Title- I'm not Afraid Of You

Author- Moi [Dani]

Email-mochasoul13@hotmail.com

Rating-PG-13

Disclaimer-All Characters Belong to the WWE

Spoilers-none

Notes- Idea popped into my head, hope you like it.

Summary—Lita/Jericho fic. Heyman seems to have a thing against Lita. Why he seems to hate her is the mystery



It was the perfect opportunity. Heyman was distracting the ref, and both Hardy's were down. This was her cue, she was to do the hurricanrana on Brock, and quickly exit the ring. Lita quickly jumped onto the ring apron, and climbed onto the top turnbuckle. She stayed there perched, waiting for Brock to turn around. A second later, Lita was on Brock's shoulders, screaming. This wasn't in the script; he was to take the hurricanrana. Instead, she ended up getting the triple powerbomb, leaving Lita on the verge of consciousness. She couldn't remember what happened, but she did hear the bell ring. Lita opened her eyes and saw Matt. She was being carried backstage, with Jeff following behind them. Lita felt the curtain brush against her arm.

"Alright Matt, I'll take it from here."

Lita smiled. It was Jericho, her newfound love. Matt put her on her feet, and almost immediately was wrapped in Jericho's arms.

"You alright, I saw what happened."

"Uhh, yeah I'll be fine."

"Good"

Lita loved being in his arms, absolutely loved it. She felt so safe, and comfortable.

"Uh oh." Jericho murmured.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Here comes Big Mac"

Lita turned her head and saw Vince storming through the narrow hallways. He was livid, and Lita was glad. She knew who he was looking for. Brock and Paul. Vince passed the two, and continued to walk down the hallways. Both she and Jericho smirked when they heard the sound of a slamming door echoing through the hallways.



"WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?"

"Er, Brock thought he'd spice up the match a little." Paul squeaked.

"I DON'T THINK SO! BOTH YOU AND I KNOW LITA DID NOT DESERVE THAT. IF YOU EVER PULL SOMETHING LIKE THAT OFF AGAIN, I PROMISE YOU, YOU BOTH WILL BE FIRED!" It looked like the vein in Vince's head was about to pop.

"Yessir"

Vince left the room still obviously pissed. Paul turned to Brock.

"You did good Lesnar, too bad we can't continue to punish her for what she did."



The show was over, and there was a knock on Jericho's door.

"Yeah, come in."

The door knob turned, and the door opened. Lita walked in, her bag over her shoulder.

"You ready?"

"As always."

Jericho stood, grabbed his bag and met Lita at the doorframe. She took his hand and laced their fingers together. Jericho smiled, and they walked outside to the parking lot. Jericho put their bags in the trunk as Lita slowly got into the passenger side. Her lower back was killing her. She figured she'd take a couple of painkillers once at the hotel. The hotel…she needed a good nights rest.