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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.
THIRTEEN WEEKS LATER
"How's Jeff?" Jericho asked
Matt shrugged at the question. "He won't talk to me. I have no idea."
Edge sat down next to the elder Hardy. "Well, at least you guys are home now. For a while, anyway."
"Yeah." Matt said, looking around the familiar house. "Maybe that time off that Vince gave us will let him get back into order."
"You know as well as I do that he won't be better till she comes back." Helms said from the other side of the room. "And that's if she comes back."
"She'll come back." Edge said, confidently. "If I know my brother, they'll be back."
Helms shot an incredulous look towards Edge. "And if I know your brother, he'll take her as far away as he can and stay there."
Matt nodded. "Yeah he probably took her off to Italy and they're in some villa in Milan."
"My brother did not take her to Milan. He can't afford it. Plus Italy is not really his cup of tea."
"Speaking of Italy," Chris interrupted. "Shouldn't the pizza be here by now?"
"Is that all you can think about?" Matt asked, a slight irate tone to his voice.
"No." Chris quickly defended. "But we've been talking about this for an hour now. And the thought of Italy brought pizza to my mind."
Edge cocked his head. "Everything brings pizza to your mind."
"That's not true." Jericho said. "There is one thing that doesn't bring pizza to mind."
Matt held up his hands. "Sex, we got it. But we didn't need to know that."
Jericho shook his head. "Actually no. It's Jell-O."
"Wait then that means that sex makes you." Matt trailed off. "Forget it, I don't want to know."
Chris bit his lip a moment, thinking. "Actually, Jell-O makes me think of sex and that makes me think of pizza, so I suppose you were right. Everything makes me think of pizza. Especially considering that Jell-O."
The doorbell rang.
"THANK GOD." Edge practically shouted as he shot up to answer the door.
"What?" Jericho asked. "I didn't say anything."
Edge swung the door open and a hyper redhead flew into his arms. "ADAM!"
"Lita?" Edge hesitated only a moment before wrapping his arms tightly around her. "God, you're back!" He glanced behind her, finding no sight of his brother. "Where's Jay?"
Lita pulled back, smiling up at the tall blonde. "He wasn't feeling well when we got home so he crashed. But I knew tonight was 'Guy's Night' and I just couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you all."
"HEY, ADAM!" Jericho called. "HURRY WITH THAT PIZZA MAN. I'M STARVED."
"You're not going to believe what I found." He called back. And he led Lita into the house and to the living room where Matt and Jericho were.
"LITA!" Matt exclaimed as he hopped up, practically lifting the redhead off her feet with the hug.
She laughed at his reaction and soon Helms and Jericho joined in the big hug. "Ok, guys." She said.
Matt released her stepping back and smiling, however Jericho kept his grasp and took over holding the redhead in the air with his hug. "Ok somebody better put me down." She said lightly.
"Sorry." Jericho said as he put her down, he and Helms stepping away from her now.
"I missed you, Lita." Helms said, seriously.
Her eyes met his and she hugged him again. "I missed you too. All of you."
"We have more then enough pizza coming." Jericho said. "Li, you're staying with us tonight for 'Guy's Night'!"
She smiled and nodded. "I'd love that. But can I see Jeff first. Where is he?"
Matt pointed at the ceiling. "Upstairs was the last place I saw him. He was taking a shower. Oh he'll be ecstatic to see you."
"I'll be pretty happy to see him too." She said, walking up the stairs
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Jeff stared into the mirror in his bathroom. Thirteen weeks. It's been thirteen weeks and she's not back yet. There was no hope. She wasn't coming back and there was nothing else to it. He had nothing now. Everything that ever meant anything to him was gone. Jeff walked over to the shower, turning the water on and letting the tub fill. He tested the water and when the slow trickle came out steaming hot, he stepped back to the mirror.
He tilted his head to the side, looking at his beard. He'd been somewhat lazy over the past few months. Jeez, he really got straggly looking. But what did he care, he had no one to look good for anyway. Jeff shrugged, grabbing his straight razor and shaving cream from underneath the sink.
He took both to the side of the tub, kneeling down as he started to shave away his beard. After some time, he was clean shaven and he placed the razor at the edge of the tub. He swirled his hand around in the water, and once high enough, shut off the stream. Jeff walked back over to the mirror, pulling out the electric shaver and scissors from inside.
He cracked his neck one way then the next as he reached back at his long hair. With a sigh he brought the scissors to his head, cutting the long hair off and letting it drop to the ground. Piece by piece, he cut away more of his long blue hair. What did it matter now? He knew she liked the long hair and with her no longer here.well what did he need it for. It didn't matter anyway. Not like she'd ever see him again.
Jeff's head spun as he worked into a frenzy cutting away his hair. Once short enough, he put the scissors down and picked up the electric razor, starting her up and cutting his hair as short as he could. It all had to go. She liked his hair long. She used to run her fingers through it and he couldn't stop the tear that slid from his eye as he remembered the feel of her running her fingers through his hair.
Jeff closed his eyes tightly then reopened them, watching as he cut his hair at about a half inch from his skull. Yes, the shorter the better. The shorter his hair, the less he'd think about her.
He placed the electric razor down, looking in the mirror now at his new hairstyle. He exhaled, running his hands over his head, feeling the way the stubs scratched his palm. He stripped down to his boxers and stepped into the water, easing himself down.
He sighed as he leaned back, closing his eyes a moment to relax. When he opened his eyes, they fell upon the razor and he reached for it, twirling it in his hands a moment, just thinking.
The door bell rang.
Well, the pizza must be here. If he was going to do this it better be quick before they came up for him. There was no other choice. He'd already tried and there was no way he'd be happy. At least if she was here as a friend, she was still here. But now, there was no sign of her return. And Jeff couldn't take it.
Excited screaming resonated through the door. But Jeff just shook it off, figuring that Jericho was just getting excited over pizza like he usually does.
"For you." He mumbled as he tilted back his hands, getting a clear view of his wrists. His eyes glassed over, almost as if in a trace as he brought the razor to his wrist, slicing through skin and into the vein. He quickly switched hands, repeating the gesture to the other wrist, hoping there was still enough strength in that hand to get the job done.
He was right. With both wrists slit, he hung one hand outside the tub, continuing to twirl the razor just above the floor. He submerged the other, watching intently how his blood swirled in the water, changing the liquid from clear to crimson.
He heard someone; they were coming up the stairs. Well, it won't be long now. His head pounded and he no longer had the strength. The razor slipped from his hand onto the floor, as blood continued to drain down that hand and dripping onto the razor. His eyes rolled back into his head as the darkness engulfed him.
The bathroom door opened.
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The piercing shrill that rang from upstairs had Matt Hardy jump out of his skin. "Sweet Jesus, what was that?"
"I think its Lita." Jericho said, a shocked expression of his own.
The four paused, all staring at one another for a moment before they rushed up the stairs. Matt reached the top first and continued charging towards Jeff's room. He burst in and looked around, anxious to spot the redhead or his brother. As Jericho bumped into him from behind, he looked to his left.
Lita sat on her knees on the floor, her eyes fixated on the.
"Oh God," Matt exclaimed as he raised a hand to his mouth, trying desperately to hold back the bile that was churning in his stomach. He had no idea how much time had past but he heard Edge's voice from Jeff's bedroom. At least one of them maintained their composure to call an ambulance. "Je.Jeff.I.Oh God."
"Easy there." Jericho said, catching the Hardy as he stumbled back. Although Matt could tell Chris was fighting hard to keep his voice steady. "Just breath."
Matt blinked a few times rapidly as his head stilled and he regained his balance. His eyes flew to Lita, noticing that Helms dove to her side and now held the redhead tightly against him. Although neither could look at his brother.
"I have to help him." Matt said, pulling from Jericho as he ran to the tub side, throwing himself to his knees. "I have to stop the."
"No, wait." Chris said, falling to his own knees at the Hardy's side. "We shouldn't move him. Is he, well."
At his implication he heard Lita break into harsh sobs behind him. Chris looked to the ceiling a moment and tried to regain himself. 'Thank God' he thought as he heard multiple footsteps running up the stairs. Finally, the paramedics were here.
**** So just when you thought that I ended the last one on a cliff hanger..well here this is. Heh heh Heh. Let me know what you think. I DUV ALL REVIEWS!!*******
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.
THIRTEEN WEEKS LATER
"How's Jeff?" Jericho asked
Matt shrugged at the question. "He won't talk to me. I have no idea."
Edge sat down next to the elder Hardy. "Well, at least you guys are home now. For a while, anyway."
"Yeah." Matt said, looking around the familiar house. "Maybe that time off that Vince gave us will let him get back into order."
"You know as well as I do that he won't be better till she comes back." Helms said from the other side of the room. "And that's if she comes back."
"She'll come back." Edge said, confidently. "If I know my brother, they'll be back."
Helms shot an incredulous look towards Edge. "And if I know your brother, he'll take her as far away as he can and stay there."
Matt nodded. "Yeah he probably took her off to Italy and they're in some villa in Milan."
"My brother did not take her to Milan. He can't afford it. Plus Italy is not really his cup of tea."
"Speaking of Italy," Chris interrupted. "Shouldn't the pizza be here by now?"
"Is that all you can think about?" Matt asked, a slight irate tone to his voice.
"No." Chris quickly defended. "But we've been talking about this for an hour now. And the thought of Italy brought pizza to my mind."
Edge cocked his head. "Everything brings pizza to your mind."
"That's not true." Jericho said. "There is one thing that doesn't bring pizza to mind."
Matt held up his hands. "Sex, we got it. But we didn't need to know that."
Jericho shook his head. "Actually no. It's Jell-O."
"Wait then that means that sex makes you." Matt trailed off. "Forget it, I don't want to know."
Chris bit his lip a moment, thinking. "Actually, Jell-O makes me think of sex and that makes me think of pizza, so I suppose you were right. Everything makes me think of pizza. Especially considering that Jell-O."
The doorbell rang.
"THANK GOD." Edge practically shouted as he shot up to answer the door.
"What?" Jericho asked. "I didn't say anything."
Edge swung the door open and a hyper redhead flew into his arms. "ADAM!"
"Lita?" Edge hesitated only a moment before wrapping his arms tightly around her. "God, you're back!" He glanced behind her, finding no sight of his brother. "Where's Jay?"
Lita pulled back, smiling up at the tall blonde. "He wasn't feeling well when we got home so he crashed. But I knew tonight was 'Guy's Night' and I just couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you all."
"HEY, ADAM!" Jericho called. "HURRY WITH THAT PIZZA MAN. I'M STARVED."
"You're not going to believe what I found." He called back. And he led Lita into the house and to the living room where Matt and Jericho were.
"LITA!" Matt exclaimed as he hopped up, practically lifting the redhead off her feet with the hug.
She laughed at his reaction and soon Helms and Jericho joined in the big hug. "Ok, guys." She said.
Matt released her stepping back and smiling, however Jericho kept his grasp and took over holding the redhead in the air with his hug. "Ok somebody better put me down." She said lightly.
"Sorry." Jericho said as he put her down, he and Helms stepping away from her now.
"I missed you, Lita." Helms said, seriously.
Her eyes met his and she hugged him again. "I missed you too. All of you."
"We have more then enough pizza coming." Jericho said. "Li, you're staying with us tonight for 'Guy's Night'!"
She smiled and nodded. "I'd love that. But can I see Jeff first. Where is he?"
Matt pointed at the ceiling. "Upstairs was the last place I saw him. He was taking a shower. Oh he'll be ecstatic to see you."
"I'll be pretty happy to see him too." She said, walking up the stairs
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Jeff stared into the mirror in his bathroom. Thirteen weeks. It's been thirteen weeks and she's not back yet. There was no hope. She wasn't coming back and there was nothing else to it. He had nothing now. Everything that ever meant anything to him was gone. Jeff walked over to the shower, turning the water on and letting the tub fill. He tested the water and when the slow trickle came out steaming hot, he stepped back to the mirror.
He tilted his head to the side, looking at his beard. He'd been somewhat lazy over the past few months. Jeez, he really got straggly looking. But what did he care, he had no one to look good for anyway. Jeff shrugged, grabbing his straight razor and shaving cream from underneath the sink.
He took both to the side of the tub, kneeling down as he started to shave away his beard. After some time, he was clean shaven and he placed the razor at the edge of the tub. He swirled his hand around in the water, and once high enough, shut off the stream. Jeff walked back over to the mirror, pulling out the electric shaver and scissors from inside.
He cracked his neck one way then the next as he reached back at his long hair. With a sigh he brought the scissors to his head, cutting the long hair off and letting it drop to the ground. Piece by piece, he cut away more of his long blue hair. What did it matter now? He knew she liked the long hair and with her no longer here.well what did he need it for. It didn't matter anyway. Not like she'd ever see him again.
Jeff's head spun as he worked into a frenzy cutting away his hair. Once short enough, he put the scissors down and picked up the electric razor, starting her up and cutting his hair as short as he could. It all had to go. She liked his hair long. She used to run her fingers through it and he couldn't stop the tear that slid from his eye as he remembered the feel of her running her fingers through his hair.
Jeff closed his eyes tightly then reopened them, watching as he cut his hair at about a half inch from his skull. Yes, the shorter the better. The shorter his hair, the less he'd think about her.
He placed the electric razor down, looking in the mirror now at his new hairstyle. He exhaled, running his hands over his head, feeling the way the stubs scratched his palm. He stripped down to his boxers and stepped into the water, easing himself down.
He sighed as he leaned back, closing his eyes a moment to relax. When he opened his eyes, they fell upon the razor and he reached for it, twirling it in his hands a moment, just thinking.
The door bell rang.
Well, the pizza must be here. If he was going to do this it better be quick before they came up for him. There was no other choice. He'd already tried and there was no way he'd be happy. At least if she was here as a friend, she was still here. But now, there was no sign of her return. And Jeff couldn't take it.
Excited screaming resonated through the door. But Jeff just shook it off, figuring that Jericho was just getting excited over pizza like he usually does.
"For you." He mumbled as he tilted back his hands, getting a clear view of his wrists. His eyes glassed over, almost as if in a trace as he brought the razor to his wrist, slicing through skin and into the vein. He quickly switched hands, repeating the gesture to the other wrist, hoping there was still enough strength in that hand to get the job done.
He was right. With both wrists slit, he hung one hand outside the tub, continuing to twirl the razor just above the floor. He submerged the other, watching intently how his blood swirled in the water, changing the liquid from clear to crimson.
He heard someone; they were coming up the stairs. Well, it won't be long now. His head pounded and he no longer had the strength. The razor slipped from his hand onto the floor, as blood continued to drain down that hand and dripping onto the razor. His eyes rolled back into his head as the darkness engulfed him.
The bathroom door opened.
+++
The piercing shrill that rang from upstairs had Matt Hardy jump out of his skin. "Sweet Jesus, what was that?"
"I think its Lita." Jericho said, a shocked expression of his own.
The four paused, all staring at one another for a moment before they rushed up the stairs. Matt reached the top first and continued charging towards Jeff's room. He burst in and looked around, anxious to spot the redhead or his brother. As Jericho bumped into him from behind, he looked to his left.
Lita sat on her knees on the floor, her eyes fixated on the.
"Oh God," Matt exclaimed as he raised a hand to his mouth, trying desperately to hold back the bile that was churning in his stomach. He had no idea how much time had past but he heard Edge's voice from Jeff's bedroom. At least one of them maintained their composure to call an ambulance. "Je.Jeff.I.Oh God."
"Easy there." Jericho said, catching the Hardy as he stumbled back. Although Matt could tell Chris was fighting hard to keep his voice steady. "Just breath."
Matt blinked a few times rapidly as his head stilled and he regained his balance. His eyes flew to Lita, noticing that Helms dove to her side and now held the redhead tightly against him. Although neither could look at his brother.
"I have to help him." Matt said, pulling from Jericho as he ran to the tub side, throwing himself to his knees. "I have to stop the."
"No, wait." Chris said, falling to his own knees at the Hardy's side. "We shouldn't move him. Is he, well."
At his implication he heard Lita break into harsh sobs behind him. Chris looked to the ceiling a moment and tried to regain himself. 'Thank God' he thought as he heard multiple footsteps running up the stairs. Finally, the paramedics were here.
**** So just when you thought that I ended the last one on a cliff hanger..well here this is. Heh heh Heh. Let me know what you think. I DUV ALL REVIEWS!!*******