TITLE: Best Kept Secrets.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. ^_^
SUMMARY: Lita's big brother has issues with the guy she's in love with, and someone's out to cause trouble.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince
McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
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She pressed her lips together firmly, fighting the urge to cry out in pain. Tears sprang to her hazel eyes, as waves of pain coursed through her body. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as he carried her quickly through the empty hallway. With every step he took, a jolt of pain was sent running through her back. She winced softly, forcing her eyes shut so that no tears would fall. She strengthened her grip on him, trying to find some relief of the agonizing pain in his arms.
He looked down at the pretty redhead in his arms, still making his way to the locker room which he'd been placed in for the night. Her beautiful face was twisted with suffering, and through her tightly closed eyes, he could see the tears glistening underneath her eyelashes.
"Lita honey, we're almost there." He breathed, the effort of carrying her in his arms and hurrying to the locker room exerting him. She tried to say something, but all that he heard was a sharp cry that escaped her lips.
When he saw the door with his name on it, he almost cried with relief. He kicked the door open, and hurriedly placed her on the couch that was against the back wall. As her back touched the padding, her eyes flew open and she cried out. Panicked, he scooped her back up in his arms and sat down himself, cradling her in his arms.
"Kurt, it hurts so much." She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. Her chest was rising and falling, taking in deep breaths. His heart felt like it was breaking in two as she sobbed in his arms, the pain overcoming her.
"Li, I'm going to go get a medic. Just stay here --"
Her eyes blazed. "No! I don't need a medic. It's just a little bruising. I'm fine." Lita clenched her fist as the aching in her back continued.
A frown creased Kurt's face. "You sure as hell don't look fine to me!"
Breathing heavily, Lita looked up at her elder brother's face. So full of concern, and worry. Damn it, she hated scaring him like this. Hated making him worry. She hated it when anyone was worried about her. She just hated putting other people through all that pain over her. God, she could only imagine how Matt and Jeff would be acting...
"Where's Jeff and Matt? Are they okay?" Her eyes searched his bright blue ones, desperate for an answer.
He let out a deep, throaty growl as he brushed her hair away from her face. "Don't you dare worry about them. After what happened in that ring.. they don't deserve your worry." His eyes flashed with fury as he spoke.
"Kurt, they didn't--"
"I don't want to hear it." He gently laid her down on the couch, only standing up when she knew she was more or less comfortable. "I'm going to get an ice pack. If you're too stubborn to let a doctor examine you, at least let me try and stop the swelling."
She nodded slightly, allowing him to leave. He leant down, running his fingers through her dishevelled red hair. He kissed her forehead gently, and stood up. He took one last look at her before he left the room.
As Lita lay on the couch, staring up at the bare ceiling, she knew her brother was angry. He always got angry when she got hurt, and tonight was no exception. She really wasn't hurt that bad... she arched her back away from the material, and hissed at the throbbing muscles. Maybe she was hurt that bad. Her thoughts wandered to Matt and Jeff. God, she hoped they were okay. The last thing she saw was Matt lying in the middle of the ring, motionless - and Brock Lesnar heaving Jeff up onto his shoulders, ready to deliver the devastating F-5.
Brock Lesnar.
He was the one who had hurt her back that night. He was the one who had pushed her from the top rope onto the cold, hard floor outside the ring, leaving her lying there in torment. He was the one who decimated Matt and Jeff in the ring for no damn reason.
Tears pricked her eyes once more, and a scowl played on her face as she thought about The Next Big Thing. Yeah, right. He was a lying, cheating, immoral, uncaring, spoilt, selfish bastard. He got anything and everything he wanted, even if it meant destroying other people along the way.
Tonight had been Jeff's match against Lesnar for the Undisputed Championship. Her and Matt had walked him out, not planning on interfering unless absolutely necessary. And it had been necessary when Matt jumped into the ring, slamming into Lesnar, and saving Jeff from one of his hellacious powerbombs. Unfortunately Matt had paid the price, being thrashed violently into the mat by the very move he had saved his brother from.
Lita had climbed onto the turnbuckle, and gave the guns sign as she prepared to take Lesnar down in a hurricanrana. He was too quick for her though, shoving her off the top rope. She landed on the hard floor surrounding the ring, directly onto her back. The wind was knocked out of her, and she barely saw Brock Lesnar put poor Jeff through an extra punishing F-5. Lita was actually thankful that her vision wasn't clear, as she wasn't able to see Jeff being brutally slammed into the mat.. something that she never wanted to see.
She remembered hearing the fans screaming as Kurt Angle rushed out from backstage. She was alert enough to recall him slipping into the ring, and knocking Brock out with a steel chair. Then he made his way to her, and picked her up in his arms, carrying her out the back. The last she saw of Matt and Jeff, they were both lying in the ring, referee's surrounding them.
The locker room door opened slowly, and Kurt entered the room with an ice pack and towel in his hands. He approached her slowly, and knelt down beside the couch, his face level with hers.
"Are you too sore to sit up?" His voice was quiet, and soothing. The voice of reason - their mother used to call him. He was the calculating, reasonable one, while she was the crazy, unpredictable one. When he was competing at the Olympics, representing America, she was off training as a professional wrestler in Mexico.
"No, it's calmed down now. I can sit up." Lita lifted her back off from the material, and felt a abrupt pain shoot up and down her back.
"Are you okay?" Panic rose in his voice, and his eyes frantically ran over her body, searching for a way to make her more comfortable.
She breathed in slowly. "I'm fine. That ice pack sure would be nice right about now though." She smiled gently at him, her hair falling into her face as she leaned forward.
Kurt sat down on the couch, facing Lita's back. He placed a hand gently on her back, rubbing through her shirt. "You're going to have to take that shirt off. I can't get to the bruising properly otherwise."
Lita nodded, and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she eased the material over her head, biting her lip at the aching that her movement caused. Once the shirt was completely off, she held it tight to the front of her chest.
Kurt stared incredulously at his little sister's back. The flesh was red, swollen, and warm to touch. As he ran his fingers over the damaged skin, Lita let out a muffled groan. "I'm sorry." he said quietly, cursing himself for causing her more pain.
"It's okay. It's just very sore."
He reached for the ice pack that he had laid down on the floor, and pressed it softly to her aching flesh. He felt her take a sharp breath in, probably due to the cold. He then began to apply more pressure, trying to keep the bruising down. As he pressed the pack to her body, he shook his head as he realized how badly she had been hurt tonight.
"They don't know how to protect you."
Lita looked over her shoulder at her brother, frowning slightly. "Pardon?" She heard him clearly, and was pretty sure she knew what he was talking about, but she was giving him a chance to retract that statement - for his sake.
"You heard me. They don't know how to protect you."
Great. So he wanted a fight. Fine then, Lita rolled her eyes at him. A fight was what he was going to get.
"Firstly Kurt, I don't need protecting." With that, he let out a snort. Lita chose to ignore him and continue. "Secondly, you know damn well that Matt and Jeff try their hardest to make sure I don't get hurt in the ring. It wasn't their fault that Brock pushed me off that turnbuckle."
Still holding the ice pack to her skin, Kurt spoke in a gruff tone. "If you were out there with me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. I know how to keep you safe." Before Lita had a chance to argue, Kurt continued. "Who was the one who knocked Brock down, and was able to get you out of there before anything else happened to you? Me. Honestly Li, you should quit putting yourself in danger with those Hardys." He pulled the ice pack away. "You can put your shirt back on now. I think I've calmed it down."
Lita shifted the shirt back over her head, and pulled it down to cover herself. She turned to face Kurt, her eyes slightly red and puffy from the tears she had been crying moments earlier. Now, her eyes shone with resolution. "Kurt, what happened out there tonight was my fault. Not the Hardys. Jeff didn't even want me out there tonight, he tried to order me to stay out the back. But I wanted to go out there. Just like I wanted to get on that turnbuckle. I took the risk, I am responsible. No one else can be blamed but me." She stopped, and smiled slightly. "And maybe Brock can be blamed just a little."
Kurt ignored his sister's humour. "All I'm saying is that you've been through a lot for those two. And regardless how much you believe in them, and trust them.. I don't. I don't like them Lita. I never have...
".. and you never will. I know, Kurt. I've heard this lecture a million times over. You gave it to me when I first teamed up with them, and you've given it to me at least once every week since then! I know you don't like them, I know you don't trust them."
A sneer appeared on the Olympic Gold Medalist's face as he thought about the two Hardy brothers. He hated the fact that his baby sister would rather team up with two jerks like them, and risk getting hurt every time she walked out with them - then be by his side, safe and successful. "You're damn right I don't trust them. Especially that freak, Jeff."
Lita stepped closer to Kurt, and he could see the anger on her face. She narrowed her eyes, and glared at him. Her back was still hurting, but the anger she felt towards her brother at the moment overpowered even that pain.
"That so called 'freak' is my best friend!" Her voice was shaking, thick with pain and emotion. "If you really cared about me, Kurt - you'd see that I'm happy with the Hardys. Can't you just let me do my thing, and learn to get on with them?" She looked at her brother steadily.
He stood before her, arms crossed over his chest. He kept silent, and when he couldn't handle looking into her shining, hazel eyes any longer, he looked away. He clenched his teeth as he saw her head towards the door, out of the corner of his eye. He knew she would be mad at him - hell, she always was when he told her what he thought about the Hardys. But he wasn't going to back down. He hated those punk kids, ever since he debuted in the Federation. And in the last couple of years, they hadn't done anything to change his opinion.
Lita walked towards the door slowly, her back throbbing but furious with her brother's attitude. She opened the door, and paused. She turned back around to Kurt, facing his back. "I love you Kurt. I really do. But Jeff and Matt are my two best friends in the entire world. And I will not leave them. Not even for you."
Keeping his head up while she was still watching him, Kurt let out a string of curses as he heard Lita close the door behind her. Damn those Hardy boys to hell. Lita not only was getting hurt while she was around them, but now she was starting to resent him. All because of those damn Hardys.
Kurt walked to the door, and stepped out into the hallway. Casually glancing down the hall, he focused his gaze on two figures, embracing each other. He smiled inside, watching as the young man and woman clung to each other tightly. He couldn't quite make it out over the distance, but he was pretty sure by the way the woman was shaking, that she was crying. They pulled away from their embrace, and Kurt was about to walk away when he realized who it had been hugging, frowning when his eyes settled on the fiery red hair tumbling onto the woman's back - and the smudged body paint covering the man's arm.
Lita and Jeff Hardy.
He watched them hold each other, and growled to himself as he saw Jeff run his hand through Lita's hair, and kiss her on the cheek. He couldn't exactly hear the whole conversation, but he managed to make out once sentance that Jeff said to his baby sister.
"I'll look after you."
He turned away angrily, and made his way down the other direction.
Oh, how he hated that boy.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. ^_^
SUMMARY: Lita's big brother has issues with the guy she's in love with, and someone's out to cause trouble.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince
McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
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She pressed her lips together firmly, fighting the urge to cry out in pain. Tears sprang to her hazel eyes, as waves of pain coursed through her body. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as he carried her quickly through the empty hallway. With every step he took, a jolt of pain was sent running through her back. She winced softly, forcing her eyes shut so that no tears would fall. She strengthened her grip on him, trying to find some relief of the agonizing pain in his arms.
He looked down at the pretty redhead in his arms, still making his way to the locker room which he'd been placed in for the night. Her beautiful face was twisted with suffering, and through her tightly closed eyes, he could see the tears glistening underneath her eyelashes.
"Lita honey, we're almost there." He breathed, the effort of carrying her in his arms and hurrying to the locker room exerting him. She tried to say something, but all that he heard was a sharp cry that escaped her lips.
When he saw the door with his name on it, he almost cried with relief. He kicked the door open, and hurriedly placed her on the couch that was against the back wall. As her back touched the padding, her eyes flew open and she cried out. Panicked, he scooped her back up in his arms and sat down himself, cradling her in his arms.
"Kurt, it hurts so much." She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. Her chest was rising and falling, taking in deep breaths. His heart felt like it was breaking in two as she sobbed in his arms, the pain overcoming her.
"Li, I'm going to go get a medic. Just stay here --"
Her eyes blazed. "No! I don't need a medic. It's just a little bruising. I'm fine." Lita clenched her fist as the aching in her back continued.
A frown creased Kurt's face. "You sure as hell don't look fine to me!"
Breathing heavily, Lita looked up at her elder brother's face. So full of concern, and worry. Damn it, she hated scaring him like this. Hated making him worry. She hated it when anyone was worried about her. She just hated putting other people through all that pain over her. God, she could only imagine how Matt and Jeff would be acting...
"Where's Jeff and Matt? Are they okay?" Her eyes searched his bright blue ones, desperate for an answer.
He let out a deep, throaty growl as he brushed her hair away from her face. "Don't you dare worry about them. After what happened in that ring.. they don't deserve your worry." His eyes flashed with fury as he spoke.
"Kurt, they didn't--"
"I don't want to hear it." He gently laid her down on the couch, only standing up when she knew she was more or less comfortable. "I'm going to get an ice pack. If you're too stubborn to let a doctor examine you, at least let me try and stop the swelling."
She nodded slightly, allowing him to leave. He leant down, running his fingers through her dishevelled red hair. He kissed her forehead gently, and stood up. He took one last look at her before he left the room.
As Lita lay on the couch, staring up at the bare ceiling, she knew her brother was angry. He always got angry when she got hurt, and tonight was no exception. She really wasn't hurt that bad... she arched her back away from the material, and hissed at the throbbing muscles. Maybe she was hurt that bad. Her thoughts wandered to Matt and Jeff. God, she hoped they were okay. The last thing she saw was Matt lying in the middle of the ring, motionless - and Brock Lesnar heaving Jeff up onto his shoulders, ready to deliver the devastating F-5.
Brock Lesnar.
He was the one who had hurt her back that night. He was the one who had pushed her from the top rope onto the cold, hard floor outside the ring, leaving her lying there in torment. He was the one who decimated Matt and Jeff in the ring for no damn reason.
Tears pricked her eyes once more, and a scowl played on her face as she thought about The Next Big Thing. Yeah, right. He was a lying, cheating, immoral, uncaring, spoilt, selfish bastard. He got anything and everything he wanted, even if it meant destroying other people along the way.
Tonight had been Jeff's match against Lesnar for the Undisputed Championship. Her and Matt had walked him out, not planning on interfering unless absolutely necessary. And it had been necessary when Matt jumped into the ring, slamming into Lesnar, and saving Jeff from one of his hellacious powerbombs. Unfortunately Matt had paid the price, being thrashed violently into the mat by the very move he had saved his brother from.
Lita had climbed onto the turnbuckle, and gave the guns sign as she prepared to take Lesnar down in a hurricanrana. He was too quick for her though, shoving her off the top rope. She landed on the hard floor surrounding the ring, directly onto her back. The wind was knocked out of her, and she barely saw Brock Lesnar put poor Jeff through an extra punishing F-5. Lita was actually thankful that her vision wasn't clear, as she wasn't able to see Jeff being brutally slammed into the mat.. something that she never wanted to see.
She remembered hearing the fans screaming as Kurt Angle rushed out from backstage. She was alert enough to recall him slipping into the ring, and knocking Brock out with a steel chair. Then he made his way to her, and picked her up in his arms, carrying her out the back. The last she saw of Matt and Jeff, they were both lying in the ring, referee's surrounding them.
The locker room door opened slowly, and Kurt entered the room with an ice pack and towel in his hands. He approached her slowly, and knelt down beside the couch, his face level with hers.
"Are you too sore to sit up?" His voice was quiet, and soothing. The voice of reason - their mother used to call him. He was the calculating, reasonable one, while she was the crazy, unpredictable one. When he was competing at the Olympics, representing America, she was off training as a professional wrestler in Mexico.
"No, it's calmed down now. I can sit up." Lita lifted her back off from the material, and felt a abrupt pain shoot up and down her back.
"Are you okay?" Panic rose in his voice, and his eyes frantically ran over her body, searching for a way to make her more comfortable.
She breathed in slowly. "I'm fine. That ice pack sure would be nice right about now though." She smiled gently at him, her hair falling into her face as she leaned forward.
Kurt sat down on the couch, facing Lita's back. He placed a hand gently on her back, rubbing through her shirt. "You're going to have to take that shirt off. I can't get to the bruising properly otherwise."
Lita nodded, and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she eased the material over her head, biting her lip at the aching that her movement caused. Once the shirt was completely off, she held it tight to the front of her chest.
Kurt stared incredulously at his little sister's back. The flesh was red, swollen, and warm to touch. As he ran his fingers over the damaged skin, Lita let out a muffled groan. "I'm sorry." he said quietly, cursing himself for causing her more pain.
"It's okay. It's just very sore."
He reached for the ice pack that he had laid down on the floor, and pressed it softly to her aching flesh. He felt her take a sharp breath in, probably due to the cold. He then began to apply more pressure, trying to keep the bruising down. As he pressed the pack to her body, he shook his head as he realized how badly she had been hurt tonight.
"They don't know how to protect you."
Lita looked over her shoulder at her brother, frowning slightly. "Pardon?" She heard him clearly, and was pretty sure she knew what he was talking about, but she was giving him a chance to retract that statement - for his sake.
"You heard me. They don't know how to protect you."
Great. So he wanted a fight. Fine then, Lita rolled her eyes at him. A fight was what he was going to get.
"Firstly Kurt, I don't need protecting." With that, he let out a snort. Lita chose to ignore him and continue. "Secondly, you know damn well that Matt and Jeff try their hardest to make sure I don't get hurt in the ring. It wasn't their fault that Brock pushed me off that turnbuckle."
Still holding the ice pack to her skin, Kurt spoke in a gruff tone. "If you were out there with me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. I know how to keep you safe." Before Lita had a chance to argue, Kurt continued. "Who was the one who knocked Brock down, and was able to get you out of there before anything else happened to you? Me. Honestly Li, you should quit putting yourself in danger with those Hardys." He pulled the ice pack away. "You can put your shirt back on now. I think I've calmed it down."
Lita shifted the shirt back over her head, and pulled it down to cover herself. She turned to face Kurt, her eyes slightly red and puffy from the tears she had been crying moments earlier. Now, her eyes shone with resolution. "Kurt, what happened out there tonight was my fault. Not the Hardys. Jeff didn't even want me out there tonight, he tried to order me to stay out the back. But I wanted to go out there. Just like I wanted to get on that turnbuckle. I took the risk, I am responsible. No one else can be blamed but me." She stopped, and smiled slightly. "And maybe Brock can be blamed just a little."
Kurt ignored his sister's humour. "All I'm saying is that you've been through a lot for those two. And regardless how much you believe in them, and trust them.. I don't. I don't like them Lita. I never have...
".. and you never will. I know, Kurt. I've heard this lecture a million times over. You gave it to me when I first teamed up with them, and you've given it to me at least once every week since then! I know you don't like them, I know you don't trust them."
A sneer appeared on the Olympic Gold Medalist's face as he thought about the two Hardy brothers. He hated the fact that his baby sister would rather team up with two jerks like them, and risk getting hurt every time she walked out with them - then be by his side, safe and successful. "You're damn right I don't trust them. Especially that freak, Jeff."
Lita stepped closer to Kurt, and he could see the anger on her face. She narrowed her eyes, and glared at him. Her back was still hurting, but the anger she felt towards her brother at the moment overpowered even that pain.
"That so called 'freak' is my best friend!" Her voice was shaking, thick with pain and emotion. "If you really cared about me, Kurt - you'd see that I'm happy with the Hardys. Can't you just let me do my thing, and learn to get on with them?" She looked at her brother steadily.
He stood before her, arms crossed over his chest. He kept silent, and when he couldn't handle looking into her shining, hazel eyes any longer, he looked away. He clenched his teeth as he saw her head towards the door, out of the corner of his eye. He knew she would be mad at him - hell, she always was when he told her what he thought about the Hardys. But he wasn't going to back down. He hated those punk kids, ever since he debuted in the Federation. And in the last couple of years, they hadn't done anything to change his opinion.
Lita walked towards the door slowly, her back throbbing but furious with her brother's attitude. She opened the door, and paused. She turned back around to Kurt, facing his back. "I love you Kurt. I really do. But Jeff and Matt are my two best friends in the entire world. And I will not leave them. Not even for you."
Keeping his head up while she was still watching him, Kurt let out a string of curses as he heard Lita close the door behind her. Damn those Hardy boys to hell. Lita not only was getting hurt while she was around them, but now she was starting to resent him. All because of those damn Hardys.
Kurt walked to the door, and stepped out into the hallway. Casually glancing down the hall, he focused his gaze on two figures, embracing each other. He smiled inside, watching as the young man and woman clung to each other tightly. He couldn't quite make it out over the distance, but he was pretty sure by the way the woman was shaking, that she was crying. They pulled away from their embrace, and Kurt was about to walk away when he realized who it had been hugging, frowning when his eyes settled on the fiery red hair tumbling onto the woman's back - and the smudged body paint covering the man's arm.
Lita and Jeff Hardy.
He watched them hold each other, and growled to himself as he saw Jeff run his hand through Lita's hair, and kiss her on the cheek. He couldn't exactly hear the whole conversation, but he managed to make out once sentance that Jeff said to his baby sister.
"I'll look after you."
He turned away angrily, and made his way down the other direction.
Oh, how he hated that boy.