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.

"Who in the hell is knocking on my door at 12:15 in the morning." Matt Hardy groaned at the rasping on his door.

"Who gives a damn?" Trish said, groggily. "Just come back to bed."

Matt grumbled as he swung the door open. "There better be a damn good....." his voice trailed off as he saw a frightened Torrie standing outside his door.

"I.....I'm sorry." Torrie said, nervously.

Matt reached out to his friend, pulling her into the room. "No. It's ok. What's wrong, honey?"

Torrie chewed her lower lip as she walked into the room. "Jay told me to come here."

And no sooner did the words leave her mouth then Christian walked into the room. He quickly closed the door behind him and turned the light on. Trish and Matt were fully awake now, a concern look gracing both their faces.

Trish stood, not concerned that she only wore short shorts and a baggy tee- shirt. "What's going on here? Should we be expecting anymore company?"

"No." Christian said, fiercely. "There's a lot going on and I don't want any interruptions until I finish ok?" The others nodded and Christian sighed. He'd spent almost half an hour deciding how exactly he was going to say this. Of all the news he ever had to break to anyone this had to be the hardest to date. Thinking about it, he even still wondered if his choice in wording would suffice.

"Jay." Matt said, a worried look on his face. "What is it?"

Christian combed his fingers through his hair. "Jeff's gone. He left a note."

"WHAT?!" Matt said standing up heading for the door.

Christian grabbed his arm and flung him towards the bed. "YOU AGREED TO LET ME FINISH!" his voice brought a shudder from all in the room. He sighed. "I'm sorry. This is just hard." He leaned against the table before continuing. "He wrote a note to Li. In it, he pretty much professed his undying love for her. But then he said that someone had threatened him.....threatened to hurt her, and he couldn't let that happen. Apparently if he went alone, they'd leave her alone. And Jeff did just that."

Christian paused, steadying his voice. "Lita found the note maybe about a half an hour after he left. She called us. They...They're going after him. The guy knew where we were staying and left a note with the clerk. Chris, Lita, and my brother went to try and hassle it out of him. And I was given the responsibility of telling you. But we can't go. We can't do anything. If too many of us show up, things could be worse then they already are."

"What do you mean?" Torrie asked, fear etched on her face and stung through her voice.

Christian lowered his head. "In the note, Jeff ..... he uh ..... He said that he didn't know what would happen. He talked like he's ready to die for her. He even said something like 'I'll finally do right by you. I'd die for you and maybe I can take him with me.' He's going all out, and he thinks this character will probably kill him."

Matt stood, pulling his jeans on over his boxers. "I'm going."

"NO! You're not." Christian yelled. "I promised my brother and Lita that we would wait here. Now don't you make a liar outta me."

Matt growled then sat back down on the bed. Torrie got up and knelt at Christian's side. "Chris. What about Chris? Did he say anything? Oh God, I know how he is. He's going to get himself hurt or arrested or."

Christian rested a reassuring hand on the little blonde's shoulder. "He'll be fine. Don't worry. Chris can take care of himself. But he wanted me to tell you he loves you and not to worry." Torrie nodded and Christian smiled weakly at her. Now if only Chris could keep him from being a liar too.

+++

"This is the place isn't it?" Lita said pointing up to a large sign that overhung the sidewalk.

"Looks like it," Jericho answered. "I just hope we're not too late."

Edge looked at his watch. "It's ten to one. Let's just get inside and see what we can see."

The others nodded as they approached the door. Surprisingly, there wasn't a line so the bouncer let them in, no problem. Edge, being the tallest of the bunch, took a quick glance around the room, spotting Jeff at the bar. "There he is." He said to Lita.

Chris started to walk over to the youngest Hardy when Edge grabbed his arm. "No. Let's see what happens."

Chris hesitated then followed Edge and Lita to a booth, sitting across from the two. "I don't like it. We should get the hell out of here now."

Lita nodded. "I agree."

"And we all know Jeff." Edge countered. "If we tried to drag him out, he'd just end up coming back again."

Chris opened his mouth to object. But when Lita lowered her head in acceptance, he changed his mind. He signaled towards the bar and a waitress walked over. "Gimme a Scotch and Soda."

The waitress looked to the other two. "Just a beer for me." Edge said.

Lita looked up when the server turned to her. "Straight Vodka." The other woman nodded and walked to the bar.

Edge shot an incredulous look towards the redheaded diva. "Straight Vodka? Honey, you're not much of a drinker to begin with. You sure you can handle the hard stuff?"

The waitress placed the drinks in front of the three then walked away. Lita looked over to Edge as she gripped her glass. "Watch me." She said before chugging the entire shot.

Edge's eyes met Jericho's, a look of concern gracing both men. Chris simply shrugged before taking a sip of his own drink. Edge looked over to Jeff. "That boy's head is still in his arm. Do you think he's drunk or passed out or something?"

Chris shook his head. "Not Jeff. I've never seen that boy hammered or black out, well at least from liquor. All I know is this waiting is killing me. Let's just drag him outta here by that algae hair of his and..."

Edge exhaled. "Just calm down. We're gonna see what happens and if nothing does for a half hour, we'll do that ok?"

Chris paused looking over his shoulder to Jeff then back at Edge. "Alright."

"Hey look at that." Lita pointed out. A group of men walked over to Jeff and tapped him on the shoulder. The younger Hardy looked up at the group. They exchanged some words, words that couldn't be heard. Then Jeff got up and followed them towards the back.

"They're going to the alley." Chris spat out as he shot from his seat. "Come on, let's go around."

Edge nodded, dragging the redhead up with him. Is that a look of shock on her face? Did she recognize one of them? He shook the thoughts from his head as he followed Chris out the door and around the building.

"Hang up." Chris whispered as he looked around, seeing that they hadn't come out yet. "There's a dumpster right over there. Let's make a run for it and see what happens. Its close enough to the door so we can hear everything. Hopefully."

Before any response the three made a dead run for the dumpster, hiding behind the large green and rusted metal box. Edge peaked over the top, pulling Lita with him. "Look, there they are. And they're stopping just in front of the back door. Can you recognize any of them?"

Lita's eyes widened as she hid back behind the dumpster, not answering his question. Chris grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. "Lita, who are they?" His eyes fired with anger.

Lita knew the emotion wasn't directed at her, but she still flinched back. "It's Nate."

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