Fic: To Be Without Regret (Lita/?, 4/?, PG-13)
Title: To Be Without Regret
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Rating: PG-13 (will change)
Pairing(s)/Characters: Lita/?, Christy/?, Victoria/Edge, Trish/Jericho; Christian, Randy, Tyson, Batista. Many others appearing.
Disclaimer: I disclaim
Spoilers: None, it's purely A/U
Summary: She believed everything she knew about them, she hated them just like she was supposed to.. And then, everything changed.
Warnings: Language for now
Notes: All previous notes apply and to clarify.. Dave will refer to Dave Batista, David is David Heath aka Gangrel.
San Diego, California
While Adam was off in Paris, doing who knew what.. Chris was back at one of the many headquarters; the blond vampire currently in charge of interrogations with the two Elite members. And while Chris did have to question what usefulness they would really provide now...considering that both of the Elite members were in no condition to carry on a proper conversation.. Perhaps they could still be of some use. Like testing out some of the new weapons in development. They did of course have test subjects for things of that nature, but.. If they were going to be fighting against more Elite, it made perfect sense to Chris to go ahead and test them now. After all, in less than one week's time neither Lisa or Trish would be usable as test subjects. Frowning, the blond vampire halted in his tracks.. If he wanted to test the Elite, he would need the full approval of the Council... and they always took forever.
Lisa Varon winced, she and Trish still being held captive by those damn vampires. “Trish?”
Across the modest room, the blond woman blinked. “What is it Lise?”
The dark haired woman smiled faintly, “Just checking to see if you were still here. Maybe they're skipping the interrogations today.”
“Who knows,” Trish managed on a near whisper, “I just wish we knew what they were going to do. Like why are they treating us so well?”
“Treating us well?” Lisa arched an eyebrow, “Trish.. We're being held hostage by vampires. Whenever this does end? I highly doubt it's gonna end well.”
The blond woman chewed on her lower lip, “Maybe but.. Look around Lisa. They actually bothered to put us in a decent room, they aren't exactly starving us. It could be a lot worse.”
Lisa frowned at that, “I guess you're right about that but.. That doesn't mean I want to be here. I want out, I've wanted out.” Sighing, she swept her hair back from her face. True enough, they were being treated well but.. “I wish we had some way of getting in touch with Ty or Paul or Shane or..”
“Amy,” Trish curled up further on the couch, “Since we aren't there, they've probably called for her. And Dave too.”
“Well you and Ames, best two graduates in the class.” Lisa stood, crossing the length of the room to lean against the wall. “And the most competitive in the class.”
Trish quirked a smile, “We brought out the best in each other. And that jerk Orton brought out the worst in us.”
Lisa rolled her eyes, “Still living comfortably in denial, I see.”
“Please, Randy Orton was nothing more than a world class, grade A jerk.” Trish scowled slightly at the thought of him, “I would be perfectly happy if I never saw that cocky smirk of his again.”
“Right, you just keep telling yourself that and maybe one day? You'll actually believe yourself.” The dark haired woman pursed her lips, “How long have we been here now?”
Trish smirked slightly, the blond woman teasing easily.. “Missing Paul again?”
Lisa mimicked her friend, “As much as you miss Randy.”
“Now if you ladies would just speak with us, all of this could be over,” Chris suddenly appeared, then smirked. “Well, maybe not entirely over.”
Trish frowned at the intrusion, “What do you want now? Are we going to be prodded more? Because really, you've been so successful with that already.”
The blond vampire smiled thinly, “As I have said time after time.. All you two have to do is tell us what we want to know.”
“And then what, you'll let us go?” Lisa shook her head, “I really doubt you damn bloodsuckers are intending on doing that.”
Chris smiled condescendingly, “To be perfectly frank? No, we have no intentions of letting you humans free. For whatever reasons or another, the Council seems to believe that you two would be of some use to us.”
“How would we ever want to be of use to you?”
Chris' smile turned feral, “I am not at liberty to discuss that with you and even if I was? Just what makes you think I'd tell you. You haven't been anywhere near cooperative with me, I've no incentive to return the favour.”
Lisa sneered, “I really don't care what your intentions are for the two of us, but I'll kill myself before cooperating with the likes of you.”
The blond vampire tsk'd, “Now now, there's really no such need for such drastic measures. And you ladies can be rest assured that interrogations have been put on hold for the day. Priorites have shifted elsewhere.. We leave tomorrow to convene with the Council.”
Adam arched an eyebrow as he entered the room, “And you feel the need to tell them this, why?”
Chris rolled his eyes at the taller vampire, “Does it look like they're going to be telling anyone anytime soon?” He paused as if to say more, then stopped when he detected a noise elsewhere in the compound. “What's wrong with Jason now?”
Adam smirked, “His new assignment from the Council. Jason isn't very pleased about it, as you can here.. And as we will all probably witness once we leave this room.”
Chris turned his attention towards the door, “It sounds like he's packing? And destroying one of the rooms in the process.”
Adam chuckled, “As I have stated already, Jason is not pleased with his assignment. Perhaps we could make a game out of tormenting him?”
Chris grinned at that idea, “I do like the sounds of that.” Turning his full attention back to Lisa and Trish, he gave a mock bow. “It has been a pure pleasure.”
Adam offered a clipped smile to the two women, the door shutting firmly shut behind him.
Trish and Lisa glared at their retreating backs, the two women thankful none the less that interrogations were on hold. But why were they leaving? Both Trish and Lisa had originally thought they were in the main headquarters for this group of bloodsuckers. Unless they were like the agency and had multiple international locations.. Now, more than ever, the two women needed a way to get in touch with the agency.. Inform them of their current location, something... Anything.
~x~x~x~
Mexico City, Mexico
Once they had gotten all of the necessary information together; Amy, Paul, Dave and John left the library.. Paul and John heading back to the training room, Dave heading to the shooting range while Amy went back to her room. Between the four of them they'd managed to translate all of the articles, though.. None of them could figure out the exact connections. Amy had a small idea but, didn't have much more to go by. Not yet anyway, the redhead hoping to do that after she'd picked up the journal and the laptop from the lab. Of course, this could all amount to a whole lot of nothing.. The redheaded woman hoping that wouldn't be the case. As of this moment, those articles, the journal and the laptop were all they had to work with regarding whomever they were fighting against. Unless Shane had managed to find out anything..
Amy sent a smile to the lab worker, “Hey Julie.. Any progress with that stuff?”
The brunette smiled in return, “The journal has been translated as fast as our computers would allow. Original text was in Latin.. And the laptop has too many barriers around it.”
Amy blinked, “Like what kind of barriers?”
Julie pursed her lips in thought, “Similar to the security system we use for the laptops. If it was just a simple password issue, I'm sure you could hack into it without a problem but.. I couldn't do it, James couldn't..”
“Gotcha,” Amy stacked the translated journal atop the original. “I'll bug Shane about it when he gets here. Thanks again Jules, you're the best!”
Julie shook her head a little bit, the brunette heading back to her office in the lab to finish with the rest of her work.
“Amy,” Tyson intercepted the redhead, “Look.. I've just got word from Shane, he's on his way back now. He's heading to the main HQ early...something about needing to get back there as soon as possible.”
“Then why is he stopping here first?”
Tyson crossed his arms, “Because he needs to take a few people with him. Paul, Randy and I will stay behind.. Maybe keep Christy here with us. You, Dave and the new kid can head over to Paris with Shane.”
Amy bit down on her lower lip, “I can't say I'd mind that too much but.. Why not keep Dave here, send Paul with me and the new guy? That way Christy has at least one of us around with her?”
“Alright,” Tyson glanced down to his watch, “Shane's going to be here in an hour. Get packed so you guys can leave quick.”
“Got it,” Amy sighed, running a hand through her hair as she made her way back to her room. “Why are we heading back there already.”
“Ames,” Paul stopped her before she could actually enter her room, “Shane's--”
“On his way, Ty just told me.” She opened the door to her room, motioning for the blond man to follow. “I just don't understand why we're going back. That's where we had our last big run in with that one group and the main HQ was destroyed.”
Paul shrugged slightly, “Shane pulled a few strings with his father, HQ got restored to near full functioning capacity but we aren't heading back to HQ just yet.”
Amy blinked, “Then where are we heading and how long are we staying there?”
“Either in Nice or we're heading to the countryside for a bit. Whatever the case, we aren't going back to Paris until everyone is ready.”
“And Bischoff knows about this? I mean, I know Shane's dad is the one with the final call and whatever, but Eric has always been in charge of the Elite.”
Paul seated himself at the desk in the room, “From what little Tyson would tell me, Bischoff will be leading the mission. We aren't doing anything official yet because Shane's old man hasn't given any orders but.. Eric is authorised to run certain things on his own. So, basically, until the rest of the forces arrive...until HQ is ready, we answer to Eric.”
Amy smiled slightly, “Just like the old days, huh? Me, you, Ty, D, Randy, Lisa and Trish. Let's just hope Orton's shorcuts with training don't hold us back.”
“Cena's a pretty sharp kid, I wouldn't worry about him too much.”
The redhead smirked, “I'll be the judge of that,” Amy turned her attention to packing.. “Are you ready to go or something or were you going to give me a hand?”
Paul rolled his eyes, “You were the one who invited me in here, remember? But to answer your question, no I haven't packed yet, so I should probably take care of that. Otherwise Shane will start bitching at me for holding everyone up.”
Amy rolled her eyes right back, sitting down on the bed once the door was closed. Normally she wouldn't question how things were being run but.. Everything just seem so rushed.
“Sis?”
“It's open Dave.”
“Why did you tell Ty to send Paul isntead of me?”
“Christy,” Amy replied simply enough. “If I'm going, that's one thing. But if both of us go? She's going to be here with people she really doesn't know.”
The older sibling frowned, “But who will keep an eye on you..”
“Dave, I'm old enough to look after myself,” She held up a hand when he looked ready to argue. “Plus? If Shane's going to be there, I shouldn't have much to worry about.. And according to Paul, we're going to be there with Eric.”
“I'd rather be there.”
“I know you would Dave, but it's just not possible. We have to think about Christy.” Smirking slightly, she added: “And look at this way, if Orton's training is as sloppy as Paul and Ty claim? I can correct his mistakes without having to listen to him bitch and whine.”
“Maybe,” He held the suitcase open for her, “But that still doesn't mean I have to feel any better about this. I just don't like it, Ames.”
Amy packed the remainder of her clothes in a hurry. “What are you worried about D? And don't give me the usual, be honest with me. What are you worried about?”
Dave frowned deeper, “You remember the last time we were all in Paris, right? The problems we had there?”
“Of course I remember. Me and Ty had to hold the line all night because they just kept coming at us.. I almost had one of those assholes too.”
“Did we really take them all out that time?”
“What makes you think we didn't?”
“Ames.. I know we weren't here when those bloodsuckers attacked, but.. From everything Ty and Paul have said already, it just sounds too familiar.”
“I'll look into it once we get to France.. And look over all of the articles now that we've got them translated.” Amy sent her older brother a smile, “I'm sure it's just you being paranoid again but.. Just for you, I'll do it.”
Dave rolled his eyes in response, the older sibling heading out of the room shortly afterwards.. Amy left to her thoughts while she finished packing. Like her brother, she had her own suspicions about the group they were up against.. Like her brother, she questioned whether or not they had completely eliminated that one troublesome group. But, she didn't know enough just yet to make any solid conclusions... Amy adding yet another topic of dicussion to the growing list for when Shane arrived.
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Rating: PG-13 (will change)
Pairing(s)/Characters: Lita/?, Christy/?, Victoria/Edge, Trish/Jericho; Christian, Randy, Tyson, Batista. Many others appearing.
Disclaimer: I disclaim
Spoilers: None, it's purely A/U
Summary: She believed everything she knew about them, she hated them just like she was supposed to.. And then, everything changed.
Warnings: Language for now
Notes: All previous notes apply and to clarify.. Dave will refer to Dave Batista, David is David Heath aka Gangrel.
San Diego, California
While Adam was off in Paris, doing who knew what.. Chris was back at one of the many headquarters; the blond vampire currently in charge of interrogations with the two Elite members. And while Chris did have to question what usefulness they would really provide now...considering that both of the Elite members were in no condition to carry on a proper conversation.. Perhaps they could still be of some use. Like testing out some of the new weapons in development. They did of course have test subjects for things of that nature, but.. If they were going to be fighting against more Elite, it made perfect sense to Chris to go ahead and test them now. After all, in less than one week's time neither Lisa or Trish would be usable as test subjects. Frowning, the blond vampire halted in his tracks.. If he wanted to test the Elite, he would need the full approval of the Council... and they always took forever.
Lisa Varon winced, she and Trish still being held captive by those damn vampires. “Trish?”
Across the modest room, the blond woman blinked. “What is it Lise?”
The dark haired woman smiled faintly, “Just checking to see if you were still here. Maybe they're skipping the interrogations today.”
“Who knows,” Trish managed on a near whisper, “I just wish we knew what they were going to do. Like why are they treating us so well?”
“Treating us well?” Lisa arched an eyebrow, “Trish.. We're being held hostage by vampires. Whenever this does end? I highly doubt it's gonna end well.”
The blond woman chewed on her lower lip, “Maybe but.. Look around Lisa. They actually bothered to put us in a decent room, they aren't exactly starving us. It could be a lot worse.”
Lisa frowned at that, “I guess you're right about that but.. That doesn't mean I want to be here. I want out, I've wanted out.” Sighing, she swept her hair back from her face. True enough, they were being treated well but.. “I wish we had some way of getting in touch with Ty or Paul or Shane or..”
“Amy,” Trish curled up further on the couch, “Since we aren't there, they've probably called for her. And Dave too.”
“Well you and Ames, best two graduates in the class.” Lisa stood, crossing the length of the room to lean against the wall. “And the most competitive in the class.”
Trish quirked a smile, “We brought out the best in each other. And that jerk Orton brought out the worst in us.”
Lisa rolled her eyes, “Still living comfortably in denial, I see.”
“Please, Randy Orton was nothing more than a world class, grade A jerk.” Trish scowled slightly at the thought of him, “I would be perfectly happy if I never saw that cocky smirk of his again.”
“Right, you just keep telling yourself that and maybe one day? You'll actually believe yourself.” The dark haired woman pursed her lips, “How long have we been here now?”
Trish smirked slightly, the blond woman teasing easily.. “Missing Paul again?”
Lisa mimicked her friend, “As much as you miss Randy.”
“Now if you ladies would just speak with us, all of this could be over,” Chris suddenly appeared, then smirked. “Well, maybe not entirely over.”
Trish frowned at the intrusion, “What do you want now? Are we going to be prodded more? Because really, you've been so successful with that already.”
The blond vampire smiled thinly, “As I have said time after time.. All you two have to do is tell us what we want to know.”
“And then what, you'll let us go?” Lisa shook her head, “I really doubt you damn bloodsuckers are intending on doing that.”
Chris smiled condescendingly, “To be perfectly frank? No, we have no intentions of letting you humans free. For whatever reasons or another, the Council seems to believe that you two would be of some use to us.”
“How would we ever want to be of use to you?”
Chris' smile turned feral, “I am not at liberty to discuss that with you and even if I was? Just what makes you think I'd tell you. You haven't been anywhere near cooperative with me, I've no incentive to return the favour.”
Lisa sneered, “I really don't care what your intentions are for the two of us, but I'll kill myself before cooperating with the likes of you.”
The blond vampire tsk'd, “Now now, there's really no such need for such drastic measures. And you ladies can be rest assured that interrogations have been put on hold for the day. Priorites have shifted elsewhere.. We leave tomorrow to convene with the Council.”
Adam arched an eyebrow as he entered the room, “And you feel the need to tell them this, why?”
Chris rolled his eyes at the taller vampire, “Does it look like they're going to be telling anyone anytime soon?” He paused as if to say more, then stopped when he detected a noise elsewhere in the compound. “What's wrong with Jason now?”
Adam smirked, “His new assignment from the Council. Jason isn't very pleased about it, as you can here.. And as we will all probably witness once we leave this room.”
Chris turned his attention towards the door, “It sounds like he's packing? And destroying one of the rooms in the process.”
Adam chuckled, “As I have stated already, Jason is not pleased with his assignment. Perhaps we could make a game out of tormenting him?”
Chris grinned at that idea, “I do like the sounds of that.” Turning his full attention back to Lisa and Trish, he gave a mock bow. “It has been a pure pleasure.”
Adam offered a clipped smile to the two women, the door shutting firmly shut behind him.
Trish and Lisa glared at their retreating backs, the two women thankful none the less that interrogations were on hold. But why were they leaving? Both Trish and Lisa had originally thought they were in the main headquarters for this group of bloodsuckers. Unless they were like the agency and had multiple international locations.. Now, more than ever, the two women needed a way to get in touch with the agency.. Inform them of their current location, something... Anything.
~x~x~x~
Mexico City, Mexico
Once they had gotten all of the necessary information together; Amy, Paul, Dave and John left the library.. Paul and John heading back to the training room, Dave heading to the shooting range while Amy went back to her room. Between the four of them they'd managed to translate all of the articles, though.. None of them could figure out the exact connections. Amy had a small idea but, didn't have much more to go by. Not yet anyway, the redhead hoping to do that after she'd picked up the journal and the laptop from the lab. Of course, this could all amount to a whole lot of nothing.. The redheaded woman hoping that wouldn't be the case. As of this moment, those articles, the journal and the laptop were all they had to work with regarding whomever they were fighting against. Unless Shane had managed to find out anything..
Amy sent a smile to the lab worker, “Hey Julie.. Any progress with that stuff?”
The brunette smiled in return, “The journal has been translated as fast as our computers would allow. Original text was in Latin.. And the laptop has too many barriers around it.”
Amy blinked, “Like what kind of barriers?”
Julie pursed her lips in thought, “Similar to the security system we use for the laptops. If it was just a simple password issue, I'm sure you could hack into it without a problem but.. I couldn't do it, James couldn't..”
“Gotcha,” Amy stacked the translated journal atop the original. “I'll bug Shane about it when he gets here. Thanks again Jules, you're the best!”
Julie shook her head a little bit, the brunette heading back to her office in the lab to finish with the rest of her work.
“Amy,” Tyson intercepted the redhead, “Look.. I've just got word from Shane, he's on his way back now. He's heading to the main HQ early...something about needing to get back there as soon as possible.”
“Then why is he stopping here first?”
Tyson crossed his arms, “Because he needs to take a few people with him. Paul, Randy and I will stay behind.. Maybe keep Christy here with us. You, Dave and the new kid can head over to Paris with Shane.”
Amy bit down on her lower lip, “I can't say I'd mind that too much but.. Why not keep Dave here, send Paul with me and the new guy? That way Christy has at least one of us around with her?”
“Alright,” Tyson glanced down to his watch, “Shane's going to be here in an hour. Get packed so you guys can leave quick.”
“Got it,” Amy sighed, running a hand through her hair as she made her way back to her room. “Why are we heading back there already.”
“Ames,” Paul stopped her before she could actually enter her room, “Shane's--”
“On his way, Ty just told me.” She opened the door to her room, motioning for the blond man to follow. “I just don't understand why we're going back. That's where we had our last big run in with that one group and the main HQ was destroyed.”
Paul shrugged slightly, “Shane pulled a few strings with his father, HQ got restored to near full functioning capacity but we aren't heading back to HQ just yet.”
Amy blinked, “Then where are we heading and how long are we staying there?”
“Either in Nice or we're heading to the countryside for a bit. Whatever the case, we aren't going back to Paris until everyone is ready.”
“And Bischoff knows about this? I mean, I know Shane's dad is the one with the final call and whatever, but Eric has always been in charge of the Elite.”
Paul seated himself at the desk in the room, “From what little Tyson would tell me, Bischoff will be leading the mission. We aren't doing anything official yet because Shane's old man hasn't given any orders but.. Eric is authorised to run certain things on his own. So, basically, until the rest of the forces arrive...until HQ is ready, we answer to Eric.”
Amy smiled slightly, “Just like the old days, huh? Me, you, Ty, D, Randy, Lisa and Trish. Let's just hope Orton's shorcuts with training don't hold us back.”
“Cena's a pretty sharp kid, I wouldn't worry about him too much.”
The redhead smirked, “I'll be the judge of that,” Amy turned her attention to packing.. “Are you ready to go or something or were you going to give me a hand?”
Paul rolled his eyes, “You were the one who invited me in here, remember? But to answer your question, no I haven't packed yet, so I should probably take care of that. Otherwise Shane will start bitching at me for holding everyone up.”
Amy rolled her eyes right back, sitting down on the bed once the door was closed. Normally she wouldn't question how things were being run but.. Everything just seem so rushed.
“Sis?”
“It's open Dave.”
“Why did you tell Ty to send Paul isntead of me?”
“Christy,” Amy replied simply enough. “If I'm going, that's one thing. But if both of us go? She's going to be here with people she really doesn't know.”
The older sibling frowned, “But who will keep an eye on you..”
“Dave, I'm old enough to look after myself,” She held up a hand when he looked ready to argue. “Plus? If Shane's going to be there, I shouldn't have much to worry about.. And according to Paul, we're going to be there with Eric.”
“I'd rather be there.”
“I know you would Dave, but it's just not possible. We have to think about Christy.” Smirking slightly, she added: “And look at this way, if Orton's training is as sloppy as Paul and Ty claim? I can correct his mistakes without having to listen to him bitch and whine.”
“Maybe,” He held the suitcase open for her, “But that still doesn't mean I have to feel any better about this. I just don't like it, Ames.”
Amy packed the remainder of her clothes in a hurry. “What are you worried about D? And don't give me the usual, be honest with me. What are you worried about?”
Dave frowned deeper, “You remember the last time we were all in Paris, right? The problems we had there?”
“Of course I remember. Me and Ty had to hold the line all night because they just kept coming at us.. I almost had one of those assholes too.”
“Did we really take them all out that time?”
“What makes you think we didn't?”
“Ames.. I know we weren't here when those bloodsuckers attacked, but.. From everything Ty and Paul have said already, it just sounds too familiar.”
“I'll look into it once we get to France.. And look over all of the articles now that we've got them translated.” Amy sent her older brother a smile, “I'm sure it's just you being paranoid again but.. Just for you, I'll do it.”
Dave rolled his eyes in response, the older sibling heading out of the room shortly afterwards.. Amy left to her thoughts while she finished packing. Like her brother, she had her own suspicions about the group they were up against.. Like her brother, she questioned whether or not they had completely eliminated that one troublesome group. But, she didn't know enough just yet to make any solid conclusions... Amy adding yet another topic of dicussion to the growing list for when Shane arrived.