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 took the next few minutes to repeat the cell phone experience to the older Hardy brother. When he finished, Matt's eyes flared. "No, Lita. You are not going to him."

"But Jeff."

"I don't care." Matt said, cutting the air with his hand. "I will.we will not lose you too."

Edge eased Lita away and stood up, stretching his back. "So what are we supposed to do? We don't have much time."

"I know." Matt answered. "That's why I called Glen. They haven't even left Washington yet. His parents don't live that far from here. I asked him to come here and on his way pick up Bubba."

"But what is Bubba Ray going to do?" Christian asked the question on everyone's mind.

Matt smiled. "Not Bubba Ray. Bubba. His Bloodhound. Since he's on the road so much, he left his pet with his parents. I figured we could use the nose." Matt exhaled, sitting down on the bed. "I know how Nate is. And I know the dog will be able to pick up Jeff's scent."

Matt looked to Lita, noticing the confusion staring back at him. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner." She wrinkled her brow and he lowered his head into his hands. "You see Nate and I went to school together. Actually we were best friends in high school. He knew I wanted to do wrestling all my life.same with Jeff. Well, it was senior year for me. And Jeff and I were never really popular. Most of the kids thought we were odd, strange. Especially Jeff. He didn't seem to care though. But one day this big guy, Luke Rauden. He decided to pick on my little brother. Nate and I cut history and hung out in the bathroom every Friday. Well, Luke knew this so right before that period he grabbed my brother, beat the shit outta him, and threw him into one of the stalls."

Matt shook his head, violently. Anger more apparent in his voice. "When Nate and I went in there, we saw him, unconscious and bleeding on the floor, his head propped against the toilet. You guys wouldn't even have recognized him that bastard messed him up so much. They took Jeff to the hospital that night. I was there and Nate came to see me. I told him how I wanted to kill Luke for doing this to Jeff. It just made me so angry. I mean me, fine, if he came after me it was understandable. I was a rough kid, always trying to be a lady's man. But Jeff never hurt anybody. He was quiet and shy and."

His voice trailed off, the brother now standing with his back to his friends. "Nate must have taken me seriously. He came to me not two hours later bragging about what he did." Matt turned again, looking Lita in the eye. "He went after Luke, gagged him tied him up, and then tied him to the bumper of his car. He dragged him down that two mile road. He killed him. I didn't really want him dead. I swear, Lita, I didn't coax him or anything. I just." he exhaled running a hand through his hair, now avoiding her eyes. "He went after Jeff and I was so mad. Nate dragged that man down that friggin road. And that's how I know we need the dog. I for one don't remember all the turns and the weaving winding what ever the hell you wanna call it. There were so many cross roads. He'd done it once. He'd do it again. Nate probably dragged Jeff, and Chris for that matter. And if he did, that dog will show us which way they went."

Matt slumped back onto the bed. "I'm so sorry. It's my fault this whole thing is happening." His reddened eyes met Lita's. "I didn't turn him in. I.I could've stopped all this from happening if I only. but I just." He blinked, looking away. "That look in his eye. I mean, no remorse, nothing. He was proud of what he did and it." he licked his lips. "Well, it scared the shit outta me. I was afraid. But if I had said something then everything.the things he did." He swallowed. "To you and now what he's doing to them. If only I had the God Damn guts to do what was right then, Jeff and Chris wouldn't."

Lita walked to Matt, stopping in front of the black haired man. "It's not your fault." Her choked voice sounded hardened yet pained. A strange change had overcome her in the last hour or so. She was different, and that change did not go unnoticed to those in the room. She gently pulled Matt's head against her stomach.

Matt's arms reached around her waist as he buried his face into her abdomen. "I'm so sorry. I'm so."

He wasn't balling, but Lita knew the guilt was flooding him. "Shhh. It's ok. Nobody blames you, least of all me. Shhh. It's ok." She purred in the most soothing of tones.

Christian helped Torrie to a chair then walked behind Lita, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I know exactly how we're going to get them back."

Matt turned his head against her, yet not letting go. He tilted his head upward to see Christian. "Whatever it is.I'm in."

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