Title: Everything I Do Author: Crimson Coin

Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com

Note: Humour me. The draft ended with a different one then exists in this story. And certain people are not injured, out of commission, or anything else one wants to call it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely Nothing. The WWE got them.

Spoilers: Unknown as of yet. But if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this. So it doesn't really matter.

Summery: I'm really bad at these so let's just say there are wrestlers and outstanding situations that usually have them getting screwed. (Definition of screwed is also still pending.)

Rating: I have no clue. PG13 to R.it'll depend on my mood during the writing, although definitely R later. But should not be read by children, furry animals, The Jedi Council, or the Elderly, as it may invoke a heart attack; loss of the Force, Schwartz, hair, sanity.you get the picture.

TimeLine: It's specific, now. March 2003

Distribution: If ya want it, just ask.

Pointless rambling concluded.on with the story.

Title: Everything I Do Author: Crimson Coin

Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com

Note: Humour me. The draft ended with a different one then exists in this story. And certain people are not injured, out of commission, or anything else one wants to call it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely Nothing. The WWE got them.

Spoilers: Unknown as of yet. But if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this. So it doesn't really matter.

Summery: I'm really bad at these so let's just say there are wrestlers and outstanding situations that usually have them getting screwed. (Definition of screwed is also still pending.)

Rating: I have no clue. PG13 to R...it'll depend on my mood during the writing, although definitely R later. But should not be read by children, furry animals, The Jedi Council, or the Elderly, as it may invoke a heart attack; loss of the Force, Schwartz, hair, sanity...you get the picture.

TimeLine: It's specific, now. March 2003

Distribution: If ya want it, just ask.

Pointless rambling concluded...on with the story.



WRESTLEMANIA

Matt paced his locker room, nervously. "Where is he?"

Lita looked at Christian, then back to Matt. "He said he needed to talk to Adam then that he'd be right back. Give him some time."

Christian started to tap his foot. "Yeah, but it's already been half and hour. And our match is in less then twenty minutes. There are only two more before us now."

Kane walked into the locker room, his title belt over his shoulder. "Well, I won." He said lightly.

Matt smiled. "Yeah, you had to. Do you really think anyone would believe that Crash Holly or X-Pac could take that Title from you?"

The big man smiled under his mask. "In Hardcore rules, you never know." He sat down on the bench, starting to take off his ring gear. "Where's that brother of yours? Isn't your match soon?"

"Yeah." Matt answered in a more worried tone then he wanted to. Both he and Christian knew that Jeff needed to talk. In a way he was jealous that his baby brother would rather talk to Edge instead of him. But on the other hand, he knew Edge would steer him in the right direction, and hopefully knock some sense into the younger man.

Lita jumped up and headed for the door. "I'm going to go find him." And before the others could object, the door swung shut behind her.

Kane looked at the two, slightly confused. Matt answered. "He's talking to Sparks about her."

Christian leaned back in his chair. "Well, maybe she'll hear something she's needed to hear for a while."

Kane nodded. "Or she'll hear something she may never have wanted to."

+++

Jeff paced nervously in Edge's locker room, unaware that not far away his brother was doing the same thing. "I don't know what to do."

Edge leaned back in the steel chair. He listened intently to the young man as he rhythmically clicked the flint of his Zippo lighter. "I know how hard it is. Believe me I do."

Jeff stopped pacing and sat on the bench across the room. "What do you mean?"

Lita jogged up to the door and was about to knock, but didn't because she still heard them talking. She turned to walk away, when something inside her told her to stay.

Edge exhaled. "I never really told anyone. Yeah, I know Stacy and I have been together for some time now. But it was rough before hand. I felt like you do." He said pointing to the youngest Hardy with his lighter. "I was nervous out of my wits. I couldn't even look at her without thinking one thing or another. I was so in love and didn't know what to do. Granted, it wasn't exactly like yours. Stacy and I became friends after the relationship started."

Jeff nodded. "Yeah. And she now is already my best friend."

"So it's harder for you." Edge continued, leaning against his forearms which were now casually rested on his thighs. "But you still have to say something. Tell her, Jeff."

"I know" Jeff said a little louder then he'd have like to. He stood up, walking towards the wall then back again. "But I don't even know how to start."

"It's hard to tell a woman you're interested in her much less you're in love with her." Edge said, igniting the lighter, staring at the flame, then clicked it shut, holding the Zippo in the palm of his hand. "Let's go simple. Can you tell *me* what you want and how you feel?"

Jeff stopped pacing. "What's it going to do to tell you? It's her I need to say something to."

"I know." Edge said, standing up, stretching his legs. "But if you can say it to me, it's a start."

"I guess you're right."

"I know I'm right." Edge sat down again and Jeff sat in front of him on the floor. "Now come on, boy."

Jeff exhaled. His stomach churned from the nerves. He didn't even admit this to himself, and now he was going to admit it to his friend. He shook his head then looked up at Edge. "I know how I feel. I know what I want, what I need..."

Edge nodded, coaxing the younger man to continue.

Jeff nervously combed his fingers through is hair. "God, Sparks, I'm in love with her."

The older man smiled as his friend admitted.

The Hardy looked around nervously; as if afraid somebody was listening. "I..." he swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice. "I do love her. Hell, I was in love with her while we were training." His eyes glazed over as he remembered. "She was so beautiful. Yeah, I was physically attracted to her at first. But as we got to know her..." he trailed off then and looked at his hands.

"What, Jeff." Edge coaxed, twirling the Zippo in his hand. "If you can say it now and admit it, you can say it to her."

The younger man nodded, understanding. "I just kept falling more and more in love." He looked up at Edge. "And I don't want anyone else. I look at other woman and I can't feel a thing. Even with Torrie or Stacy... I'm not attracted to them. I can't see anyone like that anymore. I don't want them; I can't ... I don't know. All I want is her."

Jeff thought a moment before continuing. "I've had relationships since I've met her, but they never work out. I always broke them off." The corner of his mouth curved up. "I took it as a sign that it's not a good thing when you make love to your girlfriend and you see another face in your head. I couldn't hurt them, but I couldn't pretend. So I just gave up. Am I horrible? I didn't try to. I really didn't. I couldn't help the fact that my heart saw Ames even though it was Beth or Jamie. How horrible does that make me? I don't even deserve her, now."

"No. You are not a horrible person." Edge said. "You can't help who you love. You did right by them to end it. You're not living a lie and you do deserve her. If anyone is going to love her it damn well should be you. Don't you dare think that you're unworthy. I don't even want to hear it. You're right for her, Jeff."

Jeff nodded, more reassured of himself. "Every time I look at her, my skin burns. When she looks in my eyes, my heart melts. You know those hazel eyes. Have you ever really looked into them?" The younger man leaned back on his elbows as his head spun with visions of Lita. "To me they have the power of that Greek mythological creature. You know the one...that Medusa. She can turn me to stone with a glance; like I just freeze up when those beautiful eyes meet mine. And her body is perfect, the way her curves just... And that red hair and the way her lip curls ever so slightly when she smiles." He exhaled then sat up, staring at his hands. "She's a goddess to me, you know. Athena, Aphrodite, completely out of my league. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as she is. And it's not only physical." He looked up at Edge. "She makes me laugh. She makes me feel safe. Damn, I live each day in the hopes that she'll just look at me. And the hope that one day she'll look at me the way I look at her."

"Jeez, Jeff." Edge said. "I didn't realize you had it that bad."

"It's not a bad thing." Jeff said, smiling. "I want to hold her in my arms. I want to feel her pressed against me at night, and fall asleep knowing she's there. I want the last thing I see in the day to be her. And when I wake up I want her to be the first thing that greets me in the morning. I want to laugh with her. I want to be with her, comfort her, and hold her when she cries." He stood and looked at the other man: Fire, Passion, and intensity shining through. His voice strong and forceful with the emotions Edge saw swirling in the younger man's eyes. "I want to show her how amazing and beautiful she really is. I want to spend the nights with her, showing her how I feel. I want to make love to her till she can't even walk. I need her...I want her...in every way." Jeff sighed and slumped to the floor. "But I don't know how to start. I don't even know how to say."

Edge leaned back in his chair, a shocked expression covering his handsome face. "Well, what you told me is pretty good."

"I can't say that." His eyes darted to Edge's. "I can't say what I said to you."

"Why not?" Edge answered. "Just tell her. That girl loves you. And don't shake your head at me, because you know she does. She loves you for you, Jeff. And what you just told me... You pretty much laid your heart on the table. That is what she loves. You. Now are you going to be a little Chicken Shit and live your life on the sidelines just dreaming about what she'll feel like in your arms, only thinking about what it would have been like to kiss her or have her tell you she loves you? Or are you going to 'Live for the Moment." Edge made the 'quote' sign with his hands. "Live, Jeff. Because if you don't, you'll be an old man thinking about the only girl you ever loved. We'll be in our seventies sitting on the porch and I'll be kicking you in the ass for being such a puss."

Jeff laughed. "I get your point." His expression lightened but held a sense of confusion. "So I should just come out and say it."

Edge leaned back in his chair. "Bingo."

Lita slowly backed away from the door, unsure if she actually heard everything. She looked at her watch then jumped at the realization that she'd been standing there for a good ten minutes. She gathered herself then knocked. "Hey, guys. Come on. You're up soon."

The door swung open and Edge stood there with a grin on his face. "Ok, Red. We're coming." She looked past him at the younger Hardy who was sitting on the floor, refusing to look at her.

Edge noticed her worried look. "Don't worry." Lita looked at him, confused. He just smiled and held his Zippo out to her. "Hold this for me. I don't want to lose it during the match."

Lita grinned, taking the prized position from the blonde Canadian. She never understood what his fascination was with fire, flint, and/or lighter fluid. But if it was important to him then it was important to her.

"I'm going with Li. Catch up, ok?" Edge hollered over his shoulder to Jeff.

He nodded as Edge scooted Lita out the door and down the hall. Jeff ran his fingers through his hair then stood. Jeez, he couldn't even look at her now, how was he going to tell her all that to her face. He exhaled and pushed his way out the door. He'd think of that later. He had a match now.

Jeff continued down the hall, his eyes averted to the floor. His body jolted as he accidentally bumped into a larger man. "Oh, I'm sorry."

He tried to continue walking but the bigger man put a large hand out, stopping him. "What's the matter, Jeff? Can't ya recognize an old friend?"

Jeff looked up to see a pair of bright blue but angry eyes staring down at him. "What in the hell are you doing here?" he said through clenched teeth

The larger man chuckled. "I'm here to make you a business proposition." His black hair greased back so his handsome features could shine through. A big man, his physique at least the size and build of Triple H but in looks, he far outmatched most of the wrestlers in the Federation.

Looking at him now, Jeff could say he looked like a Calvin Klein super model. Not a rugged handsome, but a pretty boy look. Jeff looked past him to see some of the female security eyeing the larger man. "And why in the hell would I except a business proposition from the likes of you?"

A sinister grin crossed the man's face. "That's simple. I know you have a match now. A rather dangerous one and she won't be out there with you." Jeff glared as the other continued. "So if you promise to meet me in the parking garage after your match, I'll leave her alone. And don't tell anyone."

Jeff walked closer, staring up at the six foot five man. "I'll agree. But I swear to God, if you touch her...I'll kill you." He walked away, not turning to give the other a second glance.

The man stood there, a smile on his face. He looked around noticing how one of the security guards kept eyeing him. He flashed a brilliant smile and ravished in the fact that he could see her melt. But that wasn't why he was here. That wasn't why he'd been applying for a security position with the WWF for so long. Finally, after so many years, he would get what he always wanted. Jeff Hardy would pay for what he did so many years ago. Jeff Hardy would suffer by his hands. Jeff Hardy would experience the worst pain in his life because of what he did. And nothing can stop him now.