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SVW's latest Uprising show had ended less than twenty minutes ago, and the crowds inside the HP Pavilion were already gone, except for the die-hard stragglers who were hanging about hoping to catch their favourite superstar for an autograph. It wasn't too hard for a dark haired woman in a hooded sweatshirt that sported cat's ears to avoid those fanatics. She knew their type intimately, and was content to lurk in the shadows, sitting on the hood of a car until they'd departed.

Less than twenty-four hours ago, she'd torn apart a hotel room after tossing out completely baseless accusations on Twitter. She felt like the worst person ever, especially after seeing how angry her husband was in the opening segment of tonight's show. Sadly, that's why she was here, lurking outside and hoping against hope that he hadn't already left the building by another route.

SVW talent slowly trickled out of the arena, but none of them the one she was looking for until a white limousine began to move from its spot and head closer to the exit. The driver climbed out and headed around to the passenger rear side, and she knew that driver. It was the same one her husband typically used whenever possible. His name was Micah. As more people filtered out, he gave a friendly wave here and there to the ones who greeted him. If he was out there now, it meant that her husband must be heading out momentarily. Micah had worked for Alexander Stryfe for a couple years, and he had always liked Kaitlynn as well. There had been some conjecture that he even had a little crush on her, though that was debatable.

Sliding off the car she was sitting on, Kaitlynn lowered the hood on her sweatshirt and made a beeline for the driver, pasting on her best charming smile. "Micah," she murmured, reaching out to touch his arm and get his attention, "how wonderful to see you here."

"Ms. Stryfe! I was not expecting to see you here tonight. But it's good to see you too." He responded. "Why are you at an SVW show? Your husband didn't mention anything about you coming. He usually travels to these events alone or with Mr. Thunder."

"I had a special interest in being here tonight, Micah," she answered, leaning closer to him as though confiding a secret, "I've come because I wanted to surprise Alex. We had a bit of a..." she paused, blinking up at him as though she was trying not to succumb to tears, "fight last night and I've come all this way to tell him I'm sorry. Only, I didn't really want to do it out here in the open, or inside that arena where someone could record it and sell it to the highest bidder."

Frowning, she looked back towards the door, and then sighed, "I suppose it wouldn't be right of me to ask if he's travelled alone tonight. It's really none of my business..."

Micah was all too happy to volunteer the information as he shook his head. "He arrived alone tonight. He met up with Mr. Thunder & Amy, but both of them have already left. He had to meet with someone apparently, but he's here alone. You want to sit down?" He asked before pulling the car door open for her. "Do you need a ride back to the hotel?"

She smiled, actually feeling a surge of warmth towards the friendly driver. "I don't need a ride back to the hotel, Micah. But I would love to wait for him here. If that's ok with you." She reached out and gave him a little hug, "keep it a secret, though. Like I said, I really want to surprise him."

After releasing him, she got inside the limousine and promptly moved to the seat furthest from the door, so her husband wouldn't see her as soon as it was opened. The driver nodded as he continued to wait for his employer. In a few moments, the wait ended as the sound of wingtips clacked against the asphalt outside the limo as Alexander approached. "I hope you had a good evening, sir."

"Well enough, I suppose. I'm ready to head back to the hotel now. My flight leaves tomorrow, so I'll need you to have me to the airport by 3pm." The voice of Alexander Stryfe was unmistakable. Micah gave an affirmative as his employer climbed into the car, the door shutting behind him. And as he looks up, he let out a sigh that was cut short when he saw who was waiting inside. "Hello, Kaitlynn. I was unaware I should expect you. After all, I have this busy schedule of infidelity at the moment. Jennifer, say hello to my wife." He glanced to his side at the empty seat, making a bit of a point.

She looked away from him, biting her lip at the venom she read behind those words. "I was out of line, Alex. I shouldn't have posted those things I did."

"Oh, and you came all the way to San Jose to tell me something that was obvious. I'm sorry you wasted the energy, you could have just tweeted about it to me. Or better yet, a Direct Message." It was obvious just how incensed he still was about the entire ordeal, his words dripping with anger and a healthy dose of sarcasm. "For you to insinuate I am unfaithful..." He trailed off before he even finished, when he heard his driver get into the car up front. "Micah, we're not leaving yet. I wasn't aware I had to make clear that I am to be informed when someone else is in my car."

"I came all the way to San Jose," she paused, finally meeting his eyes, "to say I'm sorry." It was a hell of a lie, since this was the place she'd chosen to flee to with her lover, but he didn't know that. "Don't be angry with Micah. I asked him to let me in so I could talk to you here." She swallowed hard, and forced herself to continue to look him in the face, despite that anger she could see quite clearly in his eyes, "I didn't mean to imply you were unfaithful. I just... mistrusted your motives."

"Yes, to a staggering degree. I have never once been disloyal to you or our marriage. Ever. And there have been many opportunities, should I have ever wanted to do so. And I am not just referring to Jennifer. But I never did, and I still have not." He reached over, touching the button on the door console to roll the window up between them and the driver. "Your outburst was both embarrassing and humiliating. Yes, I did take Jennifer to dinner. And yes, the idea crossed my mind, but only after I was privy to your diatribe. Till that point, I never once considered it seriously. You obviously don't trust me, and with no actual cause to feel that way."
She sighed, "I don't know what came over me. I just..." she tried like hell to keep that bitchy backbone she was so well known for and failed miserably. Right now she only wanted to break down sobbing. "It's too late to stop the match. We both know that. And I just couldn't get my head around why... why you would want to spend time with her when you know how much she wants to hurt me."

"I tried once to get her to cancel this match. I didn't succeed. And I assumed that I would give it one more try before things were so close that it could not be stopped. And sadly, I was unsuccessful again. She is of the mind you are dangerous, and a threat to my personal well being. She is insistent on this match, and there is nothing I could do to change her mind. Truly if I had some hidden agenda against you, I wouldn't have tried at all, doesn't that make sense?" Shaking his head, his voice was still filled with anger. "If I had some plan before all this to damage you, I'd have not tried to do anything and let you walk into Cold Blooded a sitting duck. But I didn't do that. Yet I am the one who is to be made the villain. I have no problem admitting to my crimes, Kaitlynn. But not when none have been committed."

"She thinks I'm dangerous?" She sat back against the seat, torn between laughing and crying, "Jacob told me I was being ridiculous and jealous for no reason. He told me that you're only being nice to her in public because that's how you work as a businessman and..." she closed her eyes, trying to find the right words to fix the mess and make him stop being angry with her. "I'm sorry I've been so ridiculous. It's just, I can't stand the thought of losing this fight."

"Then it's simple, don't lose. And I'm glad Jacob has been so forthcoming about what he knows of my plans and business dealings. I find that highly questionable when I haven't even spoken to him since late November. Long before all this nonsense began. You're sorry?" He just nodded to that, looking out the tinted window. "You have every right to be, Kaitlynn. But if it is forgiveness that you seek, I am not in the frame of mind to do that yet."

"Oh," her chin began to quiver as she looked down at the floor, "then... I guess there's not much more to be said, is there? I'll pay for whatever the bill was for the damages to the room. And... I..." the tears overflowed, spilling down her cheeks as she blinked out of necessity.

"When the day arrives that you trust me, that will be the day you will get forgiveness for what you caused. I do not believe that day is today, however. The hotel room has been taken care of. So if there is nothing else..." He responded, leaning across and opening the door for her. "You made it here on your own, I wouldn't dream of depriving you of leaving on your own. Besides I am not going home tomorrow, I'll be heading to Chicago for a business meeting."

Her chest hurt from holding her breath, and from the fact that her heart was breaking. Angrily, she reached up and wiped the tears from her face. In a small voice, she said one last thing to him before she scooted forward on the seat, looking towards the open door. "I don't care about losing the match, Alex. I never did. I care about losing you."

Her husband didn't offer a verbal response, staring at her a moment. It seemed his expression softened before he turned his head in another direction, as she left the limousine. He reached out, closing the door and the car headed out into the night.

As the car pulled away, she walked blindly for a few steps, trying like hell to keep her emotions in check and failing as a sob escaped from her lips. "Goddamn it," she whispered, "why didn't I just tell him I loved him?" The question was rhetorical. She knew precisely why she hadn't said it-- because she would have gone completely insane if he hadn't said it back.

With shaking hands, she pulled out her cell phone and scrolled through her contacts list. Her finger hovered over a name, a name that should have been deleted months ago. Biting her lip as she wiped away her tears, she touched the screen and then put the phone to her ear. She waited out the rings and then the recording for the anonymous answering service before speaking clearly, with only a slight hitch of emotion in her voice. "Do you still wish Alex was dead?" After those seven words left her mouth, she hung up the phone and put it back into the pocket of her sweatshirt, bowing her head and closing her eyes.

A hand touched her shoulder from behind, a man's voice instantly familiar. "Sorry I kept you waiting, had to see someone. Ready to go?"

Kitty nodded, forcing a smile as she turned and wrapped her arms tightly around the one and only Christian Kincaid. Burying her head against his chest, she replied, somewhat muffled, "yeah, let's get out of here and never look back."