FLAME ~ Chapter Three

April sat quietly beside Kane and tried to sooth him as the doctor worked carefully to reset the bones in his wrist. The injury was not as severe as they had initially feared. Kane would definitely need a cast and be out of physical competition for 4-6 weeks. Kane and Taker had already begun to discuss possible story lines and angles to keep him active without jeopardizing the wrist. Vince Mc Mahon had called Takers cell phone and received an update on Kane’s condition and Jim Ross had came to the hospital to check on the Big Red Machine’s health. It pleased April to see that the “family” atmosphere that Vince talked about in the locker room was a reality rather then a publicity sham.

Kane was a puzzle. He should have been Glenn. He should have come out of character by now but he hadn’t. April peeked up at him only to find him watching her. She smiled and even under the mask he still had on she saw him smile in return. She didn’t understand this at all but she would. She was a very tenacious person when something sparked her interest. If her baby brother thought he was going to get away with “it’s a long story” well he had another thing coming.

Takers stomach rumbled audibly and everyone in room laughed. Sara moved over to pat his stomach affectionately.

“ Hungry Big Man?” She asked with a twinkle in her eye. Taker grinned his green eyes sparkling right back at her.

“ Oh yeah little girl and I could use something to eat too.” He chuckled.

Kane moved to stand about then and only Taker’s quick reflexes and the close proximity of the examining table kept him from hitting the floor. Fatigue and painkillers were a wicked combination even for the Big Red Machine.

“Maybe we better head back to the hotel and order something up.” Taker suggested shrugging a slightly apologetic shrug in Sara’s direction. “ I don’t think Bro is in any condition to go out.”

“ I’m fine, I just stood up too fast is all.” Kane mumbled. April smothered a giggle at the red that had crept over his neck and ears. The mask didn’t hide everything.

“ I should be going. I need to get back to the hotel and get some sleep. I have a early flight back to good old Indiana in the morning.” April said looking around for her purse. Now where had that damn thing gotten too? Kane’s big hand touched her arm lightly.

“ Won’t you at least have dinner with me?” He asked forlornly. She looked up in surprise as his voice cracked.

“ Hey. It’s ok.” She soothed. Her hand reached up to move the riot of auburn tinted curls out of his face. “ I can have dinner with you if you feel like company.” Kane instantly brightened. The dejected slump left his broad shoulders and he tried to stand again. April stepped closer in concern as he wobbled.

“ Here, let me help you.” She said. Ignoring the derisive snort from the Undertaker she wrapped an arm around Kane’s waist and slipped her shoulder under his arm. The first couple of steps were a little shaky but Kane sent his brother a fierce glare when he tried to step in. Taker threw his arms up in disgust and gave a mighty eye roll reducing his wife to giggles with his dramatics and they followed.


(Later that evening after dinner)

April shook her head at her younger brother in disbelief.

“ Please April!” He pleaded “ We are talking Trish Stratus here! It’s not like I would normally ask this of you.” April rolled her eyes at the puppy dog look on her siblings face.

“ Have you at least checked to see if there are any other rooms available? “

“ Well…not yet.” He admitted a little shame faced. April sighed.

“ Where is she now? Can I at least have my bag without ruining your chance to score.” She snapped a little peevishly.

“ Come on sis. It’s not like that.” Chad started then stopped with a guilty look. It was exactly like that. He had offered to get a room with 2 double beds and let her stay with him because he knew that the trip to New York was a big extravagance for her. How was he supposed to have known that Trish would choose this night to make all his dreams come true?

“ It’s ok. Don’t worry about it. Maybe I’ll get the chance to do the same to you someday.” She said with a wry grin. She took her bag from him and turned towards the elevator. “ Sleep tight don’t let Trish bite.” She giggled over her shoulder.

“ Look lady,…I don’t care who you are. I can not give out the room # of one of our guests without their permission.” The exasperated desk clerk said wearily. What was it with these people? The petite woman glaring at him was the 2nd person tonight asking about this particular guest. He wondered what the poor girl had gotten herself into. He was definitely beginning to suspect that the whole brother/sister story the big blond had given him was not kosher.

Sara groaned and chewed on her lip as she tried to decide what to do. Just her luck she would get Opie Taylor at the desk. The squeaky-clean choirboy had almost choked when she had offered him a $20. She glanced in the direction of the elevator as the doors opened and her mouth dropped open as the object of her search stepped out.

“ April!” She cried happily. April looked up in surprise but smiled when she recognized Sara.

“ Thank god I found you. Kane woke back up shortly after you left and he is livid that he didn’t get to ….I don’t know…say good bye get your number whatever is going through his head.” She said breathlessly. She raised an eyebrow as she noticed April’s bag for the first time.” I thought your plane didn’t leave until tomorrow?”

“ Long story.” April muttered.

“ Do you have time to come up and say good bye to Kane? He’s really quite taken with you. In the two years I’ve known him I’ve never seen him take to someone the way he has you.” Sara said sincerely. April blushed and waved a hand at Sara.

“ With a body like that don’t tell me the women aren’t swooning at his feet.” She giggled. “ Actually there for a minute at the hospital I thought he was going to faint at my feet and I was in no shape to catch him.” Sara laughed with her.

“ I told you he was falling hard for you.” She quipped. Laughing the two women headed back upstairs.



~HUSSY~

"Your acting, or your writing, is not yours to judge. So saying "I'm not very good at this" is some sort of protective mechanism, and it will keep you from sharing it with people. You have to be willing to fearlessly expose yourself."
-- Lee Tergesen ~ aka ~ Tobias Beecher of OZ