Can't. Mr. McMahon," She again left out the Shane part,
"wants me to travel in one of the company cars with Shane, Stephanie and
Hunter." Jaylynn said, using the name Hunter to refer to the man the world knew
as Triple H, or Hunter Hearst Helmsley. He preferred to go by that rather than
his given name, Jean Paul Levesque.
"Sounds like, uh, fun." Shane chuckled. "Yeah, well, I guess I'm more concerned
about the hotel arrangements. Stephanie and Hunter stay together and I'm sure I
won't be allowed to stay alone, so I think they are going to put me in a double
occupancy room with Shane-O." Jaylynn said.
She knew damn well that Shane was going to insist she stay with him, but she
didn't want Shane Helms to know that. "Well, you can always stay with me. Or
with Trish and Lita. They are always under pretty strict security too." Shane
offered.
Chapter 15