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.
When the last bolt clicked, Lita turned to Jeff, a completely different look gracing her face and eyes. Concern etched into her features. "Oh God, Jeff baby." She reached for his cheek.
But Jeff pulled back, jerking his head to the side and away from her touch. Her hand paused in mid-air then she slowly brought it to her side, tears now forming in her eyes. She stepped closer, reaching out slower this time.
"Don't." he said, his eyes locked on her face. "Just don't." His jaw tightened, his teeth pressed together. His shoulders tensed and he tugged on his restraints, but to no avail.
"Jeff." Chris said. He looked to Lita, seeing the dampness around her hazel eyes.an obvious reaction to Jeff's sudden coldness. "Jeff look, don't act like."
"Like what?" Jeff snarled. "Like a dick? Like I'm pissed? Why not? I am pissed." He pulled hard on the ropes now, blood oozing from his wrists where the ropes held fast.
Lita stepped back finding herself against Chris's chest. "Jeff." She whispered in a hurt tone. "Please, I just."
"Just what?" he spat. "Just wanted to help? That's what I was doing. I told you to run. You were supposed to run and forget. I didn't want you here. That's why I did what I did, so you wouldn't have to. Your life was not part of the deal. Your life is not worth this."
"Oh and yours is?" She said, forcefully, stepping away from Jericho and steeling herself before Jeff. "I'm supposed to believe that I should be held on a high pedestal while your life can be thrown away so easily."
"Yes." Jeff said, a psychotic fire blaring in his eyes. "My life is peanuts compared to yours. They're not going to kill Jericho. They just brought him cuz he came out at the wrong time. He'll live. Me? They'll probably kill me eventually, when they're done batting me around like a catnip."
Lita shoulders tensed, her fists clenched. "And I'm supposed to just run off and forget about you? That's what you want. You wanted me to just leave and move on, never thinking about you again. How in the hell did you expect me to do that? You leave me a letter filled with this." she sighed looking to the ceiling a moment, trying to hold the tears back as well as find the right words, then looked back to him. "God, I can't even describe it.and I'm supposed to just leave and forget you ever said anything?"
"Yes." He spat. "I told you everything I've needed to say since I met you. You were supposed to take that and leave me." He pulled again on the ropes, the fibers now red from the blood he drew. "Leave and never come back. No regrets, just go so he'd never find you. That's what I wanted."
"And what about what I wanted?" she countered. "Doesn't that matter?"
"Of course it does." He yelled. "But this was just stupid, Lita. Stupid. You can't tell me you wanted to come. You wanted to stay the hell away from Nate for the longest time. Hell, I know how much you never wanted to see him again. Everything inside you told you to get away like I said. But you didn't listen to it. It was foolish. Stupid and foolish. We're here so that you didn't have to be."
Lita flinched at his brash tone but he continued. "And now everything we just went through was for nothing." He stressed the last word with another tug at the ropes.
Lita turned her head to look at Chris, only to see his downward gaze avoiding hers. "Is that how you feel too?"
Chris didn't answer. He patted her shoulder then stepped back, walking past the redhead and to the corner, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. He banged his head once against the concrete wall then closed his eyes.
She looked back to Jeff, noting that fierce fire blazing in his eyes, the complete tenseness of his body. "It's my fault you're here to begin with. My involvement with Nate. I couldn't let you do it again. Not alone. You've protected me so many times and I never once did anything like that for you. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here. I came because he WOULD have killed you! Both of you! I don't care what y'all say or think. You'd both be dead."
"Then you should've let us die." Jeff said, matter-of-factly. "At least then we wouldn't have been afraid to lash back and maybe take a couple of them fuckers with us. But with you here."
"We just can't risk it." Jericho finished, his eyes still closed.
Lita sighed, running a hand through her hair. She bowed her head, burying her face in her hands. Feeling the tears, she quickly turned from the Hardy's glare. The force had her stumble back a couple of feet, but she steadied herself, feeling her shoulders shake freely now. She bit her lip, trying to muffle her own sobs. How could he be so cold? She only wanted to help. Lita knew she couldn't live without Jeff, without Chris. She'd live her life full of regrets with the thought that maybe she could have helped them. Maybe she could've saved one, even if she had to sacrifice herself. She felt a slight pull on the tips of her hair.
"Lita." A soft voice called.
Then she realized it was Jeff trying to reach for her. She stayed put a moment, leaning back slightly. She felt his fingers in her hair again, stroking down to the tips. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
"Honey, look at me." He said, and Lita turned. Jeff's demeanor softened; all the aggression and anger seemingly drained. There were even tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I didn't mean to." he bowed his head, not wanting to see the pain in her any longer. "I know you just."
She stepped closer and reached up with her hand, resting it against his cheek. She smiled when he didn't jerk away, but leaned into her touch. "Jeff." She lifted his head, wanting to look into his face, those features that she had loved for so long. "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do something."
"I know." He sighed, closing his eyes, relishing in the fact that her hand stayed put, her thumb caressing his cheekbone. "I promise. He will never hurt you again and I will get you out of here."
She stepped closer, resting her cheek against his and wrapping her arms around his neck. He leaned into her and she smiled. "Don't make me a promise you can't keep." She whispered.
She felt Jeff tense. "I intend to keep it." He said, fiercely.
Lita pulled back, confused but noting the seriousness and determination. Her eyes skimmed his face. Despite the cuts and scratches and bruises, this was still Jeff. Her Jeff. Yes, he did look different. And the cut down his eye and over his cheek would most likely scar. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. All that was important was for them to get out.
She recognized it now. That look in his eyes. It was the same look he had that night years ago when he'd said those same words. The fire she saw in the locker room before he went after Essa. It was the same passion.
Jeff furrowed his brow. "What? What's wrong?"
Lita smiled. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong." She moved towards him, cupping his face in her hands. "I believe you. I believe in you. And we will get out."
Jeff nodded the determined look returning. "I will get *you* out."
Relief washed over her face as she lowered her hands and backed away. "Wait." He called. "Come back." She stayed in place. "No, closer." He commanded. "Like before."
She obliged, pushing against him, standing almost nose to nose. "What is it, Jeff." Her head spun to see the door at a sound.
The bolts clicked; the first, second then third. Then silence and what sounded to be like arguing from whoever stood behind the door. Jeff saw Lita tense, the fear in her stature obvious now. "Don't go. Wait. Look at me!" she obeyed, locking her eyes with his once again. "Go over by Chris and stay there. Hopefully they'll leave you alone." She nodded, and stepped back. "Wait," She paused at his call. "I love you."
Her heart swelled and she stepped forward planting a quick yet fierce kiss on his lips, her hands trailing over his cheeks and raking roughly through his hair. He sighed as her tongue forced past his lips and into his mouth. Her taste, sweet; the passion, evident.
The door opened and Lita broke the kiss, pulling away swiftly, making sure to keep her eyes averted from his face. She couldn't bear to see whatever emotions swirled in his eyes. It would break her heart so she quickly ran towards Jericho, lying down at his feet, once again pretending as if she were still unconscious.
She squinted, seeing Nate and the two men from before walking towards Jeff. The two untied the Hardy, holding the young man up. Nate smiled. "What's wrong, boy? Not strong enough to stand on your own."
Jeff stiffened and pushed away from his help, standing now without support, however groggily that might be. "Lead the way." He said, coolly.
Nate jabbed him, hard in the stomach. And Jeff fell to the ground, curling into a ball. Lita moved to get up, but Jericho pushed her down with a forceful hand. She looked up to him but the warning in his eyes stilled her. And she struggled no longer. She settled back down, only watching what the three did to Jeff.
The Hardy groaned and pushed himself onto all fours, his head hanging. Jeff spat, then pressed the back of his hand against his mouth. He sat back onto his knees, glaring up at Nate. "That the best you can do."
The anger fueled through Nate and he hoisted the younger man up, throwing him into Joey and Jacks. "Bring him." And he led them up the stairs and out the door, bolting it behind them.
*** Oh what a beautiful REEEEEEEEEEVIEEEEEEEEW. Oh what I beautiful Day. . I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. But reviews, I like. ***
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.
When the last bolt clicked, Lita turned to Jeff, a completely different look gracing her face and eyes. Concern etched into her features. "Oh God, Jeff baby." She reached for his cheek.
But Jeff pulled back, jerking his head to the side and away from her touch. Her hand paused in mid-air then she slowly brought it to her side, tears now forming in her eyes. She stepped closer, reaching out slower this time.
"Don't." he said, his eyes locked on her face. "Just don't." His jaw tightened, his teeth pressed together. His shoulders tensed and he tugged on his restraints, but to no avail.
"Jeff." Chris said. He looked to Lita, seeing the dampness around her hazel eyes.an obvious reaction to Jeff's sudden coldness. "Jeff look, don't act like."
"Like what?" Jeff snarled. "Like a dick? Like I'm pissed? Why not? I am pissed." He pulled hard on the ropes now, blood oozing from his wrists where the ropes held fast.
Lita stepped back finding herself against Chris's chest. "Jeff." She whispered in a hurt tone. "Please, I just."
"Just what?" he spat. "Just wanted to help? That's what I was doing. I told you to run. You were supposed to run and forget. I didn't want you here. That's why I did what I did, so you wouldn't have to. Your life was not part of the deal. Your life is not worth this."
"Oh and yours is?" She said, forcefully, stepping away from Jericho and steeling herself before Jeff. "I'm supposed to believe that I should be held on a high pedestal while your life can be thrown away so easily."
"Yes." Jeff said, a psychotic fire blaring in his eyes. "My life is peanuts compared to yours. They're not going to kill Jericho. They just brought him cuz he came out at the wrong time. He'll live. Me? They'll probably kill me eventually, when they're done batting me around like a catnip."
Lita shoulders tensed, her fists clenched. "And I'm supposed to just run off and forget about you? That's what you want. You wanted me to just leave and move on, never thinking about you again. How in the hell did you expect me to do that? You leave me a letter filled with this." she sighed looking to the ceiling a moment, trying to hold the tears back as well as find the right words, then looked back to him. "God, I can't even describe it.and I'm supposed to just leave and forget you ever said anything?"
"Yes." He spat. "I told you everything I've needed to say since I met you. You were supposed to take that and leave me." He pulled again on the ropes, the fibers now red from the blood he drew. "Leave and never come back. No regrets, just go so he'd never find you. That's what I wanted."
"And what about what I wanted?" she countered. "Doesn't that matter?"
"Of course it does." He yelled. "But this was just stupid, Lita. Stupid. You can't tell me you wanted to come. You wanted to stay the hell away from Nate for the longest time. Hell, I know how much you never wanted to see him again. Everything inside you told you to get away like I said. But you didn't listen to it. It was foolish. Stupid and foolish. We're here so that you didn't have to be."
Lita flinched at his brash tone but he continued. "And now everything we just went through was for nothing." He stressed the last word with another tug at the ropes.
Lita turned her head to look at Chris, only to see his downward gaze avoiding hers. "Is that how you feel too?"
Chris didn't answer. He patted her shoulder then stepped back, walking past the redhead and to the corner, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. He banged his head once against the concrete wall then closed his eyes.
She looked back to Jeff, noting that fierce fire blazing in his eyes, the complete tenseness of his body. "It's my fault you're here to begin with. My involvement with Nate. I couldn't let you do it again. Not alone. You've protected me so many times and I never once did anything like that for you. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here. I came because he WOULD have killed you! Both of you! I don't care what y'all say or think. You'd both be dead."
"Then you should've let us die." Jeff said, matter-of-factly. "At least then we wouldn't have been afraid to lash back and maybe take a couple of them fuckers with us. But with you here."
"We just can't risk it." Jericho finished, his eyes still closed.
Lita sighed, running a hand through her hair. She bowed her head, burying her face in her hands. Feeling the tears, she quickly turned from the Hardy's glare. The force had her stumble back a couple of feet, but she steadied herself, feeling her shoulders shake freely now. She bit her lip, trying to muffle her own sobs. How could he be so cold? She only wanted to help. Lita knew she couldn't live without Jeff, without Chris. She'd live her life full of regrets with the thought that maybe she could have helped them. Maybe she could've saved one, even if she had to sacrifice herself. She felt a slight pull on the tips of her hair.
"Lita." A soft voice called.
Then she realized it was Jeff trying to reach for her. She stayed put a moment, leaning back slightly. She felt his fingers in her hair again, stroking down to the tips. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
"Honey, look at me." He said, and Lita turned. Jeff's demeanor softened; all the aggression and anger seemingly drained. There were even tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I didn't mean to." he bowed his head, not wanting to see the pain in her any longer. "I know you just."
She stepped closer and reached up with her hand, resting it against his cheek. She smiled when he didn't jerk away, but leaned into her touch. "Jeff." She lifted his head, wanting to look into his face, those features that she had loved for so long. "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do something."
"I know." He sighed, closing his eyes, relishing in the fact that her hand stayed put, her thumb caressing his cheekbone. "I promise. He will never hurt you again and I will get you out of here."
She stepped closer, resting her cheek against his and wrapping her arms around his neck. He leaned into her and she smiled. "Don't make me a promise you can't keep." She whispered.
She felt Jeff tense. "I intend to keep it." He said, fiercely.
Lita pulled back, confused but noting the seriousness and determination. Her eyes skimmed his face. Despite the cuts and scratches and bruises, this was still Jeff. Her Jeff. Yes, he did look different. And the cut down his eye and over his cheek would most likely scar. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. All that was important was for them to get out.
She recognized it now. That look in his eyes. It was the same look he had that night years ago when he'd said those same words. The fire she saw in the locker room before he went after Essa. It was the same passion.
Jeff furrowed his brow. "What? What's wrong?"
Lita smiled. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong." She moved towards him, cupping his face in her hands. "I believe you. I believe in you. And we will get out."
Jeff nodded the determined look returning. "I will get *you* out."
Relief washed over her face as she lowered her hands and backed away. "Wait." He called. "Come back." She stayed in place. "No, closer." He commanded. "Like before."
She obliged, pushing against him, standing almost nose to nose. "What is it, Jeff." Her head spun to see the door at a sound.
The bolts clicked; the first, second then third. Then silence and what sounded to be like arguing from whoever stood behind the door. Jeff saw Lita tense, the fear in her stature obvious now. "Don't go. Wait. Look at me!" she obeyed, locking her eyes with his once again. "Go over by Chris and stay there. Hopefully they'll leave you alone." She nodded, and stepped back. "Wait," She paused at his call. "I love you."
Her heart swelled and she stepped forward planting a quick yet fierce kiss on his lips, her hands trailing over his cheeks and raking roughly through his hair. He sighed as her tongue forced past his lips and into his mouth. Her taste, sweet; the passion, evident.
The door opened and Lita broke the kiss, pulling away swiftly, making sure to keep her eyes averted from his face. She couldn't bear to see whatever emotions swirled in his eyes. It would break her heart so she quickly ran towards Jericho, lying down at his feet, once again pretending as if she were still unconscious.
She squinted, seeing Nate and the two men from before walking towards Jeff. The two untied the Hardy, holding the young man up. Nate smiled. "What's wrong, boy? Not strong enough to stand on your own."
Jeff stiffened and pushed away from his help, standing now without support, however groggily that might be. "Lead the way." He said, coolly.
Nate jabbed him, hard in the stomach. And Jeff fell to the ground, curling into a ball. Lita moved to get up, but Jericho pushed her down with a forceful hand. She looked up to him but the warning in his eyes stilled her. And she struggled no longer. She settled back down, only watching what the three did to Jeff.
The Hardy groaned and pushed himself onto all fours, his head hanging. Jeff spat, then pressed the back of his hand against his mouth. He sat back onto his knees, glaring up at Nate. "That the best you can do."
The anger fueled through Nate and he hoisted the younger man up, throwing him into Joey and Jacks. "Bring him." And he led them up the stairs and out the door, bolting it behind them.
*** Oh what a beautiful REEEEEEEEEEVIEEEEEEEEW. Oh what I beautiful Day. . I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. But reviews, I like. ***
