Title: Deep Passions
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Everyone has deep passions, but can any of those passions be strong enough to lead to murder? Pairing: Lita/Jeff
Content warning: Mentioning of violence, Angst.
"Please talk to me. Ames, come on."
Jeff sat on the floor in the cold, dark locker room, holding Lita in his arms. She was shivering, becoming cold. The fear that took over his heart was overwhelming. He never thought he could be so afraid of anything, especially being the guy who was brave enough to jump off a 22-foot ladder through a few tables. But now …
His first feeling of relief went through him as she moaned. She hadn't given him any sign that she was okay in the few minutes he'd been holding her. But now her eyes were fluttering open, and she was smiling at him after she realized that he was there, holding her.
He resisted his urge to lift her up to him and hug her, never letting go. He didn't want to hurt her anymore than she was now. He left her situated there on his lap as he stared into her eyes.
"Amy, I'm here. Everything's gonna be alright." He smiled half-heartedly. He intertwined his fingers with hers, hoping she would clutch back. A strong pang, throbbing sensation, filled his chest when she didn't squeeze tightly, just barely. "Don't worry, okay? We called the hospital and they're on their way. You're gonna get help. You'll be okay …"
"I'm not afraid."
Lita's voice wasn't louder than a whisper, her words coming between shallow breaths. Her lip trembled as she spoke. Just those three words sent chills throughout Jeff. Jeff looked around the room, finding the bewildered, yet distraught, faces of Trish Stratus, Chris Jericho, and Christian. He was looking for an answer. Maybe they knew what she was talking about. Maybe they knew what she meant. He brought his gaze back to Lita.
Lita continued to speak. "I've always been afraid of death. I was afraid of the pain. Of what might come after. But now, I'm not scared."
Jeff shook his head. She wasn't going to die. He couldn't lose her. Why was she talking like that? Why did she think she was going to die? He wasn't going to let that happen. The look on her face scared him. The calmness in her eyes. The way she just laid there, staring back at him, not moving. As though she was ready to be taken away. It scared him to death.
"Don't talk like that. You're not going to die, do you understand?" Jeff's voice became louder, stronger. There was an intensity in his words. There was an anger in his words. Anger because she thought she was going to die. Anger because someone could do this to her. "You know you're gonna be okay. You know that. So don't say it." He didn't want to hear it. He couldn't handle the words that had entered his ears.
He pressed the towel in his hand against her abdomen, jumping as she groaned. He stared at his hand in almost disbelief. The thick, red liquid that was staining his hand and the formerly white towel made him sick. He forced himself to lift up her shirt and see the deep gash that had scarred her once perfect skin. Wincing and biting his lip, he mumbled to himself. "I should have been here to protect you."
"It's not your fault."
His eyes shot to her face, not actually realizing that she'd actually heard him. Her eyes were now teary, tears along the side of her face. He hated himself now more than ever. He should have been there for her. Why would he let her go by herself after everything that had been happening? If he'd just been smarter, if he'd just been there for her, she wouldn't be lying there in his arms … bleeding … dying.
Jeff stared into Lita's weakening eyes. Her eyes were losing that fire they always had. The fire that was there whenever she had a match for the title. The fire that was there when she would tell him that she loved him. The fire that was there whenever she went after something that she wanted. It was fading. She was giving up. She wasn't trying.
He lowered his head, as the tears that had been situated in his eyes, began to fall at the realization that he could lose her. He was losing her. He wouldn't see her every morning. She wouldn't be out there at the ring with him for every match. She wouldn't be there when he was old. She wouldn't be there …
No. He couldn't let that happen.
"I'm not gonna let you give up Amy." He swallowed the huge lump in his throat. "Please hold on for me okay?" She remained silent, averting her eyes to another place in the room. "No, listen to me. You have so much to live for. Amy, I need you. I need you there everyday." She shut her eyes, more tears falling. Her lips were trembling. "Trish needs you. Chris needs you. Jay needs you." Jeff paused.
"Trista needs you."
Lita's eyes shot open. Jeff knew Lita loved that girl so much. Maybe she'd fight for her. If not for him, then her. "She needs her mother. She needs you. So fight for her."
Lita rapidly blinked the tears away. Maybe he was finally getting to her. Maybe she wouldn't give up now. She was more alert now. That look of complete hopelessness was gone. And when he looked into her eyes, he saw it.
Her fire was rekindling.
"It just … it hurts so much." She was almost sobbing now. He wanted to make her pain go away. He wished it was him lying there instead of her. That throbbing pain in his heart came back.
"Don't worry. We're gonna get you to the hospital. And you'll get better. And you'll go home. You'll be with me and Trista." Why the hell wasn't an ambulance there yet? She needed help. Jeff bit on his lip again as he began to rock her in his arms, staring up at the ceiling.
"Why aren't they here yet?!" he yelled out in frustration. He brought his eyes back to her. His heart leapt into his throat at what he saw.
She was barely moving. Her eyes were fixated on a random point in the room; she wasn't staring at anything in particular. Her breaths became slower and heavier. Slowly, her eyelids began to close.
"Amy, no!! Please!! Open your eyes!" He shook her a little, hoping to get a response. The only response he received was her head falling to the side. "I love you so much. Wake up!!" As she didn't answer or move, he stopped shaking her.
Everything went numb in his body. Everything stopped moving. Everything was hazy after that. Trish's sobs were unclear. Chris and Christian trying to comfort him. The EMT's as they took Lita out of his arms, placing her on the stretcher. Jeff wasn't even sure how he had gotten in Chris's car and when they started driving to the hospital.
She'd stopped moving. Stopped talking.
What was worse was that it was all real. She had been lying in his arms and bleeding. She'd been afraid and in pain. And he'd been facing the fact that he might lose the love of his life. The mother of his child. His best friend.
It just didn't sound right when you said it all together. Lita could die? That didn't make sense. They were supposed to spend together forever. Have more children. They were supposed to grow old together.
No, this wasn't real. Lita was perfectly fine. This was just a nightmare. That made more sense. Lita was probably up, making breakfast. Or playing with Trista. She was smiling, laughing like she always did. And when he woke up, she'd kiss him like she did every morning. Ask him how he slept. Tell him how much she loved him. Then they'd go to the park, just like every weekend. She and Trista loved the park, especially the swings. They would stay there for hours. And he'd be happy just pushing his favorite girls on the swing. Yea, that made sense.
If only it were real.
Jeff finally became aware of everything. He looked ahead at the bright, flashing lights of the ambulance in front of them. It was a harsh reality. Not a dream. They were going to the hospital. They were following an ambulance. And in that ambulance, was the woman he loved more than life itself.
Losing her was not an option.
"Speed up." he said, looking over to Chris, who was driving the car. Chris did just as he said passing by the ambulance, speeding to the hospital. Jeff wanted to be there for Lita every moment. Every moment until she got better. Once they got her to the hospital, everything would be fine. He wouldn't have to experience living without her. He had to keep a positive outlook on this because she would be okay.
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The words weren't making sense. What was he saying? None of it made sense. Lita had lost a lot of blood. She was still unconscious. Hanging on by a thread. There was a slim chance of her surviving. No, that wasn't right.
Jeff fell into the seat, his head placed in his hands as he tried to comprehend what the doctor was telling him. He must have been lying. Jeff knew Lita was going to be okay. She would be out of this hospital in no time and back home with him and Trista. The doctor was just lying to him. There could be no way that Lita barely had a chance of surviving.
Nothing else the doctor was saying was going through. Jeff couldn't hear anything, expect, Lita had a slim chance of surviving, ringing in his head. The doctor left the room, and Jeff didn't even notice. Jeff was so sure she was going to be okay. On the ride to the hospital, he'd had so much hope.
Why was this happening to her? She didn't deserve this. It wasn't her time to go. She'd never done anything to deserve this. All she'd done was worked hard at what she loved, wrestling. She'd made Jeff the happiest man on this planet. She'd been a good mother. It just didn't seem fair.
"We're here for you Jeff." Jeff finally looked up at Chris, who had his arms around Trish, supporting the teary-eyed blonde. Christian was standing behind them. Jeff could see the pain etched in all of their faces. They loved Lita too. They'd been there with them through everything as well. But even knowing that they were there for him and Lita only made things a little better. His friends couldn't even make this easier. He just needed to be alone.
"I know. I just need to be alone."
The three of them nodded, exiting the room, leaving Jeff to himself. He couldn't believe he was here. In this hospital, with Lita in one these rooms, lying unconscious. He couldn't believe everything that had happened. He looked down to his dark red, blood-soaked shirt and pants. It made him shudder. Her blood, all over him.
Jeff leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. He remembered everything he'd felt as he walked in the door. Finding her lying that floor, in a small puddle of her own blood. The blood that was now on him. He could felt the panic that had overcome him when he saw her there, unconscious. And then he remembered the one thing that hadn't crossed his mind as he held her in his arms, begging her to stay with him.
Who could do this to her?
Who could be so heartless to stab her and leave her in that cold, dark locker room, bleeding to death? How was it possible to do that to her? Who would want to take her life away, making a small one-year-old girl motherless, ripping a piece of him out?
His blood boiled at the thought of someone putting their hands on Lita, harming her. He clenched his fists, grinded his teeth. He wanted to make them pay, whoever it was. Who could be so cruel?
He thought back over the past year or so. His eyes shot open. Maybe he could think of a few heartless people …
To Be Continued …
Author's Note: I know you guys probably hate me right now. Lol. I'm so evil. Leaving you with so many questions at such a crucial moment. (Rubs hands together and does evil doctor laugh : ) ) Okay, don't worry, I will, I PROMISE I WILL, continue this story. I'm gonna try to get another chapter of this and another story up before my Thanksgiving Break because I won't be updating during that. Please, please, tell me what you think. I know that's a lot to ask considering what I just did, lol. But it would be really helpful because this is just a random idea I had and I had to try it. I've never done anything mystery-like, so help me out. Review, review, REVIEW!! ; )
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Everyone has deep passions, but can any of those passions be strong enough to lead to murder? Pairing: Lita/Jeff
Content warning: Mentioning of violence, Angst.
"Please talk to me. Ames, come on."
Jeff sat on the floor in the cold, dark locker room, holding Lita in his arms. She was shivering, becoming cold. The fear that took over his heart was overwhelming. He never thought he could be so afraid of anything, especially being the guy who was brave enough to jump off a 22-foot ladder through a few tables. But now …
His first feeling of relief went through him as she moaned. She hadn't given him any sign that she was okay in the few minutes he'd been holding her. But now her eyes were fluttering open, and she was smiling at him after she realized that he was there, holding her.
He resisted his urge to lift her up to him and hug her, never letting go. He didn't want to hurt her anymore than she was now. He left her situated there on his lap as he stared into her eyes.
"Amy, I'm here. Everything's gonna be alright." He smiled half-heartedly. He intertwined his fingers with hers, hoping she would clutch back. A strong pang, throbbing sensation, filled his chest when she didn't squeeze tightly, just barely. "Don't worry, okay? We called the hospital and they're on their way. You're gonna get help. You'll be okay …"
"I'm not afraid."
Lita's voice wasn't louder than a whisper, her words coming between shallow breaths. Her lip trembled as she spoke. Just those three words sent chills throughout Jeff. Jeff looked around the room, finding the bewildered, yet distraught, faces of Trish Stratus, Chris Jericho, and Christian. He was looking for an answer. Maybe they knew what she was talking about. Maybe they knew what she meant. He brought his gaze back to Lita.
Lita continued to speak. "I've always been afraid of death. I was afraid of the pain. Of what might come after. But now, I'm not scared."
Jeff shook his head. She wasn't going to die. He couldn't lose her. Why was she talking like that? Why did she think she was going to die? He wasn't going to let that happen. The look on her face scared him. The calmness in her eyes. The way she just laid there, staring back at him, not moving. As though she was ready to be taken away. It scared him to death.
"Don't talk like that. You're not going to die, do you understand?" Jeff's voice became louder, stronger. There was an intensity in his words. There was an anger in his words. Anger because she thought she was going to die. Anger because someone could do this to her. "You know you're gonna be okay. You know that. So don't say it." He didn't want to hear it. He couldn't handle the words that had entered his ears.
He pressed the towel in his hand against her abdomen, jumping as she groaned. He stared at his hand in almost disbelief. The thick, red liquid that was staining his hand and the formerly white towel made him sick. He forced himself to lift up her shirt and see the deep gash that had scarred her once perfect skin. Wincing and biting his lip, he mumbled to himself. "I should have been here to protect you."
"It's not your fault."
His eyes shot to her face, not actually realizing that she'd actually heard him. Her eyes were now teary, tears along the side of her face. He hated himself now more than ever. He should have been there for her. Why would he let her go by herself after everything that had been happening? If he'd just been smarter, if he'd just been there for her, she wouldn't be lying there in his arms … bleeding … dying.
Jeff stared into Lita's weakening eyes. Her eyes were losing that fire they always had. The fire that was there whenever she had a match for the title. The fire that was there when she would tell him that she loved him. The fire that was there whenever she went after something that she wanted. It was fading. She was giving up. She wasn't trying.
He lowered his head, as the tears that had been situated in his eyes, began to fall at the realization that he could lose her. He was losing her. He wouldn't see her every morning. She wouldn't be out there at the ring with him for every match. She wouldn't be there when he was old. She wouldn't be there …
No. He couldn't let that happen.
"I'm not gonna let you give up Amy." He swallowed the huge lump in his throat. "Please hold on for me okay?" She remained silent, averting her eyes to another place in the room. "No, listen to me. You have so much to live for. Amy, I need you. I need you there everyday." She shut her eyes, more tears falling. Her lips were trembling. "Trish needs you. Chris needs you. Jay needs you." Jeff paused.
"Trista needs you."
Lita's eyes shot open. Jeff knew Lita loved that girl so much. Maybe she'd fight for her. If not for him, then her. "She needs her mother. She needs you. So fight for her."
Lita rapidly blinked the tears away. Maybe he was finally getting to her. Maybe she wouldn't give up now. She was more alert now. That look of complete hopelessness was gone. And when he looked into her eyes, he saw it.
Her fire was rekindling.
"It just … it hurts so much." She was almost sobbing now. He wanted to make her pain go away. He wished it was him lying there instead of her. That throbbing pain in his heart came back.
"Don't worry. We're gonna get you to the hospital. And you'll get better. And you'll go home. You'll be with me and Trista." Why the hell wasn't an ambulance there yet? She needed help. Jeff bit on his lip again as he began to rock her in his arms, staring up at the ceiling.
"Why aren't they here yet?!" he yelled out in frustration. He brought his eyes back to her. His heart leapt into his throat at what he saw.
She was barely moving. Her eyes were fixated on a random point in the room; she wasn't staring at anything in particular. Her breaths became slower and heavier. Slowly, her eyelids began to close.
"Amy, no!! Please!! Open your eyes!" He shook her a little, hoping to get a response. The only response he received was her head falling to the side. "I love you so much. Wake up!!" As she didn't answer or move, he stopped shaking her.
Everything went numb in his body. Everything stopped moving. Everything was hazy after that. Trish's sobs were unclear. Chris and Christian trying to comfort him. The EMT's as they took Lita out of his arms, placing her on the stretcher. Jeff wasn't even sure how he had gotten in Chris's car and when they started driving to the hospital.
She'd stopped moving. Stopped talking.
What was worse was that it was all real. She had been lying in his arms and bleeding. She'd been afraid and in pain. And he'd been facing the fact that he might lose the love of his life. The mother of his child. His best friend.
It just didn't sound right when you said it all together. Lita could die? That didn't make sense. They were supposed to spend together forever. Have more children. They were supposed to grow old together.
No, this wasn't real. Lita was perfectly fine. This was just a nightmare. That made more sense. Lita was probably up, making breakfast. Or playing with Trista. She was smiling, laughing like she always did. And when he woke up, she'd kiss him like she did every morning. Ask him how he slept. Tell him how much she loved him. Then they'd go to the park, just like every weekend. She and Trista loved the park, especially the swings. They would stay there for hours. And he'd be happy just pushing his favorite girls on the swing. Yea, that made sense.
If only it were real.
Jeff finally became aware of everything. He looked ahead at the bright, flashing lights of the ambulance in front of them. It was a harsh reality. Not a dream. They were going to the hospital. They were following an ambulance. And in that ambulance, was the woman he loved more than life itself.
Losing her was not an option.
"Speed up." he said, looking over to Chris, who was driving the car. Chris did just as he said passing by the ambulance, speeding to the hospital. Jeff wanted to be there for Lita every moment. Every moment until she got better. Once they got her to the hospital, everything would be fine. He wouldn't have to experience living without her. He had to keep a positive outlook on this because she would be okay.
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The words weren't making sense. What was he saying? None of it made sense. Lita had lost a lot of blood. She was still unconscious. Hanging on by a thread. There was a slim chance of her surviving. No, that wasn't right.
Jeff fell into the seat, his head placed in his hands as he tried to comprehend what the doctor was telling him. He must have been lying. Jeff knew Lita was going to be okay. She would be out of this hospital in no time and back home with him and Trista. The doctor was just lying to him. There could be no way that Lita barely had a chance of surviving.
Nothing else the doctor was saying was going through. Jeff couldn't hear anything, expect, Lita had a slim chance of surviving, ringing in his head. The doctor left the room, and Jeff didn't even notice. Jeff was so sure she was going to be okay. On the ride to the hospital, he'd had so much hope.
Why was this happening to her? She didn't deserve this. It wasn't her time to go. She'd never done anything to deserve this. All she'd done was worked hard at what she loved, wrestling. She'd made Jeff the happiest man on this planet. She'd been a good mother. It just didn't seem fair.
"We're here for you Jeff." Jeff finally looked up at Chris, who had his arms around Trish, supporting the teary-eyed blonde. Christian was standing behind them. Jeff could see the pain etched in all of their faces. They loved Lita too. They'd been there with them through everything as well. But even knowing that they were there for him and Lita only made things a little better. His friends couldn't even make this easier. He just needed to be alone.
"I know. I just need to be alone."
The three of them nodded, exiting the room, leaving Jeff to himself. He couldn't believe he was here. In this hospital, with Lita in one these rooms, lying unconscious. He couldn't believe everything that had happened. He looked down to his dark red, blood-soaked shirt and pants. It made him shudder. Her blood, all over him.
Jeff leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. He remembered everything he'd felt as he walked in the door. Finding her lying that floor, in a small puddle of her own blood. The blood that was now on him. He could felt the panic that had overcome him when he saw her there, unconscious. And then he remembered the one thing that hadn't crossed his mind as he held her in his arms, begging her to stay with him.
Who could do this to her?
Who could be so heartless to stab her and leave her in that cold, dark locker room, bleeding to death? How was it possible to do that to her? Who would want to take her life away, making a small one-year-old girl motherless, ripping a piece of him out?
His blood boiled at the thought of someone putting their hands on Lita, harming her. He clenched his fists, grinded his teeth. He wanted to make them pay, whoever it was. Who could be so cruel?
He thought back over the past year or so. His eyes shot open. Maybe he could think of a few heartless people …
To Be Continued …
Author's Note: I know you guys probably hate me right now. Lol. I'm so evil. Leaving you with so many questions at such a crucial moment. (Rubs hands together and does evil doctor laugh : ) ) Okay, don't worry, I will, I PROMISE I WILL, continue this story. I'm gonna try to get another chapter of this and another story up before my Thanksgiving Break because I won't be updating during that. Please, please, tell me what you think. I know that's a lot to ask considering what I just did, lol. But it would be really helpful because this is just a random idea I had and I had to try it. I've never done anything mystery-like, so help me out. Review, review, REVIEW!! ; )