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.

Matt Hardy let out a small groan as he slowly opened his eyes. A frantic hand grasped his and he instantly recognized the touch as that of his beautiful fiancé. He lazily smiled. "Mmmm. Good Morning."

"Good Morning." She reiterated as his relaxed eyes met her worried ones. "Good Morning? You're unconscious for I don't know how long, you come to, and say Good Morning?"

He gummed his pallet a moment, trying to moisten his severely dried mouth. "Well, it was all I could come up with. I might need a jump start." And he sent her a sly grin.

She shook her head, disbelieving of where is mind was already traveling. "I can't believe you. I just can't believe you."

He reached up, running his hand over her cheek. "Well, your going to have to start getting used to me if we're gonna be married." She sighed and leaned forward placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Not quite where I wanted it but fine. We'll have to work on that." She only rolled her eyes at him and he continued. "So my brother, Lita, what's going on?"

Trish bowed her head. "Well, they're back. Jeff's in the room next to you, Chris next to him and Lita's ok. But I . I'm just a horrible person." And she buried her face on his bed as she began to cry.

Matt wrinkled his brow, confused as he stroked her hair. "What are you talking about, baby?"

Trish sniffled. "When you got shot they took her and I was here with you and then you were unconscious so I had time to fester and I blamed Lita for you getting shot and then I got so upset cuz I thought that you loved her more then me and then I ."

"Woah. Woah." Matt interrupted, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "Slow down, baby. Now talk to me."

Trish rubbed her eyes before looking up at Matt. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never meant to be so horrible. She doesn't deserve that, none of you do. I was just so mad. I mean, you." she swallowed hard. "You were lying here and I didn't know if you were going to wake up. So I just blamed her for you being put like that." She shook her head, violently. "But I was so wrong and then when they came in here with your brother and her, I couldn't even look at her and . I just . I'm a horrible person!"

"You are not a horrible person."

"But ."

"No buts," Matt said forcefully, pulling the blonde onto the bed and into his lap. She didn't resist. "You are not a horrible person, ok? Yes, it was because of Lita that I got shot. You were right about that. But it wasn't like she pointed the barrel at me and pulled the trigger. I chose to do it for her. And I'd have done the same for you or Torrie or anyone. And I don't love her more then you." At those words, he tilted her head so he could look in her eyes. "I don't. Lita's a sister to me. You're so much more."

Trish smiled, choking back her tears and she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love you so much, Matt."

"I love you, too." He whispered into her hair before nuzzling her throat. "You don't need to tell her you know." She pulled away, looking at him. "Tell her that you felt that way."

"But I should come clean and."

Matt shook his head. "Not with Lita. Actions speak louder then words. Just show her. Treat her like a sister. She'd ask me at times why you don't like her and I just tell her it's not that you don't. It's just you're not as open as Torrie or Stacy about your feelings. Show her that you care, that's all she wants. Be a sister to her."

Trish smiled and entwined her fingers with his, looking at the ring. "Well, it looks like I'm gonna be a sister to her anyway."

Matt smiled back. "Yes, you are. You certainly are."

+++

Lita sat down next to Torrie in the waiting room of the hospital. "Chris will be fine. He's a fighter."

Torrie started at the other diva's voice. "Oh. Yeah, I know. I was actually thinking of something else."

"Well, like what?" the redhead asked, curiosity taking over.

Torrie couldn't look up but only shook her head. "I . I can't. I'm sorry. I never meant . I know how you ." and the blonde buried her face in her hands.

Lita furrowed her brow more confused now then ever. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

Torrie turned in her chair, facing the other woman. Oh the courage it took to do such a thing, but Torrie wanted to make sure that Lita knew she was sincere. "Didn't you wonder how the guys were there, how they knew where you were?"

"Actually I never thought about that. But now that you mention it, how did they know where we were?"

"I did it." Torrie confessed, tears in her eyes but still locked with Lita. "I didn't want to and I'm so sorry cuz I know how you feel about trusting people and right when we got to that point I went and read your diary." Lita gasped leaning back at the blonde's confession but didn't interrupt. Torrie shook her head, her voice now choked. "I didn't want to and I swear I didn't say anything to anyone. But the guys thought it was the only way we coulda found you and it did help but I don't know if it was worth it. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I can do to make it up to you or if I even could but I know I blew things that we had and I don't want that but I ."

"Torrie." Lita interrupted. "Ok calm down. Now first of all, let me get this straight. You wanted to find us and they only way you could is by reading my diary hoping that you could find some idea as to how to get wherever we were." The blonde nodded so Lita continued. "How much did you read?"

Torrie bit her lip. "From when we found out about when we'd be in Seattle."

Lita paused a moment then her eyes widened, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. "That means you saw ." she blushed a brilliant shade of red as she looked down. "Oh God."

"You have no idea how sorry I am. I didn't read it hard. I skimmed those parts."

"So the part with Jeff and ."

Torrie reached out, resting a hand on Lita's arm. "I wish there was something I could say. I'm just so sorry. I never wanted to betray you like that."

Lita looked up, noting the tears in Torrie's eyes. Damn that girl was taking this harder then she was. "Actually." Lita reached to the other woman as well, drawing her in for a hug. "It's ok. You found us. If it wasn't for you, we'd still be there. And it's not like you didn't know how I felt about him anyway."

Torrie smiled. "I'm still sorry and one of these days I'll find a way to make it up to you. I swear."

Lita laughed, softly, setting the blonde away from her. "Then you do that." The two looked down the hall at the sound of a swearing man of whose voice both women recognized. Lita looked back to Torrie, a smile on both their faces. "Maybe you should go to Chris now."

Torrie stood, shaking her head. "Yeah. You go to Jeff."

"Oh don't worry. I will."

+++

"What the hell is with you people and constantly poking me?" Jericho ground out as the nurses tried to settle him down.

"Please sir, if you would just remain still we'll be out of here."

Jericho pointed to the door. "Just get outta here now. I'm fine. I'm breathing that's what counts and . HEY!" He swatted at their hands. "There is nothing wrong with THAT!"

One of the nurses sighed. "Right and that's why you're wincing. Please, will you just let us do what the doctor ordered."

"Just keep yo hands off my stuff. Everything is there, no problems. The doc already looked and he's all cool. We're good"

"Let me talk to him." A voice called from the door and all looked to see Torrie standing there. Jericho rolled his eyes and looked away.

The two nurses shrugged and filed out the door. "We'll be back in five minutes."

"Chris, baby." She cooed and Jericho groaned at the sound of her voice. Torrie only smiled, walking to his bed and standing right next to him. "What is this I hear about you not letting them take care of you?"

Chris refused to look her way. "It's nothing. They can just keep their grimy paws off my junk. I mean." he motioned down his body, "I know I'm hot stuff and all but I don't want those assclowns feelin' me up. If they were knockouts I wouldn't mind but."

"WHAT?!"

He flashed her a winning grin and grabbed her arm, pulling her on top of him. She fell gracelessly on his chest and he leaned up, kissing her fiercely if only for a moment.

She pushed back from him, a look of shock on her face. "Wha . What are you doing?"

When she tried to stand up, he grabbed her arm, keeping her seated on the bed. "I was saying 'Hello.' I thought that was obvious."

"I don't think so, buddy." Torrie said, shaking her head at him. "You are not on my list at the moment. So if those nurses were 'hot' then you'da let them ."

"I have a better idea." Jericho said, pulling her closer to him and entwining his fingers with hers. "Why don't you put on one of those outfits and I'll let you feel anything you want."

She blushed at his words. "Chris. I . I,"

He laughed softly at her flustered look and sat up, quickly taking her mouth with his and instantly deepening the kiss. She let out a sigh and raked her fingers through his hair then eased away from him, shooting him a seductive smile before pushing him back down onto the bed. She cocked her head at him, as she stood at the bedside, tapping her fingers high against his inner thigh. He growled deep in his throat and it was her turn to laugh. "I don't think you're up for it, baby."

"And by that you're right." The doctor said from the door. "I'm afraid you've got some time before you can engage in any such activities."

A shocked expression fell onto Jericho's face. "Wait, you're kidding me right."

"I'm afraid not. I'm going to say you should wait at least two weeks just to make sure that everything's ok. Do you understand me? I mean, nothing. Got it?"

Jericho growled. "Yeah." Then he looked to Torrie. "I don't know how I'm gonna keep my hands off of you for two weeks."

Torrie stepped away from his bed, slowly making her way to the door, an evil grin on her face. "And believe me, I'm not going to make it easy for you."

Jericho looked at the doctor. "I hate you, you know. I really hate you."

The doctor only smiled. "When you hate me I know I'm doing my job."

**** Well two more chapters to go in this. Hope you've been enjoying. Review and let me know. Come on ... just one little review. - C.C.***