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.

Chris felt the ground, the cold dirt against his back. He slowly turned his hand over, grabbing at the ground beneath him. Everything hurt. His chest and ribs ached from the pressure. His arms were sore from the weight. His head pounded like the rhythmic beatings of drums. He rolled onto his stomach and opened his eyes.

He could see nothing, the room too dark. After looking around for a good two minutes, his vision cleared. Lightly shaking his head, he turned. On his left, Jeff hung, his back towards Jericho; Jeff's arms stretched out and tied between two wooden beams, his head bowed. Chris thought Jeff must be unconscious for his legs gave no sign of holding up his weight. Laying his head in his arms, Chris watched as Tack circled his friend.

"You've only got 10 minutes left, boy." Tack's voice was filled with anger and aggression. He stood in front of the Hardy, drawing the knife carefully down the younger man's chest to his navel. The shallow cut only drew the sparsest of blood, but enough for the entire line to show. "Oh what, you won't even cringe now."

"It's not worth it." Jeff breathed. "You'll just do it again whether I react or not." He looked up, his eyes locking with those of Tack. "So why even bother?"

Tack laughed. "Ah. Still got some spunk." And he punched Jeff in the jaw, sending the Hardy rocking back and forth in the ropes. He walked around the back and kicked at his right knee. The Hardy's quick intake of breath brought a smile to the larger man's face. "I'm allowed to have my way with you, boy. And I tend to..."

Tack's phone rang and the large man grabbed the object from his belt, bringing it to his ear. "Hello.yea.uh huh.{click}" He snapped the phone shut and reattached it to his belt.

Jeff pulled himself up with the ropes, attempting to stand of his own power. "Yeah, well I figured you'll get bored with me eventually."

Tack smirked and stood in front of the younger man. "I don't think that'll ever happen." He grabbed Jeff's face, squeezing his cheeks so the Hardy couldn't turn his head. "Now let's see that pretty little face of yours." Tack forced Jeff's face to the side. He pushed the tip of the knife into Jeff's forehead and carefully yet forcefully drew it down, over his eye, and down his cheek and jaw and stopping just at the collarbone. The blood flowed freely this time, this cut more then deep enough to bleed. "We'll see if your little slut can still love you if she can't even bear to look at you." With those words he drew the knife over Jeff's hairline, the blood oozing from each new opening. When the knife reached Jeff's temple, Tack pulled it away and stared at the reddened blade. He tilted his head left, right, then ran his tongue over the flat of the blade from handle to tip, licking away the blood he had just drawn. With a grin he smashed his fist into Jeff's gut and began to circle again.

Chris groaned, pushing himself up with his hands. "Leave him." His arms gave way as he collapsed back down to the floor.

"Marvelous." Tack said, facing the blonde Canadian. "It looks like your gallant protector has finally decided to join us." He walked towards Jericho and stood on the blonde man's back.

Chris clenched his teeth but refused to cry out. The dead weight on his broken skin and bruised ribs hurt to high hell. But be damned if Chris would give the satisfaction of screaming.

The door at the top of the stairs creaked open. Tack glanced up, and seeing people walk down, instantly stepped off of Jericho's back. Nate walked down first and stood in front of Tack. "I see you've been having fun." He said, surveying the damage. "I hope you haven't broken them completely."

Tack nervously looked at Nate then turned, walking back towards the Hardy and Jericho. "Nah. They're pretty tough. I just roughed 'em up a bit. You know, teaching them a lesson in respect."

Joey pushed his way past Nate, the redhead slung over his shoulder. He walked to where Jericho lay and kicked the blonde man. With a groan, Jericho rolled away from the impact; and Joey dropped Lita onto the white sheet that was previously occupied.

Nate knelt down, running his fingers down the redhead's cheek. A gesture that both worried and confused his men in the room. "Nobody touches her, got that. No one. And if I find a single cut, bruise, or mark on any part of her body.you will all be dead before anyone knows what happens." He stood, his eyes now meeting those of Tack, Joey, and Jacks. "Got it!"

The three men nodded, nervously and the four turned towards the stairs. Vinny waited at the top and when all had passed him, took his turn, walking down the stairs. He quietly placed the jug of water, basin, and four or so white towels on the trunk. He exhaled and turned towards the captives. Why? Why did Nate have to take them all? The plan was originally for only Jeff. And Nate had told them all that the Youngest Hardy was the conniving little bastard who was only out for his own well-being. And over the last few hours, he'd seen the lies behind that description.

The entire situation didn't feel right. Everything's moving to fast. Too many kidnappings in too soon a period. Nate was getting sloppy and Vinny knew it was only a matter of time. He wanted out. He wanted nothing to do with this anymore. He hated the thought of going after Jeff. But he hadn't known him, so it didn't hurt as much. But Lita, Lita and he grew up together, the same block. And here he was helping this idiot hurt her. But it was already too late for him to do anything about it. He owed Nate. And for the rest of his life, he'd have to do what that man wanted.

Vinny ran a hand through his white hair, scratching at the back of his neck. 'Favors do screw you over in the end', he thought. He turned his back and walked up the stairs, making sure to bolt the door behind him.

+++

Trish paced the hospital waiting room. "What's going on? It's been over four hours. Where are they? What, are all the doctors on vacation? Why don't we know anything?"

Christian lifted his head from his hands. "Trish, you gotta just chill. They'll let us know the minute they can."

Edge stood, grabbing the woman's shoulders to stop her movement. "And please stop pacing. You're making me nauseous." He forced her into a chair then took the seat next to her. "Just relax."

"Relax." Trish said, clenching her teeth. "I can't just relax. Matt's in there and . all that blood and he."

Torrie sat to the other side of Trish, grabbing for the other woman's hand. "I know. Honey, you're getting yourself all worked up. You know Matt. He'll be fine. He never gives up a fight."

"Hello."

The group looked up to see a stocky man in a lab coat looking down at them through wide rimmed glasses; a tall thin woman in a similar coat behind him. Trish jumped to her feet. "Are you the.Is he."

"Is Mr. Hardy here?" he asked.

"No. The father lives in North Carolina." Glen answered from the other side of the room. "And his brother is.away as well. Is he ok?"

"This information can only be disclosed if family is present. I really must get in touch with a blood relative." The doctor informed.

"Can't you just tell us?" Edge said. "He is a brother to all of us. We are each other's family."

"I'm sorry, sir. I really."

"But I'm his fiancé. He just purposed last night." Trish interrupted, bringing shocked glances from all others present as she flashed the ring at the doctor. "Can't you please tell me? I . I have to know.Oh God it must be bad if you.please say that he's ok."

The doctor removed his glasses, sighing. "Since it is late at night, I will trust you to inform his father in the morning." Trish nodded, so the doctor continued. "I'll be frank, miss. I'm not one for beating around the bush. I don't know if he'll make it. The bullet entered his body and exited cleanly. However, it punctured his right kidney. The organ is no longer useful and is being rejected by his body. He's in Intensive Care now. We operated immediately and removed what was left of that kidney. It's good when you got him here when you did, because his enzymes had already entered his blood stream. We're trying to filter as much as we can."

The doctor cracked his neck then looked back at the teary eyed wrestlers. "There is a shortage of blood here and he may need a transfusion within the next hour."

Glen raked his fingers through his hair then turned walking out the door, obviously needing to vent. After a long pause, the doctor shifted from foot to foot. "I wish I had better news, miss. But if any of you have a blood type of A positive."

"I'm O positive." Edge's voice cracked. He cleared his throat and stood up. "Will that do?"

The doctor nodded. "Yes. Come with me. We'll do this as quickly as possible." He turned his back, ready to walk away.

"Wait." Trish called. "Can I see him?"

The doctor turned back to see the tears in the young woman's eyes. "He's in intensive care, miss. I really don't know if."

"Please." Trish begged. "I have to see him."

The doctor shot a glance to the nurse behind him. "Take her to him. Get her cleaned up and put her in a pair of scrubs." He looked back at Trish. "Remember it's an intensive care unit. Under no circumstance do you remove the cover from your mouth, the cap from your head or the gloves from your hands. Everything must be sterile. You may stay with him tonight."

Trish sighed, shakily. "Thank you. Thank you."

The nurse grabbed the blonde's arm, leading her away. "Now, dear, you really must stop that crying. It will do him no good."

As the double doors swung shut, Christian looked to Torrie, the only other person in the room. Torrie knew his thoughts immediately and flew into his arms, crying freely now. Christian ducked his head into her hair, feeling the impending tears as well. And the two just held each other, the fear and emotions of the last hours finally overwhelming them.

*** Well, it's finally break between semesters, home home again WOO!!! This is the last update till next year . so I ended it on a fairly good halfway point . that's right friends. Half way. So review away. And if I get enough reviews, I'll update on my first day back. Blackmail.why yes. ( so look for a new chapter the second week of January. Have a great holiday. And thanks for reading. - C.C.***