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 sat dumbfounded on her bed, the tears slowly sliding down her cheek. She couldn't believe what she held in her hand. Did Jeff really write this? Of course he did, she told herself. She carefully folded the document back up and put it into the envelope. What could she do? He didn't want her interfering. But be damned if she would lose him now. Not with everything she feels. She won't let him go. Not after everything she heard him say to Edge and those beautiful things he wrote in the letter. She wiped her eyes.

No

She would not lose him now. How bad could it really be? They could go after him. She picked up the phone and dialed for room 315.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered on the other end.

"Adam? Sparks? It's me." Lita's voice cracked. "I...I...I need you here. Please. Get Chris and Jay and come here now. Please?"

"What? What's wrong?" His voice rang clear, as if he was pulled from his sleep by her frightened tone.

She could hear scuffling in the back, as if he was getting changed. "It's Jeff. Please. Just come now. And just you three. Please, hurry."

"Yeah ok. We'll be right there."

She heard the phone click then she hung up her receiver. Lita pulled herself out of bed and pulled on her jogging pants. She paced the room, anxious. Oh God, where were they? She looked down at the ring on her finger and kissed it. He was right. She could never forget him. And even now, through the ring, she could almost feel his presence. She knew they'd help. Adam, Chris...they'd get Jeff back. And if they wouldn't help ... she'd just have to do it herself.

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"DAMN IT!" A male voice cursed as his cell phone rang.

"Just leave it." The female answered breathlessly.

He paused a moment, then rolled off his girlfriend. "It might be important. I can't just let it go." He reached to the bed stand and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Chris. It's me," Came the reply. "Come to my room, quick. It's Lita. I've never heard her so frightened. She was just...I can't even describe it. Just please come. She asked for the three of us."

"Yeah sure. Just give me a minute." Chris said before hanging up. He jumped off the bed and grabbed his shirt, which was heedlessly tossed aside not two minutes ago. "I'm sorry, baby."

"What is it?" she asked, sitting up in bed and pulling on a shirt of her own. "Is everything ok?"

"I don't know." He answered as he tied his sneakers. "That was Sparks. He said that something's up and Lita never sounded so scared in her life. She asked for us."

"Oh, my God! I hope she's ok." The little blonde answered.

He turned quickly and planted a passionate kiss on the lips of the woman who sat in his bed. "Mmmmm. I love it when you do that thing with your tongue."

She got up and shoved him towards the door. "You just go and make sure everything is OK."

Before he knew it, he was standing outside the door. He smiled then quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her close for another kiss, this time combing his hand through her long hair. He grumbled when she pulled away. "Keep that thought." He said

Torrie smiled at him as he ran down the hall. How she loved that man. She shook her head as she walked back into their room, a serious expression now gracing her face. Lita had asked for them. And the redhead was never afraid, at least not so much to make Adam so worried about her. She could only hope that everything would be fine. And if not, the guys would certainly see to it.