Series: A Life Less Ordinary 4/? (Lita) PG
Title: A Life Less Ordinary
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Randy (beginning), Lita/?, Chris Daniels
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Complete: No.
Summary: Amy is starting a new life for herself and Lia, six years after her daughter is born.
Notes: I jumped ahead quite a bit, but I hope you like it.
Warnings: Contains teenage pregnancy.
Previous Chapters
Six years later
“Coffee,” Amy murmured to herself with every step she took, her eyes hardly open as she headed toward the local diner she’d been told about.
She opened the door, nearly bumping into a guy wearing a black hoody and slunk over to the counter, dropping her head down on it as she fought back a yawn.
“Coffee,” she muttered again with a soft sigh.
“Can I help you?” A roughened male voice asked her.
Amy lifted her head, looking into some of the deepest brown eyes she’d ever seen and smiled. “Coffee?”
The man chuckled, nodding his head he poured a cup and slid it across the counter to her.
“Thank you,” Amy took a long drink after preparing it, sighing with relief. “You’re a god amongst men...” She looked around, spotting the name on a menu. “Chris.”
“Well, thanks,” Chris responded, shaking his head in amusement. “Can I get you anything other than coffee? Or are you not awake enough for that question yet.”
Amy opened the menu, considering it. “Pancakes, bacon, two eggs sunny-side up and toast,” she ordered before snapping it shut and putting it down.
Chris’s eyebrows rose in surprise and he jotted that down. “That’ll kill ya you know.”
Shrugging Amy finished her cup of coffee and slid it back toward him with a sweet smile. “More?”
Shaking his head Chris filled her cup up again and pushed it back to her, “How many cups do you normally drink in a day?”
Amy shrugged, “Why so many questions?”
“I don’t know,” Chris said honestly. “Am I allowed one more?”
Looking up at the bald headed man Amy couldn’t help but smile somewhat, “Sure, shoot away.”
“What is your name?” Chris asked, tilting his head to the side and studying her. She was stunning, younger than him but not by all that much and absolutely mind blowingly fucking gorgeous, if not a little rough around the edges.
“Amy,” she offered her name quickly, leaving herself baffled and wondering why on earth she would do such a thing.
Chris smiled and jerked his head in a nod, “Thanks for answering,” he told her before turning to put her order in, his head jerking around when he heard a voice. “No, no no no,” he told the older man who had just walked into the restaurant. “I am not decorating this place so no, don’t even bother.”
Amy watched, amazed at his snappy demeanour and turned to watch the older man. She recognized him immediately and wrinkled her nose, he owned half the businesses in the town it seemed and had eyed her in a lecherous manner when telling her she could stay at his house, paying room and board.
She wouldn’t have gone ten feet near the damn place.
Vince looked frustrated and Amy found herself liking this Chris guy increasingly but she supposed that only hung on how good his breakfast was. Maybe he could cook it for her at her place.
Her place, which was a small room in the basement of a very angry religious woman’s home.
Sure...and her six year old could watch.
Unlikely.
“Hey you’re thinking pretty hard, Vince bothering you too much?” Chris put her food in front of her.
Amy shook her head, smiling at him somewhat. “No not really, I mean he’s full of hot air and...” she bit her tongue, not wanting to make too many enemies in town especially since all the residents seemed to have lived there their entire lives and she hadn’t.
“He’s a pervert,” Chris responded, nodding his head. “It’s okay. I get it. He’s never got into any real trouble before but he’s got wandering eyes and thinks sick thoughts.”
Flushing slightly Amy nodded her head, taking a bite of the eggs she groaned. “These are almost as good as your coffee,” she told him, grinning brightly before she bowed over her paper, looking at the classifieds.
“You looking for a job?” Chris asked, almost kicking himself because since when was he one to ask too many questions. It wasn’t like he was a town gossip or anything but she just intrigued him.
Amy glanced up at him, harsh words on the tip of her tongue, wanting to tell him to leave her alone.
“I uh...yeah,” she wasn’t used to people looking at her like that, looking at her like they cared about her and it was more than a little disconcerting.
“I’ve got a friend whose looking for someone to hire, it’s not the best job in the world but she’s willing to let someone live at the Inn,” Chris offered, his words coming out slowly like he was being excessively cautious and now suddenly worried about overstepping his bounds.
Amy straightened up, “An inn? What kind of work? How much would the rent be?” she asked quickly.
“Yeah, the Loriel Inn, her name is Linda and she needs a new housekeeper,” Chris winced as the words left his mouth and he realized his mind was even dirtier than he’d previously thought as the image of her in a French maid’s outfit popped into his head.
Yeah...he was going to hell.
“And the rent?” Amy shoveled another forkful of food into her mouth, years of good breeding and manners slipping away for the time being.
Chris cringed at the way she was eating, unable to help himself. “I think free,” he told her.
“AndhowdoIgettothisplace?” Amy asked him, speaking so fast everything ran into one long word.
Raising both eyebrows Chris could feel his lips twitch and was suddenly aware every eye in the diner was on the two of them. He grabbed a napkin and drew a map on it for her, “There.”
“Thank you so much,” Amy finished most of her breakfast and stood up. “Can I get a to-go cup and how much do I owe you?” she asked him, pulling out her wallet.
Chris poured her coffee into a to go cup and gave it back to her, waving her money away. “Don’t worry about it, consider it a welcome to town present.”
Amy turned and glanced at him, smiling brightly at him. “Hey thanks, I’ve heard you’re not that nice, but you know, people are always wrong about me too,” she winked and turned, out of the door as quickly as she’d come in.
She was going to get a job.
Chris sighed.
He was trying not to fall in love.
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Randy (beginning), Lita/?, Chris Daniels
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Complete: No.
Summary: Amy is starting a new life for herself and Lia, six years after her daughter is born.
Notes: I jumped ahead quite a bit, but I hope you like it.
Warnings: Contains teenage pregnancy.
Previous Chapters
Six years later
“Coffee,” Amy murmured to herself with every step she took, her eyes hardly open as she headed toward the local diner she’d been told about.
She opened the door, nearly bumping into a guy wearing a black hoody and slunk over to the counter, dropping her head down on it as she fought back a yawn.
“Coffee,” she muttered again with a soft sigh.
“Can I help you?” A roughened male voice asked her.
Amy lifted her head, looking into some of the deepest brown eyes she’d ever seen and smiled. “Coffee?”
The man chuckled, nodding his head he poured a cup and slid it across the counter to her.
“Thank you,” Amy took a long drink after preparing it, sighing with relief. “You’re a god amongst men...” She looked around, spotting the name on a menu. “Chris.”
“Well, thanks,” Chris responded, shaking his head in amusement. “Can I get you anything other than coffee? Or are you not awake enough for that question yet.”
Amy opened the menu, considering it. “Pancakes, bacon, two eggs sunny-side up and toast,” she ordered before snapping it shut and putting it down.
Chris’s eyebrows rose in surprise and he jotted that down. “That’ll kill ya you know.”
Shrugging Amy finished her cup of coffee and slid it back toward him with a sweet smile. “More?”
Shaking his head Chris filled her cup up again and pushed it back to her, “How many cups do you normally drink in a day?”
Amy shrugged, “Why so many questions?”
“I don’t know,” Chris said honestly. “Am I allowed one more?”
Looking up at the bald headed man Amy couldn’t help but smile somewhat, “Sure, shoot away.”
“What is your name?” Chris asked, tilting his head to the side and studying her. She was stunning, younger than him but not by all that much and absolutely mind blowingly fucking gorgeous, if not a little rough around the edges.
“Amy,” she offered her name quickly, leaving herself baffled and wondering why on earth she would do such a thing.
Chris smiled and jerked his head in a nod, “Thanks for answering,” he told her before turning to put her order in, his head jerking around when he heard a voice. “No, no no no,” he told the older man who had just walked into the restaurant. “I am not decorating this place so no, don’t even bother.”
Amy watched, amazed at his snappy demeanour and turned to watch the older man. She recognized him immediately and wrinkled her nose, he owned half the businesses in the town it seemed and had eyed her in a lecherous manner when telling her she could stay at his house, paying room and board.
She wouldn’t have gone ten feet near the damn place.
Vince looked frustrated and Amy found herself liking this Chris guy increasingly but she supposed that only hung on how good his breakfast was. Maybe he could cook it for her at her place.
Her place, which was a small room in the basement of a very angry religious woman’s home.
Sure...and her six year old could watch.
Unlikely.
“Hey you’re thinking pretty hard, Vince bothering you too much?” Chris put her food in front of her.
Amy shook her head, smiling at him somewhat. “No not really, I mean he’s full of hot air and...” she bit her tongue, not wanting to make too many enemies in town especially since all the residents seemed to have lived there their entire lives and she hadn’t.
“He’s a pervert,” Chris responded, nodding his head. “It’s okay. I get it. He’s never got into any real trouble before but he’s got wandering eyes and thinks sick thoughts.”
Flushing slightly Amy nodded her head, taking a bite of the eggs she groaned. “These are almost as good as your coffee,” she told him, grinning brightly before she bowed over her paper, looking at the classifieds.
“You looking for a job?” Chris asked, almost kicking himself because since when was he one to ask too many questions. It wasn’t like he was a town gossip or anything but she just intrigued him.
Amy glanced up at him, harsh words on the tip of her tongue, wanting to tell him to leave her alone.
“I uh...yeah,” she wasn’t used to people looking at her like that, looking at her like they cared about her and it was more than a little disconcerting.
“I’ve got a friend whose looking for someone to hire, it’s not the best job in the world but she’s willing to let someone live at the Inn,” Chris offered, his words coming out slowly like he was being excessively cautious and now suddenly worried about overstepping his bounds.
Amy straightened up, “An inn? What kind of work? How much would the rent be?” she asked quickly.
“Yeah, the Loriel Inn, her name is Linda and she needs a new housekeeper,” Chris winced as the words left his mouth and he realized his mind was even dirtier than he’d previously thought as the image of her in a French maid’s outfit popped into his head.
Yeah...he was going to hell.
“And the rent?” Amy shoveled another forkful of food into her mouth, years of good breeding and manners slipping away for the time being.
Chris cringed at the way she was eating, unable to help himself. “I think free,” he told her.
“AndhowdoIgettothisplace?” Amy asked him, speaking so fast everything ran into one long word.
Raising both eyebrows Chris could feel his lips twitch and was suddenly aware every eye in the diner was on the two of them. He grabbed a napkin and drew a map on it for her, “There.”
“Thank you so much,” Amy finished most of her breakfast and stood up. “Can I get a to-go cup and how much do I owe you?” she asked him, pulling out her wallet.
Chris poured her coffee into a to go cup and gave it back to her, waving her money away. “Don’t worry about it, consider it a welcome to town present.”
Amy turned and glanced at him, smiling brightly at him. “Hey thanks, I’ve heard you’re not that nice, but you know, people are always wrong about me too,” she winked and turned, out of the door as quickly as she’d come in.
She was going to get a job.
Chris sighed.
He was trying not to fall in love.