A/N: So? How'd y'all liked my last chapter? Naomi's pregnant but when she
did a moonsault, she did land pretty hard. Will she have a miscarriage? And
what about the others? How will Jeff react? Would Denny actually come for
his prize? This chapter explains it all. Well, most of it. Just read on! Oh
yeah, I'm giving up. I'll try my very best to come up with a nice plot for
Naomi and Jeff, ok?!
"Ugh, I don't feel so good anymore," Naomi mumbled to herself, clutching her stomach. Jeff looked positively worried.
"Nami, are you all right?" he asked.
"What? Yes, I'm fine, just a little sick," she mumbled.
"You sure? Because you don't look too good," Jeff looked a little pale. Before Naomi could answer, she started stumbling. Her head was killing her and it was throbbing madly.
Jeff noticed that Naomi was acting weird. She wasn't walking straight, for one, and she looked even paler than him. Even before he could ask her what was wrong, she fell limply forwards.
"Nami!" he exclaimed, catching her before she could really fall onto the hard ground. He held her straight for a while and turned her to face him. Her eyes were closed and she felt a little cold.
"Damn! She's unconscious!" he realized and ran towards the Divas' locker room. When he kicked the door open, only Trish was there and she was zipping up her jeans.
"Jeff! What's wrong? What happened to Naomi?!" Trish's eyes went wide-eyed as she saw the lifeless Naomi.
"She suddenly fainted. Trish, help me bring her to the hospital," Jeff said breathlessly. Trish looked a little awestruck but nodded and went to help Jeff bring Naomi to the nearest hospital. A few traffic junctions and a mild traffic jam later, they reached the hospital. Naomi still hadn't regained consciousness.
"Ma'am! I'd like someone to check my friend over!" Jeff said to the nurse at the counter.
"Ok, I'll have a stretcher. She'll be in for some checkup," the nurse assured Jeff. Naomi was brought onto a stretcher and wheeled somewhere else.
"Jeff? What happened to Naomi?" Trish's concerned voice asked Jeff.
"I-I don't know. We were walking backstage and she was mumbling something. Then suddenly, she fainted like that," Jeff answered shakily.
"Well Jeff, I have to tell you something," Trish began hesitantly.
"What is it, Trish?" Jeff asked.
"It's about Naomi. Well, she thinks that she's, well, pregnant," Trish said, trying not to look Jeff in the eye. It didn't work. Jeff looked shocked.
"Who did that to her?" he demanded quietly.
"She said it was her ex-boyfriend, Denny Jackson. But that bastard didn't tell her exactly who told him that. But Naomi's been getting the signs that she's pregnant," Trish bit her bottom lip worriedly. A doctor walked out. "Is anyone of you related to Miss Naomi Stevens?" the doctor asked. Both Jeff and Trish stood up.
"We're her close friends," Jeff told the doctor.
"Okay, well, the good news is, she's not in a critical condition. She's fine. The reason she was unconscious was the lack of blood flowing through her. It seems that she hasn't been eating well," the doctor launched into an explanation.
"Is she pregnant?" Trish blurted out. The doctor looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Miss Stevens has no growth in her stomach. She isn't pregnant," the doctor said, a hint of surprise in his voice. Jeff sighed with relief. It was false alarm after all.
"She's conscious now, you may see her and then she'll be out," the doctor nodded. Jeff and Trish rushed to the ward where Naomi was. She was sitting up and looked up when they came in.
"Hey Jeffy, hey Trish," she said weakly.
"Nami! Thank God, you're all right! Guess what? The doctor says you aren't pregnant!" Trish ran towards Naomi first.
"Oh, thank God! Now Denny won't have to take me away now," she sighed with relief. Jeff looked firm.
"Nami, tell me the deal between you and Denny," Jeff ordered. The girl bit her lip and told Jeff everything about Denny. When she had finished, Jeff was holding her in his arms and she was crying badly.
"I just didn't know what I'd do," she sobbed. Trish was gently stroking her hair.
"Okay, once we get back to the hotel, we'll plan something, ok?" Trish tried to comfort the still crying girl. Naomi did stifle her cries and then, it subsided.
"Miss Stevens?" the doctor walked in. Trish looked up.
"Yes, doctor?" she asked for Jeff and Naomi.
"She's free to go. Just gather up her things, sign out at the counter and she's ready to go," the doctor informed them, smiling and then left.
"Creepy guy," Trish said to herself. Jeff did hear what the doctor had said so before Trish could talk, he'd stood up and helped Naomi to get ready. The nurse at the counter was looking curiously at Jeff's paintings. (A/N: I don't know why I didn't do this sooner, LOL!) Jeff had his arm around Naomi's shoulder and she was resting on his shoulder. A brown-haired guy walked past them but he looked familiar. Trish saw that Naomi had noticed the guy too and had her head turned so that she could see the guy. When Trish saw Naomi's widening eyes, she knew that it was definitely Denny.
"Omigod," Naomi whispered.
"Nami, do you know why he's in the hospital right now? Especially in the middle of the night?" Trish whispered back, determined not to let Jeff know. "Girls, hurry it up!" Jeff exclaimed as he opened the door to his rental car. Naomi looked nervous and kept looking back at the old hospital building. Jeff noticed this and pulled her arm so that she would look at him.
"Don't worry, Nami, I will take good care of you. Don't worry, he won't come near you, ok?" Jeff assured her with a peck on her lips. She nodded slowly, smiling, and got into the back with Trish. Jeff could hear the girls talking but didn't know what they were exactly talking about. Not long enough, they reached the hotel.
"Right, Nami, you can choose. Either ask one of us two to stay with you or you stay in your room alone," Jeff said, turning to Naomi. She pondered her choices for a while.
"I think I'll stay alone, thanks. I just kinda wanna be with my thoughts for a while," she answered very softly.
"Ok girl, if you need anything, I'm only two doors away," Trish hugged her and left. Jeff looked into her clear blue eyes.
"Look Nami, you're my tag team partner. I don't want you hurt, ok? I'm just opposite you so if you need anything, just knock, ok?" Jeff said, hugging her.
"I'll be fine, Jeff," she said, gently pushing him away from her. She turned and walked down the hallway from the lift to her room. Naomi sighed. She needed a well-deserved rest and her body was positively aching. She closed the door behind her and turned on the lights. Suddenly, a cold but rough hand clamped over her mouth, muffling out any sound immediately.
"Hey babe, glad you decided to come back," a deep, rough but familiar voice growled in her ear. Reality started sinking in on her. He'd came for her. That bastard said two weeks! Furious, Naomi elbowed his stomach and made him let his grip on her mouth go.
"You bastard! I thought you said two weeks, Denny!" she hissed, trying not to make a commotion. The guy growled, obviously in pain from the early punch. He managed to stand up straight later.
"Heh, two weeks? Why would I wait that long to get you? Once you're out of this joint, we'll go back to North Carolina and you'll be my bride," he grinned freakily. Naomi shuddered, thinking that she was lucky she still wasn't dating him.
"I will never, in a million years, BE YOUR FUCKING BRIDE!" she exclaimed.
"Fine, then, I'll just have to force you in bed with me so we could go home," Denny smirked, reaching to unzip his pants.
"Denny, who the HELL told you that I was in Canada?" Naomi asked suspiciously, stalling for time.
"I didn't. WWE always moves, right? So, I checked on a website and found out," Denny answered, unbuttoning his jeans.
"I'll just have to de-virginize you, my sweet angel," Denny grinned his scary grin that Naomi used to think that was cute.
"Wait a minute. You knew, didn't you?" Naomi asked, her eyes narrowing. Denny looked innocent.
"Knew what?" he asked, an angelic tone in his voice.
"Denny James Jackson, don't play dumb with me! I know what you're getting at! Once you de-virginize me and get me pregnant, you're bringing me home as your property! I'm not standing this! I'm leaving!" Naomi said angrily, turning to open the door. It was a big mistake. Once her back was turned, Denny grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her onto the bed. Seeing she was helpless, he pounced on her and pinned her down, unbuckling his pants at the same time.
"Well bitch, I think it's time for you to come back home to where you belong," he said.
"Never!" Naomi spat out, viciously kicking away from him. He rubbed his head from being knocked down and onto the floor.
"Damn whore! You dirty slut! I bet you'd give your body away to that bastard there. What's his name again? The 'what Xtreme' guy?" Denny taunted cruelly.
"His name is Jeff Hardy, Denny. And he happens to be a lot nicer than you! Besides, I'd rather give my body to him than you!" Naomi added for a little danger effect. That hit the nail right on the head. Denny lunged forward and grabbed the front of Naomi's black tank top. Unfortunately, she pulled it right out of his grasp but ended up ripping the clothing, revealing her strapless black bra.
"Dammit!" Naomi cursed before bolting out or her room and opening the door to the opposite room, Jeff's room, and falling heavily on her butt while kicking the door shut. Her sudden appearance made Jeff look up from his poetry, startled.
"Nami! Why are you here!? What is with that clothing? What happened to you?!" Jeff exclaimed. Naomi didn't answer except to run to him, using him as a shield.
"Nami, wha-?" Jeff didn't get to finish as his room door burst open again. A brown-haired guy leered at Naomi, who was still cowering behind him.
"Where's Naomi? And who the hell are you?!" the guy growled. Jeff remained defiant.
"I'm Naomi's friend. Who the hell ARE YOU!?" Jeff retaliated furiously.
"I happen to be her boyfriend. Now get out of my way!" the guy growled again.
"Don't let him near me, don't let him near me, oh God," Jeff could hear Naomi whimpering. It crushed him to know that someone close, like Naomi, was being tormented like this.
"If you want her, get through me first," Jeff challenged. The guy raised an eyebrow and attempted to push Jeff away but the guy didn't budge.
"Nami, when he's occupied, go! Run away!" Jeff commanded. Naomi nodded her grip on his shirt never loosening. The guy attempted a swipe at Jeff's face but missed. Naomi took the opportunity to run off and get Trish. She burst into Trish's room and saw the blond Canadian breaking a nice lip lock from Chris Irvine.
"Trish! I need help! It's Jeff, he, and Denny are," she panted heavily.
"Nami, what happened to you? Why are you wearing ripped clothes?" Trish asked curiously.
"No time to talk, Jeff needs help," Naomi said. Chris didn't bother to ask anymore but sped out of the room at top speed. Trish and Naomi followed suit and returned to see Denny being dragged out by cops and Jeff being tended to a bruised eye and a cut lip.
"Omigod! Jeff, are you all right?!" Naomi exclaimed as the two girls ran up to Jeff.
"Just peachy. Thank goodness Lance called the cops," Stacy informed them.
"What just happened to you, girl!?" Lisa Marie asked, noting Naomi's ripped tank top.
"Long story, and it ended here," Naomi answered bluntly.
A/N: Okies! That was long!!! I'm continuing this on another chapter. I know this didn't turn out too well, don't lie. Kill me if you want. But I'm trying. Oh yeah, Naomi isn't pregnant! Yay! Byez all! See ya next chappie! Oh yeah, questions must be asked in reviews.
"Ugh, I don't feel so good anymore," Naomi mumbled to herself, clutching her stomach. Jeff looked positively worried.
"Nami, are you all right?" he asked.
"What? Yes, I'm fine, just a little sick," she mumbled.
"You sure? Because you don't look too good," Jeff looked a little pale. Before Naomi could answer, she started stumbling. Her head was killing her and it was throbbing madly.
Jeff noticed that Naomi was acting weird. She wasn't walking straight, for one, and she looked even paler than him. Even before he could ask her what was wrong, she fell limply forwards.
"Nami!" he exclaimed, catching her before she could really fall onto the hard ground. He held her straight for a while and turned her to face him. Her eyes were closed and she felt a little cold.
"Damn! She's unconscious!" he realized and ran towards the Divas' locker room. When he kicked the door open, only Trish was there and she was zipping up her jeans.
"Jeff! What's wrong? What happened to Naomi?!" Trish's eyes went wide-eyed as she saw the lifeless Naomi.
"She suddenly fainted. Trish, help me bring her to the hospital," Jeff said breathlessly. Trish looked a little awestruck but nodded and went to help Jeff bring Naomi to the nearest hospital. A few traffic junctions and a mild traffic jam later, they reached the hospital. Naomi still hadn't regained consciousness.
"Ma'am! I'd like someone to check my friend over!" Jeff said to the nurse at the counter.
"Ok, I'll have a stretcher. She'll be in for some checkup," the nurse assured Jeff. Naomi was brought onto a stretcher and wheeled somewhere else.
"Jeff? What happened to Naomi?" Trish's concerned voice asked Jeff.
"I-I don't know. We were walking backstage and she was mumbling something. Then suddenly, she fainted like that," Jeff answered shakily.
"Well Jeff, I have to tell you something," Trish began hesitantly.
"What is it, Trish?" Jeff asked.
"It's about Naomi. Well, she thinks that she's, well, pregnant," Trish said, trying not to look Jeff in the eye. It didn't work. Jeff looked shocked.
"Who did that to her?" he demanded quietly.
"She said it was her ex-boyfriend, Denny Jackson. But that bastard didn't tell her exactly who told him that. But Naomi's been getting the signs that she's pregnant," Trish bit her bottom lip worriedly. A doctor walked out. "Is anyone of you related to Miss Naomi Stevens?" the doctor asked. Both Jeff and Trish stood up.
"We're her close friends," Jeff told the doctor.
"Okay, well, the good news is, she's not in a critical condition. She's fine. The reason she was unconscious was the lack of blood flowing through her. It seems that she hasn't been eating well," the doctor launched into an explanation.
"Is she pregnant?" Trish blurted out. The doctor looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Miss Stevens has no growth in her stomach. She isn't pregnant," the doctor said, a hint of surprise in his voice. Jeff sighed with relief. It was false alarm after all.
"She's conscious now, you may see her and then she'll be out," the doctor nodded. Jeff and Trish rushed to the ward where Naomi was. She was sitting up and looked up when they came in.
"Hey Jeffy, hey Trish," she said weakly.
"Nami! Thank God, you're all right! Guess what? The doctor says you aren't pregnant!" Trish ran towards Naomi first.
"Oh, thank God! Now Denny won't have to take me away now," she sighed with relief. Jeff looked firm.
"Nami, tell me the deal between you and Denny," Jeff ordered. The girl bit her lip and told Jeff everything about Denny. When she had finished, Jeff was holding her in his arms and she was crying badly.
"I just didn't know what I'd do," she sobbed. Trish was gently stroking her hair.
"Okay, once we get back to the hotel, we'll plan something, ok?" Trish tried to comfort the still crying girl. Naomi did stifle her cries and then, it subsided.
"Miss Stevens?" the doctor walked in. Trish looked up.
"Yes, doctor?" she asked for Jeff and Naomi.
"She's free to go. Just gather up her things, sign out at the counter and she's ready to go," the doctor informed them, smiling and then left.
"Creepy guy," Trish said to herself. Jeff did hear what the doctor had said so before Trish could talk, he'd stood up and helped Naomi to get ready. The nurse at the counter was looking curiously at Jeff's paintings. (A/N: I don't know why I didn't do this sooner, LOL!) Jeff had his arm around Naomi's shoulder and she was resting on his shoulder. A brown-haired guy walked past them but he looked familiar. Trish saw that Naomi had noticed the guy too and had her head turned so that she could see the guy. When Trish saw Naomi's widening eyes, she knew that it was definitely Denny.
"Omigod," Naomi whispered.
"Nami, do you know why he's in the hospital right now? Especially in the middle of the night?" Trish whispered back, determined not to let Jeff know. "Girls, hurry it up!" Jeff exclaimed as he opened the door to his rental car. Naomi looked nervous and kept looking back at the old hospital building. Jeff noticed this and pulled her arm so that she would look at him.
"Don't worry, Nami, I will take good care of you. Don't worry, he won't come near you, ok?" Jeff assured her with a peck on her lips. She nodded slowly, smiling, and got into the back with Trish. Jeff could hear the girls talking but didn't know what they were exactly talking about. Not long enough, they reached the hotel.
"Right, Nami, you can choose. Either ask one of us two to stay with you or you stay in your room alone," Jeff said, turning to Naomi. She pondered her choices for a while.
"I think I'll stay alone, thanks. I just kinda wanna be with my thoughts for a while," she answered very softly.
"Ok girl, if you need anything, I'm only two doors away," Trish hugged her and left. Jeff looked into her clear blue eyes.
"Look Nami, you're my tag team partner. I don't want you hurt, ok? I'm just opposite you so if you need anything, just knock, ok?" Jeff said, hugging her.
"I'll be fine, Jeff," she said, gently pushing him away from her. She turned and walked down the hallway from the lift to her room. Naomi sighed. She needed a well-deserved rest and her body was positively aching. She closed the door behind her and turned on the lights. Suddenly, a cold but rough hand clamped over her mouth, muffling out any sound immediately.
"Hey babe, glad you decided to come back," a deep, rough but familiar voice growled in her ear. Reality started sinking in on her. He'd came for her. That bastard said two weeks! Furious, Naomi elbowed his stomach and made him let his grip on her mouth go.
"You bastard! I thought you said two weeks, Denny!" she hissed, trying not to make a commotion. The guy growled, obviously in pain from the early punch. He managed to stand up straight later.
"Heh, two weeks? Why would I wait that long to get you? Once you're out of this joint, we'll go back to North Carolina and you'll be my bride," he grinned freakily. Naomi shuddered, thinking that she was lucky she still wasn't dating him.
"I will never, in a million years, BE YOUR FUCKING BRIDE!" she exclaimed.
"Fine, then, I'll just have to force you in bed with me so we could go home," Denny smirked, reaching to unzip his pants.
"Denny, who the HELL told you that I was in Canada?" Naomi asked suspiciously, stalling for time.
"I didn't. WWE always moves, right? So, I checked on a website and found out," Denny answered, unbuttoning his jeans.
"I'll just have to de-virginize you, my sweet angel," Denny grinned his scary grin that Naomi used to think that was cute.
"Wait a minute. You knew, didn't you?" Naomi asked, her eyes narrowing. Denny looked innocent.
"Knew what?" he asked, an angelic tone in his voice.
"Denny James Jackson, don't play dumb with me! I know what you're getting at! Once you de-virginize me and get me pregnant, you're bringing me home as your property! I'm not standing this! I'm leaving!" Naomi said angrily, turning to open the door. It was a big mistake. Once her back was turned, Denny grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her onto the bed. Seeing she was helpless, he pounced on her and pinned her down, unbuckling his pants at the same time.
"Well bitch, I think it's time for you to come back home to where you belong," he said.
"Never!" Naomi spat out, viciously kicking away from him. He rubbed his head from being knocked down and onto the floor.
"Damn whore! You dirty slut! I bet you'd give your body away to that bastard there. What's his name again? The 'what Xtreme' guy?" Denny taunted cruelly.
"His name is Jeff Hardy, Denny. And he happens to be a lot nicer than you! Besides, I'd rather give my body to him than you!" Naomi added for a little danger effect. That hit the nail right on the head. Denny lunged forward and grabbed the front of Naomi's black tank top. Unfortunately, she pulled it right out of his grasp but ended up ripping the clothing, revealing her strapless black bra.
"Dammit!" Naomi cursed before bolting out or her room and opening the door to the opposite room, Jeff's room, and falling heavily on her butt while kicking the door shut. Her sudden appearance made Jeff look up from his poetry, startled.
"Nami! Why are you here!? What is with that clothing? What happened to you?!" Jeff exclaimed. Naomi didn't answer except to run to him, using him as a shield.
"Nami, wha-?" Jeff didn't get to finish as his room door burst open again. A brown-haired guy leered at Naomi, who was still cowering behind him.
"Where's Naomi? And who the hell are you?!" the guy growled. Jeff remained defiant.
"I'm Naomi's friend. Who the hell ARE YOU!?" Jeff retaliated furiously.
"I happen to be her boyfriend. Now get out of my way!" the guy growled again.
"Don't let him near me, don't let him near me, oh God," Jeff could hear Naomi whimpering. It crushed him to know that someone close, like Naomi, was being tormented like this.
"If you want her, get through me first," Jeff challenged. The guy raised an eyebrow and attempted to push Jeff away but the guy didn't budge.
"Nami, when he's occupied, go! Run away!" Jeff commanded. Naomi nodded her grip on his shirt never loosening. The guy attempted a swipe at Jeff's face but missed. Naomi took the opportunity to run off and get Trish. She burst into Trish's room and saw the blond Canadian breaking a nice lip lock from Chris Irvine.
"Trish! I need help! It's Jeff, he, and Denny are," she panted heavily.
"Nami, what happened to you? Why are you wearing ripped clothes?" Trish asked curiously.
"No time to talk, Jeff needs help," Naomi said. Chris didn't bother to ask anymore but sped out of the room at top speed. Trish and Naomi followed suit and returned to see Denny being dragged out by cops and Jeff being tended to a bruised eye and a cut lip.
"Omigod! Jeff, are you all right?!" Naomi exclaimed as the two girls ran up to Jeff.
"Just peachy. Thank goodness Lance called the cops," Stacy informed them.
"What just happened to you, girl!?" Lisa Marie asked, noting Naomi's ripped tank top.
"Long story, and it ended here," Naomi answered bluntly.
A/N: Okies! That was long!!! I'm continuing this on another chapter. I know this didn't turn out too well, don't lie. Kill me if you want. But I'm trying. Oh yeah, Naomi isn't pregnant! Yay! Byez all! See ya next chappie! Oh yeah, questions must be asked in reviews.