So here's a nice long one for you guys.

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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.

"Do you think it's dark enough yet?" Christian asked, looking out his passenger side window.

"Yeah I think so." Edge answered, opening the driver side door and jumping to the ground. They'd left the hotel at around six, finding the first dirt road without a problem. But once on it, the divisions were endless. "Let's see how this works."

Kane slid out after Edge and walked to the back of the pick up, opening the cab so his dog could jump down. Christian scooted over to the driver seat and closed the door, rolling down the window before starting her up. "I'll follow you guys. Go on ahead. And let's hope this works."

"It'll work." Kane said confidently. "It has to work." He reached into the back again, pulling out a large duffel bag and opening it. He pushed his dog's head into the opening. "Smell that, girl. That's a rabbit." At the word 'rabbit' the dog perked it's ears, sniffing intently. "Find the rabbit, Bubba.come on find the rabbit."

The dog pulled its head from the duffel bag and Edge immediately zippered it and threw it in the back. Bubba set on a one-way course through the woods, following the scent she'd picked up in Jeff's duffel bag.

After hours of painstaking back tracking and forward tracking and circle tracking and triangle tracking efforts, Edge and Kane found themselves in a field. "Look, there's the black car."

Kane paused, looking to Edge. "I couldn't see it from the roof. Are you sure?"

Edge nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm positive. That's gotta be it. That's gotta be the farm house."

Kane's eyes shifted from Edge to the house then to his dog. He knelt down on the ground, trying to make his near seven-foot stature inconspicuous to anyone who might see them from the house. Edge left Kane's side and ran to the road, charging up to meet his brother. Christian had just turned down the long private drive to Nate's house when Edge caught up to him, waving his brother off the road

Christian pulled the pick up off into a gully, trying to at least get the large vehicle off the road. He stepped out, grabbing Edge's backpack and handing it to his brother as the two continued down the road. "Did you find it?"

Edge nodded as the two ran as fast and quietly as they could back to the place Kane was waiting. Once there, the two Canadian's knelt down, catching their breath. Kane spoke first. "Now what?"

The three looked around, surveying the property. The dirt road continued to wind towards the house, looping around to the non-visible side. A large barn stood bout twenty-five feet from the house, the old siding in the first stages of wood rot. The two level farmhouse stood at an angle to their view and had a wrap around porch and what looked to be a fall out cellar door attached directly in front of them. Edge reached into his pack, pulling out a pair of binoculars and looking towards the house. "I can see Lita." He whispered, trying with everything to restrain his excitement.

"Where?" Christian grabbed the binoculars from his brother, looking to the house.

"In that window at basement level. The one in the concrete at the side of the house. See her" Edge answered, pointing to the redhead.

"How we going to get her?" Kane asked, looking to the blonde.

"I know. I know." Christian quickly said, his excitement getting the better of him. "You have your lighter. We can set fire to the barn and while they're busy trying to put it out we can break in and take them before those assholes even know what hit them."

Edge looked to his brother, shaking his head. "Jay, think about what you just said."

"It'll work. Come on, we don't have much time. Go set it on fire. Go on, quick."

"Jay, I will not set fire to the barn." Edge said.

"Why not?"

"Arson." Edge answered, slightly sarcastic. "I kind of want to keep the felony list to a minimum here"

"But it would be."

"No"

"It's only a barn I mean."

"No."

"Just a little fire?"

Edge shook his head. "And here I thought I was the pyro."

Kane pulled at the leash of his dog, bringing his pet closer. "What else you got in that bag of yours."

Edge opened it up. "I was thinking a fire is our only way. But if it can be started from the inside then it won't be as suspicious. Especially with this." And he pulled a clear bottle from his pack.

"What the hell are you gonna do?" Christian asked, a glint of worry in his eye.

Edge smiled, a sinister blaze in his features. "Have any of you ever heard of a Moltiv Cocktail?"

"Isn't that what the Russian and French Resistance fighters used?" Kane said.

"The same." Edge explained. "You take this bottle of liquor, and you take this cloth." He held up a rag. "You douse the cloth with the liquor and shove about half of it down the neck of the bottle. Ignite the cloth, throw the bottle and you have a nice little fire on your hands. Spreads pretty fast too. If we can get this bottle, cloth, and my lighter to Chris or one of them.we can get more then enough of a distraction to get them out."

"But they only got one shot." Kane said. And Edge nodded. "Alright so give it to me. I'll make my way to the house. You guys wait here. And hold my dog." He handed the leash to Christian.

No one was about to argue with the much larger man, so Edge handed over the ingredients. The two blondes watched as Kane slinked his way towards the house both praying that he made it without being spotted.

"You know," Christian said. "This is still arson."

"Shut up."

+++

Jericho stood next to Jeff, double-checking on the Hardy's condition. It had been hours since Vinny had retied and left; No one had been down since. "Where do you think they are?"

Jeff shrugged best he could under the restraints. "Maybe they got sick of me."

Chris shot Jeff and incredulous look. "Yeah, right."

"A man can dream can't he." Came Jeff's reply as his eyes trailed from Chris's to the redhead across the way. She stood at the one opening in the room, pulling herself up to look outside.

Chris chuckled when he realized where Jeff's gaze had fallen. "It's about damn time."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Jericho leaned against one of the poles that held Jeff, looking to his right to watch Lita. "It took you years to make a move and what timing do you choose. You're beaten, bloody, busted, bruised, battered."

"I get it." Jeff said before Jericho could run off every adjective he could think of. Which means knowing Chris, he'd have gone until about noon the next day. "Just get on with your point."

"Well, of all the possible scenarios you choose.this has got to be the most romantic."

Jeff glared. "Do I sense a hit of sarcasm?"

Jericho patted the younger man on the shoulders, though lightly being well aware of the injuries Jeff had already sustained. "Well, thank you Mr. Obvious."

At the look on Jericho's face, Jeff sighed. "I take it by that look in your eye, you're about ready for a rant. Is there anyway I can get out of listening to this?"

Jericho shook his head.

"Didn't think so." Jeff replied.

Chris looked to Lita a moment, making sure she was far enough away not to hear his comments. Once convinced that she was too enthralled with the outside world, he spoke. "First of all, not only do you choose the most dangerous time in either of your lives to say something, you say it just before those dickwads come down the stairs for another round. Then she pretty much jams her tongue down your throat, and sweet Jesus was that funny."

Jeff blushed, looking away. "You done yet."

"Hell no." Jericho said. "Sparks is gonna love this one. And to make everything funnier, when she just planted one on you.Man, I thought you were gonna ."

"Shut up!" Jeff said, getting a little defensive, but since when could that ever stop Chris.

"Fine, we'll just say thank God you had those baggy assed pants on." Chris smiled as the Hardy's face turned even redder. "There are so many words and damn, I don't even think Blue Balls would do that justice."

Jeff glared at Chris now. "You know if I wasn't tied up, I'd so kick your ass right about now."

Chris grinned, stepping in front of the Hardy, almost taunting. "Why do you think I'm taking advantage now?" When Jeff grumbled, Chris continued. "And all that shit that happened over there." Jericho pointed across the way. "Damn boy, and when you kissed her. Christ, I was right there not soon after. And I'm telling you.if we weren't in this shit hole seventh layer of hell, she'd have so ripped all your cloths right off that body of yours and just completely had her way with you. Now that's some hot stuff."

Jeff tilted his head back and exhaled. "Dude, you better shut up."

Chris threw back his head and laughed, and Lita looked over to them. Neither male, however noticed. Chris gently tapped the younger man's stomach with the back of his hand. "Gettin' a little worked up now, aren't we?"

Jeff clenched his teeth, looking Jericho in the eye. "I hate you soooooooooooo much right now. I hope you're well aware of that."

"Very much so." Jericho said, stepping back slightly. "It's just I needed a little laugh since this whole thing is screwing with my head so damn much."

"And of course I'm the heel of this." Jeff said, slightly amused now and in a way happy he could make his friend laugh.

"Chris," Lita said, walking across the room to stand by Jeff. "Don't pick on him. He's been through so much already." And she absently trailed her fingers up his chest and around his jaw, finally stopping to play with his ear. She looked back to Jericho, continuing her actions with a sly grin. "Just give him a rest."

Jeff let out a shaky breath and Jericho laughed. "Sweetheart, I'm not the one who needs to give him a break right now. Oh man, I couldn't have set this up better if I planned it. You know that right. I mean perfect. That was perfect." He stepped to Lita, taking her hand and placing a kiss on the back. "Thank you. I want to thank you for making this the, as-of- yet, funniest moment in my entire life. There is only one thing that can make this better and I have a feeling Jeff is going to fight that reaction with everything in him." His eyes glanced at Jeff, shear amusement blatantly shining through. "Or are you going to kill me by actually popping."

"Kill you, I will." Jeff said, almost grinding his teeth now. "Definitely going to kill you. So going to kill you."

She looked to Jeff, noticing the pained expression on his face. "Oh Jeff, baby. You look like you're almost dying." She stepped to him - her body mere inches from his - placing her hand on the back of his neck as she looked in his eyes. She started massaging his neck as she cooed, "Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? To get rid of your tension?"

Jericho looked to Lita wide-eyed then walked to the window, throwing himself onto his knees as he reached to the sky and closed his eyes, laughing almost uncontrollably. "God, I'm ready now. Take me. Just take me now. I'm ready to go. I'm done. They've killed me."

"Chris." A hushed voice called.

"God?" Chris asked, his humor now all faded as he looked up. "God?"

"I'm not God, you assclown." Kane said from the window. "Get your ass over here quick."

The three looked to the window, spotting the man lying prone. Chris jumped to his feet. "Glen. Holy Shit." He looked back to Lita, seeing the tears pricking her eyes as she held onto Jeff. He smirked then looked back to Kane. "You guys are here. What's going on?"

Kane looked one way then the next, handing the bottle, cloth, then lighter through the window. By the look in Jericho's face, Kane knew the blonde knew what he meant. "We can't really get in, so we figured we'd give you something to help you out. We're in the field. And if my guess serves me right." his eyes scanned the room then he looked to either side of the house. "The fallout Cellar door should be through there." Chris looked to where Kane hinted, the downstairs door. "We'll do everything we can from outside."

Jericho nodded. "We just have to wait for the right time."

Kane smiled. "Alright. Now you dimwits get the hell outta here so we can go home. Cuz I, for one, am beat." When Chris chuckled, the larger man reached in, ruffling Chris's hair before turning and slinking away.

Chris turned to Jeff and Lita, noting their confused gazes, obviously unsure of what he would do with the items in his hands. Lita cocked her head. "Chris, what are you planning on doing with those?"

Chris smiled. "Super fun happy boom."

The two thought a moment and after thinking, came to the conclusion of what he was going to do. Lita met Jeff's eyes and the Hardy only sighed. "We're gonna die."

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