Save Me
Title: Save Me
Rating: M
Pairings: Jackie Gayda/Raven, Traci Brooks/Matt Bentley, Gail Kim/Jeff Jarrett
Summary: Raven's seen as dark, destructive - the picture of death. And yet he really does prove that opposites attract when Jackie Gayda comes calling..
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own WWE, TNA or any of the characters used. The idea for the story was something I got when I saw Jackie and Raven together at Final Resolution 2006.
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December 3rd, 2005 – TNA iMPACT!
He staggered into his locker room, breathing heavily. He'd just been put through a hellacious House of Fun match with the Diamonds in the Rough, courtesy of that bastard Larry Zybszko. He barely even took heed of where he was going, he was stumbling around like a drunken man. Crimson blood covered his eyes, it was pouring straight from a wound in his forehead that he'd acquired during the match. His whole body was bruised and battered from the match. Despite Cassidy Riley's interference, the Diamonds in the Rough had managed to overpower him and pin him in his own kind of match. Blinded by his own blood, he leaned roughly against one of the lockers in the room, trying to catch his breath and recuperate. He couldn't and felt his knees give way. Succumbing to it, to the pain, he fell down to the floor, dropping to his knees before lying sprawled out on his back on the floor. He lay there for a moment or two, unmoving, just listening to the sound of his breathing patterns. They were uneven. Just like his "friends", they'd come and go – just like that. He was used to it, used to just lying there, in his locker room, his solstice, his sanctuary… alone. All by himself. He quietly closed his eyes, falling into a dreamy state of mind.
Raven barely paid attention to the sound of the door opening and closing. He barely registered the soft click as it shut. Right now, he was in his world… Raven's world. He was practically immune to everything else around him. He did pay attention, however, when a soft voice – a woman's voice – whispered, "This may sting a little, so think… happy thoughts, okay?" He felt something (it felt similar to a wet cloth) being wiped across his forehead, getting rid of the dry blood that caked his head and stemming the flow of any free blood that hadn't yet dried. That same person used her other hand to run across his eyes, wiping the blood away from there. Instinctively, Raven reached out and snatched that hand, gripping it tightly and wondering who in the hell had the courage or nerve to speak to him, let alone touch him. His eyes snapping open, a vision swam into view. A woman was crouching down beside him. She was… pretty. There was no other way to describe her. He surmised he could go into detail about the way her brown eyes were widening; the way her wavy blonde locks fell down past her shoulders… he shook the thought from his head and averted his gaze. His gaze fell on the red smeared across her free hand (one still clutched in his arm) and realized it was blood – his blood – from wiping away the blood in his eyes. She hardly looked disgusted; she looked more concerned for him.
His head was fuzzy – who in the hell was she? He could barely remember a thing right now. All he could recall about her was that she was some crazy chick who had a weird personal vendetta against Jeff Jarrett. He could relate to that, of course, but that still didn't explain what the hell she was doing.
"Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my locker room?"
That was all he managed to say, rather gruffly at that. She just stared tightly at his hand, still gripping tightly at her wrist. Her expression took on a blank look as she replied coolly with, "If you would be so kind to remove yourself from my wrist, perhaps I could answer." She wasn't going to be intimidated. She wasn't going to let what happened to other superstars before her happen again. He barely flinched, tightening his grip instead. The woman winced slightly – it hurt – but didn't drop her gaze. "Yeah, I don't think so. Nice try, girlie." He spat back bitterly, not caring at all that he was causing her pain. She bit her lip. "Jackie," was simply all the said, her hazel eyes boring into his eyes. "My name is Jackie Gayda." He sneered cruelly, lip curling in disgust. "Well, Jackie Gayda," A slight smirk was now playing at his mouth. "I would appreciate it if you kindly got the fuck out of my locker room."
There was silence for a moment.
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I said no."
"And I say, if you don't, I'll make you."
Jackie's gaze slid from the wound she was working on with a cloth – he had been so immersed in arguing with her and getting her out of his room and out of his private time, that he hadn't noticed she had been wiping all the blood from him – to his face. A smile tugged at her lips. "If you were going to, you would have already." The blonde Knockout retorted kindly, raising her free arm and peeling a shocked Raven's fingers off her wrist. "In this brief meeting, I've discovered more about you than anyone ever has. My mission is accomplished for the day." She smiled a genuine smile. "So I'll be back next week. Traci and Matt are probably waiting for me, anyways." The former diva stood up and crossed the room, stopping at the door.
"You know… if you hold that against your wounds, the bleeding should stop." He looked away, just wanting her to leave already. He heard the door open and then, close, and looked over to confirm whether she was really gone or not. She was. But the objects she had been talking about weren't. Grouped together in a pile was a warm cloth, doused in water. Next to it was the bottle of antiseptic. No wonder it had stung, briefly. He stared at it for a moment. And then, stupidly, like a fool, followed her advice.
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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, guys; I really appreciated all your thoughts and feedback. I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks this coupling is cool, in a weird sort of way. Anyways, hope you like the latest installment of 'Save Me' (sorry it's short)… please review!