Title: Truth Hurts

Author: Shantay

Email: R…for the first chapter, PG13 for the rest

Content: Foul language, sex….

Timeline: anytime back in the day

Spoilers: Nothing really…

Summary: There's a lot more to the apparent hatred between Chris Jericho and Lita…

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people…tear…

Distribution: Please just ask me first.

He downed another shot of alcohol. That had to be number six or maybe seven. He needed to find Christian and ask if he could stay his room tonight. There was no way he could go back to his own hotel room. Not after what he'd just found out.

He poured the remainder of his alcohol into the tiny shot glass and let his head fall back as he downed that one as well.

How could she do this to him? He thought he could trust her. She had sworn that she loved him and he was the only one for her. She told him that she wanted to get married and have lots of kids. Were those all lies?

Must have been. Otherwise, she wouldn't have done what she did.

She was probably going crazy, wondering where he'd gone. Oh well, she deserved that. He'd just walked out on her as she was in the bathroom. Whatever. This didn't even compare to what she'd done.

He wished this had never happened. But it was too late for all of that. What was done was done. And he could never forgive her. Not now, not ever.

Chris ground his teeth as he recalled the memory. The memory of the worst day of his life. He remembered every word of the phone call he'd received that day. And he'd never forget the piece of information the person on the other end had to share.

"Stop daydreaming Chris. You have a match to get ready for." He shook it off and continued to tie the laces on his wrestling boots.

Christian always asked him what kept him from telling Lita how he really felt about her. Well, that was it. Although he loved her with all of his heart, yearned for her, ached for her, he could never forget that day. He could never get over what she'd done. And that was going to keep them apart forever.

He stood and left his locker room.

Christian walked over to his locker room door, barely able to take his eyes off of the television screen. He pulled open and a huge smile spread across his face.

"Hey gorgeous." Trish walked past him and sat down on his couch, patting the seat next to her. He watched her silently and suspiciously. After a few moments, he finally broke his silence.

"Hello to you too. Please tell me you're not ready for more of what we did last night already. Because after last night, I think need some extra time to recuperate."

She smiled. "No silly. Just here to talk."

"Oh good." He went and joined her on the couch. "You know that wasn't to say that I don't like doing what we did last night…"

She pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh baby. Just be quiet." Christian nodded obediently. She removed her finger from his lips. "I thought of something that might help our little mission."

"And what's that?"

"Well, Chris and Lita have never actually talked, well…had a civilized conversation, since what happened between them last year. If we could just get them to kinda talk like Bischoff did for whatever reasons, maybe some of the tension will clear up."

"I see what you're saying. It's just that it never seems to work. The minute those two get together the fur starts flying."

"I know. But there's clearly some confusion somewhere in all of this. Last week when Bischoff asked Chris what Lita did wrong, he wouldn't say. Has he ever actually talked to Lita about that?"

Christian's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to recall his many conversations with Chris about Lita. "Not that I can think of. He doesn't like to talk about it."

"Well maybe if we actually get him to talk to Lita about all of that, then it will clear up a lot of things. If what he claims she did is what you tell me, then she'll explain to him that she didn't and they can work through the other stuff."

Christian stared at her in disbelief. "What makes you so sure that she didn't do it?"

"Lita tells me everything. And she has never mentioned anything about that."

"Well, maybe she's too ashamed to admit the truth. That she was wrong."

Trish shook her head furiously. "No. Lita's not a liar. And she also owns up to everything she does wrong. No, that's not possible."

"Okay…" Christian looked at the television screen as he heard Chris's music. "Here we go with Round Two of Chris and Lita versus Edge and Victoria. Let's see how this match goes."

Trish cringed. "Hopefully nothing like last week."

Chris watched as Lita approached him in the ring. He waited until she was within a foot of him to speak. "Look, we can't have anything like last week. Let's put our problems aside and be a team tonight. Then maybe Bischoff will leave us alone if we win and we can go our separate ways."

She watched him as he spoke with a nonchalant, fixed expression on her face. When he was done, she simply nodded and replied, "Alright." She exited the ring as the bell signaled the beginning of the match.

"I wonder what he said to her."

"Who knows. It couldn't have been something too horrible. She doesn't look any more disgusted than she usually does."

"Yeah. Do you want something to drink?", Christian asked as he stood from the couch, preparing to go outside to the juice machine.

"No, I'm fine." Trish focused intently on the match as Christian exited the room. Edge and Victoria were already up to their cheating ways. They had Chris isolated in their corner and they never wasted an opportunity to distract the referee and cheat. The camera focused in on Lita as their two opponents choked Chris in the corner. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she was frowning. She was concerned. God, Christian was so right.

The door to the locker room reopened and Christian entered with a bottle of cherry flavored Gatorade in hand. He sat back down on the couch. "Did I miss anything?"

"Just a lot of Edge and Victoria cheating. And you were so right Christian. She really does care about him. The way she looks anytime they hit Chris….she does love him."

"I told you."

The match continued with Edge and Victoria not allowing Chris out of their corner and taking every opportunity to double team him. He could barely move.

"Those two are disgusting. Why can't they just fight fair and square? Oh no…" Trish stopped speaking as Chris got knocked to the outside. With action outside of the ring, things could only get worse.

Lita watched as Edge stomped on Chris outside of the ring right beside her. She wanted to do something. She looked back in the ring, seeing the referee trying to hold Victoria back from leaving the ring. Damn, this was another tactic to distract the referee, which meant…

Lita looked back to Edge and Chris. Edge had pulled a chair from under the ring and placed it on Chris's head. Oh no…

Think, Lita, think. She climbed to the top rope. "Hey Edge!"

He turned to face her and before he could think to do anything else, she leapt off of the top rope and hit him with a hurracanrana. She sat up on her knees and watched Edge writhe in pain. Chris had begun to stir. He moved the chair off of his head and got to his feet.

Lita slid back into the ring as Victoria was freaking out about what had just occurred outside of the ring. Neither of them had legally tagged in, but the referee didn't seem to notice with all of the movement. She kicked the brunette in the stomach, causing her to bend over in pain. Lita grabbed her head and planted her with a vicious DDT.

She then looked to the turnbuckle. Victoria had flipped over. She went to the top rope and sent up a silent prayer, as always, as she back-flipped off the turnbuckle and hit Victoria with a devastating moonsault. She clutched her stomach in pain before she remembered to cover Victoria. She pinned Victoria, grabbing her leg to make sure she didn't kick out. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chris throw Edge into the ring post to keep him from breaking up the pin. The referee got down and counted one, two, three.

Lita stood up, grinning. Chris had slid into the ring. He hobbled over to Lita and the referee, with his arm wrapped around his waist. The referee raised their hands to let the crowd know that they were the winners. He then left the ring. Lita turned to face Chris.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye and good riddance." Lita smirked.

"Congratulations to you too. Would it really kill you to say something nice? Especially when this is hopefully the last time we get the pleasure of being in each others' presence."

"Here's something nice. I want you to kiss….my ass."

"You know what, you are such a…"

Lita stepped up to him, daring him. "Go ahead. Say it."

Lita gasped as he suddenly shoved her to the ground. That son-of-a…

She looked up, ready to tell him off. "Oh my God." She was shocked to see Edge standing there with a steel chair in hand and Chris laid out on the mat. And from where Edge was standing…he had been aiming to hit her.

Edge quickly darted out of the ring, retreating to the back with Victoria. Lita crawled over to Chris. Little trickles of red blood slid down the side of his face from his forehead. He was unconscious, not moving at all. Edge had gotten him good. God, she could only imagine if he had actually hit her with that force.

She flipped her red hair out of the way so that she could clearly see him and communicate with him. She placed her hand on his face, shaking him gently. "Come on Chris. Wake up."

She swallowed the huge lump in her throat. She looked to the ramp, seeing all of the medics running down with the stretcher. They knew, just like she knew, that something was really wrong. She looked back to Chris. She ran a hand through his hair, not caring that some of his blood was getting on her hand.

"Look, you're gonna be okay."

"Okay ma'am. We're gonna put him on the stretcher and take him to the hospital."

Lita nodded and reluctantly stood, moving out of the way so that the medics could put him on the stretcher. She watched them lift him onto the orange board and slide him out of the ring to place him on the stretcher. Her hand shakily ran through her long red hair as she exited the ring right behind them and followed them up the ramp. Chris should have started waking up by now. They met Christian and Trish outside at the ambulance.

"Oh God, he hasn't woken up by now?" Christian went to his best friend's side.

"We're thinking it might be a concussion.", one of the medics responded. Christian nodded, letting them wheel Chris up to the ambulance.

One of the medics turned to Lita and asked, "Ma'am are you coming with him?"

Lita didn't know how to respond. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Luckily, she was saved by the groaning from the man on the stretcher.

"Lita…"

She went to his side immediately. She half-smiled, glad to see him awake but still worried. "Yeah?"

He cringed, not opening his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Okay."

The paramedics lifted him up into the ambulance. Lita took a few steps away from the ambulance. She sensed her best friend come up behind her.

"I haven't seen you show that much concern for him in who knows how long.", the little blonde whispered over her friend's shoulder.

"Well, he sacrificed himself for me. I at least owe him that, right?"

"No, that wasn't 'Thank you, I owe you for that' concern. That was 'Oh my God, I love you, please be okay' concern."

Lita turned around and looked at her best friend, biting nervously on one of her nails. Her eyes then shot to the ambulance as it took off.

"Girls, I'm gonna head to the hospital. Do you wanna come along?" Christian's question was directed at Lita. He looked at the redhead, hoping for a 'yes'.

Lita shook her head. "I don't think it would be appropriate for me to go. I think I'm just gonna head to the hotel. Let me know if he's okay."

Christian nodded disappointedly.

"Christian, I'm gonna come with you. I'll be right there." He nodded and went to his car.

"I know what you're thinking Lita. You can't believe he saved you from that chair shot. If he was such a bastard, why would he do that? And now you're confused about how you feel. Am I right?"

The redhead seemed to be in a state of shock. She just stared at her best friend, running a hand through her hair and nervously biting on her nail. Trish hated to leave her best friend like this, but she needed to catch up to Christian. Trish ran after Christian, knowing that he would be in a hurry to get to the hospital. Lita turned and began her walk back into the arena.

"Lita, congratulations on your victory tonight. I didn't think this would be the way the two of you would be celebrating your win though." Eric Bischoff stood in front of her with a sickening smirk on his face. She wouldn't be surprised if he had set up that entire catastrophe himself.

"What do you want from us Bischoff?"

"Oh trust me darling. You've given me the amusement that I wanted." He laughed in his own disgusting way.

"You're a sick, sad man."

He laughed again and walked away from her.