Livin' on the Edge
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language. Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
THE FOLLOWING WEEK
"He did what?" Test asked.
"That's right," answered Rock. "Jay pissed him off and Jeff just walloped into him."
Hurricane smiled. "Who won?"
"Jeff did, of course." Rock walked towards the bench currently at the center of the locker room. "Although in the end, Jeff was hurt more.but he still kicked his ass. And as far as I can tell Jay's kept his mouth shut since."
Test burst out of his seat. "That's great. I mean, it's about time. But what was it that finally set the kid off."
Rock shrugged. "I have no clue. Actually nobody knows. When everything went down, only Jay, Jeff, and Chris were in there. And none of them are talking."
"Chris has got to have said something." Hurricane said, walking over to his cooler and picking up a sports drink. "I mean he's got such a mouth on him, he's bound to have told someone something."
"Well if he has, I haven't heard about it." Rock answered.
"How's Lita taking it all?" Test asked, a more serious undertone to his voice now.
Rock shook his head. "That's what I'm worried about." He paused, taking a breath before continuing. "See, she doesn't seem to blame Jeff completely. But she's not solely taking her husband's side. And to be honest, last I heard, she was in Jeff's room when he woke up. I don't know what happened in there, but she hasn't seen him since. She's been spending most of her time with either Jay or Adam."
"How's Jeff taking it?" Hurricane asked.
Test shot a mocking glance at Hurricane. "How do you think he's taking it? He's probably a wreck right now. Jeez, you know I'm glad Jay got his ass handed to him."
Hurricane nodded. "Yeah, only I kinda wish I was the one to do it."
Rock smiled. "Yeah well, I'm sure we'll all get our chance eventually. It'll only be a matter of weeks before he starts up again."
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Jeff slowly walked down the hall of his hotel. His mind spun as he tried to set his gaze on the targeted door. He paused just outside and knocked. After some scuffling the door creaked open. "Hey there. Do you think I can come in?"
The door opened and Jericho motioned for Jeff's entrance. "Come on in and join the fun."
"Thanks man." The Hardy said as he cautiously walked into the room. "I.uh.I need to ask you something." But his voice trailed off as he noticed another person in the room. "Lita? I.uh.I didn't know you were here. I'll just."
The redhead stood, offering a small smile to the Carolina native. "No, it's ok. I was just leaving anyway." She turned to grab her coat, pushing her hand into her eyes a moment before facing the Hardy again. She nervously draped the coat over her arm, seemingly standing in silence, as if she didn't know what to do next.
Jeff couldn't help but flinch at her nervousness before looking at Jericho. "I'm just going to use your bathroom." He looked to Lita. "It was.uhm.it was good seeing you." And Jeff quickly opened the door to the bathroom, slamming it shut behind him. He leaned against the door and slid down, his eyes starting to tear. God, she couldn't even look at him. Jeff rested his head against the door, listening to what was happening beyond it.
"Lita, please don't go. He needs you, to talk to you."
"I just can't, ok. I can't. I.I need to go. I need."
"I don't think you know what you need."
"How dare you! You don't know, ok. You have no idea what I'm thinking. You have no idea what has happened to me, ok?"
"So why don't you tell me then. I want to help you. Why can't you just trust me? Or if not me, then Jeff. You could always talk to him in the past."
"Because I don't want to. I just want everyone to leave me alone."
"Sweetheart, I'd hate to break it to you, but you came to me."
"And it seems as if that was a mistake."
"Please, no. That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?"
There was a pause, and Jeff strained to hear, fighting the tears.
"I only meant that you came to me. I thought you wanted to talk. That's all. I'm here for you. Hell, all of us are. Even if you felt you can talk to Andrew or Helms or something. But we're all just a little worried. You know, want to make sure you're ok."
She sighed. "I'm fine, Chris."
"Then can you please tell him that?"
"I.I."
"He's a mess. Did you see him? It looks like he hasn't slept for days and God only knows if he's even showered in the last week. Can't you just."
"No, I can't. Please, don't force this on me. I can't look at him right now. Not yet, anyway. I just need."
"What? What is it that you need?"
"I just need to get away. We're leaving. Now. The tickets are in my bag"
"When will you be back?"
"I don't know."
And with that, the door slammed shut.
Jeff sat, motionless. She wanted to get away. Away from him. What was it? That she couldn't stand the sight of him. That she was now that repulsed by him that she couldn't even want to be around him. Jeff lowered his head into his hand.
A knock on the door forced him to jump. "Jeff, you ok?"
The Hardy wiped at his eyes and stood, opening the door for his friend. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"No, you're not." Chris said, watching as Jeff sulked his way towards the bed and unceremoniously flopped down. "Just give her some time."
"Time?" Jeff exhaled. "What does she need time for? She just picks up and goes."
"And I know you wish you were with her. But just trust me ok?" Chris said, patting his friend on the back. "It'll all be fine then she'll come back and things will be exactly as they were." Jeff nodded and Jericho bit his lip. God, he hoped it would.
*** I'm off for Spring Break. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy the story. I'll post more around the first of April. Keep reading, and send those reviews. - C.C.***
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language. Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
THE FOLLOWING WEEK
"He did what?" Test asked.
"That's right," answered Rock. "Jay pissed him off and Jeff just walloped into him."
Hurricane smiled. "Who won?"
"Jeff did, of course." Rock walked towards the bench currently at the center of the locker room. "Although in the end, Jeff was hurt more.but he still kicked his ass. And as far as I can tell Jay's kept his mouth shut since."
Test burst out of his seat. "That's great. I mean, it's about time. But what was it that finally set the kid off."
Rock shrugged. "I have no clue. Actually nobody knows. When everything went down, only Jay, Jeff, and Chris were in there. And none of them are talking."
"Chris has got to have said something." Hurricane said, walking over to his cooler and picking up a sports drink. "I mean he's got such a mouth on him, he's bound to have told someone something."
"Well if he has, I haven't heard about it." Rock answered.
"How's Lita taking it all?" Test asked, a more serious undertone to his voice now.
Rock shook his head. "That's what I'm worried about." He paused, taking a breath before continuing. "See, she doesn't seem to blame Jeff completely. But she's not solely taking her husband's side. And to be honest, last I heard, she was in Jeff's room when he woke up. I don't know what happened in there, but she hasn't seen him since. She's been spending most of her time with either Jay or Adam."
"How's Jeff taking it?" Hurricane asked.
Test shot a mocking glance at Hurricane. "How do you think he's taking it? He's probably a wreck right now. Jeez, you know I'm glad Jay got his ass handed to him."
Hurricane nodded. "Yeah, only I kinda wish I was the one to do it."
Rock smiled. "Yeah well, I'm sure we'll all get our chance eventually. It'll only be a matter of weeks before he starts up again."
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Jeff slowly walked down the hall of his hotel. His mind spun as he tried to set his gaze on the targeted door. He paused just outside and knocked. After some scuffling the door creaked open. "Hey there. Do you think I can come in?"
The door opened and Jericho motioned for Jeff's entrance. "Come on in and join the fun."
"Thanks man." The Hardy said as he cautiously walked into the room. "I.uh.I need to ask you something." But his voice trailed off as he noticed another person in the room. "Lita? I.uh.I didn't know you were here. I'll just."
The redhead stood, offering a small smile to the Carolina native. "No, it's ok. I was just leaving anyway." She turned to grab her coat, pushing her hand into her eyes a moment before facing the Hardy again. She nervously draped the coat over her arm, seemingly standing in silence, as if she didn't know what to do next.
Jeff couldn't help but flinch at her nervousness before looking at Jericho. "I'm just going to use your bathroom." He looked to Lita. "It was.uhm.it was good seeing you." And Jeff quickly opened the door to the bathroom, slamming it shut behind him. He leaned against the door and slid down, his eyes starting to tear. God, she couldn't even look at him. Jeff rested his head against the door, listening to what was happening beyond it.
"Lita, please don't go. He needs you, to talk to you."
"I just can't, ok. I can't. I.I need to go. I need."
"I don't think you know what you need."
"How dare you! You don't know, ok. You have no idea what I'm thinking. You have no idea what has happened to me, ok?"
"So why don't you tell me then. I want to help you. Why can't you just trust me? Or if not me, then Jeff. You could always talk to him in the past."
"Because I don't want to. I just want everyone to leave me alone."
"Sweetheart, I'd hate to break it to you, but you came to me."
"And it seems as if that was a mistake."
"Please, no. That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?"
There was a pause, and Jeff strained to hear, fighting the tears.
"I only meant that you came to me. I thought you wanted to talk. That's all. I'm here for you. Hell, all of us are. Even if you felt you can talk to Andrew or Helms or something. But we're all just a little worried. You know, want to make sure you're ok."
She sighed. "I'm fine, Chris."
"Then can you please tell him that?"
"I.I."
"He's a mess. Did you see him? It looks like he hasn't slept for days and God only knows if he's even showered in the last week. Can't you just."
"No, I can't. Please, don't force this on me. I can't look at him right now. Not yet, anyway. I just need."
"What? What is it that you need?"
"I just need to get away. We're leaving. Now. The tickets are in my bag"
"When will you be back?"
"I don't know."
And with that, the door slammed shut.
Jeff sat, motionless. She wanted to get away. Away from him. What was it? That she couldn't stand the sight of him. That she was now that repulsed by him that she couldn't even want to be around him. Jeff lowered his head into his hand.
A knock on the door forced him to jump. "Jeff, you ok?"
The Hardy wiped at his eyes and stood, opening the door for his friend. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"No, you're not." Chris said, watching as Jeff sulked his way towards the bed and unceremoniously flopped down. "Just give her some time."
"Time?" Jeff exhaled. "What does she need time for? She just picks up and goes."
"And I know you wish you were with her. But just trust me ok?" Chris said, patting his friend on the back. "It'll all be fine then she'll come back and things will be exactly as they were." Jeff nodded and Jericho bit his lip. God, he hoped it would.
*** I'm off for Spring Break. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy the story. I'll post more around the first of April. Keep reading, and send those reviews. - C.C.***