Title: Fully Loaded, 2000.
Author: Jadedvixen. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Author's Note: This is my first WWE fanfic - and I'm pretty proud of it! ^_^ The only thing I need to comment on is the timeline is slightly muffled.. I know Lita and Matt began "dating" early 2001. But in this fic, they were already seeing each other during the time of this match.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Jeff, Lita, or any of the other WWE athletes I use in this fic. Vince McMahon does. If it were me, you could bet that Jeff and Lita would be together already! Or.. I'd just take Jeff for myself. Either way - I'd be happy!
Summery: Jeff, Lita and Matt reflect on their intergender 6 man tag team match at Fully Loaded, 2000.
Rating: PG-13. Some swearing present.
TimeLine: 2000 - Fully Loaded.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
***
Jeff stood in front of the mirror in the locker room, as he prepared for that night's match. He studied his reflection, cursing himself for not having the time to dye his hair again. The green, blue and purple was dull and faded now. Dull and faded were two of the words Jeff hated most.
It was No Mercy, and months had passed since Matt had asked Jeff to stop spending time with Lita. It had been hard at first, heart breaking almost, but he had to do it. The way things were before wasn't fair on Matt - and it certainly wasn't fair on Lita. She would hate him if she ever found out that while he was spending time alone with her, he was hiding how much he really wanted to be with her... if Lita ever found out that he had lied to her like that - he didn't even want to think about it.
The past three months had changed alot in their relationship. He hardly ever talked to her anymore. And when he did, it was always when Matt was around as well. It killed him to see them together, but it was something he just had to live with. The most painful thing though, throughout it all, was catching the looks she'd send his way sometimes. They were full of pain, hurt, and questions. She had no idea why he had suddenly drawn away from her, creating distance between them. And because they never spent any time alone anymore, she never had the chance to ask him why either.
Jeff was thankful for that. If Lita confronted him about his behaviour, he'd have no choice but to tell her everything. There was no way in the world he could lie to her, face to face. As it was, it was getting far too hard to control his feelings for her. It was becoming harder and harder to keep his feelings to himself.
The distance was supposed to make his feelings less intense - to hopefully give him some space to get over her. But instead, it only made them stronger. It was taking all his energy lately to walk away from her, when really all he ever wanted to do was scoop her up in his arms and carry her away.
Still staring into the mirror, Jeff saw Matt approach him from behind, and place his hand on Jeff's shoulder.
"You all prepared?"
Jeff nodded quietly. Over the last few months, some of the energy that he'd always had inside him had faded away.
Matt's eyes flashed, and Jeff recognised the look. He was focusing himself on the match - mentally preparing himself.
"Edge and Christian are just crossing the line now, don't you think? This whole 'Conquistadors' thing is just ridiculous! And to think some of the crowd actually BELIEVES it's not them.. God! I can't wait to just rip those masks off.."
Jeff turned away from the mirror to face his older brother.
"Just concentrate on getting the pin fall first Matt. Then we can take those masks off."
Matt smiled, winking at Jeff. "I know, but if I get the chance to expose them.. I'll take it."
Jeff shook his head, fully aware that once Matt had set his mind on something, there was no stopping him.
"Can we turn on the monitor? Lita's match is on now."
Jeff hated the fact that Lita was out there without them. He trusted Bradshaw and Farooq with Lita's safety - that wasn't even a question, for he knew the two APA members would protect Lita as best they could - he just hated the fact that he couldn't be there by her side.
Matt nodded, and switched on the screen.
Both brothers froze as their brains registered what was happening on the screen.
There, on the ramp, Test and Albert had cornered Lita. Trish had knocked her down from behind and was kicking her repeatedly towards the ring.
Jeff felt his heart rise to his throat. God, why couldn't they just leave her alone and follow the damn script?! They were supposed to injure the APA, so that they couldn't make it to the ring, but they weren't supposed to touch Lita. The script called for them to scare her, threaten her to another match with him and Matt. But this? This wasn't anywhere in the script!
Matt looked sideways at his brother.
"That's not supposed to happen... is it?"
Jeff didn't even bother to reply. All he could think about was that she-devil Trish Stratus kicking Lita over and over and over again... while those heartless bastards Test and Albert just looked on. This wasn't right.
He had to help her.
Without saying a word to Matt, Jeff raced out of the room and towards the ring. He pushed anyone who got in his way to the floor, speeding through the hall ways. There was only one thing he was focusing on - and that was getting to Lita.
He could hear Matt running through the hall way behind him. Good. He and Matt could beat Test and Albert into a bloody pulp together.
When he ran onto the ramp, he barely heard the fans scream. He put it all out of his mind. Just get to Lita. Keep her safe. Just get to Lita. Keep her safe...
Jeff ran straight to Albert. How he hated that man. He pounded his fists into him, and finally drove him out of the ring. He went straight to Lita. Matt was already helping her up, and she was holding her head. Her face was twisted with pain. Dear God - he hated seeing her so full of pain...
He put his hands on her head, on her shoulders.
"Li, God, are you okay?"
She looked up at him. Through the obvious pain that he could see in her eyes, he was sure he could see something else. Something he hadn't seen in her eyes for so long..
"Yeah Jeff. I'm okay."
***
Lita sat in the medical room by herself. She was atop the examining table, and was waiting for the medic to come back into the room. He had told her to wait for him while he went and got an ice pack for her ribs.
Trish had kicked the shit out of her. Lita shook her head. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. The feud was just for the show. In reality, her and Trish were quite close. But now - God, what was that vindictive bitch thinking? Attacking her like that? They were supposed to be friends...
She felt the tears spring to her eyes. No, no damn it. She wouldn't cry over her. If Trish could do this to her, then she didn't deserve her tears. She didn't deserve another thought from her.
Lita shifted on top of the table, and felt the pain burning in her ribs. Her hand flew down to her flesh, as she winced loudly. Where the hell was that medic anyway? He was taking his sweet time getting that ice pack... Boy, was that going to leave a bruising. She sighed. This would be the second time she suffered at the hands of Trish. True, the bruises she sustained from the table were natural. When you go through wood like that, it's only normal to receive some kind of bruising. But this time - this wasn't scripted. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Lita painfully grabbed the hem of her shirt, and raised it over her head. Sitting in her black bra, she glanced down at her sore flesh. It was red, and swollen. She ran her fingers over the swollen area, and hissed as she felt the pain shoot through her body.
She heard the door swing open slowly. "Bout time. I'm almost dying over here." She kept her gaze on her skin, examining it. "I hope you brought about five of those packs.. cause I'm gonna need more than one."
She looked up at the man standing in front of her, and nearly jumped back in surprise.
"Oh, Lita, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I should've knocked."
"No, it's alright Jeff. I just wasn't expecting you." Lita's eyes fell on Jeff, and she felt her stomach twirl around inside as she looked into his eyes. It had seemed like forever since she had last looked into those eyes.
Jeff reached out carefully, and placed his hand on her flesh tenderly. She winced softly.
"Why wouldn't you expect me? Of course I'd come and see how you were doing after an attack like that."
Lita felt his hand running over her aching ribs. She bit her lip hard, trying not to cry out.
Jeff looked up at her, expecting an answer.
"Well, lately you haven't - I mean, we haven't really.." She cleared her throat. There was a lump forming there, and she felt her eyes water again. Damn it. She wasn't going to cry...
Jeff's hand moved away from her ribs, and held her hands in his.
"I know. And I'm sorry but, I had to."
With that, she felt all the anger and frustration that had built up inside of her over the past few months rise to the surface. "Had to what? Ignore me completely? Pretend I didn't exist anymore?" A frown played on her face, and the tears that welled up in her eyes began to trickle down her cheek.
Jeff shook his head fiercely. "No, that's not.. well, it IS what I did but, it wasn't because I wanted to." His voice was calm, yet thick with emotion.
She brought a hand to her face, wiping away her tears with her palm.
"Yeah right, Jeff. I didn't see anyone holding a gun to your head."
The door opened once again, and the medic walked in with the ice pack.
"Sorry it took me so long, there's a couple of other casualties back there who needed some icing.." He smiled apologetically at Lita.
She nodded back at him. "It's alright." She turned to Jeff. "You should probably go.. I might be here for a little while."
He kept his gaze on her. "I'll stay."
"No Jeff.. I'd like it.. I want you to go please."
He paused, not sure whether to try and talk to her more, or just leave.
"Please Jeff.." Lita's voice cracked suddenly, before continuing. "Just leave."
As she watched Jeff walk out the door dejectedly, she let the tears fall.
"Um, do you want me to get you anything? Do you want me to leave you alone or.." The medic asked nervously, not sure how to react to her tears.
"No." She sniffled, staring at the closed door. "No, I've been left alone enough."
Author: Jadedvixen. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Author's Note: This is my first WWE fanfic - and I'm pretty proud of it! ^_^ The only thing I need to comment on is the timeline is slightly muffled.. I know Lita and Matt began "dating" early 2001. But in this fic, they were already seeing each other during the time of this match.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Jeff, Lita, or any of the other WWE athletes I use in this fic. Vince McMahon does. If it were me, you could bet that Jeff and Lita would be together already! Or.. I'd just take Jeff for myself. Either way - I'd be happy!
Summery: Jeff, Lita and Matt reflect on their intergender 6 man tag team match at Fully Loaded, 2000.
Rating: PG-13. Some swearing present.
TimeLine: 2000 - Fully Loaded.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
***
Jeff stood in front of the mirror in the locker room, as he prepared for that night's match. He studied his reflection, cursing himself for not having the time to dye his hair again. The green, blue and purple was dull and faded now. Dull and faded were two of the words Jeff hated most.
It was No Mercy, and months had passed since Matt had asked Jeff to stop spending time with Lita. It had been hard at first, heart breaking almost, but he had to do it. The way things were before wasn't fair on Matt - and it certainly wasn't fair on Lita. She would hate him if she ever found out that while he was spending time alone with her, he was hiding how much he really wanted to be with her... if Lita ever found out that he had lied to her like that - he didn't even want to think about it.
The past three months had changed alot in their relationship. He hardly ever talked to her anymore. And when he did, it was always when Matt was around as well. It killed him to see them together, but it was something he just had to live with. The most painful thing though, throughout it all, was catching the looks she'd send his way sometimes. They were full of pain, hurt, and questions. She had no idea why he had suddenly drawn away from her, creating distance between them. And because they never spent any time alone anymore, she never had the chance to ask him why either.
Jeff was thankful for that. If Lita confronted him about his behaviour, he'd have no choice but to tell her everything. There was no way in the world he could lie to her, face to face. As it was, it was getting far too hard to control his feelings for her. It was becoming harder and harder to keep his feelings to himself.
The distance was supposed to make his feelings less intense - to hopefully give him some space to get over her. But instead, it only made them stronger. It was taking all his energy lately to walk away from her, when really all he ever wanted to do was scoop her up in his arms and carry her away.
Still staring into the mirror, Jeff saw Matt approach him from behind, and place his hand on Jeff's shoulder.
"You all prepared?"
Jeff nodded quietly. Over the last few months, some of the energy that he'd always had inside him had faded away.
Matt's eyes flashed, and Jeff recognised the look. He was focusing himself on the match - mentally preparing himself.
"Edge and Christian are just crossing the line now, don't you think? This whole 'Conquistadors' thing is just ridiculous! And to think some of the crowd actually BELIEVES it's not them.. God! I can't wait to just rip those masks off.."
Jeff turned away from the mirror to face his older brother.
"Just concentrate on getting the pin fall first Matt. Then we can take those masks off."
Matt smiled, winking at Jeff. "I know, but if I get the chance to expose them.. I'll take it."
Jeff shook his head, fully aware that once Matt had set his mind on something, there was no stopping him.
"Can we turn on the monitor? Lita's match is on now."
Jeff hated the fact that Lita was out there without them. He trusted Bradshaw and Farooq with Lita's safety - that wasn't even a question, for he knew the two APA members would protect Lita as best they could - he just hated the fact that he couldn't be there by her side.
Matt nodded, and switched on the screen.
Both brothers froze as their brains registered what was happening on the screen.
There, on the ramp, Test and Albert had cornered Lita. Trish had knocked her down from behind and was kicking her repeatedly towards the ring.
Jeff felt his heart rise to his throat. God, why couldn't they just leave her alone and follow the damn script?! They were supposed to injure the APA, so that they couldn't make it to the ring, but they weren't supposed to touch Lita. The script called for them to scare her, threaten her to another match with him and Matt. But this? This wasn't anywhere in the script!
Matt looked sideways at his brother.
"That's not supposed to happen... is it?"
Jeff didn't even bother to reply. All he could think about was that she-devil Trish Stratus kicking Lita over and over and over again... while those heartless bastards Test and Albert just looked on. This wasn't right.
He had to help her.
Without saying a word to Matt, Jeff raced out of the room and towards the ring. He pushed anyone who got in his way to the floor, speeding through the hall ways. There was only one thing he was focusing on - and that was getting to Lita.
He could hear Matt running through the hall way behind him. Good. He and Matt could beat Test and Albert into a bloody pulp together.
When he ran onto the ramp, he barely heard the fans scream. He put it all out of his mind. Just get to Lita. Keep her safe. Just get to Lita. Keep her safe...
Jeff ran straight to Albert. How he hated that man. He pounded his fists into him, and finally drove him out of the ring. He went straight to Lita. Matt was already helping her up, and she was holding her head. Her face was twisted with pain. Dear God - he hated seeing her so full of pain...
He put his hands on her head, on her shoulders.
"Li, God, are you okay?"
She looked up at him. Through the obvious pain that he could see in her eyes, he was sure he could see something else. Something he hadn't seen in her eyes for so long..
"Yeah Jeff. I'm okay."
***
Lita sat in the medical room by herself. She was atop the examining table, and was waiting for the medic to come back into the room. He had told her to wait for him while he went and got an ice pack for her ribs.
Trish had kicked the shit out of her. Lita shook her head. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. The feud was just for the show. In reality, her and Trish were quite close. But now - God, what was that vindictive bitch thinking? Attacking her like that? They were supposed to be friends...
She felt the tears spring to her eyes. No, no damn it. She wouldn't cry over her. If Trish could do this to her, then she didn't deserve her tears. She didn't deserve another thought from her.
Lita shifted on top of the table, and felt the pain burning in her ribs. Her hand flew down to her flesh, as she winced loudly. Where the hell was that medic anyway? He was taking his sweet time getting that ice pack... Boy, was that going to leave a bruising. She sighed. This would be the second time she suffered at the hands of Trish. True, the bruises she sustained from the table were natural. When you go through wood like that, it's only normal to receive some kind of bruising. But this time - this wasn't scripted. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Lita painfully grabbed the hem of her shirt, and raised it over her head. Sitting in her black bra, she glanced down at her sore flesh. It was red, and swollen. She ran her fingers over the swollen area, and hissed as she felt the pain shoot through her body.
She heard the door swing open slowly. "Bout time. I'm almost dying over here." She kept her gaze on her skin, examining it. "I hope you brought about five of those packs.. cause I'm gonna need more than one."
She looked up at the man standing in front of her, and nearly jumped back in surprise.
"Oh, Lita, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I should've knocked."
"No, it's alright Jeff. I just wasn't expecting you." Lita's eyes fell on Jeff, and she felt her stomach twirl around inside as she looked into his eyes. It had seemed like forever since she had last looked into those eyes.
Jeff reached out carefully, and placed his hand on her flesh tenderly. She winced softly.
"Why wouldn't you expect me? Of course I'd come and see how you were doing after an attack like that."
Lita felt his hand running over her aching ribs. She bit her lip hard, trying not to cry out.
Jeff looked up at her, expecting an answer.
"Well, lately you haven't - I mean, we haven't really.." She cleared her throat. There was a lump forming there, and she felt her eyes water again. Damn it. She wasn't going to cry...
Jeff's hand moved away from her ribs, and held her hands in his.
"I know. And I'm sorry but, I had to."
With that, she felt all the anger and frustration that had built up inside of her over the past few months rise to the surface. "Had to what? Ignore me completely? Pretend I didn't exist anymore?" A frown played on her face, and the tears that welled up in her eyes began to trickle down her cheek.
Jeff shook his head fiercely. "No, that's not.. well, it IS what I did but, it wasn't because I wanted to." His voice was calm, yet thick with emotion.
She brought a hand to her face, wiping away her tears with her palm.
"Yeah right, Jeff. I didn't see anyone holding a gun to your head."
The door opened once again, and the medic walked in with the ice pack.
"Sorry it took me so long, there's a couple of other casualties back there who needed some icing.." He smiled apologetically at Lita.
She nodded back at him. "It's alright." She turned to Jeff. "You should probably go.. I might be here for a little while."
He kept his gaze on her. "I'll stay."
"No Jeff.. I'd like it.. I want you to go please."
He paused, not sure whether to try and talk to her more, or just leave.
"Please Jeff.." Lita's voice cracked suddenly, before continuing. "Just leave."
As she watched Jeff walk out the door dejectedly, she let the tears fall.
"Um, do you want me to get you anything? Do you want me to leave you alone or.." The medic asked nervously, not sure how to react to her tears.
"No." She sniffled, staring at the closed door. "No, I've been left alone enough."