She's a Killer.

Chloe sat up in bed and groaned, her black and blue stomach feeling as though it was on fire. Christian groaned in response, gently pulling her back down and cuddling against her. Vince had been a little late booking the hotel in London, meaning they were short a few rooms. Chloe and Christian opted to share a bed, so there would be more room than if they were separate. Matt was snoring loudly from the other bed in the room, Kofi on the couch since he was afraid Matt would shave his head in his sleep if they shared a bed. The two had been having an epic prank war for the past few days, much to the dismay of the entire roster.

"Christian, I need Advil, let me up," Chloe whined softly, not wanting to wake their roommates.

"Lay down, you're not supposed to move around for the next few days," He yawned, standing up and stumbling over to her purse.

"I'm not staying in bed all week; we're in London," Chloe stated, "I'm going to be a proper tourist and walk around in white tennis shoes with a sweatshirt tied around my waist and a visor."

"You don't own white tennis shoes," Christian laughed, "Or a visor for that matter."

Matt snored loudly and rolled over, nearly falling out of bed. Christian rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as he walked into the bathroom, hopefully to get Chloe water. Kofi sat up a few moments later and looked around drowsily, rubbing his hand over his face. An evil look crossed his features when he noticed Matt still asleep, his hand hanging over the side of the bed. He stood silently, about to walk into the bathroom when Christian walked out first. The blond was juggling a cup of coffee, a bottle of Advil from Chloe's purse, and a small bowl of water. Kofi grinned at him.

"Oh good, you're up," He stated, handing the other man the bowl of water, "Wake Matt up. You didn't get that from me."

Chloe watched Kofi grin and disappear behind the edge of Matt's bed. Christian walked over and sat next to her, handing her the coffee and getting two pills from the bottle.

"Coffee and Advil," He grinned.

"The breakfast of champions," Chloe joked, laughing and popping the pills back.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Their attention was pulled to Matt and Kofi, the latter laughing his ass off out of sight behind Matt's bed and the former sitting up with a red face, the sheets around him damp. Chloe choked momentarily, before bursting into a fit of laughter, holding her stomach lightly. Christian was snickering loudly as Kofi cackled, jumping up from the floor, dumping the bowl of water on Matt and running out of the room. He must've forgot he just pissed all over himself, because Matt went right after him.

"We can't miss this," Christian grinned, scooping Chloe into his arms and walking to the door way.

Matt was shouting profanities at Kofi as he chased the taller man up and down the halls, causing doors to open and other sleepy RAW and Smackdown superstars to groggily check out what was happening. Kofi was forced to flip mid air as Dave walked out of his room. Luckily for the high fliers, Dave was hunched over slightly and it was easy for them both to jump over him as they continued.

"You ass! Get back here!" Matt shouted, turning sharply after Kofi as he once again began running the opposite way down the hall.

"What the hell is that smell?" Randy groaned as he walked out of his room, just barely dodging the two.

"Kofi made Matt piss himself in his sleep," Christian smirked, mentally praising himself for his brilliant work.

"Chloe!" Dave shouted, "The hell are you wearing!?"

She groaned, slapping a hand over her face, "A tank top Dave."

"That's not what I meant, Chloe Mikaeyla Bautista," He growled.

"Shut up, David Michael Bautista Jr.!"

"You slept in your underwear while sharing a bed!?"

Chloe stuttered for a moment, "YOU COLLECT LUNCH BOXES!"

Matt and Kofi stopped for a moment to look at Dave, "Seriously?"

"Yes, though I'm not sure why that's relevant?"

"Relevant?" Chloe waved her hand in a dismissing manner, "I don't know what this 'relevant' is in which you speak. Possibly a foreign term for lunch box?"

Dave rolled his eyes and turned around, walking back into the room he was sharing with John, Randy, and Matt Hardy. Chloe snickered evilly, knowing she'd won for the time being. She relaxed in Christian's arms as Matt tackled Kofi to the ground, sitting on him with a smirk. Kofi was disgusted.

"Get off me man!" He shouted, "You're fucking covered in piss!"

"Which is your fault!" Matt replied loudly, "Suffer the consequences!"

The shorter than shot up and back into their room, screaming he called the shower. Kofi instantly followed him, shouting profanities. Christian couldn't help but roll his eyes as a loud crash came from inside the room, signaling the two were now wrestling on the floor over the shower. Randy snorted slightly and walked into his room, only to return seconds later.

"Dave wants Chloe," He stated blandly, holding his arms out.

Christian snickered, gently placing her into the other males arms, "You're in trouble."

"You just killed me," Chloe frowned at him, "What is your problem?"

Randy laughed as Christian turned around without answering her, walking into their room and shutting the door. Her jaw dropped when it clicked shut, the automatic lock gearing into place.

"That jerk!" She exclaimed as Randy walked them both into his room, where Dave was laid out on one of the beds.

Very carefully, Randy set her next to him and walked into the bathroom. The siblings were quiet for a moment before Dave reached down and hauled his baby sister up into his arms, holding onto her tightly around the waist, still wary of her bruise.

"What's up Davie?" Chloe asked softly, feeling him breathing against her hair.

"I hate the story line for tonight," He muttered.

Chloe couldn't help but sigh; She didn't really like the storyline for that nights show either. Vince, being the sick manipulative bastard that he was, had decided to use her injuries to his advantage. Instead of allowing her to have the next few weeks off, she was being plunged into a whole new story line with Randy.

"It'll be fine, Dave," She said softly, forcing a smile, "Everything's planned out just perfect."

"What if you actually get hurt?" He demanded haughtily, "Otunga nearly ruptured something in your stomach when he hit you and the doctors are saying if you take too many more hits, something's going to go wrong. This is too fucking dangerous."

"Danger comes with the job," Chloe chuckled, "Even more so because I'm a high flier. Davie, I'm prepared for this."

"Prepared or not, accidents happen," He shook his head, holding her tighter.