Title:Breathe
Author:Mercedes
Email:Xtremechik009@yahoo.com
Rating:R
Disclaimer: I do not own Stephanie McMahon, Shane McMahon, Lita, or the Hardy Boyz
Spoilers:None
Notes/Content/Summary: This story picks up directly after the Wedding. During this time Rose has revealed that she and Vince married before Linda and Vince did and she and her daughter are entitled to the McMahon fortune and stocks. Stephanie has sued Rose for Slander and Libel when Rose went on "Good Morning America" and Announced that she was the wife of Vincent K. McMahon and her daughter should have the last name. No one has met this daughter yet. She also mentioned a few of the McMahon secrets that were not denied. This story begins right at the end of Stephanie and Jeff's Honeymoon in France.
Characters: Vince McMahon, Jeff Hardy, Stephanie McMahon (In Story she is known as Stephanie Hardy), Matt Hardy, Lita, Ronda(owns herself ), Rose Parker(owned by me), Shane McMahon, Linda McMahon, Edge, Mighty Molly(or Nora Greenwald), Desire Parker. Anyone else I didn't mention hasn't appeared in my outline.
"Jeff?" Stephanie woke up in the couple's large house in Cameron, NC. She'd instantly felt the cold beside her and realized her husband wasn't there. A strand of blonde hair strayed across her face and she pursed her lips and blew at it. The strand disappeared to the side. Suddenly she heard the roar of a motorcycle. She shook her head and sat up it was too soft to be a motorcycle. Looking out the window over their bed she saw Jeff riding around the motocross track that had been dug out in the back yard. She smiled and cocked her head to the side. Ever the big kid her husband popped a wheelie and kept on truckin'.
"WOOOHOOOO!!!" Jeff hollered hoping he didn't wake Stephanie up. He had an uncontrollable urge first in the morning to ride. The vibrations from the bike ran up his spine and added to the adrenaline rush. The loud rumble was loud and some how he heard a familiar tune off somewhere in the distance.
I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight dance across your face and I've
Never been this swept away
"Steph?" Jeff stepped into the house after loading his bike back into the garage. The music played on and he recognized it. He smiled. It was "Breathe" by Faith Hill. It was 'their' song. He walked up stairs to their room creeping slowly. The music getting louder. But then of course she could have had the radio playing throughout the house as she usually did.
All my thoughts seem to settle on the breeze
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
The only thing I hear
Is the beating of your heart
He pushed open the bedroom door softly and stepped inside. "Stephanie?" He looked around the room. His wife was no where to be found. Walking over to the buereu he picked up a picture of them on their wedding day. Running his thumb across the picture he remembered the day. POP! A sizzling sound seared through the song.
"SHIT!" Stephanie grasped her hand running her fingers over her skin. The bacon in the pan kept sizzling as if the cook hadn't been injured. She picked up a whisker and began to whisk the eggs in a small bowl. She set it down after a few moments and checked on the bacon. There was a burning smell that caught her nose. She looked down to the pots on the stove. Nothing was burning there. Her eyes widened.
"OHH CRAP!" She raced to the other side of the kitchen and pulled four pieces of scorched bread from the toaster oven. "Why ME!?" She cried out angrily tossing the toast outside in small pieces for the birds who all flew away at the dark pieces of bread. Shaking her head she returned to the bacon and eggs. She pulled the lid off and took a pair of metal tongs in her hand. She clalmped them over a done piece of bacon and pulled it from the pan. This deed was followed by several pops of grease on her fingers. She dropped the tongs and gripped her fingers.
"OW!" She sucked on them for a few seconds and stamped her foot. "I'll never be able to get this nuclear family, homecooking, non-I hoping, wife thing DOWN!" She grumbled kneeling to recover the tongs from the floor.
Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
Suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
"Stephy.." Stephanie leaned back into the loving embrace of her husband letting his lips travel languidly down her neck. She found herself falling into depths that no one not even jeff could understand. The bacon popped again and she jumped. He laughed.
"Jeff I can't do this." She looked into his green eyes that glittered with amusement. "Ok I'll admit it. I'm a spoiled rich brat who can't cook worth beans!"
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
"Yeah but you're my spoild rich brat who can't cook for beans!" Jeff kissed her full on her lips and took the tongs and her hand in his. "Now let's teach you how to cook."
"You are so corny!" She laughed and kissed his cheek. "Ok Mr. Cooking Master. Teach me."
In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
"Alright little Mrs. Hardy.. time for the framing of a lifetime." Desire smiled deviously down at the couple before disappearing up the stairs. The couple was so lost in their moment they hastened to notice Stephanie's twin and an mysterious figure climbing the stair case to the bedroom.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Desire asked once they reached the room and she began planting the smell and goods around the room.
"Ms. Parker-" The person started but stopped at the wild and angered look thrown in their direction. "Ms. McMahon." She nodded.
"I've been studying to do this most of my life. I've got everything ready. No one will know the difference when I slip right in. No one."
"Good.. I like that." She smiled spraying Stephanie's perfume on a bag that she'd placed underneath some of her travel stuff. "I like it a lot in a man."
"Good." He reached out and trailed a hand up her ride side. She shivered in disgust. Was what she was doing worth the revenge? She looked at a picture of Jeff and Stepahnie on their wedding day and made up her mind. "Because when we're done I want you."
"I want you too." She leaned back into his body. The phone rang and he jumped away from her and she let out a long breath she wasn't aware of herself holding in. They stood quietly until the phone was picked up.
"Hey Lita!" Stephanie said picking up the phone after taking up the food from the stove. "What's up?"
"I'm going up stairs to get changed." Jeff said kissing her cheek and climbing up the stairs. The man and Desire looked at each other in panic. They rushed to the window and began climbing out of the window Desire first and the man second.
Jeff walked into the Master bedroom taking off his shirt and tossing it in the wooden hamper stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He walked into the bedroom again to grab a towel and set out his new clothes and take off the rest. He walked to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and fox racing t-shirt. He went back to grab his sneakers and bent down to pick them up then sniffed. A familiar scent caught his senses. He whirled around smelling it all over the room. Walking over to the buerea and pulled out of the drawers searching through it. He found what he was looking for. Smokes, Pot, and xtasy pills. Her voice carried up the stairs which would make his heart sing but instead made anger flood through him. Looking at the picture on the buerea of him and Stephanie on their wedding day he knocked it off not even watching when it broke on the floor. He clutched the bag in his hand his rage taking control. He ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Stephanie was still on the phone her brow furrowed and face filled with concern. He didn't stop to think.
"Stephanie we need to talk.. NOW!" His voice quiet but brewing like the calm before the storm.
"Lita I'll call you back Ok?" She never took her eyes off him. She wondered what could possibly be wrong. She hung up the phone and set it on the counter. "Baby what's wrong?"
"Just what the hell are these?" Jeff held up the bag in her face.
"I don't know Jeff…Where'd you get them?" She asked actually taking a step back from her husband whom seemed more menacing than anything she'd been around in her life.
"Well Stephanie you should know that shouldn't you." He took a step towards her. "You Lied to me. You told me you were over it. And you do this!? How can I trust you?"
"Maybe your sister is right. Maybe she's not the lying decietful bitch. Maybe that's you." He tossed the bag at her and turned away from her.
"But Jeff I didn't… I wouldn't…I.." She started tears briming in her eyes. She looked at the drugs on the floor and kicked them. They skittered away under the table. She heard the front door slam shut and Jeff's car rumble. She slid to the floor pulling her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth. She didn't feel the salty tears slide down her cheeks or the cold floor. The phone rang and it didn't matter to her. She barely acknowledged the sound. She thought she had no more tears when her father died. To her at that moment it seemed her family died as a whole.
"Shit.." Jeff pulled over on the side of the road 5 and a half miles from his home. He leaned his head on the steering wheel he'd jumped the gun again. What if she didn't do the drugs. What if they were planted there before he came to the room. There were so many things he didn't know, and the thought of not knowing scared him. He liked to be in control of his own destiny. When he wasn't he felt usless and powerless. He sat up straight and rubbed his face with his hands. He should have let her speak at least he would have known for sure that she'd lied. Shaking his head he opened the door and climbed out of the vehicle. He leaned up against it and let the sun hit his face while he took a well needed deep breath. That breath was the last one he'd take or so was his last thought as a hand clamped over his mouth and that powerless struggle surrounded him. He crumpled to the ground and was pulled behind the car.
"Stephanie I know you're home pick up! Somethings wrong please tell me what's going on! Jeff if stephanie won't pick up will you please just do it and explain to me.." Lita's voice came over the answering machine for what seemed like the thousandth time. Stephanie picked up the phone and put it back on the hook. She stared at it for a second and then it rang. In a fit of rage she tore the cord from the wall and tossed the phone to the far side of the living room. She turned her blue eyes back to the television set. She watched the reception after she and Jeff had gotten married. She watched on the screen how he leaned in and kissed her. She touched her lips and began to cry once again. She felt nothing beyond a dull pain. Jeff didn't trust her. Didn't she have the right to be trusted. A voice in her head told her she didn't and she began to cry again. What was wrong with her.
"Stephanie?" David Morris opened the door to his new home. He smiled. Walking further into the house and into the living room he found his new wife asleep on the couch. David leaned in and pecked her cheek and picked her up. He carried her up stairs to their room.
"Jeff?" Stephanie opened her eyes and looked up at her husband or what she thought was her husband. His touch was diffent and his smell wasn't the same. She shook her head just as he laid her down and laid with her.
"I'm here baby. I'm so sorry I didn't give you the benefit of the doubt. Forgive me please." He brushed his lips with hers and she recoiled. "I love you." She closed her eyes and pretened to be asleep when he wrapped his arms around her. She hoped her façade worked. She couldn't confront the man beside her. Not yet.
Well……todja lotsa stuff waz gonna happen!
Well not really but one big thing!!!
*waves at ronda and keena*
HAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok please review y'all it would mean a lot! Love yaz buh bye!
Author:Mercedes
Email:Xtremechik009@yahoo.com
Rating:R
Disclaimer: I do not own Stephanie McMahon, Shane McMahon, Lita, or the Hardy Boyz
Spoilers:None
Notes/Content/Summary: This story picks up directly after the Wedding. During this time Rose has revealed that she and Vince married before Linda and Vince did and she and her daughter are entitled to the McMahon fortune and stocks. Stephanie has sued Rose for Slander and Libel when Rose went on "Good Morning America" and Announced that she was the wife of Vincent K. McMahon and her daughter should have the last name. No one has met this daughter yet. She also mentioned a few of the McMahon secrets that were not denied. This story begins right at the end of Stephanie and Jeff's Honeymoon in France.
Characters: Vince McMahon, Jeff Hardy, Stephanie McMahon (In Story she is known as Stephanie Hardy), Matt Hardy, Lita, Ronda(owns herself ), Rose Parker(owned by me), Shane McMahon, Linda McMahon, Edge, Mighty Molly(or Nora Greenwald), Desire Parker. Anyone else I didn't mention hasn't appeared in my outline.
"Jeff?" Stephanie woke up in the couple's large house in Cameron, NC. She'd instantly felt the cold beside her and realized her husband wasn't there. A strand of blonde hair strayed across her face and she pursed her lips and blew at it. The strand disappeared to the side. Suddenly she heard the roar of a motorcycle. She shook her head and sat up it was too soft to be a motorcycle. Looking out the window over their bed she saw Jeff riding around the motocross track that had been dug out in the back yard. She smiled and cocked her head to the side. Ever the big kid her husband popped a wheelie and kept on truckin'.
"WOOOHOOOO!!!" Jeff hollered hoping he didn't wake Stephanie up. He had an uncontrollable urge first in the morning to ride. The vibrations from the bike ran up his spine and added to the adrenaline rush. The loud rumble was loud and some how he heard a familiar tune off somewhere in the distance.
I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight dance across your face and I've
Never been this swept away
"Steph?" Jeff stepped into the house after loading his bike back into the garage. The music played on and he recognized it. He smiled. It was "Breathe" by Faith Hill. It was 'their' song. He walked up stairs to their room creeping slowly. The music getting louder. But then of course she could have had the radio playing throughout the house as she usually did.
All my thoughts seem to settle on the breeze
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
The only thing I hear
Is the beating of your heart
He pushed open the bedroom door softly and stepped inside. "Stephanie?" He looked around the room. His wife was no where to be found. Walking over to the buereu he picked up a picture of them on their wedding day. Running his thumb across the picture he remembered the day. POP! A sizzling sound seared through the song.
"SHIT!" Stephanie grasped her hand running her fingers over her skin. The bacon in the pan kept sizzling as if the cook hadn't been injured. She picked up a whisker and began to whisk the eggs in a small bowl. She set it down after a few moments and checked on the bacon. There was a burning smell that caught her nose. She looked down to the pots on the stove. Nothing was burning there. Her eyes widened.
"OHH CRAP!" She raced to the other side of the kitchen and pulled four pieces of scorched bread from the toaster oven. "Why ME!?" She cried out angrily tossing the toast outside in small pieces for the birds who all flew away at the dark pieces of bread. Shaking her head she returned to the bacon and eggs. She pulled the lid off and took a pair of metal tongs in her hand. She clalmped them over a done piece of bacon and pulled it from the pan. This deed was followed by several pops of grease on her fingers. She dropped the tongs and gripped her fingers.
"OW!" She sucked on them for a few seconds and stamped her foot. "I'll never be able to get this nuclear family, homecooking, non-I hoping, wife thing DOWN!" She grumbled kneeling to recover the tongs from the floor.
Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
Suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
"Stephy.." Stephanie leaned back into the loving embrace of her husband letting his lips travel languidly down her neck. She found herself falling into depths that no one not even jeff could understand. The bacon popped again and she jumped. He laughed.
"Jeff I can't do this." She looked into his green eyes that glittered with amusement. "Ok I'll admit it. I'm a spoiled rich brat who can't cook worth beans!"
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
"Yeah but you're my spoild rich brat who can't cook for beans!" Jeff kissed her full on her lips and took the tongs and her hand in his. "Now let's teach you how to cook."
"You are so corny!" She laughed and kissed his cheek. "Ok Mr. Cooking Master. Teach me."
In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
"Alright little Mrs. Hardy.. time for the framing of a lifetime." Desire smiled deviously down at the couple before disappearing up the stairs. The couple was so lost in their moment they hastened to notice Stephanie's twin and an mysterious figure climbing the stair case to the bedroom.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Desire asked once they reached the room and she began planting the smell and goods around the room.
"Ms. Parker-" The person started but stopped at the wild and angered look thrown in their direction. "Ms. McMahon." She nodded.
"I've been studying to do this most of my life. I've got everything ready. No one will know the difference when I slip right in. No one."
"Good.. I like that." She smiled spraying Stephanie's perfume on a bag that she'd placed underneath some of her travel stuff. "I like it a lot in a man."
"Good." He reached out and trailed a hand up her ride side. She shivered in disgust. Was what she was doing worth the revenge? She looked at a picture of Jeff and Stepahnie on their wedding day and made up her mind. "Because when we're done I want you."
"I want you too." She leaned back into his body. The phone rang and he jumped away from her and she let out a long breath she wasn't aware of herself holding in. They stood quietly until the phone was picked up.
"Hey Lita!" Stephanie said picking up the phone after taking up the food from the stove. "What's up?"
"I'm going up stairs to get changed." Jeff said kissing her cheek and climbing up the stairs. The man and Desire looked at each other in panic. They rushed to the window and began climbing out of the window Desire first and the man second.
Jeff walked into the Master bedroom taking off his shirt and tossing it in the wooden hamper stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He walked into the bedroom again to grab a towel and set out his new clothes and take off the rest. He walked to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and fox racing t-shirt. He went back to grab his sneakers and bent down to pick them up then sniffed. A familiar scent caught his senses. He whirled around smelling it all over the room. Walking over to the buerea and pulled out of the drawers searching through it. He found what he was looking for. Smokes, Pot, and xtasy pills. Her voice carried up the stairs which would make his heart sing but instead made anger flood through him. Looking at the picture on the buerea of him and Stephanie on their wedding day he knocked it off not even watching when it broke on the floor. He clutched the bag in his hand his rage taking control. He ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Stephanie was still on the phone her brow furrowed and face filled with concern. He didn't stop to think.
"Stephanie we need to talk.. NOW!" His voice quiet but brewing like the calm before the storm.
"Lita I'll call you back Ok?" She never took her eyes off him. She wondered what could possibly be wrong. She hung up the phone and set it on the counter. "Baby what's wrong?"
"Just what the hell are these?" Jeff held up the bag in her face.
"I don't know Jeff…Where'd you get them?" She asked actually taking a step back from her husband whom seemed more menacing than anything she'd been around in her life.
"Well Stephanie you should know that shouldn't you." He took a step towards her. "You Lied to me. You told me you were over it. And you do this!? How can I trust you?"
"Maybe your sister is right. Maybe she's not the lying decietful bitch. Maybe that's you." He tossed the bag at her and turned away from her.
"But Jeff I didn't… I wouldn't…I.." She started tears briming in her eyes. She looked at the drugs on the floor and kicked them. They skittered away under the table. She heard the front door slam shut and Jeff's car rumble. She slid to the floor pulling her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth. She didn't feel the salty tears slide down her cheeks or the cold floor. The phone rang and it didn't matter to her. She barely acknowledged the sound. She thought she had no more tears when her father died. To her at that moment it seemed her family died as a whole.
"Shit.." Jeff pulled over on the side of the road 5 and a half miles from his home. He leaned his head on the steering wheel he'd jumped the gun again. What if she didn't do the drugs. What if they were planted there before he came to the room. There were so many things he didn't know, and the thought of not knowing scared him. He liked to be in control of his own destiny. When he wasn't he felt usless and powerless. He sat up straight and rubbed his face with his hands. He should have let her speak at least he would have known for sure that she'd lied. Shaking his head he opened the door and climbed out of the vehicle. He leaned up against it and let the sun hit his face while he took a well needed deep breath. That breath was the last one he'd take or so was his last thought as a hand clamped over his mouth and that powerless struggle surrounded him. He crumpled to the ground and was pulled behind the car.
"Stephanie I know you're home pick up! Somethings wrong please tell me what's going on! Jeff if stephanie won't pick up will you please just do it and explain to me.." Lita's voice came over the answering machine for what seemed like the thousandth time. Stephanie picked up the phone and put it back on the hook. She stared at it for a second and then it rang. In a fit of rage she tore the cord from the wall and tossed the phone to the far side of the living room. She turned her blue eyes back to the television set. She watched the reception after she and Jeff had gotten married. She watched on the screen how he leaned in and kissed her. She touched her lips and began to cry once again. She felt nothing beyond a dull pain. Jeff didn't trust her. Didn't she have the right to be trusted. A voice in her head told her she didn't and she began to cry again. What was wrong with her.
"Stephanie?" David Morris opened the door to his new home. He smiled. Walking further into the house and into the living room he found his new wife asleep on the couch. David leaned in and pecked her cheek and picked her up. He carried her up stairs to their room.
"Jeff?" Stephanie opened her eyes and looked up at her husband or what she thought was her husband. His touch was diffent and his smell wasn't the same. She shook her head just as he laid her down and laid with her.
"I'm here baby. I'm so sorry I didn't give you the benefit of the doubt. Forgive me please." He brushed his lips with hers and she recoiled. "I love you." She closed her eyes and pretened to be asleep when he wrapped his arms around her. She hoped her façade worked. She couldn't confront the man beside her. Not yet.
Well……todja lotsa stuff waz gonna happen!
Well not really but one big thing!!!
*waves at ronda and keena*
HAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok please review y'all it would mean a lot! Love yaz buh bye!
