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 stood in the hotel lobby, alone. And she wasn't afraid to be alone. She knew she was strong and she could handle this part, no matter how gut wrenching it might be. This part of the plan required her to look like bait, like no one was going to interfere. Yeah, cliché, but nobody had a better idea. She exhaled pacing back and forth in front of the elevator. She'd never actually let herself cry over Nate. After everything he did, everything that happened, she never let his actions bring her to tears. And now that she had, the pain was almost gone.

Yes, a little part of her will always carry the scar, and not only the physical one left on her stomach. But now she realized. Nate will not control her emotions. He will not control her actions. He will not control her future. Now with her mind set, nothing can shake the power she felt within herself. The power to face him again. The power to save Jeff.

She glanced at her watch. Eleven Forty-Five. Ok. Not much time left. If all was going well, Trish and Glen should be on the roof keeping a watch, Matt in the alley, and Christian at the front of the building and Edge at the road. There is no way that they will get out of here with her. They'd come, make the exchange. While Matt and Christian talk it over.they get him to make the call. Then Edge slashes their tires, everything works out. Right? She exhaled, continuing to pace yet again.

Lita looked out through the large glass doors as a black Lamborghini drove up. She stepped out as Christian came to her side. Matt peaked around the corner, glanced behind him, then stepped out, comforted that no one used that access.

Two men stepped out of the car. One was a tiny man with a cleft chin and bright green eyes. He slammed his passenger door and circled the car to the front, all the while running his hands through his hair. The driver put the car in park and opened his door. A much larger man, almost a full foot over his partner stepped out. His crew-cut hair and hardened features screamed for respect and brought a feeling of intimidation from the smaller three in front of him.

The smaller of the two scanned the area before standing before the wrestlers. "Come on, then."

Lita stepped towards him but Matt reached out, grabbing the Diva's arm. "Where's Nate? He was supposed to come."

The larger man opened his mouth as if to answer, but the smaller lifted a hand, silencing his partner. "We don't need to respond to them, Joey."

Joey smiled and nodded, falling back into the role of intimidator that he did so well.

The smaller man, Jacks, turned back to the group. "He's here. No need to worry."

Christian crossed his arms. "Then where?"

"You'll see soon enough." Jacks answered before motioning for Matt to step closer to him. Matt did just that and Jacks leaned forward to whisper. "And you've just lost."

Matt's eyes trailed down to see a gun, a .44 caliber handgun to be exact, aimed for his stomach. "LITA, RUN QUI."

The gun fired.

"NO! MATT!" Trish screamed from the roof.

A haunting silence fell as Lita saw Matt fall to his knees in slow motion. Her head spun, her knees weak, as he looked at her. His eyes widened as he slowly felt his way across his abs, then brought his hand within view to see the crimson fluid covering it. He mouthed the words 'Run'.

And Lita did just that. The world returned to normal speed for her as she turned to the door. Another man with white hair stood there with a switchblade drawn. She gasped and quickly spun heading down the alley, trying with everything inside her to get away from the men who wanted her.

Christian and Edge saw Lita run down the empty alley way. Edge let out a cry and ran towards the low sitting car and with a leap, dove over the top. His shoulder plowed into the bigger man, bringing Joey down to the ground. Christian ran towards Jacks, who responded by pointing a gun into his face. "I'd tell your brother to stop if I were you."

Edge looked up and saw the immediate danger his brother was in. He stepped off his victim and stood next to his brother. The white haired man, Vinny, stepped through the doors and stood behind them, knife to Edge's back. "I'm sorry." He whispered so only Edge heard.

The blonde glanced behind him and saw the remorseful stare in the other man's eyes. Edge lowered his gaze to the ground, aware now that Lita was alone.

Jacks looked at his watch. "Ah, very good. Our job here is done. Grab your friend." He demanded, pointing to Matt with his free hand. "And go and stand over there." Pointing to the other end of the parking lot.

Edge and Christian complied, hoisting up the Hardy and carrying him. Christian's eyes met his brother. "Moving him is going to make it worse."

Edge looked down at the black-haired man. "I don't know if it'll make a difference now."

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As the alley grew darker, Lita slowed and turned to look behind her. She squinted and saw Edge and Christian carrying an unconscious Matt. "ADAM!!!!"

He looked up and she knew he saw her. Then he started running towards her, yelling.

She couldn't hear him. What did he.

An arm wrapped around her neck as a cloth was placed over her mouth. She struggled against him, kicking back attempting to kick at his groin. Her attacker blocked with his legs. The world spun again, and Lita felt the blackness surrounding her. The darkness racing to consume her. Then a voice whispered. "I have you."

Lita's eyes widened as she reflexively inhaled, bringing the fumes further into her lungs. Her legs gave way and her eyes closed. And that instant Lita collapsed into Nate's arms, unconscious.

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