Author's Note: Because it's been quite a while and I really don't have the inspiration to continue this piece the way I had previously intended to. . .I've come up with an entire new plot. However, I'm just plain lazy to re-write the first chapter and have decided to leave it as is. So, I'm hoping that this next chapter will clear things up a bit on the changes that I've decided to make. Initially, I had planned on a John Cena & Lita piece, but I don't really know if I'm going to continue to use that pairing. We'll see. . .But, this will still include Lita/Jeff Hardy friendship, as well as Lita/Trish Stratus (yes!) and Lita/Edge (OMG! please don't freak out!) AND. . .a few others. Anyway, hope you enjoy the change and please drop me a review to let me know what you think. It's highly appreciated =D (Sez)

PS: I just wrote it and haven't had the chance to read it over so I apologize if any words are spelled incorrectly or if this chapter confuses you. . .It's well past-midnight here and I should really be getting to bed, but I just had the need to write for this. Bye! =D

They Don't Know

Part Two

"AND CUT-"

It was silent for a second before the redheaded woman in Jeff's arms snorted against his chest and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she began to shake in his arms. The rainbow-haired wrestler looked down and stared at the top of her head, "Uh, Li?"

Her only response was another snort and Jeff turned questioning eyes on the other person in the room with them. Trish Stratus only shrugging her shoulders, the diva closing the camcorder she held in her hand and slipping it into her gym bag. . .

"Baby girl-"

"I'm sorry," came her muffled reply.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, I'm good," Lita gasped out as she pulled away from his arms. Jeff looked at her with some concern, the diva stepping back and taking a couple deep breaths before she broke out in unexplained laughter.

Jeff exchanged glances with Trish, the blond diva hitching the strap of her bag up higher on her shoulder before she approached her fellow diva.

"Li, sweetie. . .What's so funny?"

Lita continued to laugh, but tried to regain her composure. She breathed in deeply and released her breath slowly, one hand placed against her chest. She repeated the process and once she was more in control, the redhead smiled.

"Li-"

"It's just. . .I must have looked so damned funny," Lita began to explain. She ran a hand through her hair and another round of giggles escaped her lips, "It's. . .I was just imagining how I must have looked and I couldn't help but laugh, you know."

Trish and Jeff nodded in unison, but from the looks on their faces it was clear that they were clueless. . .

She turned to Trish, "I looked scared, right?"

"Terrified," the blond agreed.

"Exactly, which I thought was completely hilarious because I was supposed to look scared of *Edge*. . .not that anyone would know that because we haven't even released the tape yet, and that doesn't happen until next week on RAW, at least, and there's still a bunch of other things that are supposed to happen after that before they find out about that little piece of information. . .you know?"

Another nod from her baffled friends.

"And, just the fact that I have to look *scared* of Edge. . .When have I ever been afraid of Edge? It's ridiculous, he's never really done anything to hurt me-"

"Didn't he spear you into a ladder?" Jeff couldn't help but point out, an amused smile plastered on his lips.

Lita waved him off, "But, that was before we were friends. . .We didn't know each other yet, so, that doesn't count. Anyway, like I was saying. . .I have never been afraid of Edge and I don't think that I ever will because he's become such a great friend, especially in these last couple of years. . .He's a genuinely good guy -revenge ploys aside, of course- and he's such a complete dork that it just makes you love him even more, you know? It's just. . .funny."

"OK, and you managed the frightened look a few minutes ago. . .how?"

Her smile fell away from her lips and Lita just shrugged, "If there was one thing I learned from the whole ordeal with Kane. . .it's fear."

"Li-"

She waved them off, "It's fine. . .It was a long time ago and-"

"He's going to pay," Jeff interrupted her before she could finished. Lita met his eyes and nodded, Trish also nodding, from what the redhead could see out of the corner of her eye. The Cameron native stepped forward and hung his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his side in a half hug. He pressed his lips against the top of her head, "Kane's gonna get what he deserves and so is Matt-"

"And Cena," Trish added, a scowl on the pretty blond's face as she thought of everything the West Newbury native had said about her friends. . .

That asshole.

"If all goes accordingly to plan, I'll be making his life a living hell by next month," she smiled wickedly.

And Lita frowned, the diva moving away from Jeff's embrace and turning around to face the other woman, "Trish-"

The blond shook her head vehemently, "Don't you dare excuse his behavior, Leets."

Lita snorted, "Oh, I wasn't going to. Believe me, I really don't care what happens to that jackass. It's just. . .Trish, you're one of the fan favorites right now and I know that when we first came up to you about this idea, you were all for it, but I don't think-'

"Whoa, girl, relax," Trish chuckled at the look of concern that Lita wore. And the shorter diva couldn't help but wish others could see her now. . .they would see the wonderful person that the redhead had always been and they would understand that because of the position that she was put in the years prior, everything that she had done was because she had thought that there were no other options. . .

And at the time, there really were no other options.

Jeff Hardy had already been asked to be released and Trish herself had promised not to get mixed up in her affairs, at least to an extent. . .which resulted in them 'acting' as if they hated each other, as if they were enemies when in reality, they were the best of friends. . .along with Jeff and Edge, of course.

As well as a few other people. . .

Trish wicked grin returned.

The WWE Universe was definitely in for quite a few surprises and Trish, for one, could hardly wait.

"I don't want you risking your career for me, Trish."

Trish rolled her eyes, "Drama queen, much? Li, my career will be fine. . .And soon enough, you're career will be back on track, too. The WWE has always been full of surprises. . .and it's about damned time that we give them a few surprises of our own, don't-cha think?"

Lita didn't hesitate to agree, but-

"No *buts*," the blond said before she could speak and Trish looked down at her gym bag and slipped the camcorder back out. She opened it and turned to the former Team Xtreme members. She grinned at the pair and waved the camcorder at them, "Now, back to business. . .A couple of minutes of rehashing tonight's events and an exit would be perfect."

Lita rolled her eyes while Jeff only chucked. He turned to the redhead and motioned to the lone bench in the locker room. Lita nodded and the two made their way over. . .Trish returning to her previous spot as not to gain suspicion from their future viewers.

She counted down from three and moved her hand in a motion that told them to begin, a red dot appeared on the camcorder signaling that they were being recorded.

Jeff cleared his throat, "About tonight-"

"Jeff, let's not talk about that," Lita sighed, the woman slowly running a hand through her hair. She looked down at their intertwined hands and began to pull hers away, but he held tightly to her fingertips. She picked up her head. . .

"I won't say much, but I will say this. . .I didn't come out there tonight because I hate you. OK? I don't hate you, I can never hate you, Li. I'm just. . .I'm worried and everyone else may just ignore it, but I can't. It's clear that you're not happy-"

"My happiness doesn't matter," she whispered.

The wrestler frowned, "Lita-"

She abruptly stood up, yanking her hands away from his. Lita gave him a sad smile and because she was facing the shower area of the locker room, where Trish was *hiding*, and Jeff's back was only visible, the camera caught the broken expression on the diva's face and missed the laughing smirk that adorned the Hardy brother's. "I'm sorry, Jeff. . .I really am, but. . .Please just forget about this. It would be best for everyone involved if you don't worry about this-"

"Best for everyone?" Jeff's usually soft voice rose an octave. He stood up as well and stared down at the redhead. "You're a shell of the woman you used to be. . .You used to be fire-"

"Then why am I always the one getting burned?" Lita interrupted, eyes glistening with unshed tears. She closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands, Jeff's arms coming around her. "I'm so tired, Jeff-"

"It's OK, sweetie. It's OK," Jeff whispered to her, rubbing a hand soothingly down her back and while his voice betrayed the sound of comfort, his dancing eyes and wide grin showed something different. He was definitely pleased with his friend's performance. . .

"I'm so, so tired," Lita cried and clutched at him, burying her smiling face against his chest.

Trish could hardly contain her delight. While she obviously knew the truth in what was going on, she was, after all, one of the eight co-conspirators. . .as she watched their little performance, she couldn't help think that it looked genuine. And she was certain that the rest of the WWE would think so, too.

Which was a damned good thing, too, because it was exactly what they wanted to happen and she was more than ready to knock them all on their asses.