Whoa…the first and probably last time I'll ever be able to say-slash-type this…I OWN THE LYRICS! Muhahahahahaha… ooooooooo, I enjoyed that. Anyway, you want to use the song-
Rocky: Who would want to?
Dingo: Grrrrrrrrr…what are you doing out of your cage? Have Adam and Aidan come around again?
Rocky: :: whimper :: No, it's my fault, mine, don't go looking for Aidan or Adam…please no…NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dingo: Ahem, excuse me. :: muffled thumping and occasionally cursing from Aidan :: :: Dingo returns, brushing down shirt :: Well, for those who had absolutely no idea what the heck that was about, believe me, I don't either…Aidan, don't untie that rope.
Tankies to Ibonekoen, who occasionally sends over Adam and Aidan to…_play_…heeheehee…and Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Lita etc don't belong to me…one of those muses up there does belong to me, but that's a totally 'nother story…Oooooo yeah, no idea when this takes place…after Hardy and Lita break up, before Undertaker matches, the matches from now on are probably fictional. Using stage names, but the backstage scene is of the friendly type, except some of the storylines are real (you'll see which ones…).
Lita walked slowly down the hallway, her back protesting at the light exercise. Trish had really done a number on it, and although she had apologized, it still stung like hell. She passed the Dudley's room, and although the days of the Hardy/Dudley feud had now come to an abrupt end, she still stuck her tongue out at the door.
"Now, now, lovely Lita, why are ye desecrating de Dudley's door?" a male voice said from in front. She stopped as she came almost face-to-face…well, actually, bit more like face-to-chest…with D'von Dudley.
"Look asswipe, I've had a very bad day," she said, putting on a fake sweet voice. "Now, just step aside, and let me pass."
D'von's grin had disappeared. "How about no?"
Lita sighed unenthusiastically. "Look D'von, I'm tired. Can we just meet back here tomorrow and we can have this conversation again?"
D'von stepped forward threateningly, but before he could do anything, another male voice had come from behind her. "Look, you damn Dudley, it's not nice to disrespec' a lady. Do us all a favor and get los'?"
Lita spaced at the first syllable. It was…it was…
"Well, Hardly, _you_ certainly didn't respect her, so why should I?" D'von spat, little beady eyes spitting hatred.
A black haired six-foot-one man came past her and shoved D'von into the wall. "Oh, believe me, I respec'ed her. But," his grin twisted mockingly. "I hear tha' Stacy's giving out free…pats of puppies…right now. But then, wouldn't they be your puppies?"
D'von frowned and hurried off, going to inspect his girlfriend's 'free petting session'. Matt turned to Lita. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his accent highlighted.
Lita nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said coolly, then kicked herself as she saw the wistful look in Matt's brown chocolate eyes.
"See ya'round, Lady Li'a," he said softly, his pet name from her slipping out almost unconsciously. He walked towards his dressing room, now shared with RVD.
"Bye, Moore," she replied with his to his retreating back, so softly even she could barely hear it.
"He saved you from D'von?" Jeff asked disbelievingly. "Matt, my brother, saved you from D'von Dudley."
"Ya."
Jeff sat hard on a bench. "Uh, why?"
Lita ran a hand through her hair, which was still wet from her shower. "How the heck should I know?"
Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Geez. Guess he actually still has feelings."
Lita sighed, thinking sadly of the days when she would jump to Matt's defence almost before bad words were spoken about him. "Guess so."
Matt listened dejectedly outside the door. 'This is officially the last time you care about them,' he instructed himself firmly.
'But…tell me why we did this again?' the other side of his mind asked. 'This whole Hardy-going-their-separate-way-thing?'
'Because…'
'Because why?'
'I don't know why, okay?'
'That's great, isn't it Matty?' his mind scoffed. 'You've thrown away the first woman you've loved, plus the brother that dreamed with you for years, for no reason.'
Matt walked slowly towards his room. He didn't know about the tear that slipped down his cheek, or the shadow that had invaded Jeff and Lita's dressing room.
Lita walked purposefully to Matt's door, smiling hello to Molly, Hurricane, Spike, Bradshaw and Kane as she passed them. No matter what the attitude in the ring, most of the wrestlers were nice guys, except for the two Dudleys and a few select others. In fact, her best friends were Trish and Stephanie McMahon, both of whom she had 'fought' with on WWF broadcasts. But right now, her mind was on that shadow that had been under their door, and that shadow had been curiously shaped like Matt Hardy.
"Hey, Lita," RVD said as he came out of his dressing room. "Wassup?"
"Not much, Rob," she smiled. She indicated her head toward the door. "Matt in?"
Rob gave her an inquiring glance. "Yeah, but I wouldn't disturb him for a couple of minutes. He goes majorly not cool when you interrupt him."
"Interrupt what?" she asked curiously.
But RVD had already started walking down the hall. "Just listen!" he called.
Lita shrugged, and was about to tap on the door when she heard the soft strumming of a guitar. Her jaw dropped when she heard Matt's clear and deep voice singing a song she didn't recognize.
There's only one reason
One stupid reason
I'm not there
With you today.
If you could see
The tears in my eyes
From that one stupid reason
Would you hold me today?
That one stupid reason
My pride has kept me up
But leaving you
Just took me back down.
Lita stood, breathless, outside his door. Matt had never said anything about knowing the guitar, and obviously this was the reason she had never heard him sing, even on the annual 'WWF goes out on the town!' nights, which usually ended up at bad karaoke bars. She listened closely to the words, and her eyes misted as she listened.
You gave me joy
You kept away the fear
You gave me the chance to see
What life would be…with you.
And now I'm here all alone
No one's around, no one to call
That one stupid reason
Has ruined me, now and evermore
As I stay here, I wonder why
I made you go at all
It's too late
You're already gone
Matt's eyes were closed, knowing if they were open he'd already be crying. Singing had that effect on him; he poured his whole heart and soul into practice, and he ended up with misty eyes. Especially his own songs…the memories he relived…
Jealousy of what I, I, I had
And fear of losing you
When you went against me
I could see
The times we were together
The times we shared together
The times we had together
Was simply ruined, because of me
I blamed it on everyone
My family, your family
My friends, your friends
But now I blame myself
Because I loved you too much
I couldn't let you go
As I stay here, I wonder why I made you go
Why I made you go
There's nothing more to say
But that I still love you
And that's the last time you'll hear it from me
Because it's the last time you'll be hearing from me.
"Because it's the last time you'll be hearing from me," he repeated softly. He sounded as if he was about to cry. Before Lita lost her nerve, she knocked sharply on his door. She heard a light scuffling inside, and waited for the door to open.
Matt hurriedly shoved the guitar behind the locker, and wiped his eyes. He didn't have enough time to get rid of the slight redness, so he just calmed himself and opened the door.
"Li'a," he said in surprise. "Uh, hi."
"Hi, Matt," she said back softly. She fidgeted, wanting to ask about the song…and his red eyes. "Um…can I come in?"
"Oh, yeah, sure." He stepped back, letting her in. She smiled offhandedly as she saw the state of cleanliness of the room. "I never pictured Rob as the clean type," she said absently, referring to the mess of the room.
"He's a pig, never does anything," Matt said, following her in. "Drink, or anything?" he offered, heading over to the minibar thing all dressing rooms got.
"No, thanks," Lita said, glancing curiously around the room. Matt nodded, grabbing a bottle of water and downing half its contents. "Uh, I just wanted to say thanks for the save, back with D'von."
"No problema," Matt smiled nervously, his eyes flicking to the table. Lita caught it, and looked towards the oak table, where there was a couple of sheets of paper. As Matt turned to his clothes, packing them up, Lita walked over to the table.
Lita picked them up slowly, looking them both over. The first, and part of the second, were devoted to about forty or so lines of lyrics she recognized from Matt's singing. The rest of the second page was a poem, and Lita could tell this wasn't Jeff's work, since she had read almost all of the younger Hardy's writings, and she knew his style. She read it quietly.
The end of an era
And I wonder why
The thoughts of all
Are trying to see
But I stay
Below the rest
Watching, watching
Staying here
She plays
He thinks
I watch, simply watch
She loves
He fights
I watch, simply watch
Something I did made us break
And now I'm on my own
And they'll never know
And I'll never know
Why I did what I did
Now I'm doomed to watch-
Her reading was interrupted as Matt tapped the pages, an angry look on his face. "Those aren't yours," he snapped.
"I'm…I'm sorry, look, it was an accident, I didn't-" Lita stuttered.
Matt glanced quickly over the sheets, and Lita watched in amazement as Matt's eyes became darker, liquidating. He ran his hand through his loose black hair, seemingly ignoring Lita for the moment. He snapped his head up, looking at her as if he could read her mind. "And you heard me singing, didn't you?" he questioned sharply
She scarcely nodded. Matt grinned, a mocking grin that trivialized everything. "Ya know, some people think that from one life to the next, you're drawn to what you loved doing most, whether you're good at i' or not." He seemed to drift off in his own little world.
"You're good," Lita said, surprising herself.
Matt snapped back. "Thanks," he said a little quietly. "Um…" He handed Lita a small, non-covered box she hadn't noticed he'd picked up. "This is Jeff's, poems and stuff. Most of them, anyway, but tell him if he finds one of mine just to throw it away."
Lita started to hand back the poem and lyrics to her ex-boyfriend, but he waved her off. "No, keep it. They're in my head, anyway."
Lita hesitated. "Something else, Lady Li'a?" Matt questioned.
Before she could lose her nerve, which seemed to have the same attitude as a 'scalded dog', she stepped forward and gave Matt a kiss on the cheek. She stepped back and walked quickly out the door.
She didn't notice the look that Matt shot after her, or the delicate rose in the box. "My Lady Li'a," he said softly. "There's nothing more to say, but that I still love you. And that's the last time you'll hear it from me. Because it's the last time you'll be hearing from me."
Sequel, anyone? Tell me! Please review!
Rocky: :: in BAD Italian accent :: Why you give me no stories no more, eh?
Dingo: :: rolls eyes :: One, you haven't been giving me any inspiration, two, the stories are never about you, they're about Adam, and three, did you get into Lover-Boy's food again?
My brother Ryan, otherwise known as Lover-Boy: HEY!
:: thump ::
Dingo: Don't even get me started on you, Aidan…