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.
"What the HELL are you doing?"
And Lita could barely register the voice before she felt Tack's weight being lifted off of her. Her mind dull and body limp, she gave no response yet something inside her screamed gratitude. Lita's eyes slowly focused.
"If you penetrated her, I'll kill you myself." Vinny threatened.
Tack only smiled. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you." Tack turned his back.walking up the stairs as he zippered his pants. "Though even if you came in here five seconds later.I don't think you could." The door slammed shut.
Vinny quickly turned to Lita, pulling a pocketknife from his back pocket. "Oh God.I'm sorry. I never should have left." He bent down, the redhead immediately flinching away. Vinny could only sigh, then walked towards Chris, cutting the man loose. "I don't want to go near her. She's.She's."
Chris rushed to Lita reaching for the diva. But she fought against him. When he managed cut her ties and pull down her gag, she only spat at him. Lita shook her head hard, scurrying back as far away as she could. "Lita.honey, I'm trying to help you."
He stepped closer again. But Lita only turned her head, whimpering. As Chris inched closer, she kicked at the ground, pushing herself snuggly against the wall.
Chris sighed and looked to Vinny. The other man only lowered his head and Chris could see the guilt racing across his features. He walked towards Vinny. "It's not your fault. If you hadn't gotten here when you did.she'd already have been."
"Don't Say it." Jeff said, forcefully. He hung weakly now, the tear streaks trailing down his face. "Just don't say it."
Jericho looked at Vinny. "Cut him down. Maybe he can help her." Vinny paused. "Please. She may go to him. Let him get near her."
Vinny thought a moment before looking at the Hardy. "If I cut you down, promise me not to fight. And after about ten minutes I need to tie you back.so they don't get suspicious."
Jeff's eyes widened. "Of course. I.we won't do a thing. Please, just let me go to her."
Vinny sighed then cut at Jeff's restraints.one side then the other. When he was free, Jeff immediately collapsed to the floor, his legs giving out beneath him. But Jeff didn't care because he began a slow crawl towards the redhead, "Lita. Lita, honey."
Vinny turned his back and walked with Jericho into a far corner. Both hoped that maybe if she thought she and Jeff were alone.well maybe she'd at least acknowledge someone's presence.
Jeff watched the two disappear into the shadows, then inched closer. "Baby.can you hear me? I'm not going to hurt you."
Lita still flinched back, but her eyes continued to search as if trying to grasp at the familiar voice. She shook her head, now.trying to identify the figure slowly crawling towards her.
Jeff froze as her eyes glued onto him. "Honey, it's me. It's Jeff. Can you just come to me, baby. Please."
Lita furrowed her brow, pushing back. "No. You're not him. He's tied up."
Jeff shook his head, inching closer. "No, sweetie. It's me. Vinny.remember Vinny. He cut me down to check on you. But I don't have much time. I need you to look at me. Come on, baby. Just try."
Lita recognized the voice and forced her eyes shut then reopened them. Her vision focused and Jeff knew she could see him now, for the tears formed in her eyes and she leaned forward slightly. "Jeff?"
Jeff couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. It's me. Baby, he stopped him. Vinny came in before anything happened. He didn't ra.r.do it."
Lita bowed her head, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. "Stopped him? He stopped him?"
Jeff was close enough now that he sat right at her legs. He tentatively reached out, resting a hand on her calf. "Yeah, baby. He stopped him. He pulled him off of you. He didn't." Jeff swallowed. "finish."
Lita sat quietly, as if trying to remember.
Jeff's eyes strayed across her body, immediately noticing the redhead's heavy shakes. The woman's pants were wrapped around her knees. But thank God her thong was still covering her. Jeff didn't think he could bear it if Tack had gotten any further. "Honey, let me help you." And Jeff slowly rose to his knees, his own discomforts and pains shoved to the back of his mind.
Lita didn't flinch from him now, and Jeff slowly reached towards her, bringing the diva to her knees as well. She gave no resistance and Jeff carefully tugged Lita's jeans back up to her waist, easing her from side to side to shimmy them up. He pulled the redhead against him and cautiously buttoned then zippered.
She still gave no reaction to what he was doing and Jeff worried. He returned to a sitting position and urged the woman into his lap. She willingly followed and once he had settled against the wall, she curled into him. Jeff sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I should've been able to pull outta those ropes and."
Lita shook her head. "No. No. No. He.you."
Jeff pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around. "It's ok now."
"Is it really?" she asked, a hint of hope in her voice, however shaken it sounded.
And Jeff couldn't answer. He only sat there, she in his lap. As time slowly passed, the redhead relaxed, her sobs ceased. And Jeff turned his head, kissing her hair.
"I'm sorry, Jeff." She said, tentatively.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. I don't ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth." Jeff said quickly.
Lita pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. "I'm sorry he was going to make you watch."
And Jeff couldn't stop the tears from rising in his eyes and trickling down his face. She wasn't thinking about what he was going to do to her. About the trauma and tortures she would go through because of it. Her first concern was not the horrific aftermath she would suffer. No. She was thinking about the trauma and tortures *he* would have to endure. "I.I."
And a strange fire returned in Lita's eyes. The fire that made her who she was. The fire that made him love her. She reached up, wiping his tears away. "But if it happens again.I won't let them kill you, if I can stop it."
"No.you can't." Jeff shot back, an uneasy panic in his voice. "You can't let them do that. I'll die first."
"Would you." her voice cracked and she swallowed. "Would you look at me differently if he had? If at some point during this they decide to."
"Don't say it." Jeff said, his voice shaking. "Please don't say it."
Lita sighed, reaching up to stroke his cheek. She continued anyway. "If they rape me, would you think less of me?"
Jeff fiercely shook his head. "No. No, I wouldn't. I'd . I'd kill them all. Make them suffer. I'd make them regret for ever even thinking about you."
"And you'd still love me? Want me?" Lita asked, her eyes never leaving his.
"Yes." He answered plainly, fierceness in his tone. "Nothing will ever change that."
Lita sighed, settling back up against him. Jeff couldn't help but sigh too. He knew what she thought. He knew what she meant. He knew that if she had to give herself to keep them alive.she would. And Jeff sat there, holding her in his arms, the tears freely trailing down his face. God help him now. Because Jeff and Lita shared that same trait, the same fire. And once her mind was made up.not even Christ could stop her.
*** Spring breaks a'here. So I'll be gone. REVIEW ANYWAY THOUGH. Heh heh. I'll post again the first few days of April. Until next time, - 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.
"What the HELL are you doing?"
And Lita could barely register the voice before she felt Tack's weight being lifted off of her. Her mind dull and body limp, she gave no response yet something inside her screamed gratitude. Lita's eyes slowly focused.
"If you penetrated her, I'll kill you myself." Vinny threatened.
Tack only smiled. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you." Tack turned his back.walking up the stairs as he zippered his pants. "Though even if you came in here five seconds later.I don't think you could." The door slammed shut.
Vinny quickly turned to Lita, pulling a pocketknife from his back pocket. "Oh God.I'm sorry. I never should have left." He bent down, the redhead immediately flinching away. Vinny could only sigh, then walked towards Chris, cutting the man loose. "I don't want to go near her. She's.She's."
Chris rushed to Lita reaching for the diva. But she fought against him. When he managed cut her ties and pull down her gag, she only spat at him. Lita shook her head hard, scurrying back as far away as she could. "Lita.honey, I'm trying to help you."
He stepped closer again. But Lita only turned her head, whimpering. As Chris inched closer, she kicked at the ground, pushing herself snuggly against the wall.
Chris sighed and looked to Vinny. The other man only lowered his head and Chris could see the guilt racing across his features. He walked towards Vinny. "It's not your fault. If you hadn't gotten here when you did.she'd already have been."
"Don't Say it." Jeff said, forcefully. He hung weakly now, the tear streaks trailing down his face. "Just don't say it."
Jericho looked at Vinny. "Cut him down. Maybe he can help her." Vinny paused. "Please. She may go to him. Let him get near her."
Vinny thought a moment before looking at the Hardy. "If I cut you down, promise me not to fight. And after about ten minutes I need to tie you back.so they don't get suspicious."
Jeff's eyes widened. "Of course. I.we won't do a thing. Please, just let me go to her."
Vinny sighed then cut at Jeff's restraints.one side then the other. When he was free, Jeff immediately collapsed to the floor, his legs giving out beneath him. But Jeff didn't care because he began a slow crawl towards the redhead, "Lita. Lita, honey."
Vinny turned his back and walked with Jericho into a far corner. Both hoped that maybe if she thought she and Jeff were alone.well maybe she'd at least acknowledge someone's presence.
Jeff watched the two disappear into the shadows, then inched closer. "Baby.can you hear me? I'm not going to hurt you."
Lita still flinched back, but her eyes continued to search as if trying to grasp at the familiar voice. She shook her head, now.trying to identify the figure slowly crawling towards her.
Jeff froze as her eyes glued onto him. "Honey, it's me. It's Jeff. Can you just come to me, baby. Please."
Lita furrowed her brow, pushing back. "No. You're not him. He's tied up."
Jeff shook his head, inching closer. "No, sweetie. It's me. Vinny.remember Vinny. He cut me down to check on you. But I don't have much time. I need you to look at me. Come on, baby. Just try."
Lita recognized the voice and forced her eyes shut then reopened them. Her vision focused and Jeff knew she could see him now, for the tears formed in her eyes and she leaned forward slightly. "Jeff?"
Jeff couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. It's me. Baby, he stopped him. Vinny came in before anything happened. He didn't ra.r.do it."
Lita bowed her head, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. "Stopped him? He stopped him?"
Jeff was close enough now that he sat right at her legs. He tentatively reached out, resting a hand on her calf. "Yeah, baby. He stopped him. He pulled him off of you. He didn't." Jeff swallowed. "finish."
Lita sat quietly, as if trying to remember.
Jeff's eyes strayed across her body, immediately noticing the redhead's heavy shakes. The woman's pants were wrapped around her knees. But thank God her thong was still covering her. Jeff didn't think he could bear it if Tack had gotten any further. "Honey, let me help you." And Jeff slowly rose to his knees, his own discomforts and pains shoved to the back of his mind.
Lita didn't flinch from him now, and Jeff slowly reached towards her, bringing the diva to her knees as well. She gave no resistance and Jeff carefully tugged Lita's jeans back up to her waist, easing her from side to side to shimmy them up. He pulled the redhead against him and cautiously buttoned then zippered.
She still gave no reaction to what he was doing and Jeff worried. He returned to a sitting position and urged the woman into his lap. She willingly followed and once he had settled against the wall, she curled into him. Jeff sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I should've been able to pull outta those ropes and."
Lita shook her head. "No. No. No. He.you."
Jeff pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around. "It's ok now."
"Is it really?" she asked, a hint of hope in her voice, however shaken it sounded.
And Jeff couldn't answer. He only sat there, she in his lap. As time slowly passed, the redhead relaxed, her sobs ceased. And Jeff turned his head, kissing her hair.
"I'm sorry, Jeff." She said, tentatively.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. I don't ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth." Jeff said quickly.
Lita pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. "I'm sorry he was going to make you watch."
And Jeff couldn't stop the tears from rising in his eyes and trickling down his face. She wasn't thinking about what he was going to do to her. About the trauma and tortures she would go through because of it. Her first concern was not the horrific aftermath she would suffer. No. She was thinking about the trauma and tortures *he* would have to endure. "I.I."
And a strange fire returned in Lita's eyes. The fire that made her who she was. The fire that made him love her. She reached up, wiping his tears away. "But if it happens again.I won't let them kill you, if I can stop it."
"No.you can't." Jeff shot back, an uneasy panic in his voice. "You can't let them do that. I'll die first."
"Would you." her voice cracked and she swallowed. "Would you look at me differently if he had? If at some point during this they decide to."
"Don't say it." Jeff said, his voice shaking. "Please don't say it."
Lita sighed, reaching up to stroke his cheek. She continued anyway. "If they rape me, would you think less of me?"
Jeff fiercely shook his head. "No. No, I wouldn't. I'd . I'd kill them all. Make them suffer. I'd make them regret for ever even thinking about you."
"And you'd still love me? Want me?" Lita asked, her eyes never leaving his.
"Yes." He answered plainly, fierceness in his tone. "Nothing will ever change that."
Lita sighed, settling back up against him. Jeff couldn't help but sigh too. He knew what she thought. He knew what she meant. He knew that if she had to give herself to keep them alive.she would. And Jeff sat there, holding her in his arms, the tears freely trailing down his face. God help him now. Because Jeff and Lita shared that same trait, the same fire. And once her mind was made up.not even Christ could stop her.
*** Spring breaks a'here. So I'll be gone. REVIEW ANYWAY THOUGH. Heh heh. I'll post again the first few days of April. Until next time, - C.C.***
