The Letter By The Dark Knight
	Title: The Letter Author: The Dark Knight Distribution: This and all my other work can be found at “The Twist of Fate” http://www.oocities.org/xxxtwist_of_fatexxx/ Pairing: SLASH surprise Rating: PG Spoiler: Slight for the end off May 15 2003 SmackDown Summary: Someone writes a letter A/N: Writing *Thoughts* “I couldn’t believe it! I actually thought I was going to die. I was so scared, I was praying to every single god that I’d ever heard of and just when I thought it was all going to end, no more fans, no more career and possibly no more life if he had his way. But then you came. You saved me! For a split second I thought I might have died because there you were standing in the ring over his prone body . It was so amazing seeing the man of my dreams standing over my enemy. As you left the ring I knew I had to get your attion back on me, that’s when I decided the bull dog would be good enough. After that the only thing I could think of was to get to you, to thank you. And when I got there you actually hugged me and then lifted me up on your shoulder. For the second time that night I thought I died and went to heaven. Walking back to the locker room with me still on your shoulder I felt like a good. You were worried that the He would come after me again that you made me go back to your locker room and sent someone else after my stuff. Finally you put me back on my feet. I wasn’t ready to be separated from you yet so I hugged you again covering as just a friendly hug of thanks but I never wanted to let go, but I had too. When I looked back up into your blue eyes I was hypnotized, I had to kiss you, but first the mask had to come off. As I reached for the fastenings on my mask there was knock on the door. Then She came in, Torrie. It’s no secret to anyone back stage that she’s been lusting after you since you started here. She asked if you were ready to go out! I changed my mind, I did die but I’m not in heaven, I’m in hell! You tell her to wait until after you get cleaned up. A few minutes after you disappeared into the shower room Torrie made it very clear that she wanted me out of the room. Just as I was walking out the door I looked over my shoulder to see her heading to the shower and you. I couldn’t handle it, the tears were already flowing before the door closed. I somehow managed to quit crying long enough to drive back to the hotel but the second I closed the door to my room I started sobbing again. GOD I’m pathetic! I don’t know why I thought you coming out to the ring had anything to do with me. I’m sure if it was anyone but the Him attacking me you wouldn’t have even bothered to even think about saving me. I don’t even know what I’m writing this letter. I’m never going to give it you. Every one thinks I’m really brave because of some of the moves and stuff I do in the ring but the truth is I’m a coward, The letter won’t even leave this room. I’m gonna throw it away as soon as it’s done. I just had to have some kind a written record of my love for you, even if it is going to be destroyed right after it’s written. I can’t believe how long I’ve been in here writing, my match is about to start. I love you, Brock Rey Mysterio” As Rey finished the letter he decided he couldn’t throw it away just yet, there was so much more he wanted to tell Brock so he put it in his duffle bag and headed out to the ring just as his music started. As Rey walked out of the locker room he didn’t notice someone slipping into the room. The match against Crash over and done with Rey headed back to his locker room to get showered and head back to his hotel room. When he opened the locker room door the room was dark, and while trying to find a light switch he felt sudden blow to the back of his head and then nothingness. When Rey woke up he was laying in his hotel room in bed, wondering how he got there and what precisely happened after his match he looked around his room. His bag was on a chair by the door but his street clothes that were in it were laying on the other bed as if some one laid them out so they wouldn’t wrinkle, *The letter* Rey thought and rushed to his bag and finding it gone. “Oh god. What happened to it?” Rey wondered out loud. Just then the door to the room opened and in walked Brock, with his arms loaded with fast food bags. “Hey! It’s about time you woke up, it’s 2:30 in the after noon!” Brock said as he laid the bags down. “I guess he really did give you a good blow to the head.” “Yeah. Who was it? And how did I get back here? And How do you have a key to my room?” “Slow down! It was The Big Show. I went to your dressing room and stopped him from putting more of a hurting on you, then I brought you back here. I got the key from your bag.” “My bag? You didn’t happen to see a letter while you were looking for the key did you?” “Yeah I did. It had my name on it so I assumed it was for me so I read it. It’s back in my room.” “You read it?” “Yeah” “So, now you’re here to beat me up?” “Why would I do that?” “Cuz you know I’m in love with you and you’re straight.” “Who said I was straight?” “..I..You….Torrie…” “Torrie?” “Yeah. You’re dating Torrie.” “No I’m not. That time in the shower, the one you mentioned in the letter, She just walked into the shower room and tried to get me to make love to her. She was really upset when I told her I was gay, and by the time I got her calmed down and I got out there you were gone.” “So, You and Torrie aren’t dating?” Rey asked, hope shining in his eyes and a real smile on his face for the first time since the night that Brock saved him “No. But there is someone that I want to go out with and I’m pretty sure he like me too.” “Oh.” The hope going out of Rey’s eyes again. *Why can I never get what I want?* “Who is he?” “Man! Big Show must have really but a beating on you if you haven’t realized who I’m talking about yet.” Brock said humor in his voice. Rey just looked even sadder *now he’s making fun of me* “Hey, don’t look so sad. I’m talking about you, you little dumb ass!” The second the words left Brock’s lips he had and arm full of Mexican. Rey had jumped up into Brock’s arms and was now peppering kisses all over Brocks face. He’d never been so happy in his life. Then all of a sudden he stops kissing Brock and looking him right in the eyes. Deep blue eyes meeting the lightest blue almost white eyes. “I’m not a dumb ass!” THE END