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.

Edge lay on the bed, his head rested against the headboard. His eyes remained fixed on the lighter he was absently twirling in his hand. "So the plan."

Christian sighed as he slumped into a chair across the way. "The plan is that we need to come up with a plan."

Edge looked to his brother and smiled. "Good plan."

Kane only rolled his eyes as he lay down on the other bed. "Wonderful. So you two geniuses have established that we need a plan. You said to go and get Bubba, and I did." He pointed to the droopy bloodhound that jumped onto his bed and sprawled out at his feet. "Now what?"

"Well, we got to get them back and as soon as possible." Christian stated.

Edge rolled onto his side, now able to see both men and dog in the room. "Thank you for stating the frickin' obvious."

Christian shot a glare at his brother. "I meant that we have no idea what the hell they're doing to them. Jeff and Chris are tough as nails, but a man has his limitations. And I don't even want to think of what they could be doing to Lita."

"And what about Matt and Trish and Torrie." Kane asked.

"We can't do much for Matt." Edge answered. "And Trish and Torrie just need to stay here where they can't get hurt." He looked at his hands, avoiding any eye contact before continuing. "Although I do have an idea. Not a good one, but still an idea."

"Well, its better then me." Christian answered, receiving an agreeing nod from Kane. "Whatcha got?"

Edge exhaled. "We know the exit off the highway that this off road apparently starts at. And I remember that asshole saying that he dragged Jeff from the back of his car. His blood, sweat, scent.everything should be all over that road. And you have a bloodhound. How is she as a tracker?"

"But that trail has been dead for days." Christian added. "It might not even be there anymore."

"We could give it a shot." Edge said. "It's better then nothing."

"The trail never fades." Kane said. "Well, at least not completely. A good hound can pick up a trail that's weeks old." He sat up, patting the old dog on the head. "Bubba here ain't the best tracker. But my Dad worked her real hard for coon hunting. So she might be of some use."

The dog's head perked up, a slimy tongue uncoiling from its mouth as she panted. Kane smiled at his beloved pet. "That's right, girl. How'd you like to do some coon hunting?"

Christian swore he saw the dog smile as she barked a response. "I can see it already. We give her something of Jeff's to sniff. And scenario one: she passes out from the fumes of the hair dye. Scenario two: We get about a half mile down the road and she barrels of into the woods after a squirrel. I see it. I just see it, man."

Kane looked over to Christian. "She'll only tree the thing and when she gets bored and I give the command we'll move on."

"You still haven't convinced me she won't be tripping from all that shit he puts in his hair." Christian said.

Kane shrugged. "That I can't promise. But either way, it'll be interesting."

The three sat in silence for a moment, all considering the humorous and dangerous possibilities that could occur.

"We'll leave tonight at dusk." Edge said. "We don't want to be seen."

Kane nodded and Christian ducked his head. "This is going to be a disaster."

+++

Lita didn't know how long she stayed cuddled in Jeff's lap. All she knew is that never in her life did she feel so right in the arms of any man. And despite everything that just happened, she couldn't help but feel comforted. Safe. Yes, even in this horrific place, she felt safe when he was near. She smiled and looked up into his face. His head was tilted back, his eyes focused on the ceiling. Her smile faded when she saw the tearstains and new moisture still running down his cheeks. She reached up, wiping the tears off his cheek. "What's the matter, baby?"

Jeff quickly reached up, rubbing his eyes. "Nothing. It's nothing."

She shifted in his lap. "It's not nothing. You're not one to just out and cry. What's wrong? And don't lie to me now, Jeff, this is not the place nor time to lie to me."

Jeff paused a moment, still staring at the ceiling. She saw flashes of emotions crossing over his features but they never stayed long enough for her to decipher them. Finally his eyes met hers, and her heart burst from her chest. "It hurts."

"What does?"

Jeff sighed. "I can't get away. The physical pain is enough to make me want to just let go and throw up or pass out or something." At his answer Lita quickly pulled completely away from him, not wanting to touch him in any way. not wanting to add to his pain. He reached out, grabbing her arm before she could get too far. "Where are you going?"

"I'm hurting you. I should've known better then to clutch at you like that. I mean, I saw the cuts and bruises and."

"Please." Jeff begged. "Don't go. Just come back." He slowly pulled her towards him, wanting to touch her, be close to her. "That's not what I meant."

"You said you were in physical pain. Me touching you makes it worse."

Jeff shook his head. "No, it doesn't. It helps me forget. Please, just come here."

Lita let him pull her back into his lap and he draped his arms over her shoulders, feeling her skin against his bare chest. She felt him breathe a sigh and she couldn't help but nestle into him. "What else? I know that's not all."

Jeff pressed his cheek against the top of her head. "When I close my eyes and try to forget about the pain, you know, clear my head or whatever." His voice grew hard. "Then I picture him with his hands on you. And you right there in front of me and I couldn't do a damn thing about it and that makes my head spin. Then I think of the promise I made that they would never touch you and my heart just feels like its crumbling because I can't help the feeling that it's like I lied. So I focus on the physical pain." He sighed. "And it's all just one big cycle and."

She felt dampness in her hair. Lita pulled back slightly, looking at him, the tears enough to kill her. "Wait right here."

She eased herself from his lap and stood. At the loss of contact, he bowed his head, recoiling into himself as he grabbed at his ribs. Lita quietly walked towards Vinny and Jericho, the two men stopping their conversation as she approached. "Where's that basin with the water and those cloths. I.I need to clean him up or something."

Vinny nodded. "There's not much time; Nate should be back soon." He brushed past her as he quickly made his way into the back room. Within seconds, he returned with a basin of fresh water and clean cloths. He handed them to the redhead. "You should hurry."

Lita turned from the two and swiftly walked back to Jeff, immediately kneeling on the floor in front of him and reaching out to gather the remnants of her shirt that lay not four feet away. Dampening the cloth, she gently cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. "Just sit still a moment." He nodded silently as she brought the cloth to his face, wiping away at the dirt, sweat, and blood. When she had his face and neck clean - well, as clean as she could - she trailed the cloth through his hair, trying to slick the offensive fibers away from his new wounds. He winced when she pulled some hair out of a scab, causing the wound to reopen. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. And he clenched his teeth.

Lita ripped a small strip from her shirt. She carefully guided his head down and gathered his long hair, tying it back with the strip. His shoulders shook and she didn't know if he was restraining tears of pain or gratitude. "I don't blame you for what he did."

"But I promised I'd protect you."

She sighed, carefully lifting his chin. "And I still believe you. Jeff, you were helpless. I do not blame you for anything, understand? I don't."

Jeff nodded, and Lita ripped some more at what remained of her shirt.

"Lita, what.what are you doing?"

"Vinny's got to tie you back up soon." She explained, gently grabbing his left hand and bringing it towards her. "And with your wrists the way they are." She lifted his hand towards her mouth, kissing his rope burned wrist softly before wrapping it with one half of the tattered shirt. "At least this way, they'll be more protected from the restraints." He watched her intently. His eyes trailing over her face, shoulders, and strayed to dangerous territory as he finally registered that she only wore a brazier and baggy pants. Now how hadn't he realized that when he was holding her? He gasped when she kissed his other wrist, this time feeling her tongue touch his pulse point before she pulled away and wrapped his wound. And Jeff had to resist the urge to just grab her and kiss her.

Lita looked up at him and smiled slyly, showing him that she was well aware of his reaction from her last gesture. "There's not much more I can do."

Jeff smiled back. "You've done more then enough. More then I deserve." She looked so beautiful sitting there, staring at him - that dancing flame in her eye, just daring him to contest. He just had to . oh hell, resistance be damned. He gave into temptation, placing his finger under her chin to bring her slightly closer and lightly brushing his lips over hers.

Lita's heart fluttered; he trailed his other hand gently over her abdomen and her stomach dropped at the sensation. He pulled away - the redhead whimpering at the loss - and he smiled . but before she could respond, a hand rested on her shoulder. She jumped slightly and looked up, seeing Jericho standing over her. "Vin's getting antsy. We just heard Nate's car in the driveway. We need to tie him back now."

She nodded as Jeff stood, offering a hand to help her up as well. Vinny waited at the pillars, new rope in his hands. Jeff offered a grin as he stood between them. "String me up."

And Vinny did just that, outstretching the Hardy's arms, making absolutely sure to cover the bandages Lita had placed there with the rope. Jeff cracked his neck as Vinny stepped back, inspecting his ties. The Hardy looked to Jericho, who now held Lita against his chest, the two looking back at him. "So.how do I look?"

"Like a corpse." Jericho shot back, although the jest was only partially true.

"Good." Jeff said. "That mean's there's not much acting on my part."

"You're doing good, kid." Vinny said. "I'll try to keep them from here as long as I can. But I know they'll be down to see you. And I wouldn't worry about Tack. He'll be getting what's coming to him. I'll see to that."

As Vinny made his way towards the stairs, Jeff called, "Well, if you guys don't then we down here certainly will."

*** And here's the next installment. Just giving you a little Jeff/Lita goodness before the S%&$ hits the fan. Enjoy. ***