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.
Christian read the letters in his hand. The others had already read them, and now he was the last to learn. When they arrived, the redhead had almost collapsed from the emotions coursing through her body. But after a few minutes they calmed her down and she was able to tell them a shortened version of what happened.
They asked to see the letters, maybe getting a better idea from his choice of words. Jeff was always very careful, and something might give it away. Christian looked up at the others in the room. "So what are we going to do?"
"I don't know." Edge answered. That's the best he could come up with? The blonde man shook his head as he knelt down at Lita's side. She hadn't moved from that chair since she handed them the letters. "Li, honey, did he say anything to you?"
The redhead silently shook her head, not looking at any of the men in the room.
Chris sighed in frustration. "Well, I don't care what you characters are doing? I'm going after him." He walked to the door.
Edge jolted up, grabbing the Canadians arm. "No wait. We can't just charge around Seattle looking for a guy with green hair. We need a plan of action or something."
Chris grumbled as he accepted his friends comment. "We don't have the time, though. We need to act quick."
"Act quick, Chris?" Christian said. "Acting quick can get us killed. We have no idea what's going on."
"I know that!" Chris yelled. "But all this talk is wasting time. We have to go."
"Not Yet!" Edge said forcefully, all noticing how Lita was flinching from their brash tones. He immediately softened his voice. "Li, What do you want to do?"
Lita sat there, staring at her hands. She gave no response.
"She's in so much shock, she can't even hear us." Chris said, agitated.
"I can hear you just fine." She responded, dryly. All turned to look at her, slightly shocked at the sound of her voice. She stood. "And the answer is simple. We go after him. And if you don't want to go, I'm still going." She walked to the door.
Edge grabbed her arm. "Wait."
"NO!" She said as she pulled from his grasp. "I've waited too long. If I hadn't waited, I'd have gotten the chance to tell him. Hell, he might even still be here." Her voice shook from emotion, the tears beginning to swell again. "I love him, Adam. And he never knew. He never knew how I felt. I never showed him. And now it might be too late. Because I WAITED!"
"Lita." Edge said softly, pulling the shaking redhead into his arms. "Shhh...I'm so sorry. I know what he means to you..." his eyes locked with Chris. "What he means to all of us."
Christian nodded, walking over to rub his friends back. "Honey, you need to calm down. If we're going after him, we need to be on our toes. Can you do that?"
Lita pulled away, wiping at her eyes.
Jericho and Edge smiled. "That's a girl." Edge said. "Now look, I say we go to that desk clerk and force him to tell us where he went. You can't tell me he didn't look at that paper." All nodded and let Edge continue, taking the leadership position like he always did in times like this. "Then Chris, Lita and I will go after him. I really don't want you there, honey." He looked at the woman. "But you might know who we're dealing with." When Lita nodded, he looked at his brother. "That means you have the responsibility of telling Matt, preferably when we've been long gone."
"Ahhhhhh Man." Christian groaned. "You realize that's gonna be a bitch, right?"
Chris smiled. "Damn straight it is. That's why we always leave the negotiating to you."
Christian glared at his brother. "And you take the hot-head with you?"
Edge sighed, still serious, but aware that explaining now would save time later. "I can't really throw a decent punch." He said holding up his hands. "But I'm sure Chris would be more then happy to jump in a fight if he needed to. And I'm going because I don't trust him to keep his cool for Lita."
Chris shot a hurt glance at Edge. "I'd never hurt her."
Edge smiled. "I know that. But if there's one big brawl with Jeff in the heat you'd..."
Chris grinned, slamming his fist into his palm. "Be right in the middle of it trying to...oh."
"Yeah." Edge said. "Ok, so Jay, give us say, half an hour then go tell Matt. And don't come after us. Promise me. Promise her."
Christian locked eyes with his brother and his friend. "I promise. We'll stay here."
Lita paused, as if deciding whether or not to believe him. She looked up at Edge then the two turned towards the door.
Chris tapped Christian's shoulder as the other two walked away. "Go tell Torrie. Tell her everything. And ... uh ... Tell her I'll have to take a reign check." He smiled as Christian's lip curled from amusement. "And tell her I love her."
Christian nodded. "No prob, man. Now you guys go and bring that boy back." The others glanced into the room, then closed the door behind them. "For Lita's sake."
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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.
Christian read the letters in his hand. The others had already read them, and now he was the last to learn. When they arrived, the redhead had almost collapsed from the emotions coursing through her body. But after a few minutes they calmed her down and she was able to tell them a shortened version of what happened.
They asked to see the letters, maybe getting a better idea from his choice of words. Jeff was always very careful, and something might give it away. Christian looked up at the others in the room. "So what are we going to do?"
"I don't know." Edge answered. That's the best he could come up with? The blonde man shook his head as he knelt down at Lita's side. She hadn't moved from that chair since she handed them the letters. "Li, honey, did he say anything to you?"
The redhead silently shook her head, not looking at any of the men in the room.
Chris sighed in frustration. "Well, I don't care what you characters are doing? I'm going after him." He walked to the door.
Edge jolted up, grabbing the Canadians arm. "No wait. We can't just charge around Seattle looking for a guy with green hair. We need a plan of action or something."
Chris grumbled as he accepted his friends comment. "We don't have the time, though. We need to act quick."
"Act quick, Chris?" Christian said. "Acting quick can get us killed. We have no idea what's going on."
"I know that!" Chris yelled. "But all this talk is wasting time. We have to go."
"Not Yet!" Edge said forcefully, all noticing how Lita was flinching from their brash tones. He immediately softened his voice. "Li, What do you want to do?"
Lita sat there, staring at her hands. She gave no response.
"She's in so much shock, she can't even hear us." Chris said, agitated.
"I can hear you just fine." She responded, dryly. All turned to look at her, slightly shocked at the sound of her voice. She stood. "And the answer is simple. We go after him. And if you don't want to go, I'm still going." She walked to the door.
Edge grabbed her arm. "Wait."
"NO!" She said as she pulled from his grasp. "I've waited too long. If I hadn't waited, I'd have gotten the chance to tell him. Hell, he might even still be here." Her voice shook from emotion, the tears beginning to swell again. "I love him, Adam. And he never knew. He never knew how I felt. I never showed him. And now it might be too late. Because I WAITED!"
"Lita." Edge said softly, pulling the shaking redhead into his arms. "Shhh...I'm so sorry. I know what he means to you..." his eyes locked with Chris. "What he means to all of us."
Christian nodded, walking over to rub his friends back. "Honey, you need to calm down. If we're going after him, we need to be on our toes. Can you do that?"
Lita pulled away, wiping at her eyes.
Jericho and Edge smiled. "That's a girl." Edge said. "Now look, I say we go to that desk clerk and force him to tell us where he went. You can't tell me he didn't look at that paper." All nodded and let Edge continue, taking the leadership position like he always did in times like this. "Then Chris, Lita and I will go after him. I really don't want you there, honey." He looked at the woman. "But you might know who we're dealing with." When Lita nodded, he looked at his brother. "That means you have the responsibility of telling Matt, preferably when we've been long gone."
"Ahhhhhh Man." Christian groaned. "You realize that's gonna be a bitch, right?"
Chris smiled. "Damn straight it is. That's why we always leave the negotiating to you."
Christian glared at his brother. "And you take the hot-head with you?"
Edge sighed, still serious, but aware that explaining now would save time later. "I can't really throw a decent punch." He said holding up his hands. "But I'm sure Chris would be more then happy to jump in a fight if he needed to. And I'm going because I don't trust him to keep his cool for Lita."
Chris shot a hurt glance at Edge. "I'd never hurt her."
Edge smiled. "I know that. But if there's one big brawl with Jeff in the heat you'd..."
Chris grinned, slamming his fist into his palm. "Be right in the middle of it trying to...oh."
"Yeah." Edge said. "Ok, so Jay, give us say, half an hour then go tell Matt. And don't come after us. Promise me. Promise her."
Christian locked eyes with his brother and his friend. "I promise. We'll stay here."
Lita paused, as if deciding whether or not to believe him. She looked up at Edge then the two turned towards the door.
Chris tapped Christian's shoulder as the other two walked away. "Go tell Torrie. Tell her everything. And ... uh ... Tell her I'll have to take a reign check." He smiled as Christian's lip curled from amusement. "And tell her I love her."
Christian nodded. "No prob, man. Now you guys go and bring that boy back." The others glanced into the room, then closed the door behind them. "For Lita's sake."
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