Title: Transcending
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 ... maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
TimeLine: End of 2002
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
Chris rocked in his chair, his chin in his hands and his elbows resting on his knees. His wide eyes kept constant focus on the woman in the bed. The woman he loved. He'd been sitting there, oh he didn't know how long. Ever since they let him in the room.
"You look terrible, Chris." A soft voice said from across the way.
He was pulled from his revere as his eyes met hers. "Trish," he breathed. "I'm fine."
The blonde sat in his lap, Chris loosely wrapping his arms around her waist as she pressed her forehead to his. "You are the worst liar."
He sighed. "I know. But I'll be fine." He closed his eyes.
"You don't have to hide from me, hun." Her voice gentle as she rubbed his shoulders. "I know it hurts. I just wish I coulda done something."
His eyes flew open. "NO!" and she pulled back from him at his forceful tone. He shook his head viciously. "No No No. I don't know what I woulda done if you got hurt too. No, I don't care. I didn't want either of you out there."
"You can't tell her what to do. And if you want to stay with her, you're going to have to realize that."
"Well, thank God for Benoit and Terry. Or you two ... I don't even want to think about it."
"Yeah, thank god." She slipped off his lap, squeezing his hand. "If you aren't going to go home or anything, promise me you'll at least get something to eat."
"I ain't leavin her."
Trish sighed. "Fine then at least try to sleep. The last thing she needs to see when she opens her eyes, is you looking a mess. She wouldn't want you to be like this."
"That... I'll do."
She smiled. "Alright, hun. I'll be back tomorrow. I love you."
He nodded, settling back into the chair. "Love you too."
Trish continued down the corridor, her head hung, her shoulders drooped. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Why did the guys insist on attacking the women? Why did she have to be so confused? She still couldn't understand. Rhyno, Christian. Yes, she was with Christian. She loved Christian, she really did. But what was that 'thing' with Rhyno. She'd never felt that before in her life. It took her breath away.
She felt safe with Christian, comforted. Like nothing could harm her in his arms. Completely protected. But those few moments with Rhyno. It was nothing romantic. He just simply held her back. But the way her skin crawled. The way his touch almost burned. Plus it was Rhyno. He wasn't supposed to be gentle, or caring or concerned. He was supposed to be ... well ... Rhyno.
Trish froze in her tracks as she walked into the lobby. There stood Chris Benoit and Rhyno talking to Christian, Test and Jeff Hardy. Her stomach dropped and she swallowed hard.
"Don't be so suspicious." Benoit said through clenched teeth to Christian. "We want to know how Stephanie is."
"I don't trust you." Christian spurted out.
Rhyno pushed past Benoit. "If it wasn't for Chris, Steph would be a little worse off. And if I hadn't been there, well you'd be scraping your girlfriend off that ring. Tell me how Steph and Trish are."
"That's none of your concern." Test answered, squaring off to Rhyno. "Thanks for the help, but you should leave, now."
Benoit stood right in Test's face. "Well, we ain't leavin till we know if they're ok."
Christian confronted Rhyno, their faces inches apart. "That is none of your concern."
"Guys, guys." Jeff Hardy interrupted. "We don't really need to do this. Look, everybody just chill." And the youngest Hardy tried to separate Test from Benoit, only to have the larger Canadian shove him back.
"Back off, Jeff." Test said through a tightened jaw.
Trish quickly made her way across the room. "Jay, Drew, cut it out." Nobody moved and Trish pushed her way between Christian and Rhyno, facing the blonde. "Jay, it's fine. Look, just relax." Christian ground his teeth and took two steps back. With a sigh, she turned to Rhyno.
He reached a hand up, touching her cheek. "Are you ok?"
Trish leaned into his touch a moment, then caught herself. She took his hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. "I'm fine. Just a little shaken up and really scared."
"You've got nothing to be scared about." Rhyno said, pulling her to him and hugging her, his head buried in her hair. And he whispered, "As long as I'm around."
She shivered at the sound of his voice and she pushed back from him, looking into his eyes a moment. "Thank you." Then she turned to Benoit, pushing Test back. "Thank you both." She reached back, grabbing Christian's hand and pulling him to her. "We all are grateful."
Benoit looked to Trish, the strict look still on his face. "How's Steph?"
"She'll be ok. She's still out of it." Trish explained. "She woke up when the doctor's were checking her. But she's been sleeping ever since. Chris is in there with her now."
"Can we see her?" Rhyno asked.
Trish smiled. "Yeah, come on. I'll take you." She grabbed both their hands; pulling the two men back down the hall. "Jay, Drew, you guys calm down and when I come back, you had better be under control." With that said she continued down the hall towards Stephanie's room.
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Chris jumped as the door opened. But he smiled when he saw Trish with Benoit and Rhyno. Jericho stood. "Terry, Chris. Hey."
Benoit smiled, walking towards Jericho. "Hey yourself." Then the two looked to Steph. "How is she? Well a better question is How are you?"
"Well, I've been better. But that's understandable." Jericho looked over his shoulder, spotting Rhyno standing next to Trish, almost protectively. "Terry, I want to thank you for helping out Trish. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to her too."
Rhyno bowed slightly. "My pleasure, Chris. Any time." As both Chris's returned to their own conversation, Rhyno turned Trish, looking down at her and tilting her head to one side. "I don't like the fact that I can see his hand print on your neck, hun."
Trish pushed back his hand. "It's not that bad. I'll be fine."
"Did Jay see it?"
She looked at him, wide-eyed at his boldness. "No, no he didn't. But I hid it from him, he wouldn't have seen it."
"I saw it, even through the make-up." Rhyno cocked his head. "Did you put it on right after the doctor looked at you?"
She ducked her head. "Yes."
"Trish, you don't have to hide from me."
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "Why do you care so much? Why?"
He watched her, silently a moment. Then he pulled her against him, hugging her. "Cuz I do."
She shuddered against him, his dark hair falling forward, brushing over her. He rested his head against the top of hers. "Shhhhh." He hushed, rocking her slightly in his arms. "It's ok." She clung to him then, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, feeling his hard muscled chest and arms holding her securely. It felt so good, but so wrong.
"Come on, guys." Benoit said quietly, pulling Trish from her reverie. "Let's leave Chris alone for a while."
Rhyno nodded, easing Trish from him and letting her walk first to the door.
As the three left, Chris turned back to Stephanie, her eyes now open. "Yeah, so we have those two to thank for saving you guys."
Stephanie yawned. "It was awfully nice of them. But they didn't have to."
Chris smiled, leaning forward and kissing her softly. "I'm glad they did."
She smiled back. "Chris, take me home. Please."
"I don't know if I can get you out yet. They want to make sure nothing is broken." Chris answered. "But I promise, the minute I get you back, I will pamper you to no end."
"You better. I'm expecting class A treatment."
"And you certainly will be getting it."
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The three walked back out to the waiting room. Trish smiling. "It was good of you guys to come. What you've done means a lot to us?"
"We only did what was right." Benoit said, simply. Rhyno nodded his approval and his eyes locked on Trish a little too long. "Terry, come on." Benoit said. "We should be going."
Rhyno sighed, steeling his eyes. "Yeah. I know. Let's get outta this place."
Trish sighed, falling back into the chair, Christian sitting at her side. "Trishy, are you ok? They didn't hurt you did they."
She shook her head. "No. No. They didn't do anything bad. I ... I need to talk to you, Jay. Do you think we can go somewhere private?"
"Of course." He said, grabbing her hand and the two walked out of the hospital.
*** Sorry it's taken so long. I actually forgot to post for a while. But here we go. Next chapter rolling. REVIEW ... EVERYONE REVIEW!!!***
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 ... maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
TimeLine: End of 2002
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
Chris rocked in his chair, his chin in his hands and his elbows resting on his knees. His wide eyes kept constant focus on the woman in the bed. The woman he loved. He'd been sitting there, oh he didn't know how long. Ever since they let him in the room.
"You look terrible, Chris." A soft voice said from across the way.
He was pulled from his revere as his eyes met hers. "Trish," he breathed. "I'm fine."
The blonde sat in his lap, Chris loosely wrapping his arms around her waist as she pressed her forehead to his. "You are the worst liar."
He sighed. "I know. But I'll be fine." He closed his eyes.
"You don't have to hide from me, hun." Her voice gentle as she rubbed his shoulders. "I know it hurts. I just wish I coulda done something."
His eyes flew open. "NO!" and she pulled back from him at his forceful tone. He shook his head viciously. "No No No. I don't know what I woulda done if you got hurt too. No, I don't care. I didn't want either of you out there."
"You can't tell her what to do. And if you want to stay with her, you're going to have to realize that."
"Well, thank God for Benoit and Terry. Or you two ... I don't even want to think about it."
"Yeah, thank god." She slipped off his lap, squeezing his hand. "If you aren't going to go home or anything, promise me you'll at least get something to eat."
"I ain't leavin her."
Trish sighed. "Fine then at least try to sleep. The last thing she needs to see when she opens her eyes, is you looking a mess. She wouldn't want you to be like this."
"That... I'll do."
She smiled. "Alright, hun. I'll be back tomorrow. I love you."
He nodded, settling back into the chair. "Love you too."
Trish continued down the corridor, her head hung, her shoulders drooped. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Why did the guys insist on attacking the women? Why did she have to be so confused? She still couldn't understand. Rhyno, Christian. Yes, she was with Christian. She loved Christian, she really did. But what was that 'thing' with Rhyno. She'd never felt that before in her life. It took her breath away.
She felt safe with Christian, comforted. Like nothing could harm her in his arms. Completely protected. But those few moments with Rhyno. It was nothing romantic. He just simply held her back. But the way her skin crawled. The way his touch almost burned. Plus it was Rhyno. He wasn't supposed to be gentle, or caring or concerned. He was supposed to be ... well ... Rhyno.
Trish froze in her tracks as she walked into the lobby. There stood Chris Benoit and Rhyno talking to Christian, Test and Jeff Hardy. Her stomach dropped and she swallowed hard.
"Don't be so suspicious." Benoit said through clenched teeth to Christian. "We want to know how Stephanie is."
"I don't trust you." Christian spurted out.
Rhyno pushed past Benoit. "If it wasn't for Chris, Steph would be a little worse off. And if I hadn't been there, well you'd be scraping your girlfriend off that ring. Tell me how Steph and Trish are."
"That's none of your concern." Test answered, squaring off to Rhyno. "Thanks for the help, but you should leave, now."
Benoit stood right in Test's face. "Well, we ain't leavin till we know if they're ok."
Christian confronted Rhyno, their faces inches apart. "That is none of your concern."
"Guys, guys." Jeff Hardy interrupted. "We don't really need to do this. Look, everybody just chill." And the youngest Hardy tried to separate Test from Benoit, only to have the larger Canadian shove him back.
"Back off, Jeff." Test said through a tightened jaw.
Trish quickly made her way across the room. "Jay, Drew, cut it out." Nobody moved and Trish pushed her way between Christian and Rhyno, facing the blonde. "Jay, it's fine. Look, just relax." Christian ground his teeth and took two steps back. With a sigh, she turned to Rhyno.
He reached a hand up, touching her cheek. "Are you ok?"
Trish leaned into his touch a moment, then caught herself. She took his hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. "I'm fine. Just a little shaken up and really scared."
"You've got nothing to be scared about." Rhyno said, pulling her to him and hugging her, his head buried in her hair. And he whispered, "As long as I'm around."
She shivered at the sound of his voice and she pushed back from him, looking into his eyes a moment. "Thank you." Then she turned to Benoit, pushing Test back. "Thank you both." She reached back, grabbing Christian's hand and pulling him to her. "We all are grateful."
Benoit looked to Trish, the strict look still on his face. "How's Steph?"
"She'll be ok. She's still out of it." Trish explained. "She woke up when the doctor's were checking her. But she's been sleeping ever since. Chris is in there with her now."
"Can we see her?" Rhyno asked.
Trish smiled. "Yeah, come on. I'll take you." She grabbed both their hands; pulling the two men back down the hall. "Jay, Drew, you guys calm down and when I come back, you had better be under control." With that said she continued down the hall towards Stephanie's room.
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Chris jumped as the door opened. But he smiled when he saw Trish with Benoit and Rhyno. Jericho stood. "Terry, Chris. Hey."
Benoit smiled, walking towards Jericho. "Hey yourself." Then the two looked to Steph. "How is she? Well a better question is How are you?"
"Well, I've been better. But that's understandable." Jericho looked over his shoulder, spotting Rhyno standing next to Trish, almost protectively. "Terry, I want to thank you for helping out Trish. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to her too."
Rhyno bowed slightly. "My pleasure, Chris. Any time." As both Chris's returned to their own conversation, Rhyno turned Trish, looking down at her and tilting her head to one side. "I don't like the fact that I can see his hand print on your neck, hun."
Trish pushed back his hand. "It's not that bad. I'll be fine."
"Did Jay see it?"
She looked at him, wide-eyed at his boldness. "No, no he didn't. But I hid it from him, he wouldn't have seen it."
"I saw it, even through the make-up." Rhyno cocked his head. "Did you put it on right after the doctor looked at you?"
She ducked her head. "Yes."
"Trish, you don't have to hide from me."
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "Why do you care so much? Why?"
He watched her, silently a moment. Then he pulled her against him, hugging her. "Cuz I do."
She shuddered against him, his dark hair falling forward, brushing over her. He rested his head against the top of hers. "Shhhhh." He hushed, rocking her slightly in his arms. "It's ok." She clung to him then, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, feeling his hard muscled chest and arms holding her securely. It felt so good, but so wrong.
"Come on, guys." Benoit said quietly, pulling Trish from her reverie. "Let's leave Chris alone for a while."
Rhyno nodded, easing Trish from him and letting her walk first to the door.
As the three left, Chris turned back to Stephanie, her eyes now open. "Yeah, so we have those two to thank for saving you guys."
Stephanie yawned. "It was awfully nice of them. But they didn't have to."
Chris smiled, leaning forward and kissing her softly. "I'm glad they did."
She smiled back. "Chris, take me home. Please."
"I don't know if I can get you out yet. They want to make sure nothing is broken." Chris answered. "But I promise, the minute I get you back, I will pamper you to no end."
"You better. I'm expecting class A treatment."
"And you certainly will be getting it."
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The three walked back out to the waiting room. Trish smiling. "It was good of you guys to come. What you've done means a lot to us?"
"We only did what was right." Benoit said, simply. Rhyno nodded his approval and his eyes locked on Trish a little too long. "Terry, come on." Benoit said. "We should be going."
Rhyno sighed, steeling his eyes. "Yeah. I know. Let's get outta this place."
Trish sighed, falling back into the chair, Christian sitting at her side. "Trishy, are you ok? They didn't hurt you did they."
She shook her head. "No. No. They didn't do anything bad. I ... I need to talk to you, Jay. Do you think we can go somewhere private?"
"Of course." He said, grabbing her hand and the two walked out of the hospital.
*** Sorry it's taken so long. I actually forgot to post for a while. But here we go. Next chapter rolling. REVIEW ... EVERYONE REVIEW!!!***