Title: Transcending
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 . maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, the English language, Spain, or anything else used to write this story. It is entirely fictional.
Archiving: only ask me so I can visit it and keep track of them
Stephanie paced her office, impatiently, her cell phone to her ear. Where was she? It was still early and she never went to bed at this hour.
"Hello." A breathy voice answered.
Steph's eyes lit up. "Mom? Where were you, I was so worried?"
Linda exhaled, trying to catch her breath. "I was down stairs in the office and I just got off the phone with some of the wrestlers before I heard this line ringing. You really had me for a run there, honey."
Steph smiled at her mother's light heartedness. "I take it you saw the show then."
Linda frowned. "Yes, I did. Sweetheart, are you alright."
Steph sighed. "I'm fine, Mom. Who were you talking to?"
"Amy. She called me about the boys. I told her I wanted to know what was happening as soon as possible. What happened out there, baby?"
Stephanie sat down on the couch in her office, finally stopping the pacing she had still been doing. "I don't know. I mean one minute, I'm the General Manager and the next minute Paul managed to wheel the power out from under me. I don't know what happened. And I don't know why Chris and Jeff and Drew were here. And I don't know what's going on. And God, I hope they're O.K. And I'm boggled at why they came out to help me."
Linda let out a chuckle. "Well, I say Paul just managed to slink his fingers in like I knew he would. I told your father he'd be a bad investment. But Nooooooo. Nobody listens to me. And as for the boys...Well I don't know. But you should ask them yourself."
"Do you know where they are? What hospital they're at?"
"I'll tell you where, honey. But just be mindful. They might not be too happy to see you."
"I don't care. I have to make sure Chri. they're ok." Stephanie bit her lip at the slip up.
Linda said nothing in reference to it. "Ok fine. But be careful."
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Chris squeezed his eyes shut, before realizing he was conscious. His head hurt, his back hurt. but he could move his toes. WOO HOO! Score for the home team. Wait.what was that. A soft touch graced his arms, like fingertips gently running from his shoulder to his hand. The sensation sent chills down his spine. And that touch, it was so familiar but.no, it couldn't be.
He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to wake up if the person was who he thought it was, wasn't really there. Steph hadn't touched him like this since . God, it had been years and they were great friends. And then the touch was gone. Jericho wrapped his hand around the paper now in his hand. He slowly opened his eyes, looking in his hand.
A note.
He shifted his weight, a difficult undertaking but somehow managed it. He opened the note and read:
Chris,
Thank you.
SM
Chris lowered the note, thinking. How in the . His eyes widened. It wasn't a dream. He shot out of the bed, ignoring the sharp pains that jutted down his back as he went to the door, throwing it open and looking either way. Nothing. She was gone. He closed the door, bracing his back with a wince as he hobbled back to the bed. His eyes met a familiar set across the room.
"She was here for a while you know." Jeff said.
Chris sat down on his bed, lying back trying to get comfortable. "Anyone with her"
Jeff shook his head. "Nope. Everyone else went to the hotel to crash for the night. They were gone by the time she came and I faked sleeping. Didn't want her to feel uncomfortable." He watched as the blonde man raised the note to his nose, inhaling as if trying to get the smell of her, and then lowering it with a smile. Jeff only smiled. "And I thought I had it bad."
Jericho rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well. Sorry to disappoint you but."
"There's nothing to be sorry for." Jeff interrupted. "You think if Ames was on the Smackdown Roster that that would stop me in ANY way."
"I guess not." Jericho sighed. "So what are we still doing here, what's going on?"
"We're in a hospital and not being released until tomorrow. That's if everything checks out ok." Jeff raised his hand to his bandaged head. "And if I can manage to walk."
Chris chuckled. "You walk away from four TLC matches. I'm sure you'll be fine. Plus you can milk this for some TLC of your own, if you catch my drift." And the blonde wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the Hardy.
Jeff blushed. "I'd have to be stupid not to." He rested his head back, cradling it with his hands. "I've been thinking."
"Uh oh."
"Oh shut up, Jerky."
"Ok, Hardly."
Both men stared at each other a moment before laughing. Chris sighed, a smile on his face. "What you been thinking?"
Jeff looked at his hands. "I'm thinking of challenging Matt to a Hell in a Cell match."
Chris's eyes, shot to the Hardy's. "Are you nuts? You can't do that. I won't let you. She won't let you. We won't let you."
Jeff smiled at his friend. "You said yourself, I've been in four TLC matches and am fine."
"I meant your body. Your head is obviously another story."
"I'm gonna show him. Gonna hurt him for what he did to her, to me. To all of us. No better yet. The cell is too forgiving." A crazed look entered Jeff's eyes. "You know what wasn't. That battle dome elimination chamber cell. I want him in that."
Jericho forced himself to a sitting position, shaking his head. "No. No you don't. I was in that thing once and. Trust me. You do NOT want that. Jeff, please don't." But Chris could tell by the far-away look in the younger man's eyes. His mind.was already decided, and the results are certainly not going to be pretty.
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Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 . maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, the English language, Spain, or anything else used to write this story. It is entirely fictional.
Archiving: only ask me so I can visit it and keep track of them
Stephanie paced her office, impatiently, her cell phone to her ear. Where was she? It was still early and she never went to bed at this hour.
"Hello." A breathy voice answered.
Steph's eyes lit up. "Mom? Where were you, I was so worried?"
Linda exhaled, trying to catch her breath. "I was down stairs in the office and I just got off the phone with some of the wrestlers before I heard this line ringing. You really had me for a run there, honey."
Steph smiled at her mother's light heartedness. "I take it you saw the show then."
Linda frowned. "Yes, I did. Sweetheart, are you alright."
Steph sighed. "I'm fine, Mom. Who were you talking to?"
"Amy. She called me about the boys. I told her I wanted to know what was happening as soon as possible. What happened out there, baby?"
Stephanie sat down on the couch in her office, finally stopping the pacing she had still been doing. "I don't know. I mean one minute, I'm the General Manager and the next minute Paul managed to wheel the power out from under me. I don't know what happened. And I don't know why Chris and Jeff and Drew were here. And I don't know what's going on. And God, I hope they're O.K. And I'm boggled at why they came out to help me."
Linda let out a chuckle. "Well, I say Paul just managed to slink his fingers in like I knew he would. I told your father he'd be a bad investment. But Nooooooo. Nobody listens to me. And as for the boys...Well I don't know. But you should ask them yourself."
"Do you know where they are? What hospital they're at?"
"I'll tell you where, honey. But just be mindful. They might not be too happy to see you."
"I don't care. I have to make sure Chri. they're ok." Stephanie bit her lip at the slip up.
Linda said nothing in reference to it. "Ok fine. But be careful."
+++
Chris squeezed his eyes shut, before realizing he was conscious. His head hurt, his back hurt. but he could move his toes. WOO HOO! Score for the home team. Wait.what was that. A soft touch graced his arms, like fingertips gently running from his shoulder to his hand. The sensation sent chills down his spine. And that touch, it was so familiar but.no, it couldn't be.
He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to wake up if the person was who he thought it was, wasn't really there. Steph hadn't touched him like this since . God, it had been years and they were great friends. And then the touch was gone. Jericho wrapped his hand around the paper now in his hand. He slowly opened his eyes, looking in his hand.
A note.
He shifted his weight, a difficult undertaking but somehow managed it. He opened the note and read:
Chris,
Thank you.
SM
Chris lowered the note, thinking. How in the . His eyes widened. It wasn't a dream. He shot out of the bed, ignoring the sharp pains that jutted down his back as he went to the door, throwing it open and looking either way. Nothing. She was gone. He closed the door, bracing his back with a wince as he hobbled back to the bed. His eyes met a familiar set across the room.
"She was here for a while you know." Jeff said.
Chris sat down on his bed, lying back trying to get comfortable. "Anyone with her"
Jeff shook his head. "Nope. Everyone else went to the hotel to crash for the night. They were gone by the time she came and I faked sleeping. Didn't want her to feel uncomfortable." He watched as the blonde man raised the note to his nose, inhaling as if trying to get the smell of her, and then lowering it with a smile. Jeff only smiled. "And I thought I had it bad."
Jericho rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well. Sorry to disappoint you but."
"There's nothing to be sorry for." Jeff interrupted. "You think if Ames was on the Smackdown Roster that that would stop me in ANY way."
"I guess not." Jericho sighed. "So what are we still doing here, what's going on?"
"We're in a hospital and not being released until tomorrow. That's if everything checks out ok." Jeff raised his hand to his bandaged head. "And if I can manage to walk."
Chris chuckled. "You walk away from four TLC matches. I'm sure you'll be fine. Plus you can milk this for some TLC of your own, if you catch my drift." And the blonde wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the Hardy.
Jeff blushed. "I'd have to be stupid not to." He rested his head back, cradling it with his hands. "I've been thinking."
"Uh oh."
"Oh shut up, Jerky."
"Ok, Hardly."
Both men stared at each other a moment before laughing. Chris sighed, a smile on his face. "What you been thinking?"
Jeff looked at his hands. "I'm thinking of challenging Matt to a Hell in a Cell match."
Chris's eyes, shot to the Hardy's. "Are you nuts? You can't do that. I won't let you. She won't let you. We won't let you."
Jeff smiled at his friend. "You said yourself, I've been in four TLC matches and am fine."
"I meant your body. Your head is obviously another story."
"I'm gonna show him. Gonna hurt him for what he did to her, to me. To all of us. No better yet. The cell is too forgiving." A crazed look entered Jeff's eyes. "You know what wasn't. That battle dome elimination chamber cell. I want him in that."
Jericho forced himself to a sitting position, shaking his head. "No. No you don't. I was in that thing once and. Trust me. You do NOT want that. Jeff, please don't." But Chris could tell by the far-away look in the younger man's eyes. His mind.was already decided, and the results are certainly not going to be pretty.
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