|And (cherrycokerocks) wrote in longest_sunset,|
@ 2008-05-26 15:14:00
|Entry tags:||a.j styles/karen angle fic, beautiful lie, wip|
Fic: Beautiful Lie (A.J Styles/Karen Angle, PG-13, Prologue/?)
Fic: Beautiful Lie
Pairings: A.J Styles/Karen Angle, Karen Angle/Kurt Angle, Kurt Angle/Christy Hemme, Christian Cage/Gail Kim, Chris Jericho/Trish Stratus, Edge/Lita.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to TNA and themselves.
Summary: When Karen loses fives years of her memory she wakes up to find her life has totally changed. She’s got a new job and is involved in a storyline with another man but it’s only a storyline or is it?
Spoilers: Impact 22nd May 2008.
Author’s notes: I got the idea for this plot after reading Remember Me? By Sophie Kinsella. Semi AU as Kurt and Karen don’t have any kids in this. Also for the sake of the story, Kurt hasn’t really hurt his neck again, it’s just a TNA storyline. Anything else and I’ll let you know.
Seattle, Washington, March 30, 2003
It was fast approaching 12 am and the only thing Karen Angle wanted to do was get back to her hotel room and go to sleep but by the look of things, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. She was in a bar which she couldn’t even remember the name of with her husband, his friends and co workers celebrating another successful Wrestlemania. Vince McMahon had provided his employees with a free bar as a thank you for all their hard work over the weekend. Champagne was flowing and the party was in full swing. Everywhere she looked, Karen saw people who were beating the hell out of each other just hours ago in the show, drinking and dancing together. If only the fans could see this.
Finally after what had seem like forever, the loud music that had been blasting from the sound system had been stopped, at least for the time being and although it was anything but quiet due to the amount of people in the room, she could hear herself think. After watching her husband knock back yet another beer, Karen had decided she’d had enough. She tapped Kurt lightly on the shoulder and waited for him to turn around.
“It’s almost midnight, can we get out of here?”
Her husband looked less than impressed, “Are you kidding me? I’m having a great time and besides it will look bad if we’re the first ones to leave.”
Karen rolled her eyes, “I don’t care if it looks bad, I’m really tired. I bet Vince won’t even notice if we slip away quietly.”
Kurt snorted, “Of course he’s going to notice. He’s Vince McMahon. And it’s probably my last chance to hang out with the guys for a while with my upcoming neck surgery and all. Can’t you go and hang out with Trish and Victoria or something?”
“No,” Karen replied bluntly. “They’re both here with their boyfriends, they aren’t going to want me hanging around like a spare part. Please Kurt, I just want to go back to the hotel.”
“Look if you really want to leave I’m not stopping you.” He reached into the inside front pocket of the black suit jacket he was wearing and pulled out his wallet. He took out a couple of twenty dollar bills and placed them on the table in front of his wife, “Take a cab and text me when you get there.”
The brunette looked at him in disbelief, “You’re just gonna let me leave by myself?”
“Yeah … I’m pretty sure you can handle yourself, Karen.” He gave her a small smile, “I would come with you if I could but it’s just not possible.”
“Of course it’s not,” Karen muttered under her breath. She picked up the money from the table as she got up to leave, Jay Reso came up behind her.
“Going somewhere?” he asked cheerfully.
“Yup, I’m going back to the hotel.”
“But I was just about to get you another drink,” the blond Canadian protested.
Karen gave him a half smile, “That’s very sweet of you, Jay but I have to go. Maybe next time, okay?” She didn’t wait for an answer, instead she gave Kurt a quick kiss on the cheek before walking away.
“Everything okay, man?” Jay asked Kurt as soon as Karen was out of earshot.
“Everything’s fine, just Karen being Karen is all. I think she’s just tired, you know how she gets.”
Jay nodded his head, knowingly, “I’m gonna get another drink, you want one?”
“Sure,” Kurt replied. “It’s free after all so why the hell not.”
As soon as she stepped out of the bar, Karen regretted her decision to leave. It was pouring down with rain and although she’d only been outside for just over a minute, she was already starting to get soaked. The black jacket she was wearing wasn’t exactly waterproof and Karen was pretty sure if she stayed out in the rain much longer, the new pink cocktail dress she was wearing would be ruined. Not wanting that to happen, she marched down the street as best as she could in the heels she was wearing in search of taxi cab to take her back to the hotel.
A further five minutes later and she was still no closer to finding a taxi. “Maybe I should just go back to the bar and get them to call me a cab,” she said aloud. Just as she was about to turn around a taxi came along the opposite side of the street. “Taxi!” she yelled out, waving her hand out frantically. Luckily for her, the taxi stopped several metres down the street. Unluckily for her, Karen could see a party of four making their way towards the cab. “Oh no, you don’t. This cab is mine,” the brunette said with determination even though they couldn’t hear her. In more bad luck for her, a sudden bout of traffic prevented her from crossing the street when she wanted too and just as she reached the other side, the cab pulled away, filled with the four people Karen had been racing against. “Damn it.” She sighed, “Back to the bar it is.”
It was at that moment the rain started to come down even heavier and in that split second Karen made a decision that would ultimately be her downfall. She ran up six steps to shelter in a store doorway. After standing there for what seemed to be an eternity but was probably actually no more than four or five minutes, she spotted another vacant taxi coming down the street. Throwing caution to the wind, Karen ran from the doorway but just as she reached the first step her heel broke causing her to crash down the steps and land in a heap on the sidewalk. “Oh crap,” was the last thing she said before she gave into the darkness and passed out.