DISCLAIMER: I don't anyone in the WWF, if only in my dreams.
DISTRIBUTION: Go for it, just stamp my name on it and let me know.
RATING: G
CONTENT: Another possible soul mates.
SPOILERS: None that I know of.
SUMMARY: Two people meet and connect. The third time around. Sequel to Again.

Andrew's POV

"I'm an idiot," I tell myself as I pull into the parking lot of the Montreal office of my cell phone company. "No two ways about it, I'm an idiot. I get a couple of days off and what do I do? I hike off to Montreal to, hopefully, and that's if I cross my fingers AND my toes, to see a chick who might not even remember me. Oh yeah, I'm an idiot."

Kat's POV

I finish my call and check the clock on my phone. It's 5. 29 p.m.. I groan. It's almost time for my break and since I've been working nonstop since 2 p.m., I give myself an early break. I grab the Styrofoam box containing my lunch of sautéed rice and pock and bits of pineapple and head out of the call center room, my bag slung over my shoulder. As I go down the escalator, I heave a sigh. One more hour and a half to go and then I'd head home, crash in front of my PC and flick open the TV and watch RAW. What a boring and predictable little life I have.
Predictable right down to the way I always take the long way to the cafeteria so I can pass by the business office and maybe catch a glimpse of a tall Canadian who is now the WWF European champion. It's silly, I know but I'm a romantic at heart. So romantic and so wrapped up in my silly fantasies that I conjure Andrew in my mind's eyes, standing in front of the business office.
What the hell??? My fantasies have never looked so real before. They'd never looked real at all and now, now, it was as if he's really here. I cock my head to the side and blink a few times. If my hands hadn't been full, I would have rubbed my eyes.

Andrew's POV

It's her!!! She's cut her bangs but it IS her. My tongue suddenly feels thick and I can't think of anything to say. Well, nothing smart anyway. And she's blinking a lot. Like she can't believe I'm her. Ooooh, is this a good thing or a bad thing? Well, I won't know until I try.
"I thought you were supposed to run away with me," I say, trying to smile. Ugh! That couldn't have sounded dumber!

Kat's POV

My heart can't be beating any faster. It's beating so fast it almost hurts.
"I-I-I-I-- thought you were kissing, I mean uh, shit, kidding. I meant kidding, not kissing," I reply, shyly. Stuttering over words. Me! I'm a fucking writer.
"I don't kid, or kiss, about these things. And anyhow you were going to get me that snazzy new phone and I'd take you away with me."
I smile. How could I not? I've been fantasizing about the exact same thing for the past months, for him to come back and take me away.
"Now's as good a time as any."
He smiles. I see dimples-- Oh God, I feel faint.

Andrew's POV

"Are you okay?" She looks like she's about to faint. Oh, I can already imagine the comments from the guys. My life will be hell.
"Yeah. Hungry I guess," she shows me the Styrofoam box.
"Oh, my bad."
"It's OK. Listen, this is going to sound really strange but you want to have lunch with me? I'll even let you have some of it. They always give too much food and sharing it is better than throwing it away, no?"
"Depends-- what do you have in there?"
"Chicken fried rice with pork."
"All right. You got me."
She talks with the security guard and comes back with a little visitor card for me to put on the lapel of my coat.

Kat's POV

I don't know what to do exactly. He's not helping. He's just standing there. So I put the styro box in his big, incredibly soft, hands and pin the visitor card on him.
"All right, you're all set. Let's go."
At the cafeteria, I show him to a more private table and grab an extra fork and napkins while the food heats up in a microwave.
"So," he asks me, "how long have you been working here?"
"March 20th will make it a year."
"You like it?"
"Yes. It's a good job and compared to my previous job. It's paradise. Food should be ready now. I'll be right back."

Andrew's POV

What fuck am I doing? You're having dinner with a pretty girl, dumb ass! I'm sharing her lunch in her office cafeteria. I'm such a big spender. But this is nice. Kind of cozy. She's coming with the food. She puts it down, hands me a fork and sits down in front of me.
"Bon appétit," she says in French.
Damn! French is such a sexy language! I dig in.

Kat's POV

You know, being such a prankster will end up getting me in trouble. He looks at the food with a funny look on his face. A really funny look.
"Those pineapple?" he asks.
"Yep."
"And you think rice, pork and pineapple is a good mix?"
"It's not a bad mix. Try it."
"But it's pineapple."
"Look," I say, putting a forkful in my mouth, "it's not bad."
"Doesn't make it good."
"Fine, don't eat it. More for me-- and the trash can."
"Cool."
So I eat. Hell, I'm hungry. And suddenly, another fork joins in the mix. I refuse to say a word. It comes back, again and again.
"So," I ask, "it's not that bad?"
"It's not..."

Andrew's POV

Her face scrunches up like she's had a bad piece of pineapple. She reaches up and gets her pager out of her pocket.
"Give me a second."
Quickly, she gets her cell phone and returns the call. Doesn't even stop eating. A girl who enjoys her food is a girl after my own heart. She hangs up and smiles at me.
"I truly looooooooooove this job."
"What's up?"
"I'm done for the day."
"How come?"
"Low call volume. And since I'd put my name on the go home list, I guess you'd call it, I'm going home."
"That's cool."
"Yeah, it is."
"I wish I could do that."
"I don't think Vince would approve. Too many wrestlers would put their names down."

Andrew's POV

Vince? How the hell does she know about Vince?
"I'm a big fan," she explains, sitting back in her chair, "Mr. Almost Stephanie McMahon."
"So you are. So, who's your favorite wrestler?"
"Tough question. Very tough. It's a close call. There's Trippy, Rocky and Austin. And some kind of European dude. And although you have the cutest dimples, I'm going to have to go with Austin here."
"A rattlesnake girl?"
"Yeah. But I have a fondness for Canadian blondes too."
"Cool..."
Then it hits me, I don't know her name.
"Shit," I mutter.
"What?"
"I just realized something."
"What's that?"
"I don't know your name."

Kat's POV

That's right, he doesn't know my name. That makes me laugh. First time I've had dinner with a man who didn't know my name. Feels a bit weird.
"Katia," I tell him, extending my hand, "Katia Dorsaint."
"Nice to meet you. I'm..."
"Andrew Martin. I told you I was a fan."
"How big?"
"Well, you might like to know that your buddy, Jason Reso, and I share a birthday."
"Cool."
"And I tell myself I'm 5'10" just like he is just for fun."
"You're twisted. I like that."
"I like that too."
"So what do you say I take you out for a real meal? With pineapples in the dessert, not the main course."
"My momma told me not to speak to strangers."
"Since you probably know my cup size, since you're such a big fan and all, I don't think I can be considered to be a stranger."
"There is that."
"You're the stranger. I mean, you could be a stalker."
"I could be." Oh I am. Poor baby, what he doesn't know...

Andrew's POV

She could be. What the hell am I doing?
"But I'm not," she smiles at me. "I have a job, I go to school. My stalking time is restricted. But once I win the lottery..."
"I'd better be careful then."
"To quote Kaientai: Indeed."
She's funny. Pretty.
"So, this is your town. Where should we go?"
"Give me a second. I'll run upstairs, get my stuff and I'll meet you back here, okay?"

Kat's POV

I cannot believe this. I am sitting in a car with Andrew Martin and we're on our way to downtown Montreal for dinner. I am so giddy with joy I could burst. I direct him to a downtown parking lot and he actually gets around the car to open the door for me. I'm getting more and more infatuated.
"So, what do you recommend?"
"Depends, what are you in the mood for?"
"I don't know. Anything but Oriental."
"So we'll scratch the Schezchuan place upstairs. If you're in the mood for a long walk, we could walk to Crescent, and check out those places. They're bound to be busy though."
"Any other suggestions?"
"What are you really in the mood for? People watching with your food or a little conversation?"
"Conversation."
"How about some Italian then?"
"That sounds good."

Andrew's POV

So we get to the restaurant, stand in line. I sign a couple of autographs for these kids and Katia just smiled at me while I did it. She... I don't know, she didn't mind that I was paying attention to someone who wasn't her. Some of the girls I dated did. As soon as we get to our booth, she takes off her coat, grabs her purse and excuses herself. When she comes came, I smile at her. She's done what women do in the bathroom, refresh themselves and it looks good on her.
When she sits down in front of me, I see the bump of her bra's strap under the soft cotton of her top and my fingers burn to touch it.
"What," she asks, looking at my face.
"Nothing. This is a nice place."
"Yeah. It's perfect for a cozy little dinner."
"You're still hungry?"
"I'm a pig, ain't I?"
"No more than me. I'm hungry too."
"Cool, let's order."

Kat's POV

Wow! I'd fantasized about him being this nice, this sweet but this is beyond my expectations. He is a truly fascinating man and he listens. When I told him I was a writer, the look on his face-- incredible. So much interest. Where can I read your stuff? When are you getting published, etc. Completely bowled over.
Then I see him check his watch. Damn, Monday night, it's 8 20 p.m.. I read him perfectly. And I say the words that I never thought I'd have the courage to say.
"Wanna watch RAW at my house?"
The smile that splits his face cuts me off at the knees. Thank God I cleaned up the basement last night. All I can do is pray I didn't forget anything embarrassing in there. See, I live in my parents' basement but my area's completely cut off from theirs. It's soundproof and everything. They can't come in to my apartment, I have my own door, my cable company, the works. Which means I won't have to go through the introduction embarrassment.
It's a nice basement but the ceiling's a little low. And we have big beams.
"I'm sorry about those," I apologize while I turn on the TV and toss him the remote control. RAW's on channel 28."
"It's OK. It's not like you planned to have those beams hit me. Or did you?"
"I'm not telling. Can I get you something to drink? I got beer, soda, juice, water and I was going make myself some tea."
"Soda'd be fine."
"Cool."

Andrew's POV

So I'm sitting there, in her little basement apartment, which is as cozy as hell. It's cute, vibrant, very her. I look at all the pictures on the wall of the living room. One's a living collage of magazine pictures. I recognize myself here and there. But there isn't just me, some of the WCW guys are there too, running shoulders with models, actors, cartoon characters, articles, absolutely everything. On the other wall, she has this laminated picture of one of the Star Trek ships, which has blinking lights and everything.
And then I see pictures of her through time. She was a cute kid.
"Ugh," she says, coming up behind me, "don't look at those."
"Why? You were a cute kid."
"Thanks."
"It's not like you're totally ugly now."
I'd never realized this before but Black women can blush. They don't turn red like us but I swear, her cheeks went a little pink under that skin of hers. And it's not like I came right out and told her what I really thought about her.

Kat's POV

Not totally ugly! OK, it's crumbs but I'm lapping it up. The theme from RAW makes us freeze and stop though and before you know it, we're lost in the show. At first, I'm a little self-conscious since I'm watching with an actual WWF guy. But after a while, I get into it and I let the fur fly.
"You are hilarious," he chuckles during a commercial break.
"What did I do?"
"You're so into it. Vince would love you."
"Ugh!"
"What? Wouldn't you like that?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Your boss seems to have a thing for younger women and I'm too scared he'd want to give me the same kind of spanking he gave Trish."

Andrew's POV

"You're killing me."
"Good. That way, I'll be able to chop off your golden locks and sell them all over the net-- and maybe harvest your sperm while it's still warm."
"You are not normal."
"That and I watch too much of Law & Order."
I'm about to say something about that but RAW starts back up and she's lost to me. We chat some more during commercials and finally RAW ends. She turns to me and smiles.
"You weren't there but it was an okay show nonetheless."
"Can I tell Vince you said that?"
"Absolutely not."
I check my watch. It's 11.15 p.m.
"Listen, I don't want to keep you up too late..."
"Are you kidding? This is usually when I hit my stride. I'm rarely in bed before 2 am."
"Why?"
"I'm a night owl."
"Oh."
"But if you have to go--"
"No! I'm cool."
"So let's sit and talk some more."

Kat's POV

I don't know what time it is and I know I don't care. Oh this is the best date I've ever been on. I don't care if this counts as a date for him but it does for me and it's pretty extraordinary. It's not about the fact that he's a WWF superstar, it's about the fact that he's such a fantastic guy. We don't see eye to eye on everything but we talk it out and it's okay. Oh God, Kat, don't do this! Don't let yourself fall for him. You'll get hurt!

Andrew's POV

I'm sitting in a beautiful woman's basement and I have no intention of getting her naked. Well, not right now, eventually. I'm having an intelligent conversation with a brilliant woman. It's so rare. Most women I meet, it's wham-bam-thank-you ring-rat. Her, she makes me think. I never thought I'd say this but a woman who makes a man think is rare and a turn-on. But then, I check the clock on the VCR and it's past two in the morning.
"I have to go."
"I know."

Kat's POV

I hold on to his jacket while he puts on his shoes and I sigh. I don't want him to go. I don't want to fuck him. Yet. I just want him to stay. I hand him his coat and he slides into it.
"Thank you for the great evening Kat. It was exactly what I needed."
"It was my pleasure. Really."
"I have to fly back tomorrow."
"It's OK."
"Uh Kat... Uh, shit..."
"What?"
"Do you have an e-mail address?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Maybe we can e-mail each other."
"It's okay," I whisper, not looking at him, not wanting him to see the tears in my eyes. He's just too sweet.

Andrew's POV

What the hell does she mean, it's okay? It's not okay. I want to stay in touch.
"Come on Kat. Please."
"Andrew, you don't have to do this."
"I want to do this."
"Are you sure?"
"Kat..."
"OK then. It's Kat_FactGime@yahoo.com."
"Cool. I'll use it."
"I hope so."

Kat's POV

I explain what he has to do to get back to his hotel, and start walking him out to his car.
"You don't have to. It's cold out there."
"I'm a Canuck. It's nothing."
We stand by his rental car and he pulls me into his arms and into his coat. It's unexpected but it feels so nice. I relax against him. He feels too good. And he smells good too.
"We're going to be in Montreal on march 18th."
"I know. Look for me, fourth row, north side."
"You got a ticket?"
"Yeah."
"We can go out for dinner after the show?"
"Yes. I'll make reservations."
He leans over me and pulls me off the ground and puts his lips against mine. No tongue, just the sweetest kiss in the world.

Andrew's POV

She tastes like a dream and warm chocolate. But better.
"Go back inside," I whisper to her, "don't catch a cold."
"Okay. Keep your cell phone on, okay?"
"Sure. And Kat?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll e-mail you tomorrow."
"I'll look forward to it."

Kat's POV

I watch his car leave and I turn on my phone. Yes, I shouldn't have gotten his cell phone number from work but I didn't use it until I knew him did I?
"Hello?"
"Hey. I just wanted to make sure you didn't get lost."
"That's awfully nice of you."
"I'm an awfully nice girl."
I lie down in bed and we keep on talking until he gets to his hotel room and into bed.
"Well," I say, "you're where you're supposed to be. I guess my work here is done."
"So you're leaving?"
"Yeah. You have to have something left to say for that e-mail."
"All right. Good night then."
"Good night."

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