Fic: Sacrifice Myself (38/100, Multi Pairing, PG)
Title: Sacrifice Myself
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nope, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Numerous but Lita and Velvet will be featuring heavily; check tags for specifics.
Summary: An interesting favor, to say the least...
Prompt: Numb ;; Table
Warnings: Language, possible adult situations
Notes: Nothing to say yet but if I can think of anything, it'll go here. This is one of five stories for the Wild Card Challenge. Italics for flashbacks
Previously: Memories :: Tags
While Jay waited with Amy, the redhead waking up and annoyed with herself but staying put, for now; A.J went in search of Karen. He didn’t get very far when he ran into Josh, the blonde male having arrived to the hospital to meet up with Jamie.
“Dude, what’s the rush?”
“I’m trying to find Karen.”
Josh flinched, having passed by Karen and Kurt arguing outside, “She’s uh, kinda busy right now.”
A.J raked a hand through his hair, “I know that, Kyra’s in the hospital and she just got out of surgery…”
“Not that kind of busy,” Josh muttered, unsure of how to proceed.
“Do you know where she is then?” And when Josh pointed towards the automatic double doors, A.J walked away.
He saw Karen and Kurt before he heard them, the anger on Karen’s face surprising him. But what surprised him more was when Karen burst into tears, going easily into Kurt’s arms as if she belonged there. And then A.J saw the tell-tale gold band around Kurt’s finger. But that only confuses him more, A.J making up his mind and heading outside.
“Hey Karen…”
Karen lifted her head, wiping her eyes in vain, “hi A.J.”
“I was just going to see how Kyra’s doing but I wanted to see you first.”
Kurt eyed the brunette suspiciously, “who the hell are you?”
“Dr. Allen Dumas-Styles, I’m dating Karen.”
“Well, isn’t that just interesting,” the bald man glanced between his wife and her lover. “I’m Kurt Angle, Karen’s husband.”
A.J smiled wryly, hands jamming into the front pockets of his dress pants. “I see,” avoiding Karen’s pleading gaze, A.J shook his head. “I’ll just leave you two alone, then.”
Kurt remained silent until A.J had walked away, not speaking until the other male was inside the hospital again. “He’s been around my daughter?”
Karen sighed helplessly, “He’s a good person, Kurt. Don’t blame him.”
“I’m not blaming him, Karen. If anyone’s to blame right now? It’s you,” Kurt smiled ruefully, “but right now I just want to see my daughter. You can have your divorce.”
“I’m pregnant,” Karen whispered as Kurt turned. “Two months pregnant.” She’d refrained from drinking any wine or champagne when she was out with A.J, or had only pretended to take a sip.
Kurt rubbed his hands over his face, knowing that by the timing and assuming that Karen was telling the truth, there was no way the baby could be anyone else’s. “Let’s just go see Kyra.”
Karen grabbed onto his shirt sleeve, “don’t you care?”
“If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be standing here,” Kurt replied simply. “But right now, let’s just worry about Kyra. We’ll talk and figure out how to deal with this later.”
Karen nodded mutely, composing herself as best she could before she and Kurt went back inside.
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nope, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Numerous but Lita and Velvet will be featuring heavily; check tags for specifics.
Summary: An interesting favor, to say the least...
Prompt: Numb ;; Table
Warnings: Language, possible adult situations
Notes: Nothing to say yet but if I can think of anything, it'll go here. This is one of five stories for the Wild Card Challenge. Italics for flashbacks
Previously: Memories :: Tags
While Jay waited with Amy, the redhead waking up and annoyed with herself but staying put, for now; A.J went in search of Karen. He didn’t get very far when he ran into Josh, the blonde male having arrived to the hospital to meet up with Jamie.
“Dude, what’s the rush?”
“I’m trying to find Karen.”
Josh flinched, having passed by Karen and Kurt arguing outside, “She’s uh, kinda busy right now.”
A.J raked a hand through his hair, “I know that, Kyra’s in the hospital and she just got out of surgery…”
“Not that kind of busy,” Josh muttered, unsure of how to proceed.
“Do you know where she is then?” And when Josh pointed towards the automatic double doors, A.J walked away.
He saw Karen and Kurt before he heard them, the anger on Karen’s face surprising him. But what surprised him more was when Karen burst into tears, going easily into Kurt’s arms as if she belonged there. And then A.J saw the tell-tale gold band around Kurt’s finger. But that only confuses him more, A.J making up his mind and heading outside.
“Hey Karen…”
Karen lifted her head, wiping her eyes in vain, “hi A.J.”
“I was just going to see how Kyra’s doing but I wanted to see you first.”
Kurt eyed the brunette suspiciously, “who the hell are you?”
“Dr. Allen Dumas-Styles, I’m dating Karen.”
“Well, isn’t that just interesting,” the bald man glanced between his wife and her lover. “I’m Kurt Angle, Karen’s husband.”
A.J smiled wryly, hands jamming into the front pockets of his dress pants. “I see,” avoiding Karen’s pleading gaze, A.J shook his head. “I’ll just leave you two alone, then.”
Kurt remained silent until A.J had walked away, not speaking until the other male was inside the hospital again. “He’s been around my daughter?”
Karen sighed helplessly, “He’s a good person, Kurt. Don’t blame him.”
“I’m not blaming him, Karen. If anyone’s to blame right now? It’s you,” Kurt smiled ruefully, “but right now I just want to see my daughter. You can have your divorce.”
“I’m pregnant,” Karen whispered as Kurt turned. “Two months pregnant.” She’d refrained from drinking any wine or champagne when she was out with A.J, or had only pretended to take a sip.
Kurt rubbed his hands over his face, knowing that by the timing and assuming that Karen was telling the truth, there was no way the baby could be anyone else’s. “Let’s just go see Kyra.”
Karen grabbed onto his shirt sleeve, “don’t you care?”
“If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be standing here,” Kurt replied simply. “But right now, let’s just worry about Kyra. We’ll talk and figure out how to deal with this later.”
Karen nodded mutely, composing herself as best she could before she and Kurt went back inside.