Title: Dangerous Games
Author: Shantay
Email: Lita/Jericho, Jeff Hardy/Trish Stratus, Matt Hardy and Christian
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Distribution: Ask first.
Rating: R
Summary: She's a good girl. He's a bad guy. They have every reason in the world not to be together but for some reason they can't stay away from each other. As they get closer, it becomes a struggle to keep it a secret and deal with their two completely separate worlds. They end up playing a dangerous game. Mainly Lita/Jericho…
Spoilers/Notes: This is set back when all of them were still here (wow, can't believe more than half of them are gone now). Jericho and Christian are still a tag team…the bet storyline never happened. Lita is still managing the Hardys…neither the Kane or Edge storyline has happened…and she isn't even dating Matt for that matter.

Warnings: Language, adult situations

Chapter One

Chris Jericho groaned as he searched his bag for his shirt. Damn, it was his favorite shirt too. And he remembered specifically grabbing that shirt, folding it up, and packing it in his bag before leaving for the arena. Now, none of his clothes were folded up nicely due to his frustration in trying to find that one shirt. Half of the bag's contents were scattered on the floor around it.

Okay, breathe Jericho. He ceased his rampage and sat up, exhaling slowly. It was just a minor setback. He could always go to the ring without one of his signature shirts. He just needed a few minutes to calm down.

Who the hell was he kidding? He dove back into the bag, throwing out the rest of the contents. He groaned loudly.

"What the hell's going on in here?"

Jericho didn't even bother to look at his partner, who had just entered their dressing room. He rose from the couch and turned his search on the rest of the room. "Have you seen my black and white checkered shirt?"

"No. But I've got something even better than that," Christian stated in his usual comical tone. Jericho didn't respond. He had more important matters at hand, as in finding his damn shirt. "What is it you ask? Well…If we win our match tonight, we'll be going on to face the Hardys."

Despite himself, a smirk spread across Jericho's face and he, once again, paused his search. He finally faced his partner. "So, I assume you just came back from Bischoff's office."

Christian stood smugly with his arms crossed proudly over his chest. "You got it. He said that he owes us big time and it's finally time for our big payoff to come."

"Damn right. Otherwise, that assclown might find himself being left victim to the next attack from some wrestler he pisses off."

"Dude, do you know what this means?" Christian asked rhetorically. He began to gesture excitedly with his hands. "We finally get a chance to get our titles back!"

The smile on Jericho's face grew even wider. He thought back to their days as champions. They'd enjoyed an impressive 164-day reign as World Tag Team champions. But then those damn Hardys got lucky and won the titles from them. Jericho sneered at the memory. That was nearly 3 months ago. He and Christian were thrown back in the title hunt with a bunch of talentless losers and it had been far too long since they'd tasted gold.

"Hellooooo?" Jericho snapped out of his trance at the call of the younger blonde Canadian. "Snap out of it dude. We have a match to get ready for. This is a big one." Christian walked over to his best friend and slapped him encouragingly on the back.

That it was. This was just an obstacle in the way to getting back the championships. He just needed to get ready to go out there and do what he did best every week.

"Is this the shirt you were searching so hard for?" Jericho spun around to find Christian holding up the very shirt he had been looking for. He went over to Christian and almost snatched it out of his hand. "How the hell did you miss that? It was right beside the couch."

Who knew? Jericho shrugged. "Whatever, let's go kick some ass." Christian began walking toward the door, but Jericho's voice stopped him.

"Actually, let me meet you in the gorilla." Christian nodded his compliance and headed out the door.

Jericho pulled on his shirt and stood in front of the mirror, observing the man he saw before him. "Do whatever you need to do to win." The championship had come to be the most important thing in his life. Some people would consider it sad, but he didn't care. Wrestling was something he had worked on all his life and all he ever wanted to be was the best. There was one period in his life where he lost focus. He let his attention slip off the prize. He'd followed the advice of other people. Wrestling is not the most important thing in the world Chris. Get your priorities straight. There's more to life than being a champion in the WWE. Now, where were they? He'd almost lost everything, following their advice. But now…now, he was back on track. Nothing was going to stop him now. It didn't matter what anyone thought of him. He was going to get what he wanted by any means necessary. And he'd prove them wrong.

His signature grin returned to his face. "You're the King of the World, Jericho. Nothing stands in your way."

He pulled the door open and stepped outside of his room. He groaned as a body collided into his. "Mind watching where you're going?" He turned angrily in the direction of the idiot who hadn't been paying attention to where they walking.

It was none other than the valet of the team he and his partner would be facing the next week. He glared at the redhead angrily. She locked eyes with him for a few moments. Quickly, she made her way around him and continued down the hall without a word. Jericho watched her as she sped down the hall, most likely in an effort to get away from him as quickly as possible. He knew his reputation around the locker room was anything but sterling and she was not about to test the waters with him.

He straightened himself out as she turned the corner and headed down the opposite direction of the corridor.

Jericho almost jumped himself at the sound of the slap across the chest of the young rookie in the corner. He mocked the pain of the man that was now hunching over in pain. Christian did that cocky pose of his that elicited a wave of boos from the Sacramento crowd. Jericho laughed as Christian hit the man once again.

"You suck Jericho!" The fans always attempted to antagonize him. It'd been happening so long, it didn't even faze him anymore. He turned around and taunted the angry fan. Before he knew it, the entire front row was booing him. If only they knew, it only invigorated him.

Returning his attention to the match, he watched on as Christian elbow dropped the helpless guy in the middle of the ring. The guy's partner looked angry, but not too eager to step in the ring to help out. The moment he'd seen the two men as he stepped onto the ramp, he knew that all the sucking up to Bischoff had finally paid off. Bischoff had hand-delivered two jobbers to the two blonde Canadians. And now they were just messing with the rookies, toying around with their heads. They were using them to send a message to the Hardys.

Christian dragged the helpless victim to their corner and made a tag to his partner. Jericho entered the ring and did a little double-teaming on the young man. This match was pretty much over, but it needed one more touch. Jericho pulled his opponent to the middle of the ring and put him in the Walls of Jericho. It was a matter of minutes before the boy was tapping out weakly. The referee instantly signaled for the bell.

But Jericho couldn't let go. He held the move as that familiar rage filled him. Christian took out the young man's partner with the Unprettier as he attempted to rescue his buddy. The referee struggled to get Jericho to release the hold, but he was in a trance now. The shouts of the referee and jeers of the crowd were fading. This was for everyone that had ever doubted him, everyone that had ever tried to control him, and everyone that had left him. And most of all this was for the Hardy Boys.

Suddenly, the shouts around him became clearer. The boos began to ring his hears. He dropped the man's legs and stood over the damage he'd done. Christian came up behind him, laughing. He grabbed his shoulders. "Boy, you did a number on him." Jericho stood there emotionless as he observed the man who was now seemingly unconscious from the pain. His partner was finally coming to in the corner. "Come on dude," Christian stated as he tapped his friend's shoulder. Jericho was finally able to move from the ring. He walked backwards up the ramp as the chorus of boos rain down upon him.

Another day in his life.