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.
Torrie sighed as she nestled further into the uncomfortable chair of the waiting room. She wrapped her arms around her legs as she curled them against her chest. What was taking so long? I mean giving blood is just a one shot thing. They prep you, shove a needle in the arm, suck the life outta ya, then send you walking.
The doors swung open and Edge stumbled out, two nurses holding him up by the arms. He pulled away from them. "I'm fine. Jeez, it's not like I'm drunk."
"If you'd just please sit down, Mr. Copeland." One of the nurses said coolly.
Christian jumped from his seat and ran to Edge's side. "What is it? Why does he look half dead?"
The other nurse helped Christian lead his friend to an empty chair before answering. "He was quite the stubborn man and insisted we take the two pints that Mr. Hardy needed. He'll be a little dizzy, but should be fine in a little while."
"I'm already fine. Would ya'll stop fussing over me and go remove an appendix or take a nap or do whatever it is you people do on the night shift."
The two nurses shook their heads as they turned and walked through the swinging doors.
Torrie took the opportunity to move next to Edge, taking the neighboring seat. "Two pints? Adam, you can't be serious?"
Edge nodded. "Of course I am. It should be me stuck in that hell with Jeff, not Chris. If not there, it should be me hooked up to all those tubes instead of Matt. If I'dve just been more spontaneous. Going with my gut feeling and stop thinking through all these damned situations, none of this would've happened."
Christian rested a hand on Edge's arm. "It's not your fault. You brought Lita back to us from that alley. If you hadn't have kept her hidden, she'd have been lost then. But you brought her back."
"All the good it did." Edge said, spitefully. "They got her anyway."
"They won't hurt her." Torrie said softly.
"How do you know?" Edge asked, his eyes piercing through Torrie's now.
"Because Jeff and Chris won't let them." Kane said from the other side of the room. The others jumped at his answer, but he approached them slowly. "We've got to get to that house. We have to get there and do something before things get worse."
"Worse?" Torrie asked. "How could things possibly get any worse?"
Kane sighed as he sat next to Torrie, grabbing the woman's hand in a gesture meant to comfort. "After everything that just happened, I wouldn't put anything past them."
Christian stood, dragging his brother up as well. "We have to find a way to get to that house. But we don't even know where it is."
"And wherever it is, Torrie is not following." Edge added.
The two other males nodded their agreement. And Torrie was not about to argue. "But how are we going to find that out. We don't even know his last name to look in a directory."
Christian smiled. "I know exactly how we're going to find it." He led his brother to the exit, knowing the others would follow. "Hopefully."
The four rode in silence back to the hotel. Christian did not speak of his plans. Torrie shifted nervously, knowing that if somebody didn't say something soon, she'd scream. They drove into the parking lot and all four got out. Before entering, Christian turned to the three but his voice directing to Kane. "Glen, we need to get the key to Lita's room from that guy at the desk. Edge, Chris and Lita apparently gave him a real fright earlier. And considering you're about a foot taller, I'm sure you can get it for us."
Kane nodded and the four entered. Christian, Edge and Torrie waited by the elevator while Kane walked up to the clerk. Edge smirked as Kane merely looked at Jim, the smaller man quickly handing over the key. "Now that's the way to do it."
Kane walked towards the group, an equally amused smirk on his face as well. "I suppose we're going up?"
The elevator dinged and Christian nodded. "Way ahead of you."
The four stepped into the elevator, rode up to the fourth floor and stepped off. Kane looked at the key and walked to the right, the others following closely in toe. When they reached the matching door, Kane slid the key in and opened the door, the group now walking into the room.
Christian flipped the light switch and brushed past the others to dig in one of Lita's bags. The others stood confused, unsure of how to react to what Christian was doing.
After about five minutes of searching, Christian turned, a beautiful book in his hands. He sat on the bed, his hand caressing the cloth binding, but he didn't open. "She said she would write about it to vent. Maybe." his eyes looked up, locking on the three. "Maybe she wrote about where he lived. I mean coming here had to be hard enough. Maybe she reminisced or something."
Edge walked over to Christian, sitting down next to him. "That's her diary. We can't just open it up and skim through it. If you were a woman, would you want a man to read through your personal writings, no matter who he was?"
"I know." Christian said, turning the book over once in his hands. "But what else can we do. We have to get to them."
Glen sighed, running a hand through his long hair. "So we have no choice. You have to read it."
Torrie jumped at the reference. She knew he spoke to her, but she only shook her head. "I.I." She made her way across the room and sat in one of the chairs. "I can't do that to her. That's private, I couldn't."
Christian held the book out to her. "You're her friend and it's in her best interest. We have to find them."
Torrie shook her head, her eyes glassing over slightly. "I can't because I'm her friend. We can call the cops and tell them. Let them handle it."
"And tell them what?" Edge said, calmly. "Our friends have been kidnapped by some guy named Nate who lives in a country house not far from here. That wouldn't do us any good. By the time they even filed the report. Jeff, Lita, Chris, they could be dead by then."
Torrie did not respond.
Christian stood, placing the book in the blonde's lap. "You'll need to read from a few months ago. Like from around when they told us the schedule. When we knew we'd be coming to Seattle. That's when the proximity to his property would be the most haunting for her."
Torrie clutched the diary to her chest, a tear sliding down her cheek. "I can't. There's.private things that I shouldn't know. I mean what if I find some fantasy she wrote about or her true feelings about any one of us. How am I supposed to go on knowing that.knowing I single handedly destroyed everything we've had together. You don't understand. She trusts me. The things she's told me in confidence, the things I've told her. I can't just."
"If you don't, we may never find her for you to deal with that feeling." Kane answered, an eerie coolness to his tone. "Could you live with their lives plaguing your conscience?"
"Stop playing my guilt!" she yelled then bowed her head.
Edge jumped from his seat, kneeling at the little blonde's side. "Honey, we're not trying to play your guilt." He stroked a hand through her hair. "It's the only way for us to find out. Can you understand that?" He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head so he could see her eyes. And he softened considerably at the tear slipping down her cheek. "Can you see that we need to know, and this may be the only way?"
Torrie stared into Edge's eyes. Her gaze unmoved, unwavering. After thirty seconds, Kane and Christian shifted, uncomfortably. But Edge did not move. He kept his gaze locked, knowing the Torrie was searching inside of him. Searching for any other possible route. After a full minute, Torrie ducked her head, sighing with a ragged breath. Edge smiled weakly then stepped away and towards the bed, knowing that anything read in that book should only be read by Torrie. And anything else the little blonde discovered should go no further.
When Edge settled himself on the bed Torrie straightened herself in the chair. She closed her eyes, breathing a moment to settle her nerves. She opened the book as she opened her eyes, seeking out the month of October, the month they all knew Seattle would be holding Wrestlemania. With the date found, Torrie sighed again. And she read. She read knowing that all written was never meant for her eyes but for Lita's alone. She read knowing that it might be the only way to find her beloved friend again. She read knowing that what she did now, betrayed every trust.
*** It's a long one, I know. But please review. They help me greatly to know what you all think. Thanks - C.C. ***
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.
Torrie sighed as she nestled further into the uncomfortable chair of the waiting room. She wrapped her arms around her legs as she curled them against her chest. What was taking so long? I mean giving blood is just a one shot thing. They prep you, shove a needle in the arm, suck the life outta ya, then send you walking.
The doors swung open and Edge stumbled out, two nurses holding him up by the arms. He pulled away from them. "I'm fine. Jeez, it's not like I'm drunk."
"If you'd just please sit down, Mr. Copeland." One of the nurses said coolly.
Christian jumped from his seat and ran to Edge's side. "What is it? Why does he look half dead?"
The other nurse helped Christian lead his friend to an empty chair before answering. "He was quite the stubborn man and insisted we take the two pints that Mr. Hardy needed. He'll be a little dizzy, but should be fine in a little while."
"I'm already fine. Would ya'll stop fussing over me and go remove an appendix or take a nap or do whatever it is you people do on the night shift."
The two nurses shook their heads as they turned and walked through the swinging doors.
Torrie took the opportunity to move next to Edge, taking the neighboring seat. "Two pints? Adam, you can't be serious?"
Edge nodded. "Of course I am. It should be me stuck in that hell with Jeff, not Chris. If not there, it should be me hooked up to all those tubes instead of Matt. If I'dve just been more spontaneous. Going with my gut feeling and stop thinking through all these damned situations, none of this would've happened."
Christian rested a hand on Edge's arm. "It's not your fault. You brought Lita back to us from that alley. If you hadn't have kept her hidden, she'd have been lost then. But you brought her back."
"All the good it did." Edge said, spitefully. "They got her anyway."
"They won't hurt her." Torrie said softly.
"How do you know?" Edge asked, his eyes piercing through Torrie's now.
"Because Jeff and Chris won't let them." Kane said from the other side of the room. The others jumped at his answer, but he approached them slowly. "We've got to get to that house. We have to get there and do something before things get worse."
"Worse?" Torrie asked. "How could things possibly get any worse?"
Kane sighed as he sat next to Torrie, grabbing the woman's hand in a gesture meant to comfort. "After everything that just happened, I wouldn't put anything past them."
Christian stood, dragging his brother up as well. "We have to find a way to get to that house. But we don't even know where it is."
"And wherever it is, Torrie is not following." Edge added.
The two other males nodded their agreement. And Torrie was not about to argue. "But how are we going to find that out. We don't even know his last name to look in a directory."
Christian smiled. "I know exactly how we're going to find it." He led his brother to the exit, knowing the others would follow. "Hopefully."
The four rode in silence back to the hotel. Christian did not speak of his plans. Torrie shifted nervously, knowing that if somebody didn't say something soon, she'd scream. They drove into the parking lot and all four got out. Before entering, Christian turned to the three but his voice directing to Kane. "Glen, we need to get the key to Lita's room from that guy at the desk. Edge, Chris and Lita apparently gave him a real fright earlier. And considering you're about a foot taller, I'm sure you can get it for us."
Kane nodded and the four entered. Christian, Edge and Torrie waited by the elevator while Kane walked up to the clerk. Edge smirked as Kane merely looked at Jim, the smaller man quickly handing over the key. "Now that's the way to do it."
Kane walked towards the group, an equally amused smirk on his face as well. "I suppose we're going up?"
The elevator dinged and Christian nodded. "Way ahead of you."
The four stepped into the elevator, rode up to the fourth floor and stepped off. Kane looked at the key and walked to the right, the others following closely in toe. When they reached the matching door, Kane slid the key in and opened the door, the group now walking into the room.
Christian flipped the light switch and brushed past the others to dig in one of Lita's bags. The others stood confused, unsure of how to react to what Christian was doing.
After about five minutes of searching, Christian turned, a beautiful book in his hands. He sat on the bed, his hand caressing the cloth binding, but he didn't open. "She said she would write about it to vent. Maybe." his eyes looked up, locking on the three. "Maybe she wrote about where he lived. I mean coming here had to be hard enough. Maybe she reminisced or something."
Edge walked over to Christian, sitting down next to him. "That's her diary. We can't just open it up and skim through it. If you were a woman, would you want a man to read through your personal writings, no matter who he was?"
"I know." Christian said, turning the book over once in his hands. "But what else can we do. We have to get to them."
Glen sighed, running a hand through his long hair. "So we have no choice. You have to read it."
Torrie jumped at the reference. She knew he spoke to her, but she only shook her head. "I.I." She made her way across the room and sat in one of the chairs. "I can't do that to her. That's private, I couldn't."
Christian held the book out to her. "You're her friend and it's in her best interest. We have to find them."
Torrie shook her head, her eyes glassing over slightly. "I can't because I'm her friend. We can call the cops and tell them. Let them handle it."
"And tell them what?" Edge said, calmly. "Our friends have been kidnapped by some guy named Nate who lives in a country house not far from here. That wouldn't do us any good. By the time they even filed the report. Jeff, Lita, Chris, they could be dead by then."
Torrie did not respond.
Christian stood, placing the book in the blonde's lap. "You'll need to read from a few months ago. Like from around when they told us the schedule. When we knew we'd be coming to Seattle. That's when the proximity to his property would be the most haunting for her."
Torrie clutched the diary to her chest, a tear sliding down her cheek. "I can't. There's.private things that I shouldn't know. I mean what if I find some fantasy she wrote about or her true feelings about any one of us. How am I supposed to go on knowing that.knowing I single handedly destroyed everything we've had together. You don't understand. She trusts me. The things she's told me in confidence, the things I've told her. I can't just."
"If you don't, we may never find her for you to deal with that feeling." Kane answered, an eerie coolness to his tone. "Could you live with their lives plaguing your conscience?"
"Stop playing my guilt!" she yelled then bowed her head.
Edge jumped from his seat, kneeling at the little blonde's side. "Honey, we're not trying to play your guilt." He stroked a hand through her hair. "It's the only way for us to find out. Can you understand that?" He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head so he could see her eyes. And he softened considerably at the tear slipping down her cheek. "Can you see that we need to know, and this may be the only way?"
Torrie stared into Edge's eyes. Her gaze unmoved, unwavering. After thirty seconds, Kane and Christian shifted, uncomfortably. But Edge did not move. He kept his gaze locked, knowing the Torrie was searching inside of him. Searching for any other possible route. After a full minute, Torrie ducked her head, sighing with a ragged breath. Edge smiled weakly then stepped away and towards the bed, knowing that anything read in that book should only be read by Torrie. And anything else the little blonde discovered should go no further.
When Edge settled himself on the bed Torrie straightened herself in the chair. She closed her eyes, breathing a moment to settle her nerves. She opened the book as she opened her eyes, seeking out the month of October, the month they all knew Seattle would be holding Wrestlemania. With the date found, Torrie sighed again. And she read. She read knowing that all written was never meant for her eyes but for Lita's alone. She read knowing that it might be the only way to find her beloved friend again. She read knowing that what she did now, betrayed every trust.
*** It's a long one, I know. But please review. They help me greatly to know what you all think. Thanks - C.C. ***
