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.

Hands.

On her body.

Lita's eyes bolted open as she pushed away from the unknown contact. "Lita. Lita, honey." That voice. She blinked, attempting to clear her vision. "Lita, sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you."

"Chris?"

"Yeah, honey, it's me."

Her eyes focused and she saw him inching closer to her, a cloth in hand. She waited as he neared, and once close enough he pressed the dampened cloth to her head, wiping away any perspiration that managed to form. "Wait if you're here then." her hand came up abruptly, grabbing Jericho's wrist to still the motion.

Chris slowly looked into her eyes. "Jeff's in pretty bad shape." He answered her unspoken question

Lita lowered his hand and he sat back onto his heels. She in turn leaned back against the concrete wall and for the first time noticed the bruises and cuts gracing the blonde Canadian's body. "Oh God, Chris."

"It's really not that bad." Chris said, looking away. He knew if he made eye contact, he wouldn't be able to lie. "My ribs are the worst and they hurt like hell. The rest is just surface stuff. It's him I'm worried about."

Lita's eyes followed Chris's. She gasped and wearily made it to her feet, stumbling over to the wooden pillars. "Jeff. Jeff, baby." She stood facing him, her hands immediately caressing his face and neck, tilting his head so she could see him clearly. Her eyes widened at the blood and the cuts that were so apparent on him. "Oh God." Lita brought a hand to her mouth, feeling her stomach jump at the sight. The bile churned and everything knotted. She closed her eyes a moment then felt Jericho at her back, a reassuring hand resting on her shoulder. "Chris."

"I know." He said, dangling a wet cloth over her shoulder.

She exhaled, grabbing the cloth. Readying herself, she opened her eyes and faced the younger Hardy again. But this time she refused to flinch. She raised the cloth to his face, gently wiping away the blood and dirt that had been there for.well, she didn't know how long. "Oh, Jeff." She whispered.

Chris sighed. "He's been out for.well, I have no idea. I only woke up about ten minutes before you did. And I have no clue when you got here."

The door creaked open, and Chris spun, his eyes widening as he heard someone coming down. "Come here, quick." He pulled Lita from Jeff and quickly rushed to the sheet. "Lie down, and play like you're still out." Lita did as he beckoned, but still kept her eyes slightly open, enough to see. Chris lay down at her feet, mimicking her; his eyes partly closed as well.

And what they saw surprised them both. Vinny walked down the stairs, a large glass bottle in one hand, a towel draped over the other. The stairs squeaked as he crept down and slowly made his way to the unconscious Hardy. He stopped in front, shaking his head. "I'm sorry about this, kid. But it'll be for the best in the end." He held the bottle under Jeff's nose, hoping the smell would wake him. When Jeff stirred slightly, Vinny tilted the younger man's head back, pouring a little bit of the liquid down his throat.

Jeff coughed; the burning heat coursing down his throat.

Vinny smiled. "Easy there."

Jeff's eyes barely opened. He mumbled something inaudible and rolled his neck, stretching the now completely stiff muscles. After a minute or so, his eyes opened fully and he saw Vinny. "Oh. It's you. Thank god. That stuff tastes like shit."

Vinny smiled. "Hey now, this is vintage stuff. Anyway, I wouldn't be too happy to see me, if I were you. You know they won't be far behind."

"Yeah but at least your not trying to kill me." Jeff responded, watching Vinny take a swig from the bottle.

"I'd hold that comment if I were you, cuz this is going to hurt like hell." Vinny said. He waited for Jeff to clench his teeth, shut his eyes, then nod. Vinny exhaled then lightly poured the liquid over the Hardy's face, chest and back.

Jeff hissed as the burning enveloped his body. "God" he swore.

Vinny took another sip from the bottle before placing it on the floor at his feet. "Sorry, kid. But you knew it had to be done." He took the towel and wiped away at Jeff's face and down his chest, taking away much of the blood. "But there's not much more I can do. How are your arms? They pulled outta the socket yet?"

Jeff straightened his back then inhaled. "Could be worse. Could be better."

"I'd take you down, kid." Vinny said, dampening a towel with water and wiping over the younger man again. "Believe me I would. But if he came down here and found out I was even doing this.well, I don't want to mention what I know he would do."

"Why?" Jeff asked, rolling his shoulders the best he could despite the restraints. "Why are you helping me?"

"Let's just say that there's a lot of stuff I regret. And this isn't going to be one of them."

Jeff nodded, understanding. "How's Chris?"

Vinny leaned to the right, peering over Jeff's shoulder. "He's not bad. Beaten up, but he'll be ok."

Jeff nodded again. He inhaled, this time a confused look crossing his face. He breathed in. What was that? That scent, it was. His eyes widened. "She's here." He struggled against the ropes. "She's here. I know it." His panicked eyes grabbed Vinny's. "He took her. Even after the deal, he took her." When Vinny bowed his head, Jeff sneered. "And you were in on it. What is all this pampering just trying to make you feel better? Ease your own damn conscience."

"I had no choice." Vinny shot back, his face now inches from Jeff's, their gazes both hard and fierce. "I think you'd know first hand what that feels like." Vinny pulled back as Jeff dropped his head.

His shoulders sagged; his legs no longer supported his weight. "I'm sorry. I."

"Don't apologize. And don't stand like that; it's not good for your arms." Vinny said and Jeff obliged, straightening up again. He picked up the bottle, took a sip, then offered some to Jeff, who willing tilted his head back. "Though it's no consolation, I never wanted to hurt her. Not after our past. After everyth."

Vinny trailed off, pulling away the bottle to recap it, as Lita sat up then stood. Her iced eyes froze on his and Vinny stood petrified. This was not the woman that he saw run down the alley from the hotel lobby. This was not the woman he grew up with. She.changed.

Jeff tensed at Vinny's reaction. "What.what is it?" He twisted his head back in a vain attempt to see.

Vinny stood in silence as Lita rounded Jeff, now standing so the Hardy can see her, though her eyes were locked on Vinny. "Hello, Vin." She said.

Jeff saw Chris walk around him from the other side, standing at Vinny's back now. Jeff looked around, confused and not recognizing the woman who stood before him. "Lita?"

Her steeled eyes glanced his way then back at her original target. Vinny responded with a glare of his own, not wanting to sacrifice any weakness that might be apparent within him. "I'm sorry, Li. But I had no choice, just like your boy here. And whether it means something or not, I will not let them hurt you."

That said he looked at Jeff, stepping closer to the younger man. "Here." He pulled out a small pocketknife, slipping it into one of the many pockets of Jeff's pants. "This is only for you to use. Understand? They won't search you, but if the opportunity arises, go for it. And if you're going to do anything, go all the way and get her out." He turned, walking towards the steps, pausing as he took the first, yet not looking back at them. "I promise, when you make your move, I will too." And Vinny straightened his head, walked back up the stairs and bolted the door behind him.

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