TITLE:
When Love Comes Unexpectedly (1/1)
AUTHOR: Raquel
EMAIL: EmotionlyUnblncd@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sting/Steve Borden. This is a total work of fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: er... I dunno.... if you really beg, I may consider it.....
RATING: PG
CONTENT: Sap-filled Mary Sue
SPOILERS: none
SUMMARY: Brenna tells Sting her story.
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Brenna stood at the guardrail that separated her from the parking lot,
repeatedly glancing at the nearby road. She was waiting for a certain man, in
fact had made sure to arrive at the arena by 11 o'clock in the morning so she
would be sure not to miss him. But so far, he hadn't shown up. She
was thankful that by then everyone else had gone into the arena to buy
merchandise and find their seats, because she didn't want anyone overhearing her
talk with him.
For the past several years, Brenna had been
a die-hard wrestling fan. She had never been able to attend a live event
before, whether due to distance, money, or work. But when she had heard
that there was to be a Pay-Per-View event in her town, she immediately scheduled
a day off for the Monday after. The day the tickets went on sale, she was
first in line. She had managed to get front row seats! She was so
excited, and determined to be noticed by the man she would be waiting for, but
she refused to dress like some of the women she'd seen in the crowds on TV.
She didn't stoop that low, and neither did her neckline. She wore her
favorite pair of jeans and a silky teal blouse, which even now she couldn't help
fiddling with the buttons of.
Brenna heard a car and lifted her head,
hoping it was him. By the time the car got to where she was, she could see
it wasn't, but she smiled and cheered at Goldberg anyway. He was one of
her favorites. She went back to her thinking, trying to plan what she was
going to say when he got there. The nervousness had escalated with every
minute that went by, and she was beginning to wonder what the hell she was
thinking. What if he didn't even stop to listen to her? The sound of
another car shook her out of her reverie, and she looked up hopefully.
It was him. It was actually him.
Brenna knew that profile and that hair anywhere. She stood straight and
smoothed out her shiny black hair while praying for some guidance in what to say
next. She waited until he had gotten his duffel bag out of the trunk.
"Sting? Mr. Borden? Can I talk to you
for a few minutes please? I've been waiting all day just to see you,"
she said, a trace of a laugh in her voice.
"Sure, miss, and please, call me
Steve," he said with a smile that melted her to the core. She blinked
for a second to get herself under control and then continued.
"Well, Steve," she said faltering
a bit at talking to this man on a first name basis, "my name is Brenna, and
I've been a fan of yours for several years now. I just wanted to tell you
a few things."
"Shoot, Brenna." He took
off his sunglasses so he could see her face better, which caused her to blush a
little. She thought she saw him look her up and down, but no, she told
herself, why would he look at her?
"OK, here goes. I'm a tad
nervous. Well, you see, about 5 years ago, when I was 17, I suffered from
major depression. I was even suicidal and had taken to cutting myself.
My mother was trying to get me into therapy somewhere, but in the mean time I
was just failing school and laying around the house just being depressed.
I had no will to live. One night I was watching television, which was one
of the things I liked doing at all. I saw Nitro on and thought it'd be
good for a laugh, so I watched it. I was immediately sucked in. I've
been watching every week since. My Mom finally got me in some therapy a
few months later, but I was already improved. I had something to live for.
And to tell you the truth, you were almost it. I couldn't wait to see what
you did next. When you were injured, I barely paid attention. Sting
and WCW got me through my parents' divorce. When everything in my life was
changing, you guys were my constant support, like a family. I've been
watching WWF lately too, but WCW is always special in my heart. This is
the first wrestling event I've ever been to, and I had to thank you, Steve, face
to face. I know you guys put your bodies out there almost every night, and
some of us do appreciate it, sometimes more than you'll ever know. I
wanted to thank you for giving your best. It means a lot to me, and if
you'd tell some of your buddies back there so they'd know some of us love em no
matter what role they're booked as, I'd appreciate that, too." Brenna
looked up nervously, wondering what she'd see in his face.
Steve Borden stood there, with amazement in
his eyes. He looked down for a minute, appeared to be thinking, turned
around, and walked to the security guard to get his pass.
Brenna couldn't believe it. She
wondered what she had said to make him think she was a total dork. She sat
down on the curb and could feel tears start to rise up in her throat. She
opened her purse and struggled to find her car keys. She was going home.
"Brenna?" He called her name, and
when she looked at him, he was holding an extra backstage pass in his hand.
"This is for you," he said with a smile. He took her hand to
pull her to her feet, and chuckled at the expression of wonder and
almost-confusion on her face. "I thought you could tell the boys your
story yourself," he explained, and put his hand on her back and led her
inside the arena.
As they were walking in, he noticed a
couple of tears sliding down her cheeks. Without thinking he reached over
and wiped them away with his hand. When she looked at him, it was his turn to
blush. "Sorry," he said, almost stammering, "I guess I just don't
like seeing a pretty girl cry." She laughed, but inside her head was
swimming.
Steve took Brenna to the dressing rooms and
introduced her as an acquaintance. He had her tell her story to several of
them, and it was usually greeted with a smile and a hug. One of the
wrestlers actually had a tear in his eye. When they had finished, he took
her to his own private dressing room and told her to meet him there after the
show. "Joe here, the security guard, will make sure you get back here
okay." With that, he went inside to prepare for his match.
Joe took her to her seat and she had a
great time. Some of the wrestlers saw her and slipped a wink to her,
making her giggle. She felt like she was floating on air, she was so in
awe of what was happening. When Sting came out for his match he waved to
her, which made her smile even wider, if that was possible.
When Nitro ended, Brenna went right
backstage with Joe. He left her at Steve's door and told her that Steve
had said to go right in. She knocked first, wanting to be polite, but
didn't get a response. She looked around the hallway, but the security
guard had left already, so she decided to go in like he said. She opened
the door in time to see Steve walking into the shower with only a towel and some
remnants of paint still on his face. "Oh my God! I'm
sorry!" she exclaimed, quickly closing the door. Her face was beat
red, and her pulse was racing. She sat down in a chair across from the
door and tried to breathe regularly.
About 20 minutes later, Steve opened his
door and invited her in. She went inside and before she could apologize,
she heard him apologize to her. "I'm sorry Brenna, I thought it'd be
a while before you could get here through the crowds. I've never invited
anyone back to my dressing room before, I'm not used to listening for
knocking."
She laughed a little nervously and said,
"I suppose I should be thankful, I got a bit more of a show than everyone
else out there tonight." Steve blushed and laughed, asking, "Well,
would ya like to continue the show at a restaurant or something?"
Brenna was stunned but managed to say, "I'd love to Steve, really. In
fact, why don't we take my car? It'd be easier than driving two cars, and
I can drop you off at your hotel afterwards." His face broke into a
big smile and he told her to wait there while he got someone to take his rental
back.
After he got back, they walked to her car
and loaded his gear into the trunk. As they were buckling up, Steve asked,
"So where are we off to? Somewhere where we can get coffee and talk?"
Brenna smiled and said, "I know just the place."
As they drove up to the Barnes and Noble,
he exclaimed, "Hey, I love this place!" She seemed shocked.
"Really? It's my favorite, too! They have great snacks here, like
those big black and wh-" "-ite cookies!" he finished with her,
"I love those too!" They laughed as they got out of the car, and
Steve took her arm as they went inside.
They spent an hour there just drinking
coffee, nibbling on cookies and talking. They were amazed with how much
they had in common with each other. They enjoyed the same books and
authors, loved the same movies, and even had the same pet, a Golden Retriever.
"I have my brother take care of her when I'm on the road," said Steve,
as he took a picture out of his wallet. Brenna showed him a picture of her
dog too, and they had a good laugh over the similarities.
They were still deep in conversation about
some book or movie when a waiter tapped him on the shoulder and told him the
store was closing. They cleaned up their table and walked out, and Brenna
felt his arm around her waist. She couldn't believe she was falling in
love with this guy, and that he seemed to be falling for her too.
She drove him to his hotel and he invited
her to come up to his room. She accepted, although she was very nervous.
When she went into his room, she was amazed at the luxury of it.
"Wow, the best hotel I've ever been in is a Holiday Inn!" she said,
which made him laugh. He put his duffel bag on the table and took off his
shoes. Brenna's back was to him because she was amazed with a painting on
the wall. Steve came up behind her and put his hands on her waist and
turned her around to face him. He slowly bent his head down to meet her
lips and kissed her gently, then more firmly. She found herself letting
out a small sound of surprise and then surrendering to him, wrapping her arms
around his neck. He lifted her a few inches off the ground and laid her on
the bed, and continued to kiss her, beginning to probe her mouth with his
tongue. She kissed him fervently and deeply and then suddenly drew away.
He sat up, concern suddenly in his eyes. "What did I do? Are
you okay?"
She sat up as well and smiled warmly at
him, replied, "You didn't do anything, I'm fine. I'm better than
fine. This whole night has been amazing. But I'm not ready to do
what we were on our way to doing. Steve," and here she faltered,
trying to decide on the right words, "I'm a virgin. I'll stay a
virgin until my wedding night. It's not that I don't want to do it with
you now, far from it, I do. But I can't." She looked down at her
hands. "You probably think I'm strange."
Steve reached out and lifted her chin so
her eyes met his. "I don't think you're strange, Brenna, I think
you're wonderful. I never believed in love at first sight. Until
tonight. I do, I think I love you. And we won't do anything you
don't want to do. Promise. I'll even pinky swear," he said,
starting to tickle her sides a little. She laughed and hugged him tight.
"Thank you for understanding, Steve. And. I think I love you,
too." She kissed him, but not too passionately. He looked into
her eyes and said, "I don't think I could bear this night without you
though. Can you stay? We'll raid the mini-bar, watch TV until we
fall asleep, all that good stuff." He kissed her again and she said,
"Of course. I'd love to stay."
When morning broke, they were asleep in
each other's arms with the television on and the mini-bar half empty. It
took them a while to get out of bed after they awoke, they were so happy laying
there together. He finally got up to change and then she got up and they
had breakfast in bed together. "What time do you have to leave,
babe?" she asked him, a note of sadness in her voice. Steve frowned,
"Actually in about an hour and a half. When we're done eating, I'll
have to go to the airport." He slid down beside her on the bed.
"I'll be back, love, don't worry. I'll call you all the time and
write as well." He hugged her close and kissed her forehead.
"I don't want to lose you." "You won't lose me, babe,"
Brenna said, kissing his cheek and stroking his wavy dark hair, "You
couldn't lose me if ya tried."
A half-hour later found them putting his
gear in the trunk of her car again. She drove to the airport and as they
walked inside he told her to wait there while he went to the bathroom. He
came back after a few minutes and they walked to his gate with their arms around
each other. They greeted the other wrestlers warmly and talked about
little things, exchanged addresses, phone numbers and email addresses.
Finally his plane was called to board. He held her tight and kissed her
hard, both of them wanting the moment to last. He had to leave, and they
both were near tears. He handed her a little bag and said, "Open it
when the plane is gone," and he blew her a kiss.
Brenna watched the plane fly off into the
horizon and when it was out of sight, she sat down in a chair and opened the
bag. Inside, with a small bow on it was a tiny jewelry box. She
gasped, because with that size, it could only be a ring. She took a deep
breath and opened the box. It was a silver ring with a heart made of tiny
rubies and a small diamond in the middle. She felt tears roll down her
cheeks and realized there was a note in the bag. This is what it said:
Dearest Brenna,
I bought this for you at the airport
gift-shop when I said I was going to the men's room. I want you to wear
this until I return, and then we can sort out what it means. Don't forget
me, babe.
I LOVE YOU
Yours always,
Steve
Brenna smiled and slipped the ring on.
It fit perfectly. She put the box back in the bag and the note in her
purse, and walked to her car.
As she was pulling out of the parking
space, a thought occurred to her that made her laugh out loud . . . . .
"No one's gonna believe me"
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