Unplanned and Unexpected

Rating: T for mild swearing.
Spoilers: Survivor Series
Pairings: Lita/John Cena (possibly), Trish/Randy Orton, Victoria/Batista, Lillian/Chris Benoit
Summary: Always unplanned and always unexpected, that was just how life worked.
Notes: Might be a short series, might not be.. Just something that came to me whilst watching Survivor Series.. And if you don't like Lita, if you don't like Cena.. if you don't like the possibility of the pairing, please.. Save us both the trouble and press the little 'x' and the top of your screen. Pertinent note: Rosters are joined for this story. Yes, I'm still using a few storylines but I will be picking and choosing which ones to use, which ones to modify and which ones to ignore. This story covers both on-screen/scripted and backstage/non scripted.

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The odds had certainly been stacked against him that night, but that hadn't bothered him any. He didn't back down and he didn't quit.. This night was no exception. It was Survivor Series, after all, and that meant his survival. It also meant surviving so he could walk out of the Joe Louis Arena with the belt over his shoulder. And with those odds against him, with the four referees used to call the match- He had won. John Cena was walking out of the arena as the WWE Champion and not Kurt Angle. But that didn't mean Kurt wouldn't come after him again.. John would be stupid not to expect it. Still, that was at the back of his mind, a passing thought as he made his way through the backstage area. He had just turned the corner, heading out of the instant access room, when a flash of crimson locks collided with his chest.

"Would you watch where you're going?" Lita snapped from her impomptou spot on the floor.

John rolled his eyes, "I could be tellin' you the same thing. You ran into me, not the other way around."

"Whatever," the redhead grumbled irritably. "The least you could do is help me up."

"I could do that," he shifted the title belt to his right shoulder. "But, I jus' got done givin' an ass whoopin' to Angle so--"

She rolled her eyes, palms flat on the cold floor as she pushed off. "Then why don't you get out of my way so I can get to where I need to go."

John made an open gesture with his arms, "I ain't stoppin' ya."

Lita merely shook her head, red locks tossed over her shoulder with a flourish as she stormed off.

"What crawled up her ass and died?"

The West Newbury native glanced over his shoulder, "Ya got me bro," an eyebrow raised, "how's the shoulder?"

"Eh.." Dave Batista half shrugged, "I can still kick ass and that's all that matters."

"True that," the WWE champion paused, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead. "You seen Orton?"

Batista rolled his eyes, "No I haven't.. I'm only the team captain for Smackdown and he just happens to be--"

"I got it," the shorter man snorted, "If you see him, tell him I'm lookin' for him."

Dave raised an eyebrow at that, "You'll have better luck asking Trish. Matter of fact, I think that's where Orton was just heading."

"Thanks bro, I'll keep that in mind."

"You might want to reconsider," at John's questioning look Dave chuckled. "The hell cat was also going in that direction."

John snorted, "Pssshh.. I can handle her an' it ain't like I'm goin' down there to talk to her anyway."

Dave laughed heartily, "Don't say I didn't warn you then.. She's pissed off at someone or something and when she's like that--"

"Yeah, yeah.. whateva." John shook it off, moving the title belt to his left shoulder. "She don' worry me none." He offered a short wave to the World Heavyweight champion, heading towards the locker room of one Trish Stratus.

"You know," Trish began as she walked out of the shower area, a towel draped over her shoulders."If there's one good thing about Survivor Series this year--"

Lita raised an eyebrow, the redhead currently leaning against a locker. "You mean aside from retaining your title.."

"That too," Trish agreed easily, "But I was going to say, that at least this year, I didn't get my nose broken by some psychotic, chair wielding redhead."

The redhead in question rolled her eyes, "All in the script blondie and you know it."

"Whatever," the Women's champion replied, she soon settling on the bench. "Are you still hanging out with me, Vikki and Lillian tonight?"

"Where else would I be?" LIta sighed heavily, "I'm not the most popular person backstge, you know."

The Canadian Diva smiled kindly, "You still have me, Vikki and Lillian and you know it."

"I know," the redhead mustered a smile. "And I appreciate it.. If not for the three of you, I don't know if I would've lasted this long."

"It'll change Li," Trish tossed the towel aside in favor of a hooded sweatshirt, "just give it some time."

Lita opened her mouth to reply, a sharp knock at the door preventing her from doing so.

"Hey Trish," John beckoned from the hallway, "You seen Orton?"

Trish tugged the sweatshirt over her head, "You just missed him, John.. Why?"

"Jus' wonderin' is all.."

The blonde woman shook her head, opening the door a fraction. "He just left for the trainers room and then well.. The main event for tonight." She opened the door wider, "You can hang out here if you want though."

"Naw, s'aight." John rolled his shoulders, "I gotta grab a shower anyways."

"Okay then.." Trish leaned against the doorway, "If I see Randy before you, I'll tell him you were looking for him."

The West Newbury native nodded in reply, turning on heel shortly after to head back to his own locker room.

Trish turned back to her best friend, "Well.. That was odd."

Lita only shrugged in response, the two chit chatting then about the storylines or lack of on the respective shows. Eventually, their attention fell to the monitor in the locker room, the two Diva's focusing their until Victoria waltzed in. Such went the remainder of the pay per view for the Diva trio, the three waiting out the rest of the night in the locker room before they had to leave. All in all, it was just like any other company sponsored event, the three more than ready to leave when all was said and done.

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Later that night and as planned, Lillian joined the Diva's three in Trish's hotel room. Granted yes, Victoria and Trish were the worst of enemies on screen, but remained good friends behind the scenes. That didn't mean that Victoria and Trish weren't friends with Mickie, Candice or Ashley.. Just that when it came down to room-mates and travel partners, they stuck with the tried and true. And at this point in time, tried and true meant traveling with and rooming with Lillian and Lita. That was partly due to the fact that they were all familiar with each other and partly because the redheaded Diva needed the support. Whether she would admit to it or not was a different story, but regardless, they were standing by her side.

"So.." Trish began from her spot on the bed, "since Stace can't be with us, we can't dish about the latest locker room gossip."

Victoria rolled her eyes, "Like we'd really want to that anyway.."

The Canadian Diva stuck out her tongue, "I was just saying.. But you have to admit, Vikki, if anything it's entertaining."

"I guess," the raven haired woman shrugged. "But, Stace isn't here, so we can't dish now can we?"

Lillian cleared her throat, "How are the plans coming for Dawn's baby shower?"

"Incredibly slow," Lita shook her head, "if you can believe it, Dawn hasn't even registered yet."

"Well," Trish chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip, "she has been pretty busy.. Sure, she's not traveling as much as she was, but she's still making appearances and stuff."

The blonde ring announcer sent a questioning look to Lita, "Did she at least send a guest list?"

The redheaded Diva shook her head, "She told me what invitations she wants me to use, but hasn't sent a guest list.. The only other thing she's told me is that, she wants this to be mixed company."

"Meaning what?" Victoria sat back, raven locks pulled back into a loose ponytail. "Like people from both shows or...?"

"Like inviting the guys," Lita explained quickly, "since baby showers are usually women only."

Trish snorted, "Well that should be interesting then.. Has Stacy come up with any more games yet?"

Lita shrugged, "I'm not sure.. I should probably tell her that the guys will be there though."

"That might help, Li.." Trish wrinkled her nose, "I can't see the guys playing 'Pin the Baby on the Mommy'."

Victoria snickered, "I can't say I'm looking forward to that either, but.. I think Stace means well."

"She does," Lita agreed easily, "I'll call her tomorrow or something.. To be on the safe side."

Trish nodded solemnly, "That would probably be the safest thing to do, Li." The blonde Diva paused, "Oh.. I had meant to ask.. Would you be interested in hanging out with--"

"No way," the redhead interrupted swiftly, "Trish I've got too much to do."

The Women's champion pouted, "But you don't even know what I was going to ask.."

"The answer is still no.. Trish, I have to plan out the menu, plus get the decorations and--"

"But you can take a break," Trish persisted anyway, "Come on Li, one night with me and Vikki."

Lita sent her a suspicious glance, "Just you and Vikki? I don't buy that for a minute."

"I pinky swear," the Canadian Diva extended her right pinky, "please? I mean, I'm sure you could use the break from moping around your hotel room or at home."

The redhead rolled her eyes, "I don't mope.. I contemplate."

Victoria raised an eyebrow, "Monks contemplate and you my dear, are no monk."

"But--"

"If I can talk Chris into it," Lillian spoke up then, "would you re-consider?"

Lita flopped back, bringing her hands to her face in a show of mock defeat. "If you can get Chris to go, I'll consider it."

Trish rolled her eyes, "I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of it Li."

The redhead smiled wryly, "Have you ever thought that maybe I don't want to see Matt and Ashley?"

"Point taken, but honey.. You can't avoid him forever."

"No, but I can try.." Lita sat up then, drawing her knees to her chest, "I doubt he'd want to talk to me anyway."

Victoria sent her a look, "I'm sure he'll get over it eventually and that's if he hasn't already."

"Then why can't I?" Lita turned her face, her cheek cushioned on her kneecaps. "I know it's happened and I can't change what happened but.."

Lillian moved so she was sitting beside her, "Li.. you've got to move on and let this all go. I'm not saying that to be mean or anything, but.. If Matt has moved on--"

"I know," the redhead stated quietly, "I'm getting there...slowly but surely."

Trish frowned, "Li.. You can't wallow in guilt the rest of your life. What happened has happened, it's in the past. Big deal if the fans can't accept the fact that you aren't perfect. Big deal if people backstage want to pass judgement.. Shit happens and life goes on."

"Exactly.." Victoria moved so she was sitting on the opposite side of the redhead, "stop beating yourself up for it.. And, not that he's the best example, but if Adam can let this slide off of his back..."

Lita snorted, "I understand Vikki.. And believe it or not, Adam is actually trying to help."

Trish raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

"By finding out if there's ever going to be an ending to the angle from hell." Lita rested her chin on her knees, "he went to Bischoff earlier but.. Bischoff blew him off. Hopefully he'll find out tomorrow or something."

"Something tells me Bischoff won't be in the best of moods." Trish grimaced, "so just be careful tomorrow."

Lita nodded, "I plan on it, trust me. I'd like to keep my happy ass in a locker room all night, but unfortunately, it won't happen." She stretched her arms outwards, "anyway.. I think I've had enough for tonight.. I'll see y'all in the morning."

Lillian squeezed her shoulders, "Things will work out.. Just don't give up hope."

Victoria held up the other key card to the hotel room. "I'll be down in a bit, Li."

At that, Lita nodded, bidding good night to Trish and Lillian before she exited the hotel room. It was halfway to her hotel room that she nearly had another collision with the WWE Champion. Fortunately, perhaps for both of them, the redheaded Diva was more aware of her surroundings this time around...she sidestepping around him before he could move otherwise. For reasons unknown, however, she glanced back over her shoulder.. Just catching the undreadable expression on his face before he disappeared into his hotel room. The Diva almost frowned before shaking her head, Lita deciding she just didn't care anymore if people were watching her.. At least for now anyway, she tried to pretend that her problems didn't exist. Maybe that way, they would go away...even though she knew the very thought was fruitless.