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.
Lita tapped her fingers together, nervously. Where is he? She couldn't even remember how long it's been. She only knew it had been too long. She pushed off the wall and headed for the door. But Jeff's words came to mind and she stepped back. God, what was he doing? Her thoughts wandered to the conversation he was having with Edge. He couldn't have possibly meant her, could he? She smiled. He did. He did mean her. Jeff is in love with her.
Her cheeks turned red as she recounted what the younger Hardy said to the blonde Canadian. And everything he said. Lita made her decision then. Jeff wouldn't say anything, so she would. But... what if he wanted to make the first move? What if he'd been waiting all this time for the perfect moment? No. She'd wait for him, as long as it took, she'd wait for him. When he was ready, he would tell her. She knew it. And she would be right there showing him exactly how she felt.
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Jeff walked slowly through the parking garage. He knew that bastard was here, he knew his entire body ached, and be damned if he would show any weakness. His eyes shot across the way to spot an old Mustang and the familiar large man leaning against the hood. As he approached the other man grinned, menacingly. "I see you keep to your word."
Jeff glared as he came to a stop only a few feet from the car. "You knew I would. Now what do you want?"
Three men appeared out of the darkness and surrounded Jeff. "Just a little chat," he said.
Jeff glanced around, knowing that he couldn't fight his way out of this situation if he was in top shape much less a member of the walking wounded. "So I'm here. Let's chat."
The other stood up, closing the distance between them. "So here's the deal. I leave her alone, for now. There's an alternative rock bar on 11th street in this town. I won't tell you the name, but ask Jim, the guy at your hotel desk." He smiled as Jeff's eyes blazed with the realization that he knew where they were staying. "I gave him the name of the bar and told him to give it to you when you asked for it. Be there at 1:00 tomorrow night. In case you didn't know, Vince gave you and all your team Monday off, so there won't be any trouble with you staying some extra time. Sit at the bar and stay there until someone comes for you and you alone. And no authorities. If you don't, there will be a certain surprise for a specific redhead, and I know you don't want that on your conscience." He paused a moment, letting his words sink in, and allowing Jeff's imagination to run with what he implied. "I'll be waiting." He turned his back and got in the car before sticking his head back out. "Oh. And you'd better dye your hair bright green. That way he knows it's you."
Jeff saw him close the door and the man on his left nodded. The three men around him dispersed, but not before an exceptionally large one punched him in his already bruised ribs. The larger man threw the Hardy boy out of the Mustang's way as it sped off.
Jeff felt the impact, immediately. God, that hurt. He couldn't breathe, his head spun. He slowly picked himself up onto all fours. "That son of a..." Jeff reached out and used the hood of a Jeep to steady himself and he slowly made his way back to where he had left Lita. Jeff knew he had to go to the bar. He didn't want to, but when Lita's safety was at risk, he'd do anything. The look in that psycho's eyes told him this wouldn't be good. Jeez, he wouldn't be surprised if the bigger man tried to kill him. Jeff smiled. Nah, he wouldn't do that. Would he? A serious frown fell into place. God, he wouldn't put it past him to do something like that. After all, they had once been friends and Jeff knew the man well. Jeff shook his head, positive now of the only thing he could do. Even if they'd kill him, beat the hell out of him, whatever. He'd go. For her... he'd go. At least, hopefully, that bastard would leave her alone. He was going, and nothing was going to stop him.
"Oh God, Jeff." Lita yelled. She ran over as the youngest Hardy stepped through the doors. He looked worse then when he left. "What happened? Who was in there?"
Jeff leaned against the smaller woman and continued walking down the hall. "Ask me later."
She looked at him, confused, but eventually nodded. The two walked in silence. Their footsteps, rhythmic and constant, were haunting. Jeff tripped as a dizzy spell hit and Lita pressed her back against the wall for support and placed her other hand against his chest to steady him. "Easy now. Take it slow."
Jeff forced himself to continue walking. He knew he had to get back to the medics and the sooner he did, the sooner he could get away from Lita's prying eyes.
"Jeff." Matt called as he ran over to yet again help his brother walk. "What in the hell are you doing?"
Jeff waved away their concern as he sat down on the stretcher that the paramedics were pointing at. "Don't worry. You ready there, Sparks."
Edge nodded. "It's about time you got back here. Let's do this."
Both men stood up - Jeff leaning heavily on Edge - against the wishes of all in the room and walked away to where the ambulances always waited. The paramedics quickly ran behind, constantly trying to coax the two men to sit down.
Chris walked up behind Lita, noticing the far-away glance the redhead held. "What happened back there?"
Lita shook her head. "I don't know. But something is definitely wrong."
"I know." Matt added. "He's got that look in his eye again. You know the one."
Chris nodded. "Yeah. I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid."
Matt looked at Chris and the two sighed, both knowing Jeff Hardy well; both knowing the consequences when that fire burned. And it was never good.
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.
Lita tapped her fingers together, nervously. Where is he? She couldn't even remember how long it's been. She only knew it had been too long. She pushed off the wall and headed for the door. But Jeff's words came to mind and she stepped back. God, what was he doing? Her thoughts wandered to the conversation he was having with Edge. He couldn't have possibly meant her, could he? She smiled. He did. He did mean her. Jeff is in love with her.
Her cheeks turned red as she recounted what the younger Hardy said to the blonde Canadian. And everything he said. Lita made her decision then. Jeff wouldn't say anything, so she would. But... what if he wanted to make the first move? What if he'd been waiting all this time for the perfect moment? No. She'd wait for him, as long as it took, she'd wait for him. When he was ready, he would tell her. She knew it. And she would be right there showing him exactly how she felt.
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Jeff walked slowly through the parking garage. He knew that bastard was here, he knew his entire body ached, and be damned if he would show any weakness. His eyes shot across the way to spot an old Mustang and the familiar large man leaning against the hood. As he approached the other man grinned, menacingly. "I see you keep to your word."
Jeff glared as he came to a stop only a few feet from the car. "You knew I would. Now what do you want?"
Three men appeared out of the darkness and surrounded Jeff. "Just a little chat," he said.
Jeff glanced around, knowing that he couldn't fight his way out of this situation if he was in top shape much less a member of the walking wounded. "So I'm here. Let's chat."
The other stood up, closing the distance between them. "So here's the deal. I leave her alone, for now. There's an alternative rock bar on 11th street in this town. I won't tell you the name, but ask Jim, the guy at your hotel desk." He smiled as Jeff's eyes blazed with the realization that he knew where they were staying. "I gave him the name of the bar and told him to give it to you when you asked for it. Be there at 1:00 tomorrow night. In case you didn't know, Vince gave you and all your team Monday off, so there won't be any trouble with you staying some extra time. Sit at the bar and stay there until someone comes for you and you alone. And no authorities. If you don't, there will be a certain surprise for a specific redhead, and I know you don't want that on your conscience." He paused a moment, letting his words sink in, and allowing Jeff's imagination to run with what he implied. "I'll be waiting." He turned his back and got in the car before sticking his head back out. "Oh. And you'd better dye your hair bright green. That way he knows it's you."
Jeff saw him close the door and the man on his left nodded. The three men around him dispersed, but not before an exceptionally large one punched him in his already bruised ribs. The larger man threw the Hardy boy out of the Mustang's way as it sped off.
Jeff felt the impact, immediately. God, that hurt. He couldn't breathe, his head spun. He slowly picked himself up onto all fours. "That son of a..." Jeff reached out and used the hood of a Jeep to steady himself and he slowly made his way back to where he had left Lita. Jeff knew he had to go to the bar. He didn't want to, but when Lita's safety was at risk, he'd do anything. The look in that psycho's eyes told him this wouldn't be good. Jeez, he wouldn't be surprised if the bigger man tried to kill him. Jeff smiled. Nah, he wouldn't do that. Would he? A serious frown fell into place. God, he wouldn't put it past him to do something like that. After all, they had once been friends and Jeff knew the man well. Jeff shook his head, positive now of the only thing he could do. Even if they'd kill him, beat the hell out of him, whatever. He'd go. For her... he'd go. At least, hopefully, that bastard would leave her alone. He was going, and nothing was going to stop him.
"Oh God, Jeff." Lita yelled. She ran over as the youngest Hardy stepped through the doors. He looked worse then when he left. "What happened? Who was in there?"
Jeff leaned against the smaller woman and continued walking down the hall. "Ask me later."
She looked at him, confused, but eventually nodded. The two walked in silence. Their footsteps, rhythmic and constant, were haunting. Jeff tripped as a dizzy spell hit and Lita pressed her back against the wall for support and placed her other hand against his chest to steady him. "Easy now. Take it slow."
Jeff forced himself to continue walking. He knew he had to get back to the medics and the sooner he did, the sooner he could get away from Lita's prying eyes.
"Jeff." Matt called as he ran over to yet again help his brother walk. "What in the hell are you doing?"
Jeff waved away their concern as he sat down on the stretcher that the paramedics were pointing at. "Don't worry. You ready there, Sparks."
Edge nodded. "It's about time you got back here. Let's do this."
Both men stood up - Jeff leaning heavily on Edge - against the wishes of all in the room and walked away to where the ambulances always waited. The paramedics quickly ran behind, constantly trying to coax the two men to sit down.
Chris walked up behind Lita, noticing the far-away glance the redhead held. "What happened back there?"
Lita shook her head. "I don't know. But something is definitely wrong."
"I know." Matt added. "He's got that look in his eye again. You know the one."
Chris nodded. "Yeah. I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid."
Matt looked at Chris and the two sighed, both knowing Jeff Hardy well; both knowing the consequences when that fire burned. And it was never good.
