Behind The Bandanna
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shattered_ficsTitle: Behind the Bandanna
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): Homicide/OC
Summary: She wore a mask hiding her true self, till someone finds out what she really is.
Warnings: cursing, sex (later on)
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,148
Chapter #: (3/10)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: This story is comming along wondefully! I started Chapter 5 last night and I decided this is going to go 10 chapters so I'm going to make chapter five on longer. Now I just have to decide what the hell is going to go down.
Reagan grabbed her bowl of cereal off of the counter and slowly walked into the living room. Curling her feet under her she sat in front of the TV. It was Thursday night and she was waiting for Spike TV to end CSI so they could play TNA iMPACT. It was a routine of hers to sit down and watch the show, even if Homicide wasn’t on the show. She bit her lip as the spoon rested in the bowl as the beginning of iMPACT started. She had about 20 minutes before her appearance, but she was interested in seeing everything before.
“So waiting for your first appearance?” He whispered into her ear.
“Oh lord,” She said jumping slightly as he sat next to her on the couch. “Don’t do that, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Sorry babe,” He said kissing the side of her head.
“Sure you are,” She laughed putting the bowl down and getting closer to him. “I thought you didn’t like watching yourself.”
“I’m watching for you,” He said grinning as the show came back from commercial.
She couldn’t help my giggle as LAX came out as she saw herself. She some how looked different then what she imagined she would on TV. Which didn’t make sense to her, she spent half an hour staring at herself in the mirror after she donned her LAX gear, she didn’t get why she looked so odd.
“There is my sexy girl,” He said smiling at her, soon frowning as he saw the look on her face “What’s wrong babe?”
“I thought it would be different,” She said simply.
“How so?”
“I don’t like how I look, I look—like a thug,” She said crinkling her nose.
“Well that is the point,” He said seriously “I think you look fine, it hides your true self perfectly.”
“Maybe that’s the problem,” She sighed as she watched herself sit on the apron as Homicide jumped around the ring waiting for Sabin.
“But look at your eyes,” He whispered into her ear “They look amazing, so full of life, so full of love, lust and anger.”
“Stop,” She shivered as his fingers slowly ran up and down her slender arms as she watched Sabin try to mount an attack while watching the LAX members.
“What’s wrong with you tonight?” He asked slowly as he moved away.
“Just odd watching myself,” She said “Oh god, I hit Sabin to hard didn’t I?” She sighed as she viewed the second replay of her hit. “I knew I did, I can’t control,”
“Rea,” Homicide said slowly as he cupped his hand over her mouth “Stop, you did fine you didn’t hurt Sabin.”
“Oh,” She said leaning back into him. She didn’t hurt him there, but she knew some how she hurt him backstage. The looks he kept giving her made her stomach churn. “Suppose that’s good, I tried not to.”
“You worry to damn much,” He sighed pulling his arm away from her shoulder as he leaned forward. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting very—odd since we finished the two week tapings of iMPACT, c’mon Rea tell me.”
She dragged the corner of her lip between her teeth as she looked at Homicide who turned his head to look at her quietly before returning his attention back to the TV. She didn’t know what to say to him, thoughts flying through her head, Sabin knew. He knew their secret—what would he possibly do to ruin that? What would happen if she told him?
“I uhm,” Sighing she leaned back as Homicide looked over his shoulder at her again and frowned at her.
“You can tell me,” He said his eyes shined brightly as his hand rested on her leg. “Please, I hate you keeping things from me you know that.”
“I do,” She said weakly.
“Rea,” He said seriously.
She looked at him slowly as he looked her directly in the eye. Reagan decided then and there that she wasn’t going to tell him about Sabin knowing about her—not yet. Not knowing how Homicide would react to someone he would call a rival made her final decision for her. Her mind raced with trying to think of another excuse, one that he would buy and is also bugging her.
“Girl stuff,” She said with a half smile, he always hated that subject.
“What type?” He asked slowly quickly turning around.
“Oh--” She said quietly, they’ve had scares in the past but she knew she wasn’t this time. “Usual, I can feel it coming, and it’s going to be a bad one.”
“I’m sorry babe,” He said rubbing her leg again as he leaned back. “I’ll go on a nice chocolate run for you, tomorrow to stalk up.”
“You don’t have to,” She giggled as he wrapped his arm around her pulling her into his chest.
“But I want to,” He said smiling.
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Chris Sabin sat on his coffee table in his small apartment, mere inches away from his TV. Normally he didn’t like to watch his own ass getting beaten but he was watching it for her. She had such a power over him and he couldn’t shake her from his thoughts. He didn’t know what his problem was—she was Homicides girl and nothing was going to change that. Chris always heard him talk about her; he was in love with her.
“There,” He breathed out slowly as he saw her appear on the TV.
Even through the TV her eyes caught his and he blushed. He hated feeling this way, especially about someone else’s girl. He smiled weakly as they cut away from her. Once he heard his music hit he pushed himself off of the table and walked behind the couch, turning his back to the TV.
“There, I saw her, now I’m not going to watch the match,” He said folding his arms across his chest. He let out a growl of frustration as he quickly turned around and leaned on the couch. Wincing every time he got hit, his body reacted with a small pang in each spot. His heart raced as her moment came close and closer. Then he saw it, Homicides single. She crawled up onto the apron waited and struck. His heart stopped as the back of his head throbbed.
“Breathe,” He said taking a deep breath “It was part of the show, that’s all it was.” He paused collecting his own thoughts. “But backstage wasn’t, she was alone, she was her self, no bandannas, no LAX, no Cide, she was Reagan.”
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): Homicide/OC
Summary: She wore a mask hiding her true self, till someone finds out what she really is.
Warnings: cursing, sex (later on)
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,148
Chapter #: (3/10)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: This story is comming along wondefully! I started Chapter 5 last night and I decided this is going to go 10 chapters so I'm going to make chapter five on longer. Now I just have to decide what the hell is going to go down.
Reagan grabbed her bowl of cereal off of the counter and slowly walked into the living room. Curling her feet under her she sat in front of the TV. It was Thursday night and she was waiting for Spike TV to end CSI so they could play TNA iMPACT. It was a routine of hers to sit down and watch the show, even if Homicide wasn’t on the show. She bit her lip as the spoon rested in the bowl as the beginning of iMPACT started. She had about 20 minutes before her appearance, but she was interested in seeing everything before.
“So waiting for your first appearance?” He whispered into her ear.
“Oh lord,” She said jumping slightly as he sat next to her on the couch. “Don’t do that, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Sorry babe,” He said kissing the side of her head.
“Sure you are,” She laughed putting the bowl down and getting closer to him. “I thought you didn’t like watching yourself.”
“I’m watching for you,” He said grinning as the show came back from commercial.
She couldn’t help my giggle as LAX came out as she saw herself. She some how looked different then what she imagined she would on TV. Which didn’t make sense to her, she spent half an hour staring at herself in the mirror after she donned her LAX gear, she didn’t get why she looked so odd.
“There is my sexy girl,” He said smiling at her, soon frowning as he saw the look on her face “What’s wrong babe?”
“I thought it would be different,” She said simply.
“How so?”
“I don’t like how I look, I look—like a thug,” She said crinkling her nose.
“Well that is the point,” He said seriously “I think you look fine, it hides your true self perfectly.”
“Maybe that’s the problem,” She sighed as she watched herself sit on the apron as Homicide jumped around the ring waiting for Sabin.
“But look at your eyes,” He whispered into her ear “They look amazing, so full of life, so full of love, lust and anger.”
“Stop,” She shivered as his fingers slowly ran up and down her slender arms as she watched Sabin try to mount an attack while watching the LAX members.
“What’s wrong with you tonight?” He asked slowly as he moved away.
“Just odd watching myself,” She said “Oh god, I hit Sabin to hard didn’t I?” She sighed as she viewed the second replay of her hit. “I knew I did, I can’t control,”
“Rea,” Homicide said slowly as he cupped his hand over her mouth “Stop, you did fine you didn’t hurt Sabin.”
“Oh,” She said leaning back into him. She didn’t hurt him there, but she knew some how she hurt him backstage. The looks he kept giving her made her stomach churn. “Suppose that’s good, I tried not to.”
“You worry to damn much,” He sighed pulling his arm away from her shoulder as he leaned forward. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting very—odd since we finished the two week tapings of iMPACT, c’mon Rea tell me.”
She dragged the corner of her lip between her teeth as she looked at Homicide who turned his head to look at her quietly before returning his attention back to the TV. She didn’t know what to say to him, thoughts flying through her head, Sabin knew. He knew their secret—what would he possibly do to ruin that? What would happen if she told him?
“I uhm,” Sighing she leaned back as Homicide looked over his shoulder at her again and frowned at her.
“You can tell me,” He said his eyes shined brightly as his hand rested on her leg. “Please, I hate you keeping things from me you know that.”
“I do,” She said weakly.
“Rea,” He said seriously.
She looked at him slowly as he looked her directly in the eye. Reagan decided then and there that she wasn’t going to tell him about Sabin knowing about her—not yet. Not knowing how Homicide would react to someone he would call a rival made her final decision for her. Her mind raced with trying to think of another excuse, one that he would buy and is also bugging her.
“Girl stuff,” She said with a half smile, he always hated that subject.
“What type?” He asked slowly quickly turning around.
“Oh--” She said quietly, they’ve had scares in the past but she knew she wasn’t this time. “Usual, I can feel it coming, and it’s going to be a bad one.”
“I’m sorry babe,” He said rubbing her leg again as he leaned back. “I’ll go on a nice chocolate run for you, tomorrow to stalk up.”
“You don’t have to,” She giggled as he wrapped his arm around her pulling her into his chest.
“But I want to,” He said smiling.
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Chris Sabin sat on his coffee table in his small apartment, mere inches away from his TV. Normally he didn’t like to watch his own ass getting beaten but he was watching it for her. She had such a power over him and he couldn’t shake her from his thoughts. He didn’t know what his problem was—she was Homicides girl and nothing was going to change that. Chris always heard him talk about her; he was in love with her.
“There,” He breathed out slowly as he saw her appear on the TV.
Even through the TV her eyes caught his and he blushed. He hated feeling this way, especially about someone else’s girl. He smiled weakly as they cut away from her. Once he heard his music hit he pushed himself off of the table and walked behind the couch, turning his back to the TV.
“There, I saw her, now I’m not going to watch the match,” He said folding his arms across his chest. He let out a growl of frustration as he quickly turned around and leaned on the couch. Wincing every time he got hit, his body reacted with a small pang in each spot. His heart raced as her moment came close and closer. Then he saw it, Homicides single. She crawled up onto the apron waited and struck. His heart stopped as the back of his head throbbed.
“Breathe,” He said taking a deep breath “It was part of the show, that’s all it was.” He paused collecting his own thoughts. “But backstage wasn’t, she was alone, she was her self, no bandannas, no LAX, no Cide, she was Reagan.”
