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
Jeff's eyes fluttered open, taking in the surroundings he was getting much too acquainted with. He glanced around, white.white...white. "Damn it, here again." His husky voice rang out. "I'm getting sick of this place."
"Jeff?" And in an instant, Chris Jericho was at his side. "Morning sunshine."
"I mean really now. Can't they get some color? Yellow, Purple, Red, I don't know.anything but white."
Chris smiled. "Glad to see you're back to your usual self."
Jeff nodded, frowning a moment before shaking it off looking up at his friend. "What day is it? Time?"
"It's Friday about four in the morning."
"Not a bad blackout. Not my worst but it's up there."
Chris rolled his eyes. "You know, it boggles my mind how you're still alive."
Jeff shrugged. "I don't know. I just make it really difficult for whoever is looking out for me upstairs. So how are you and Steph?"
"We're good." Jericho said. "We took some time off and went up to my cottage at . don't look at me like that. It wasn't like that, it was very romantic just enjoying each others . STOP IT! Damn it, not everything leads to sex." And at the disbelieving look from the Hardy, Jericho only sighed. "Ok, fine, so it did lead to some. But that's not what it's all about. I love her, she loves me and we're all good. . Stop looking at me like that." And Chris flushed a deep red.
Jeff only laughed. "Sorry, man. Just a little envious I supp." he trailed off, his eyes wandering to the chair in the corner of the room, a curled up redhead sleeping there.
Chris followed his eyes and smiled. "She hasn't left you, you know."
"Really?"
Chris shook his head, walking to the door. "I think you should wake her up. Might be the last chance you get." And the door silently closed behind him.
Jeff sighed as he forced himself to a sitting position, wincing at the movement. But he didn't care. He had to get to her. He pushed off, staggering on his feet as he slowly trodded his way the length of the room and managing to squat down in front of her, mind it not without some cracking of his joints. He rested a soft hand on her leg. "Hey," he whispered. "Ames, hun, wake up."
Her eyes fluttered a moment then bolted open as she jumped back in her seat, the quick movement throwing the Hardy off balance and onto his ass. "Oh God, Jeff." And she dropped beside him, helping him up. "What are you doing out of bed? You shouldn't be wandering around and squatting on the floor and. God, are you ok?"
He fell roughly to the bed, pulling himself up and laying back on the pillow. "I'm fine. Really, I'm always fine. See." And he flashed the best grin he could.
She smiled, rolling her eyes. "I hate how you can do that." Her expression fell serious. "But, Jeff, why? Why did you. you didn't have to. I don't care what he said or does or anything like that. You didn't need to go out there and."
"Yes, I did." Jeff said, his eyes locking on hers. "Look I know we haven't been on the best of terms and I want you to know that I'm sorry." When she would interrupt him, he raised a hand. "But that's not why I did it. Whether you believe me or not, I still love you. I will not let anyone talk about the woman I love like that. You're not a whore, you're not a bitch and you're far from everything else he said. And to be honest, no man should talk about a woman the way he talked about you. And I made him pay for it. At the expense of myself, yeah, but he paid for it." Jeff smiled. "Bastards thought they had me but they didn't. I brought him down with me."
Lita ducked her head, reaching for his hand and sitting beside him, toying with his fingers. "Jeff, I'm sorry. About that night. I flew off the handle and I know you were trying to be honest and didn't want any barriers or anything between us. I'm just." she sighed, looking to the ceiling. "I wanted to believe that.well I guess that I was right before and shoulda walked away from you. And now that I finally had the courage." her voice faded and she reached up, wiping her eyes.
"What is it?" he asked, gently. "Say it. Please."
"I can't stop, Jeff." She finally confessed after a minute of silence. "I can't stop loving you. And I hate myself for it. I never wanted to be dependant on someone. Really need them around, you know. But I need you around. I can't sleep right, knowing we're at ends or maybe can't even sleep without you there. But I hate loving a lie. And I don't know who I love anymore, Jeff. Tell me. Tell me who I love. Tell me why when you proposed, you said you can see me, then not a week later you say you can't. I just don't understand. Help me understand."
Jeff sighed, reaching up to caress her cheek a moment before letting his hand drop. "When I proposed everything I said is what I wanted to believe. I wanted to believe you loved me like I thought you once loved Matt. Even though I thought you wanted me to be him, I didn't care. I just loved you anyway, and I figured that maybe, in time, you'd love me like I thought you loved him. I knew that at times I would see this burning in your eyes.the same one I know is in mine. But . I guess I thought it wasn't for me. Call it insecurity, call it fear, I don't know. I really don't. Steph said that I should open my eyes and see you before I lost you. And I try to open my eyes and what I saw was not what I expected. And I lost you."
Lita reached up again rubbing her eyes but not breaking eye contact with him. "So you actually let yourself look at me and you saw what?"
"You." Jeff said. "Well, I guess I really saw you. Saw that you . I don't know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I lied to you. I'm sorry ." He ducked his head. "I'm sorry for everything, for ever coming into your life and making you . I'm just sorry."
Lita shook her head, reaching down to lift his chin so she could see him. "I'm not. If it wasn't for you, I would never have made it this far. I have never cried over a man, you know. Never. And that few weeks ago and every night since, I don't know why, but I cried. Over us, over you, me, I don't know. But I did. I never knew such raw emotions could run through me, but they did. Jeff, I can't give up on us. I can't."
"I can't either." He mumbled.
She smiled. "I.I want to start again. Slow, really slow. I want to know you. To understand what I couldn't see when we moved so fast."
He nodded. "Ok. But what about the ring? I.I don't want anyone else but you. Please tell me I have the chance for you accepting me again."
"Not yet." Lita said. "But I'll tell you when I'm ready.when we're ready."
Jeff nodded, pulling himself into a sitting position. "I'm gonna be bold now. I.I can't sleep without you. I know you want slow and we don't have to do a damn thing. No kissing, not hugging whatever you want. But can we at least share a room, so I know you're near."
Lita bit her lip a moment. "I think I'd like that." She sighed. "I was hurt, Jeff. A lot and this really crashed me down. I need time. I want us to work out and if you're willing to wait for me, wait with me and let me set the pace and take the lead."
Jeff smiled. "We can go as excruciatingly slow as you want."
She smiled back, standing up and squeezing his hand. "I'd like that, Jeff. I really would. Now you get some sleep. I'll see you later." And with that she left him, Jeff laying there, his head in his hands, a smile on his face.
*** Well, one person has been asking for this continuous post, so I suppose since she GIVES ME REVIEWS that I'll post it. Wadda ya think of that subliminal messaging huh? ^_^ ***
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
Jeff's eyes fluttered open, taking in the surroundings he was getting much too acquainted with. He glanced around, white.white...white. "Damn it, here again." His husky voice rang out. "I'm getting sick of this place."
"Jeff?" And in an instant, Chris Jericho was at his side. "Morning sunshine."
"I mean really now. Can't they get some color? Yellow, Purple, Red, I don't know.anything but white."
Chris smiled. "Glad to see you're back to your usual self."
Jeff nodded, frowning a moment before shaking it off looking up at his friend. "What day is it? Time?"
"It's Friday about four in the morning."
"Not a bad blackout. Not my worst but it's up there."
Chris rolled his eyes. "You know, it boggles my mind how you're still alive."
Jeff shrugged. "I don't know. I just make it really difficult for whoever is looking out for me upstairs. So how are you and Steph?"
"We're good." Jericho said. "We took some time off and went up to my cottage at . don't look at me like that. It wasn't like that, it was very romantic just enjoying each others . STOP IT! Damn it, not everything leads to sex." And at the disbelieving look from the Hardy, Jericho only sighed. "Ok, fine, so it did lead to some. But that's not what it's all about. I love her, she loves me and we're all good. . Stop looking at me like that." And Chris flushed a deep red.
Jeff only laughed. "Sorry, man. Just a little envious I supp." he trailed off, his eyes wandering to the chair in the corner of the room, a curled up redhead sleeping there.
Chris followed his eyes and smiled. "She hasn't left you, you know."
"Really?"
Chris shook his head, walking to the door. "I think you should wake her up. Might be the last chance you get." And the door silently closed behind him.
Jeff sighed as he forced himself to a sitting position, wincing at the movement. But he didn't care. He had to get to her. He pushed off, staggering on his feet as he slowly trodded his way the length of the room and managing to squat down in front of her, mind it not without some cracking of his joints. He rested a soft hand on her leg. "Hey," he whispered. "Ames, hun, wake up."
Her eyes fluttered a moment then bolted open as she jumped back in her seat, the quick movement throwing the Hardy off balance and onto his ass. "Oh God, Jeff." And she dropped beside him, helping him up. "What are you doing out of bed? You shouldn't be wandering around and squatting on the floor and. God, are you ok?"
He fell roughly to the bed, pulling himself up and laying back on the pillow. "I'm fine. Really, I'm always fine. See." And he flashed the best grin he could.
She smiled, rolling her eyes. "I hate how you can do that." Her expression fell serious. "But, Jeff, why? Why did you. you didn't have to. I don't care what he said or does or anything like that. You didn't need to go out there and."
"Yes, I did." Jeff said, his eyes locking on hers. "Look I know we haven't been on the best of terms and I want you to know that I'm sorry." When she would interrupt him, he raised a hand. "But that's not why I did it. Whether you believe me or not, I still love you. I will not let anyone talk about the woman I love like that. You're not a whore, you're not a bitch and you're far from everything else he said. And to be honest, no man should talk about a woman the way he talked about you. And I made him pay for it. At the expense of myself, yeah, but he paid for it." Jeff smiled. "Bastards thought they had me but they didn't. I brought him down with me."
Lita ducked her head, reaching for his hand and sitting beside him, toying with his fingers. "Jeff, I'm sorry. About that night. I flew off the handle and I know you were trying to be honest and didn't want any barriers or anything between us. I'm just." she sighed, looking to the ceiling. "I wanted to believe that.well I guess that I was right before and shoulda walked away from you. And now that I finally had the courage." her voice faded and she reached up, wiping her eyes.
"What is it?" he asked, gently. "Say it. Please."
"I can't stop, Jeff." She finally confessed after a minute of silence. "I can't stop loving you. And I hate myself for it. I never wanted to be dependant on someone. Really need them around, you know. But I need you around. I can't sleep right, knowing we're at ends or maybe can't even sleep without you there. But I hate loving a lie. And I don't know who I love anymore, Jeff. Tell me. Tell me who I love. Tell me why when you proposed, you said you can see me, then not a week later you say you can't. I just don't understand. Help me understand."
Jeff sighed, reaching up to caress her cheek a moment before letting his hand drop. "When I proposed everything I said is what I wanted to believe. I wanted to believe you loved me like I thought you once loved Matt. Even though I thought you wanted me to be him, I didn't care. I just loved you anyway, and I figured that maybe, in time, you'd love me like I thought you loved him. I knew that at times I would see this burning in your eyes.the same one I know is in mine. But . I guess I thought it wasn't for me. Call it insecurity, call it fear, I don't know. I really don't. Steph said that I should open my eyes and see you before I lost you. And I try to open my eyes and what I saw was not what I expected. And I lost you."
Lita reached up again rubbing her eyes but not breaking eye contact with him. "So you actually let yourself look at me and you saw what?"
"You." Jeff said. "Well, I guess I really saw you. Saw that you . I don't know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I lied to you. I'm sorry ." He ducked his head. "I'm sorry for everything, for ever coming into your life and making you . I'm just sorry."
Lita shook her head, reaching down to lift his chin so she could see him. "I'm not. If it wasn't for you, I would never have made it this far. I have never cried over a man, you know. Never. And that few weeks ago and every night since, I don't know why, but I cried. Over us, over you, me, I don't know. But I did. I never knew such raw emotions could run through me, but they did. Jeff, I can't give up on us. I can't."
"I can't either." He mumbled.
She smiled. "I.I want to start again. Slow, really slow. I want to know you. To understand what I couldn't see when we moved so fast."
He nodded. "Ok. But what about the ring? I.I don't want anyone else but you. Please tell me I have the chance for you accepting me again."
"Not yet." Lita said. "But I'll tell you when I'm ready.when we're ready."
Jeff nodded, pulling himself into a sitting position. "I'm gonna be bold now. I.I can't sleep without you. I know you want slow and we don't have to do a damn thing. No kissing, not hugging whatever you want. But can we at least share a room, so I know you're near."
Lita bit her lip a moment. "I think I'd like that." She sighed. "I was hurt, Jeff. A lot and this really crashed me down. I need time. I want us to work out and if you're willing to wait for me, wait with me and let me set the pace and take the lead."
Jeff smiled. "We can go as excruciatingly slow as you want."
She smiled back, standing up and squeezing his hand. "I'd like that, Jeff. I really would. Now you get some sleep. I'll see you later." And with that she left him, Jeff laying there, his head in his hands, a smile on his face.
*** Well, one person has been asking for this continuous post, so I suppose since she GIVES ME REVIEWS that I'll post it. Wadda ya think of that subliminal messaging huh? ^_^ ***