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Anyway.

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.

Jeff leaned against the sink in his hotel bathroom, his head hung. Vince had given them all the week off, including Jericho, which surprised him because Chris didn't even have a match. But then again, if Chris wanted off he could usually get it. When they left the hospital, Jeff told them he wanted to stay behind for another few days and the others should go on ahead. Of course, they all said no. Matt actually jumped at the chance to hang around and see Seattle. So despite his best efforts, the group was still here.

Edge, Christian, Chris, and Lita went out on the town. Matt and Trish spent the entire time in the hotel room. Apparently 'Matt's plans of seeing Seattle' should have been called 'Matt's plans of sleeping with Trish in Seattle.' But none the less it was still Seattle. He and Lita decided to bunk in her room, considering neither really wanted to make an entrance into Matt's. There were two beds and he could handle it. Plus it's not like he had anywhere else to stay. Edge was with Christian and Chris was rooming with Torrie. On top of that the hotel didn't have a single room open.

Jeff looked up into the mirror at his newly dyed green hair. He exhaled as he rubbed his bare chest, his fingers brushing across the bandage that held his bruised ribs. God, he hated the color green. If anything, this would raise suspicion. But then again, that's why he waited until now, 10:00 at night, to do it. This was that feeling. That feeling of dread he had not one week ago. What is going to happen? Would he even be alive to find out? Jeff shook his head as he jacked his pants onto his hips. It doesn't matter. Lita will be OK and then everything will be fine. And he refused to think ahead; think of what possibly could happen next.

He opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hotel room. He glanced over to the bed and saw Lita curled up under the covers, despite that the lights were still on. She'd had a busy day, plus she'd been up for, what, at least thirty-six hours by now. She always worried so much about them after those extreme matches. He smiled as he quietly made his way to his bag and pulled out a button down shirt to wear. After all, going to a bar he should somewhat fit in. After he dressed, slapped on some cologne and was somewhat pleased with his appearance, he knelt down at Lita's side.

She looked so peaceful, just laying there. His eyes trailed over her. He wanted to remember her: every curve, every line. For all he knew, this could be the last time he'd see her. Jeff raised his hand and gently caressed her cheek. He wanted to tell her. Tell her how much he loved her. But if he woke her and said something, one thing would lead to another and he probably neither could nor would ever leave.

He ran his finger over her cheek and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "God, you are so beautiful." He said more to himself then to her. Jeff decided right then and there, she had to know. But his words might flow better in some other form. He stood and walked to the desk, pulling out a pen and some of the stationary hotels always have lying about. He bit the cap of the pen, thinking exactly how he wanted to word everything. Satisfied in what he was going to say, he put the pen to the paper and wrote. Lita would know how he felt. Even if they were his last words to her...she would know.

Jeff took his time, thinking before he wrote. After an hour, he was pleased. He pulled out one of the envelopes, placed the letters inside and sealed it. (He never thought he'd need three pages to tell her everything.) On the front he wrote: Amy. At a time like this, he felt the need to address her by her real name; not by the nick-name she grew up with, the one most people called her.

Jeff exhaled and walked over to the bed, letter in hand. He carefully leaned it against the lamp. He looked down at her and slowly leaned in close. "I love you." He whispered before placing a soft kiss to her lips. The slightest of kisses, but he had to know. He had to know what it felt like, what she tasted like. A single tear slid down his cheek as he pulled away. He carefully pulled the covers down so he could see her hand. On her left middle finger, she wore a silver ring, a Celtic cross. He slid the ring off her finger and placed it on his left pinkie.

He fisted his hand and kissed the ring, solidifying his gesture of never leaving her. He then removed the Celtic knot ring from his right pinkie and placed it in front of the letter. It is hers now. Jeff bent down again, turning her left hand to kiss the palm. She mumbled something, but then he smiled when he heard her say his name. As another tear dropped from his eye, he quietly stepped away. He left the keycard on the dresser and walked to the door, pausing to take one final look back into the room. With a depressed sigh, he turned his back and walked out the door, quietly closing it behind him.

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Lita's eyes fluttered open. She squinted. Gosh, that light is assaulting. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, looking at the clock. Only 11:30. She glanced around the room. Where's Jeff? Her eyes skimmed from the bathroom to the balcony. Then the pink envelope on the bed stand caught her attention. Amy? It said, Amy. Nobody called her Amy except...

Jeff.

She quickly grabbed the envelope, running a finger through the top. She reached inside, pulled out the letters, and quickly opened them. They read:

My Darling Amy,

This isn't exactly the way I wanted things to happen. I wanted to tell you to your face. I wanted to see your reaction and be there for whatever came afterwards. But it looks like that wasn't meant to be. I was going to wake you, but you looked so peaceful and I just couldn't. So before I say anything else, I want you to know...

I love you

I love you, Amy. I have for some time. I guess I didn't have the guts to say anything because I didn't want you to hate me. I know that I was being childish. I know you could never hate me, but I was afraid. Either way, I'm in love with you.

You may have noticed that your ring is gone. [Lita looked down at her hand to notice that her Celtic cross was no longer on her finger. She continued to read:] I know I should have asked you first...but I took it. I left my Celtic knot in front of the letter. It's yours now. [Lita looked at the table and picked up the other ring, slowly turning it in her hand before continuing:] I want you to wear it, just like I'm wearing yours. [She slid the ring onto her left middle finger.] That way every time I look at my hand, make a fist, or even move my fingers, I'll see it, feel it and remember you. And you'll feel the same with mine.

I can't tell you where I am. But I had to go. And it's not because of you or how I feel. Believe me, Dearest, I am not running from you. But...

Well, it's later now so I'll tell you. After our match you took me to the garage. There I had to meet someone. I won't tell you who, because by now it makes no difference. But he caught me before the match and said if I didn't meet him there, he'd go after you. So I went. Once there, he said I had to meet him at this bar, or else. He threatened to come after you, and I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let him go after the woman I love. He left the address with our hotel clerk. Yes, my love, he knew where we were. So I got the address from Jim and went to him. And that's where I am. Sorry about the green sink. But he said I had to dye my hair green so they'd recognize me. I really do hate Green. But anyway, I don't know if I'll be back. I don't know what they'll do. I don't even know if I'll live to find out.

But you can't come after me. Darling, you can't. Please, I beg you. I was supposed to go alone. Alone! No back up, no cops, nothing. If anyone else came, they'd be after you in an instant; and that can not happen. That's why I want you to leave. Please, just run. Forget about me and just go.

I know it's been a long time, and believe me; it's extremely hard to keep emotions like this hidden. Especially, considering how great of a friend you are to me. But I guess I did a good job. Although, now I'm regretting that. It's just.I want you. I've wanted you so badly; to feel you against me, to be inside you, to feel your skin, your mouth, your hands. Sitting here, looking at you and knowing that I have to go. It's killing me. I just want to. but I can't. Because they'd take you. And it's not worth it. Your death or kidnapping or whatever it is they'll do is not worth that one moment, no matter how much I want it.

I never intended to hurt you, sweetheart. I never wanted to break your heart. But sitting here now at almost 11:00, my heart can't help but break. But it won't end like this. After all the stupid mistakes I've made by being a pansy ass and not just coming out and saying 'I Love You' and doing something about it, I'll finally do right by you. I'd die for you and maybe, just maybe, I can take him with me. As long as there's breath in my body, I won't let them hurt you.

Tell Matt and my Father that I love them. Tell Chris and Jay that Gin and Tonic beats Scotch and Soda any day. And tell Sparks thanks, for being the best friend a guy could ask for. And you, my beloved Amy, I love you more then life itself.

Yours Forever,

Jeff

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