Title: Heart and a Half (1/?)
Author: Janine
E-mail: Stephjanine49@aol.com
Pairing: Lita/Jericho
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE and Vince McMahon
Rating: 15 (may contain bad language, and refer to abuse)
Spoilers: Raw, set back in March 2003, the Test v Jericho match where Test received the con-chair-to.
Notes: I've decided that -for the purposes of the story- Raw took place in Connecticut, and the weather was bad.
Summary: Two superstars get snowed in for the night...
~Part 1~
Goddamn car!
Of all the times and places she could have broken down. It had to be, just *had* to be in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of winter, in the middle of the biggest blizzard she'd ever seen.
It was cold. No freezing, and the only thing she could do was sit there, huddled in her jacket, and wait for help. She just prayed that `help' would get there soon.
Sighing, the woman thought about her friends. They were the reason she was out there. She was on her way to see them.
"God, Lita, they're going to give you an earful for driving out alone in this weather." She silently scolded herself, then checked her mobile phone. Surprise, Surprise, there was no reception.
Goddamn phone!
Lita wasn't actually supposed to be back on Raw until the following week, but had been staying at the hotel for the past fortnight, sharing room with Trish Stratus. She remembered wishing her friends good luck earlier that morning as they left for the 45min drive to the arena. Vince had repeatedly apologised for being unable to book a closer hotel, but strangely enough, freak weather and all, everywhere else had been fully booked.
So whilst everyone else had left earlier that day, Lita had stayed at the hotel, to watch the matches, to see her friends win that night.
But that's not what happened.
Sure enough, Trish had been proving to be much more than just T&A lately, and that night she had kept up her new tough image, when both she and Jackie had beaten Jazz and Victoria in a tag team match.
Jeff Hardy hadn't been so lucky that night. The redhead wrinkled her nose as she thought about how that blond idiot, also known as Christian, had got the win over her best friend. The jerk.
Then she winced as she remembered the reason why she'd set out in the
first place. To see if Test, Stacy and her newest found friend, Shawn Michaels
were going to be okay, after what that asshole Jericho had pulled on
them.
Christian had lured Stacy out to the ring, and Jericho had began harassing the poor girl, who'd had every reason to be frightened
after everything that the man had put her through.
When Lita had seen this happening, she'd wanted more than anything to just be able to go down to the ring and slap that silly beard from his face. But that didn't even compare to the pain that Lita had wanted to put the blond through when he lined the young diva up, for a con-chair-to. The sick creep. He was actually enjoying himself.
Stacy got lucky that night. While she hadn't been able to escape the chair shot, and also the walls-of-Jericho the last few weeks, -which were other reasons why Lita wanted to punish him- Test had saved her that night. He took the devastating con-chair-to instead, and man did it look sickening.
The redhead had been screaming at Jericho through the Television set, and had been screaming at him even more when he'd hit Shawn -who was proving to be a dear friend to both Jeff and herself- with a chair, demanding a match...and was he smiling? Was that bastard actually smiling?
Thank god Jeff hadn't gone down there too. Lita truly didn't know what she'd have done, had the youngest Hardy got himself hurt too.
She glanced up suddenly as a pair of headlights reflected in her rear view mirror, and sighed with relief, thankful she wasn't going to freeze to death.
Waiting till after the car had pulled over, she grabbed her bag and happily left the broken-down vehicle.
Not thinking of the possibility that the person in the other car could be at all dangerous, and just wanting to get out of the blizzard, Lita approached the other car, and when the passenger door opened, she gratefully sat inside, brushing off the snow.
"Thank you so much. You don't know how much I re-" The redhead stopped short as she turned to face her rescuer, their eyes meeting, and both their mouths dropping open in disbelief. Of all the people.
"You..." he said softly, shock evident on his face.
"Jericho..." Lita whispered.
~End Part 1~
Author: Janine
E-mail: Stephjanine49@aol.com
Pairing: Lita/Jericho
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE and Vince McMahon
Rating: 15 (may contain bad language, and refer to abuse)
Spoilers: Raw, set back in March 2003, the Test v Jericho match where Test received the con-chair-to.
Notes: I've decided that -for the purposes of the story- Raw took place in Connecticut, and the weather was bad.
Summary: Two superstars get snowed in for the night...
~Part 1~
Goddamn car!
Of all the times and places she could have broken down. It had to be, just *had* to be in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of winter, in the middle of the biggest blizzard she'd ever seen.
It was cold. No freezing, and the only thing she could do was sit there, huddled in her jacket, and wait for help. She just prayed that `help' would get there soon.
Sighing, the woman thought about her friends. They were the reason she was out there. She was on her way to see them.
"God, Lita, they're going to give you an earful for driving out alone in this weather." She silently scolded herself, then checked her mobile phone. Surprise, Surprise, there was no reception.
Goddamn phone!
Lita wasn't actually supposed to be back on Raw until the following week, but had been staying at the hotel for the past fortnight, sharing room with Trish Stratus. She remembered wishing her friends good luck earlier that morning as they left for the 45min drive to the arena. Vince had repeatedly apologised for being unable to book a closer hotel, but strangely enough, freak weather and all, everywhere else had been fully booked.
So whilst everyone else had left earlier that day, Lita had stayed at the hotel, to watch the matches, to see her friends win that night.
But that's not what happened.
Sure enough, Trish had been proving to be much more than just T&A lately, and that night she had kept up her new tough image, when both she and Jackie had beaten Jazz and Victoria in a tag team match.
Jeff Hardy hadn't been so lucky that night. The redhead wrinkled her nose as she thought about how that blond idiot, also known as Christian, had got the win over her best friend. The jerk.
Then she winced as she remembered the reason why she'd set out in the
first place. To see if Test, Stacy and her newest found friend, Shawn Michaels
were going to be okay, after what that asshole Jericho had pulled on
them.
Christian had lured Stacy out to the ring, and Jericho had began harassing the poor girl, who'd had every reason to be frightened
after everything that the man had put her through.
When Lita had seen this happening, she'd wanted more than anything to just be able to go down to the ring and slap that silly beard from his face. But that didn't even compare to the pain that Lita had wanted to put the blond through when he lined the young diva up, for a con-chair-to. The sick creep. He was actually enjoying himself.
Stacy got lucky that night. While she hadn't been able to escape the chair shot, and also the walls-of-Jericho the last few weeks, -which were other reasons why Lita wanted to punish him- Test had saved her that night. He took the devastating con-chair-to instead, and man did it look sickening.
The redhead had been screaming at Jericho through the Television set, and had been screaming at him even more when he'd hit Shawn -who was proving to be a dear friend to both Jeff and herself- with a chair, demanding a match...and was he smiling? Was that bastard actually smiling?
Thank god Jeff hadn't gone down there too. Lita truly didn't know what she'd have done, had the youngest Hardy got himself hurt too.
She glanced up suddenly as a pair of headlights reflected in her rear view mirror, and sighed with relief, thankful she wasn't going to freeze to death.
Waiting till after the car had pulled over, she grabbed her bag and happily left the broken-down vehicle.
Not thinking of the possibility that the person in the other car could be at all dangerous, and just wanting to get out of the blizzard, Lita approached the other car, and when the passenger door opened, she gratefully sat inside, brushing off the snow.
"Thank you so much. You don't know how much I re-" The redhead stopped short as she turned to face her rescuer, their eyes meeting, and both their mouths dropping open in disbelief. Of all the people.
"You..." he said softly, shock evident on his face.
"Jericho..." Lita whispered.
~End Part 1~