In A Breath
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE, the story is mine.
Rating: R, for violence and rape
Summary: Christian turned his back on his brother, on his career and on his company, was it really all because he was jealous of his brother's success? Or was he trying to escape from something…or someone?
Spoilers: Up to and including Vengeance.
Setting: This starts the day before Vengeance, but we will be taking a trip back in time every now and again.
Feedback: Always appreciated
E-mail: wwekyizific@hotmail.com
Notes: This idea came into my head after reading Karen U's fic, "It Only Hurts" where she gave Jericho a reason for being, well, an ass; I began to wonder if maybe Christian had a reason…
(Matt and Lita aren't dating in this one and they're both at Vengeance backstage for the purposes of this fic!)
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Part Two
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He still couldn't believe he'd lost his cool. He hadn't even been looking where he was going; he'd been thinking about…well, he hadn't been paying attention. He'd spent the entire day and night just walking, thinking, or trying not to think, so walking into someone was really to be expected. The fact that his muttered; "sorry" had been met with an audible sneer hadn't really surprised him. He hadn't exactly won a lot of friends in the last year, but it was the voice, the sudden recognition that had caught him off guard.
He must have looked terrified as he had stared into Edge's eyes, the prospect of running into his brother had always brought him pain and he'd tried to make sure that it never happened, but it had been a year since it had started…a year, it was hard to believe that it was only a year since his entire life had started to fall apart. It was always on his mind, something he lived with every day…something he tried to cope with. His brother was his weakness, so he'd got rid of that, or so he'd thought, but looking into Edge's eyes had pulled down part of that wall he'd built, the wall that was slowly crumbling, but he couldn't let it fall, he just couldn't.
He'd avoided his brother outside of the ring ever since he had hit him with the steel chair, driving all his anger, hurt and pain into hurting his own brother, into hurting himself…anything to try and make it stop. But it hadn't and it never could and he knew Edge would be the undoing of it all. Yesterday he'd been careless, it couldn't happen again…
Bringing himself back to the present, Christian glanced at the two men he was sitting with and tried to refrain from rolling his eyes. He really hated these jerks, but they were tough and they were his 'friends' and that meant they'd protect him…and that was all that really mattered.
"Damn Americans," Lance muttered as the waitress stalked back to the kitchen.
"Yeah." Christian said a little less than enthusiastically.
"You okay, man?"
Looking up from his sandwich, Christian faked a smile. "I'm fine, Test. Just thinking about how we're gonna kick that American Idol, Hogan's ass tonight." He said, his mind on anything but that.
"Yeah, and that traitorous bother of yours. He should be on our side, he should be sticking with his countrymen."
"Yeah." Christian said softly. If only that was the only reason, but Christian knew that, as well as detesting the whole Anti-American thing, Edge would never want to spend time with Lance and Test, not only because they were complete idiots, but simply because he was working with them. It tore him apart to know that he had no one left. He'd lost Edge and his entire family when he'd turned on the WWF, he'd lost everything…well, almost. Just thinking of her brought a smile to his lips, she was all he had to live for. Luckily the smile that graced his lips was mistaken for something else.
"Yeah, I see Christian agrees."
"Eh, yeah." He said, a little unsure as to what he was actually agreeing to.
"Well, there was this tight little blonde number checking him out the other day, I definitely think he's up for another night on the town."
"Eh…"
"Well, that's only if she's there tonight," Lance said, biting into his sandwich.
"Oh, she will be. I got her number…hey, maybe she'll be up for more than one of us, if ya know what I mean," Test nodded his head with a wide smile.
"Eh, tonight…I, well, I mean, we'll have just won the titles, don't you just want a guys night out? We could go celebrate…"
"Come on, man, what's a man's night out without some women?"
"I…"
"What's up with you, Christian?" Lance said. Both he and Test placed their sandwiches back onto their plates and sat back, arms crossed.
Christian looked at the two and gulped a little. "I…I guess I'm just a little overexcited. I mean, I'm gonna have gold again. That's a big thing."
Lance inclined his head before nodding, obviously taking Christian's word for it. Test narrowed his eyes a little, but nodded as well and Christian let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding.
"Hey, guys, I'm gonna go get ready to leave."
"We have all day left."
"I know," Christian shrugged. "But I want to make sure I have everything and I didn't sleep much last night, so I want to catch a few zees."
"Okay." Lance nodded.
Christian smiled and rose from his seat, walking towards the exit, congratulating himself on his near escape. Unfortunately he was too far away to hear Test whispering to Lance.
"Something's up, man. We need to keep an eye on him."
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End Part Two
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