"I think I can, I think I can" Hope you're enjoying the repost of 'Little Bit O' Sibling Rivalry'.
"So Hardy, how long have we been here for?" Trixie Helmsley asked the younger brother as she absent-mindedly plucked at the lint on her long-sleeved, dark green shirt.
Jeff picked his head up and looked at his watch, squinting to make out the numbers. "About two hours."
"That's all!?" Trixie exclaimed, sitting up so fast she almost hit her head on a low hanging pipe. "It seems like it's been forever and a day or something. Are you sure your watch isn't just broken? What if they leave without us? What if we die here? I can't stay here; I need to see my family. And this is great, now I can't breathe."
Jeff looked over alarmingly at Trixie and practically sprinted over to her when he saw her crumple to the ground after her rant. He knelt by her side and searched her face quickly for any sign she was still with him and put his face close to her mouth, somewhat relieved when he felt a soft breath. He quickly racked his brain back to the emergency classes he and Matt had taken back when they were younger and did the only thing he could remember from the class: he opened her mouth, plugged her nose, and pressed his lips against hers, trying to calm himself down enough to breath right.
After a few times she started couching and Jeff pulled away from her, resting back on his heels as he watched her sit up, putting a hand to her forehead.
"What happened?" She asked quietly, squeezing her eyes shut as it seemed the entire room, including Jeff, had started spinning.
"You passed out." Jeff told her gently, reaching over and helping her sit back against the wall.
Trixie held a hand to the back of her head and furrowed her eyebrows. "Wow, I haven't done that in a few years. So how'd you get me to come back to?" Jeff blushed and voided making eye contact with her until she nudged him lightly in the side. "C'mon, you can tell me. I'm curious."
"I gave you mouth-to-mouth." Jeff muttered inaudibly.
"You what? What'd you say?" Trixie asked. "Don't mumble Jeff. And why are you embarrassed? You saved my life."
He looked up straight in her eyes. "I gave you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation." He said simply, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
It was Trixie's turn to blush.
"And you're a good kisser when you're half-unconscious." He joked and the smile slowly faded off his face. "And I don't think I'd mind finding out whether or not you were a great kisser otherwise."
"Um, kay." Trixie answered as Jeff leaned towards her and pressed his lips against hers, smiling when he felt a response.
The two were well into their little make-out session when the door burst open and they jumped apart, shielding their eyes from the harsh and sudden lighting.
"So what are you guys doing in here looking all cozy together?" RVD asked curiously, holding a cell phone in one hand and his workout bag in the other. "I let you borrow my phone and then both you and the phone turned up missing, so I just called my number. Didn't you hear it ringing?"
"We were a little preoccupied." Jeff answered honestly, stealing a glance over at Trixie who nodded in agreement.
RVD looked back and forth between the two, determined he was better off not knowing what was going on, and just held out his hand for his phone. Jeff reached into one of the many pockets on his cargo pants and produced the small silver flip-phone and handed it over to his friend.
"C'mon, we should get going." Jeff said, holding his hand out to Trixie as RVD held the door open, a bored look on his face.
Trixie took his hand happily and followed him out, almost running into him as he came to an abrupt stop and peered around his shoulder to see almost the whole RAW roster standing there, including her brother who looked none to pleased. "Hey Bro." She greeted happily, following Jeff as he didn't let any of the looks deter him from walking purposefully past.
*~*~*~*
Setting down the dark red and gold tipped menu, Maxina Garcia looked at the thin gold watch around her wrist and sighed when she saw what the time was. She pushed back away from the table and grabbed her purse, fully intent on leaving until someone caught a hold of her arm, turning her around to face him.
"Where are you going?" Triple H asked quietly, taking in her full appearance and his breath caught in his throat.
"Well, I figured since you were on the verge of being half an hour late you weren't going to show up so I was going to go home." She replied, cocking her head to one side as she looked at him expectantly.
"You wouldn't believe how many flower stores are closed on a Sunday night." He said sweetly, producing a dozen yellow roses from behind his back. He handed her the flowers and watched as her face lit up and he felt that much better knowing he was the cause of it.
"They're beautiful." Maxina breathed out, inhaling the fragrance deeply. She placed them on the table gently and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his chest as she looked up at him. "Thank you so much. This means the world to me."
Triple H smiled to himself, like he had just done the best thing in the world, and then felt himself being jostled forward so he had to brace himself so he didn't end up pushing Maxina into the table. "What's your problem?" He snapped as he turned around to face the guy that looked perfectly capable of holding his own against the wrestler.
"Not my fault you were too preoccupied over here with your girlfriend to realize you were in someone's way, so I pushed past you." The guy answered simply. "See, no problem."
"And where do you get the right to do that?" Triple H countered, a pissed off look on his face.
"What are you gonna do, hit me?" He taunted back, holding his arms away from his sides. "C'mon Triple H, I'm right here. I'd love to see you take a swing at me."
Maxina put her hand on his shoulder reassuringly, as if to tell him it's not even worth bothering and to leave it alone.
The man was taking in the interaction between the two and smirked. "What a tough guy, you know you can't handle me by yourself so you have to get your girlfriend involved in it too."
Triple turned around and gave Maxina an apologetic smile before spinning back around and punching the guy square in his nose, causing him to fall backwards into a table being occupied by another couple and crashed to the floor.
Maxina's eyes grew wide as she saw him get back up and lunge at her date and she backed up away from the inevitable brawl going on in the middle of the 4-star restaurant.
Both of the guys got in a few good punches until security was brought in to break the fight up. Triple H was pulled back yelling and swearing and the other man took the opportunity to launch himself back at the restrained superstar.
"Excuse me!" Maxina yelled as he got closer to her Triple H. "What do you think you're doing?" She apprehended. "We're in the middle of a date here and what do you have to do, get into a fight with him to tend to your fragile male ego or something?"
He looked at her with a shocked look on his face and she rolled her eyes.
"Yes, you're amazed now how about you just take your drunken ass and leave us alone because I would so appreciate that. Thanks." She finished, spinning away from him before he had a chance to respond. "Maybe we should go find somewhere else to eat." She suggested to Triple H and he nodded as she grabbed her coat off the chair behind him and left the restaurant.
*~*~*~*
"So what are you doing here?"
Lara Wilson looked up with a bored expression on her face and smiled when she came to the realization someone was talking, and not yelling to her. "It's a long story." She replied softly, instead of answering back with her usual attitude. She studied the 5'4, auburn haired, dark-skinned girl sitting across from her and pushed some hair away from her face. "What about you, I've never seen you around before."
"I'm Vanessa Huffman." The girl introduced, holding out her hand, which Lara shook politely. She leaned back against the small, barely cushioned chair and sighed deeply. "Triple H thought it'd be clever to take me here against my will to get back at my brother."
"Your story is better then mine." Lara ultimately decided with a small grin on her face. "I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, found out some stuff I was willing to tell whoever asked and voila!" She spread her arms out, gesturing to the small but cozy room with security just short of having bars on the windows. "I'm here. Who's your brother anyway?"
"Booker T." Vanessa replied with a small grin. "I was up here for the week visiting him because I get like zero time with him anymore. He's either too busy with wrestling and I'm teaching my aerobics class…" She trailed off sadly. "He's practically the only family I have left." She added with a shrug.
Lara reached over and put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly and both their heads whirled around when they heard the door being opened.
"How are you two getting along?" Randy Orton asked patronizingly from his place leaning on the doorframe and Triple H smirked.
"We're fine." Lara snapped, pushing away from the chair. "But we'd be a lot better if you both got your heads out of your asses and came to the realization that what you're doing is illegal."
"Torrie's sister huh?" Triple H guessed dryly and Lara pursed her lips.
"And what of it?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.
Triple H didn't answer her and instead turned to Vanessa, who was glaring at him with pure hatred in her eyes and opened his mouth to say something when she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"You know, as soon as I don't show up to the arena, my brother's gonna realize something happened and I have no doubt in my mind that he's going to come to try and find me." Vanessa said evenly.
"But Sweetie, he's not that bright." Randy smirked.
Vanessa's eyes got wide and Lara grabbed a hold of her arm before she had a chance to lunge at the young rookie.
Triple H turned to him and muttered something along the lines of not pissing her off and turned back to the two girls only when he was satisfied that Randy wasn't going to say anything else stupid to get them in trouble. "Ladies, we have a proposition for you."
"I'm listening." Lara replied at the same time Vanessa said "You can take your proposition and shove it."
"If that's the way you feel about it…" He trailed off. He began to turn around and assumed at least on of them would object and tell him they would agree. Neither of them did and he spun back around to find them both sitting back down on the chairs, their arms crossed over their chests.
"We're not interested." Vanessa stated firmly.
Randy looked around Triple H's shoulder and caught eyes with Lara. She looked at him momentarily and his breath caught in his throat until she turned away, the hurt and misery visible in her eyes. He didn't realize his friend was talking to him until he got hit in the arm, hard.
"Are you coming or not?" Triple H asked impatiently. "Flair said he was coming over to talk about some plans he had, try to get Bischoff to give up some more air time for us." He started laughing and Randy forced out a small laugh as he followed him, stealing once last glance back at Lara before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him and locking it securely.
*~*~*~*
Vanessa sighed and rolled over onto her side, trying to fluff the pillows to make them more tolerable and then she gave up and moved so she was on her back, staring up at the crème colored ceiling with disinterest. In the twin-sized bed set up next to hers, Lara was snoring quietly, the covers pulled up to her chin and Vanessa rolled her eyes. She'd only known this girl for a couple of hours and already she could tell that she was developing a crush on Randy; even though she'd never admit it out loud, and the fact that Lara adamantly told her she was capable of sleeping through World War 3, so it'd be useless to try and wake her up for anything.
She tapped her fingers against the hard mattress and tried counting sheep or something to take her mind off how panicked her brother was going to be and what he would do. She was cut from her thoughts when there was a loud and impatient rapping at the window.
"What the hell?" Vanessa muttered out loud. She climbed up onto the couch and almost fell off from shock when she looked out the window and saw the faces of her brother and the Hurricane.
Booker T out his finger to his lips in an indication for her to be quiet and the Hurricane pulled something out of his bag that looked like a huge set of keys and picked one from the rest and tested it in the lock, smiling in satisfaction as it creaked open.
"What are you guys doing here?" Vanessa exclaimed quietly, unable to keep the excited tone out of her voice.
"After you didn't show up when you said you would I got worried." Booker explained with a relieved look on his face. "So I went to the superhero over here and he figured out you'd be here after doing some snooping around."
"Thank you." Vanessa said to the Hurricane, as he looked on at the scene proudly.
"Anything I can do for a damsel in distress." He announced, pushing his cape back behind his shoulders. "Now what about your friend in there, does she want to be helped out as well?" He asked, peering into the dark room where he could just make out the sleeping form of Lara.
"You won't be able to wake her up, trust me." Vanessa replied seriously. "She actually told me not to bother."
The two wrestlers looked at each other and shrugged, before turning back to Booker T's little sister.
"C'mon guys, please get me out of here."
Booker pushed the window open as far as it would go and helped Vanessa as she hoisted herself up and out through the window, only slipping for a second but the Hurricane was right there to help her and she smiled at him gratefully once she was safely out and on the ground.
"I've missed you so much!" She exclaimed, jumping up into her brother's arms and he caught her with a surprised smile, hugging her back.
"I've missed you too squirt." He replied to which Vanessa narrowed her eyes, and then dropped the pissed off look because she was so happy to see her brother after so long.
"I think we should get going." The Hurricane mentioned casually. "I mean I hate to break this up but I think somebody found out about Vanessa escaping."
The two looked up quickly at the superhero.
"How do you know?" Vanessa asked suspiciously.
The Hurricane pointed and stuffed the set of keys back into his backpack. "Because those lights just turned on and I hear barking." Without another word the three of them sped off into the darkness and away from the makeshift prison Triple H had developed himself.
*~*~*~*
"Where the hell did she go?" Triple H demanded, slamming the door open so it hard it struck the wall and bounced back, almost hitting him in the face.
Lara squinted at the clock on the wall and pulled the covers closer to her as she struggled to get up. "What are you talking about? And don't you dare yell at when I'm sleeping." She added huffily. He looked pointedly at the empty bed next to her and her eyebrows shot up. "Hey look at that, she got out."
Randy, who was standing behind Triple H next to Batista, had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing; that wouldn't be appreciated.
"Do you know how she managed that?" Triple H asked evenly, walking a few paces closer to her bed and he expected her to flinch or pull away or something. Instead she stared straight back at him, her face unchanging.
"Maybe you underestimated her."
"I never underestimate anyone." He growled.
Both Randy and Batista opened their mouths to tell him otherwise but were both shut up by a stern look from Flair.
Lara didn't respond to him and instead reached over and flipped off the bedside lamp, causing her side of the room to get dark. "We're done here; now let me get back to sleep and you can go back to doing whatever it is you big bad wrestlers do at 4:30 in the morning."
Triple H spun on his feel and stalked out of the room, being quickly followed by his three group members and Lara rolled her eyes before falling back to sleep, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
*~*~*~*
Anastasia and Kurt stared at the machine sitting in front of them; he with a proud look on his face and her trying her hardest not to laugh, lest she make the Olympic champion upset.
"So how does it work?" She asked finally after a few minutes of staring in silence, surprising herself at the idea she might actually be interested in what they had been working on.
"It's very simple." Kurt said patiently. "All you do is go in and close the door behind you. Then you sit down—"
"On the crate or the paint bucket?" Anastasia cut in dryly with a suspicious look on her face.
"The crate." Kurt answered, undaunted by her sarcastic attitude. "And then you punch in where you want to go, press enter and hopefully you're there. Wanna try it out?" He asked eagerly.
Anastasia looked around to make sure there was no one around and grinned, nodding her head. "Yeah, where should we go first?"
"I think we should go back to Atlanta, Georgia all those 7 years ago to witness myself winning the gold again."
Anastasia almost started laughing and when she noticed he was being serious she shook her head. "I don't think so Kurt. Let's try something easy first, like going back to the other day or something."
Kurt reluctantly agreed and the two got into the cramped space and she reached over and punched in the date from a few days ago. She took a deep breath, said a quick silent prayer and pressed down on the 'enter' button.
There was a loud whirring noise and a few flashes of bright light and then all of a sudden things were silent again.
"Do you think it worked?" Anastasia asked quietly.
Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "Only one way to find out." He said sensibly as he pushed the door open. They first thing they heard was arguing and screaming coming from one of the rooms.
"Old people die, there's nothing you can really do about it except wait for it to happen."
"I can't believe you just had the fucking nerve to say that to my face you silicone-enhanced bitch!"
"That's Dawn and Torrie." Kurt recognized almost immediately. "Let's go see what going on; their fights are always good ones." He grabbed a hold of Anastasia's hand and dragged her to the room that the yelling was coming from. They watched from the side as Dawn accidentally kicked some blonde haired girl that looked like Trish in the head and Matt Hardy rushing over to help her up. Anastasia looked to her left and noticed a short Hispanic girl smiling after Chris Benoit and Rey Mysterio trying to pull her away from him.
"This is why I don't like Smackdown." Kurt said finally, taking in everything that was going on. "It's always so hectic around here."
"What the hell is going on?"
Anastasia and Kurt turned around to see an exact replica of Kurt standing in front of them, a confused and somewhat terrified look on his face.
"See, that is one good looking guy." Kurt whispered in Anastasia's ear and she rolled her eyes. "I am the Kurt from the future. I bring you good news. In the future you will-"
Anastasia clapped her hand over his mouth, silencing his ridiculous claims. "We're not here. We're just a part of your imagination."
"Oh that's good. Confuse him so that he's scarred for the rest of his long beautiful life." Kurt trailed off, glancing at himself wistfully. "Okay good-looking. We are from the future but not far into it, about a couple of days.
The confused look on Kurt's face cleared up and he grinned. "So the time machine is going to work?"
Anastasia nodded and stood back happily when she realized when she was in the company of two copies of her favorite wrestler and grinned, being brought back to reality only when both Kurt's were looking at her. "Huh?"
"We're going to go back to our time. We have business to take care of."
"Alrighty, it was great to meet you two-days-ago Kurt!" She said, climbing back into the small machine with the real Kurt. "So you ready to go make sure my brother was never born?"
*~*~*~*
"Edge!!"
The blonde wrestler from up North spun around as he heard his name being called frantically and almost got barreled over when his brother ran towards him at full speed. "Luke, calm down there." He said, reaching an arm out to steady his younger sibling. "What's up?"
Luke looked at him with a huge grin on his face and pushed some brown hair out of his eyes as he caught his breath. "Molly."
"Molly?" Edge repeated. "Alright I know her but that doesn't give me much information. And dude." He continued on before Luke could say anything else. "If this is one of your retarded guessing games, let me know right now so I can tune you out."
"No, no retarded guessing games here." Luke assured, the huge grin still spread over his face. "I've been trying to find you since this morning, where have you been?"
"Holed up in my hotel room this morning and then came straight here where I holed myself up in my locker room until about right now when you found me." Edge explained.
Luke raised his eyebrows. "You were staying in your room? You, Mister 'I can never be by myself for more then five minutes or else I'll spontaneously combust' were by yourself? What's wrong with this picture?"
"It's just Brock's sister Fleur, I think—" He paused and looked at Luke, who was more then eager to listen about his brother's love life. "Wait, no, we're not talking about me. You were the one who nearly ran into me because you were so damn excited." He allowed himself to be led over to a group of chairs. "So spill it."
"Okay the other day I was interviewing Christian for WU and we ran into Molly and Stacy. Jericho was quick to join the fun we were having and he started insulting the two girls and I stood up for them."
Edge's eyes got wide and he just burst out laughing, unable to control himself. Luke watched his brother with a less-then-amused look on his face and Edge tried calming down. "I'm sorry, really, go ahead."
"No, what do you think is so funny?" Luke demanded.
"Dude, you are like one half of Jericho's size, you're smaller then Spike and you were trying to protect Stacy and Molly." He shrugged. "I don't know, it just seems humorous to me, that's all. But go ahead, sorry."
"So Jericho was saying some stuff and I was getting really verbal and loud at this point and Jericho and Christian both looked so shocked that they just stepped away after I made them promise to never bother any of the girls again." Luke finished with a proud look on his face, undaunted by the fact that it didn't really happen and Jericho just got distracted by some pretty girl instead, but those were minor details and Edge still looked impressed.
"Really?"
Luke nodded, resisting the urge to put his hands on his hips and let them fall at his side instead. "And then Molly asked me out."
"You made a girl ask you out?"
"Actually." Luke corrected quickly. "We were having lunch afterwards and she asked me to ask her out. Or something like that."
Edge nodded at the excited look on his younger brother's face. "Way to go Luke. So when are you guys gonna go out?" He pulled back out of the way as Luke jumped up out of the chair, an urgent look on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I forgot to ask her!" Luke called over his shoulder, already halfway down the hall as he sprinted towards Molly's room. "I'll talk to you later though!"
"Sure thing." Edge muttered, pushing off the incredibly uncomfortable backstage chairs. He quickly debated whether or not to go have a chat with Brock about his sister, but changed his mind when he saw the Next Big Thing stalk by without giving him a second glance, muttering something under his breath about how dead the FBI were going to be. "No need being the next person on his list of people to kill." Edge said to himself quietly, instead opting to get some last minute training in before the taping started.
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