Letters To A Soldier
Chapter 11: Is It time?
Well, thank you for all of those reviewers! Thank you all for sticking with my story, your support was amazing.
I've gotten several reviews stating about a sequel. I'm thinking about it, I'm not sure if I would like to do one yet.
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Here is the last chapter of Letters To A Soldier.
a/n: The Paul used is Paul Helmsley, aka Triple H.
The sun hit against a certain section of the country. Specifically where the WWE was standing. Although it was brightly shining, the weather was a bit chilly. They had arrived a little later than expected, but it was alright. One man had already grown impatient, he couldn't take it any longer. He wanted to see Kristah once he got off the plane.
"Here are your groups," Mr. McMahon announced, "Kelly, Maria, JBL, and John Morrison... Group two: Jeff, Chris, Matt, and Jilian. Group three: John Cena, Randy, Mickie, and Paul H... Group 4..."
And the list went on and on. To Randy it seemed as if the list would never end. For others, it only took about ten minutes. As Mr. McMahon finished, each group got their small schedules and started their adventure.
Mickie and John stood closely to each other, meanwhile, Paul was trying to figure out the map. He wasn't so smart with these kind of things.
"You don't get it do you," Mickie sighed, running a hand through her brunette locks, "Want some help?"
He shook his head, and concentrated on the map.
"We're not gonna get anywhere," Randy snatched the map, and found the first destination, "we have to go straight, and then make a right, and another left. The Tank station is the first place we have to head to."
He wasn't happy about that. He wanted to go where Kristah was. However, he believed she was at her tent. Little did he know, she was somewhere unexpected. They walked the direction Randy pointed them toward, and actually made it. Paul was a bit upset. He told this group he could have gotten them here sooner than Randy. John highly doubted it, along with the other two.
When they reached the Tank Station, the leader of the station gave them a warm greeting.
"Hello, I'm Sargent. Bennett, I'm going to be explaining this powerful weapon to you four."
They paid close attention to Sargent. Bennett, and found his words to be quite interesting. Randy couldn't pay attention. His mind was elsewhere, on someone else. Of course he wanted to be respectful toward this station, he even volunteered to enter the tank.
"Sargent. Bennett, do you have a pen pal here today?" Mickie asked with a smile on her face.
"No, unfortunately," he responded, "hey, who are your pen pals?"
"I have Will Yetka," John was the first to answer.
"My pen pal is Holly Mendez," Mickie told him, "She's nice."
"I have the best one ever," Paul declared with a huge grin, "He rocks. His name is Chase Renolds."
"I beg to differ Paul," Randy rose his hand, "I have the best one ever.."
"And who is that," he challenged, "I bet he isn't like Chase."
"She's better, her name is Kristah Summers."
Sargent. Bennett's smile turned upside down. The four had noticed when he hadn't said anything.
"You know her right?"
He nodded, "Of course. She's a hardworking beautiful young woman."
Randy smiled at the thought of her, "I know, I can't wait to see her."
"I don't think you're going to..."
Now it was time for Randy's smile to become a frown. He stared at Sargent. Bennett slightly confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, earlier today, she was in a bomb accident," he stated, and Mickie gasped, "She's..."
"I'm gone," Randy said, he knew what the next two words were going to be.
"Randy..." he continued, however, the Legend Killer stopped him.
"No, just stop, don't say it."
His heart was pounding, if it were silent, you could probably hear it.
"What hospital are you visiting?"
"I think the one near the green shelters," John answered, "Why?"
"She may still be there."
That's when his heart began racing faster like a racehorse working hard to get to the finish line.
"We're going there next," Randy declared, "Got it?"
"But Rands, we have to head to the weapon base next," Mickie pointed to the schedule, "Vince will be pissed."
"I don't care about that. I want to see Kristah.."
"We'll get in trouble."
"Look," he sighed, and adjusted the hat on his head, "I need to see if she's okay, even if she isn't. She means a lot to me, more than you guys know. I've spoken with her for nearly three months. I care about her so much, and she's amazing. Please, I just want to see her."
"I don't know if she survived Randy," Sargent. Bennett broke the news, "Her body may be in the hospital."
Randy put his head down, trying to stay calm. He knew that was a huge possibility, and it hurt.
"Let's go," Paul interrupted, "I'll explain it to Vince, he'll understand."
"I'm his son-in-law, he has to."
"I would hug you but then I'd look incredibly homo," Randy told him with a lopsided grin.
"Yes do me the favor, and don't."
John smiled, as he wrapped an arm around Mickie. He lowered his face, whispering words. She smiled before pulling him into a hug. Paul nudged his former Evolution member;
"And those two say they have no feelings for each other."
"I know dude, John totally likes her."
"I can say the same for Mickie," he agreed, "I may not know much about what girls think, but I can tell."
When they released from their long hug, they were received with two 'aws'. Both turned a deep shade of red. Then, the group of four set their way toward the hospital.
Randy was worried and hopeful at the same time. He had faith she would be greeting him with a warm smile. And then there was the one side where she wouldn't be greeting him, just laying on her death bed. That was the worst thought.
Her light green eyes flickered open, and landed on the pale colored ceiling. She lifted her bandaged arm up, and saw the burn marks. She was still in pain, less than before. She could barely remember the whole incident. She didn't want to remember it.
She lifted her left arm, and saw a couple of small burn marks. She touched her face and felt a bandage on her cheek, and the swollen bruises on her lower jaw. She knew it was bad. And that's when she began crying. For the first time since coming to Afghanistan, Kristah began crying. She felt horrible and sick. She couldn't take the pressure and pain no longer.
"Kristah you're awake," the nurse entered the room, "How are you feeling honey?"
She sat up, inhaling deep breathes. She stared at the lovely middle-aged nurse.
"Eh, a little better," she answered with a frown, "I can't believe I almost died."
Just as the nurse was about to speak, there was a knock on the door. Stepping through the door was Capt. Richards. Kristah stared at him, and he smiled.
"Kristah...how are you feeling?"
"Not that well."
"Listen," he began, "We're sending you home."
Kristah's green eyes widened in shock.
"Because in this condition, you can't fight. It'll be a long break for you... a vacation. You can decide when you're ready to come back. That is, if you would like to come back."
"When am I leaving?"
Kristah squeezed her eyes shut. The thought of going home was fresh, but she wanted to continue to fight and get revenge on the Afghan who almost killed her.
"Okay," she lay her head back, "Can I have some alone time please?"
He nodded, "You are indeed a strong fighter Summers, we will miss you."
She stayed silent, and once again shut her eyes. The nurse had left, obeying my easy order.
The only noise in this room was the heart machine... and I actually wanted to hear it.
"Hi, I'm Randy Orton... this is John Cena, Mickie James, and Paul Helmsley," Randy introduced his group, "We're here to see my pen pal."
The woman tipped her glasses, and smiled, "Who may that be?"
She went through the papers, and sighed.
"In room 13, make a left."
"Thank you," Randy said, "C'mon guys."
The four made their way, counting the numbers. That's when they reached Room 13 and Randy's heart went faster than ever. He could feel the nervousness rush through his muscular body.
"Do you want alone time Randy?" John offered, "When you're ready for us to go in, just say 'Come in!' Got that?"
"Yeah," he twisted the door knob, "I'm nervous."
"Don't be," Mickie grinned, "She's the woman you've been waiting for."
Randy took a deep breath, and entered the room. He silently shut the door, and noticed Kristah laying on the bed, her eyes shut.
Oh god, she's dead.
He could feel a lump in his throat, and he walked a bit closer toward her bed.
"Kristah..." he whispered, "This is insane, I've been waiting for this moment..."
The voice didn't sound familiar, causing her to become a bit frightened. She opened her eyes, and saw him standing there. Her jaw dropped in shock. Oh. My. God.
She licked her lips, which had a small cut, "Yes I am..."
"I just...wow...I...this...thank god," he took of his hat, and ran a hand through his short brown hair, "They told me you were in critical condition after the accident.
She could feel the tears want to well up. Part the happiness and some because of that awful memory. And then, she began crying. Randy got closer, and stood along her bedside.
"Kristah, please don't cry," he took her hand, "You're perfectly fine.."
She wiped her tears away, and squeezed his hand.
"It was so scary Randy, I thought I was dead," she softly said, "Randy, I thought I wasn't going to see you or my family."
"I know, it must have been."
"And, I look disgusting."
He shook his head, in actuality, he thought she looked beautiful. Although she had the burn marks, bruises, and bandages, he still thought she was a gorgeous woman.
"Kristah, you're beautiful."
For the first time since the accident, she smiled.
"Thank you so much, not for saying I was beautiful, but for being here."
"I needed to see if you were okay... I thought...I'm just happy you're fine and here."
Randy smiled, and knew just the way to make her feel better.
"Now that I'm here in person," he began, backing up a bit, "Do you really think I have tree trunk legs."
A laugh escaped her lips, and she nodded, "Actually, yeah you do."
He frowned, "Well, you're going to pay for that."
She rose an eyebrow and smirked. He leaned his face closer to hers, and that's when their lips connected for the first time. The sparks flew, and they knew the world was blanked out. After a few seconds, he released and smiled.
"You have fish lips," she commented, "They work very well Mr. Orton."
"Oh really Ms. Summers?"
She nodded, his face was still inches apart. Kristah lifted her hand, and caressed his cheek.
"I'm so happy you're here with me."
"I've been waiting for this day for three months," Randy told her, "And it's here."
"I'm heading home."
Randy could feel the relief through his body. He was happy she was heading out of this war zone.
"That's great Kristah, now you get to see your family and friends back in Pennsylvania."
She smiled showing off her pearly whites.
"And... I get to see you."
He kissed her lips sweetly, before speaking once more.
"I can't wait."
"Me either," she agreed, "Where is your group?"
"Oh, guys come in!"
That's when the three members barged into the room. They all greeted Kristah with warm smiles and hugs.
"It's so great to meet Randy's true love," Mickie declared, "He couldn't stop talking about you."
Kristah couldn't help but feel loved.
"Yeah, he couldn't wait to see you," John added, "Trust me Kristah, he was getting so annoying!"
Randy glared at his best friend, and turned to Kristah.
"I'm not that annoying..."
"Are you sure? Because I don't want to get myself involved with someone who is very annoying."
"So are you..." Paul pointed at each of them, "two together?"
Kristah and Randy exchanged looks. Randy smiled, and nodded.
"If she wants to be my girlfriend," he went over to her, "do you?"
Kristah bit her bottom lip softly, "Of course I do."
"Good, because I wouldn't have accepted 'no' for an answer."
She rolled her eyes, and the three continued speaking about the memories, and different stories.
Kristah didn't think she would have fallen in love with a WWE wrestler. Randy never thought he could fall in love with a U.S soldier. However, these two personalities crashed through letters, and that's when it all made sense. Although both would have never imagined falling for each other, it just seemed right.
Who would have thought sending a letter to a U.S soldier would cause a WWE wrestler to fall head over heels in love.
And, the love they had for each other was the kind everyone dreams for.
The End - for now.
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