Title: Nothing Stays the Same.
Author: Cathie McMath. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Disclaimer: I don't own Jeff, Lita, Booker T, Chris Jericho, Christian, Shawn Micheals - or any other WWE wrestlers that I may mention in this fic. I dream about owning them every night.. but in reality I don't. Good ol' Vinny Mac does.
Summary: Lita reflects on Jeff's recent behaviour.
Rating: PG. I think it's nice and clean.
TimeLine: Now. January - February 2003.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
Author's Note: The next installment. This was - obviously - inspired by the Jeff/HBK VS Jericho/Christian match last night on RAW. This wasn't exactly where I planned for this fic to go.. but who knows what's going on in Jeff's head? Heel, face.. what's he doing? I just don't get him.. *sigh* Anyway, enjoy the fic! Lemme know what ya'll think!
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"So, what's the deal, Hardy?"
Jeff smirked to himself as he approached the grinning redhead. She was sitting on top of a table in the arena hallway, waiting for him after his match. He hoisted himself up onto the table, sitting next to her. Once perched comfortably, he turned to her and flashed a huge smile.
Lita punched him in the forearm playfully, the grin that was playing on her lips growing even wider. "Come on! Answer me, Jeff. What's up?"
The youngest Hardy simply kept on smiling, even letting out a soft chuckle. The body paint that had been plastered on his left arm, and onto his forehead was now smudged and faded. Sweat soaked his white singlet and matted his bright red hair. Through his exhausted breaths, he chewed his chewing gum, the same piece he had been chewing all through out the match up.
Watching as Jeff kept the silent smile up, Lita's mind wandered to the match she had watched just minutes earlier. Jeff in a tag-team against Chris Jericho and Christian. And hell, he wasn't in just any tag-team. He had been partners with 'The Sexy Boy' himself. Shawn Micheals. She shook her head slightly she she continued to think about what she had just seen. And to think that just a couple of weeks ago, he had been attacking Rob Van Dam and Booker T.
She had talked to him the night of the attack on Booker T - and he had told her that he was going to become a heel. That it was a big change for him, but one that needed to be made. And now? The other week he saved Test and Stacy from Christian and Jericho.. and this RAW he was teaming up with HBK? Lita was confused.
Jeff looked at her, still wearing a 100 watt grin. "You want to know what's going on Li?" The diva nodded, and Jeff opened his mouth to explain, when they were joined by another figure. They both looked up at who approached them.
"Great work out there tonight."
Jeff got up from the table, and shook Shawn's hand. "You too man. That super kick you gave Jericho? Man - that was awesome! You had him knocked out cold!"
Shawn Micheals ran a hand through his hair, still sweating slightly from the exertion of the match. His trademark grin sat on his lips as he replied. "Thanks." He pointed to Jeff. "That swanton of yours though, that was brilliant."
Lita noticed that Jeff blushed slightly at the compliment from Micheals. She smiled to herself, watching the two men talk. She'd have to tease Jeff about that later on. She slowly slid off the table and stood next to Jeff, smiling at both men.
"Ah, the lovely Miss Lita." Shawn said, acknowledging her joining them. He gave her a tender hug, and smiled at her when they pulled away. "I thought I saw you running around back here earlier. Enjoy the match?"
"It was great! You guys are a great team." She glanced over at Jeff and smiled. Ah, more blushing. "But I'm still a little confused. Jeff insisted I come down to watch this show live - and I can see why now - but it's such a radical change from a couple of weeks ago." She shrugged. "You knocked Jeff down flat on the mat, only two weeks ago, remember?"
Shawn gave a warm laugh. "I did, didn't I?" He looked at Jeff. "Well Hardy, it looks like you got some 'splaining to do. Want to tell your lady friend here what's going on? Or shall I?"
Jeff pressed his lips together, and scratched his head. He looked at Shawn, then at Lita. "Um --"
"Hey guys!" Christian flung his arm around Shawn's shoulder, and smiled at the trio. "Hate to interrupt this little group discussion, but I thought we all deserved to go out for a drink or two. We pulled off a pretty damn good match tonight, if you ask me. So Jericho and I decided we should all go out and celebrate." His gaze fell on Lita. "And of course, another thing to celebrate, is having Lita here with us all tonight."
She flashed a wide smile his way, then looked over at Jeff. "Sure, but first Jeff was going to--"
"-- Li, let's just go out. I can tell you all about what's going on later, at the hotel, okay?" Jeff looked at her, eyebrow's raised, voice hopeful. Lita knew he was trying to put off telling her what was going on, for some reason or another. The sneaky little thing. She'd get it out of him if it was the last thing she did.
She looked at the three men standing around her, and behind them saw Chris Jericho approaching. Damn, a night out with her friends sure did sound good though. She sighed deeply and shrugged. "Fine, fine. You can tell me later."
Jeff smiled, and brushed a strand of hair out of his face. "Great. Just let us all have a shower so we don't stink, and look like crap."
Jericho, who just joined the group, laughed as he pushed his damp, blonde locks behind his ears. "A shower isn't going to help you with that Jeff. You're stinky and looking like crap naturally." He smirked at Lita, who giggled softly in response.
"Oh, ha, ha Jericho." Jeff said sarcastically, then laughed sincerely. "Just remember who pinned your ass tonight."
Chris held his hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay. Sorry! You certainly got me there." He let out a chuckle.
Lita patted Chris on the shoulder as the group of friend's made their way to the locker rooms. "By the way, great performance after the match. You looked absolutely livid!"
Christian laughed. "Yeah, there's an Oscar nomination right there, buddy."
Lita smiled as she listened to her friends talk and joke. Being at home, injured, all by herself for so many months - she really missed them all. All the interaction between everyone, all the jokes, all the fun, all the nights out, all the celebrations. She really missed it.
Jeff wrapped his arm around her waist casually as he chatted to Shawn about their match. Lita could tell he was extremely happy about being teamed up with one of his idols, and couldn't wait to talk to him about it.
She also couldn't wait to talk to him about what was going on. Heel? Face? What exactly was Jeff doing? And why was he so damn reluctant to tell her anything?
Author: Cathie McMath. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Disclaimer: I don't own Jeff, Lita, Booker T, Chris Jericho, Christian, Shawn Micheals - or any other WWE wrestlers that I may mention in this fic. I dream about owning them every night.. but in reality I don't. Good ol' Vinny Mac does.
Summary: Lita reflects on Jeff's recent behaviour.
Rating: PG. I think it's nice and clean.
TimeLine: Now. January - February 2003.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
Author's Note: The next installment. This was - obviously - inspired by the Jeff/HBK VS Jericho/Christian match last night on RAW. This wasn't exactly where I planned for this fic to go.. but who knows what's going on in Jeff's head? Heel, face.. what's he doing? I just don't get him.. *sigh* Anyway, enjoy the fic! Lemme know what ya'll think!
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"So, what's the deal, Hardy?"
Jeff smirked to himself as he approached the grinning redhead. She was sitting on top of a table in the arena hallway, waiting for him after his match. He hoisted himself up onto the table, sitting next to her. Once perched comfortably, he turned to her and flashed a huge smile.
Lita punched him in the forearm playfully, the grin that was playing on her lips growing even wider. "Come on! Answer me, Jeff. What's up?"
The youngest Hardy simply kept on smiling, even letting out a soft chuckle. The body paint that had been plastered on his left arm, and onto his forehead was now smudged and faded. Sweat soaked his white singlet and matted his bright red hair. Through his exhausted breaths, he chewed his chewing gum, the same piece he had been chewing all through out the match up.
Watching as Jeff kept the silent smile up, Lita's mind wandered to the match she had watched just minutes earlier. Jeff in a tag-team against Chris Jericho and Christian. And hell, he wasn't in just any tag-team. He had been partners with 'The Sexy Boy' himself. Shawn Micheals. She shook her head slightly she she continued to think about what she had just seen. And to think that just a couple of weeks ago, he had been attacking Rob Van Dam and Booker T.
She had talked to him the night of the attack on Booker T - and he had told her that he was going to become a heel. That it was a big change for him, but one that needed to be made. And now? The other week he saved Test and Stacy from Christian and Jericho.. and this RAW he was teaming up with HBK? Lita was confused.
Jeff looked at her, still wearing a 100 watt grin. "You want to know what's going on Li?" The diva nodded, and Jeff opened his mouth to explain, when they were joined by another figure. They both looked up at who approached them.
"Great work out there tonight."
Jeff got up from the table, and shook Shawn's hand. "You too man. That super kick you gave Jericho? Man - that was awesome! You had him knocked out cold!"
Shawn Micheals ran a hand through his hair, still sweating slightly from the exertion of the match. His trademark grin sat on his lips as he replied. "Thanks." He pointed to Jeff. "That swanton of yours though, that was brilliant."
Lita noticed that Jeff blushed slightly at the compliment from Micheals. She smiled to herself, watching the two men talk. She'd have to tease Jeff about that later on. She slowly slid off the table and stood next to Jeff, smiling at both men.
"Ah, the lovely Miss Lita." Shawn said, acknowledging her joining them. He gave her a tender hug, and smiled at her when they pulled away. "I thought I saw you running around back here earlier. Enjoy the match?"
"It was great! You guys are a great team." She glanced over at Jeff and smiled. Ah, more blushing. "But I'm still a little confused. Jeff insisted I come down to watch this show live - and I can see why now - but it's such a radical change from a couple of weeks ago." She shrugged. "You knocked Jeff down flat on the mat, only two weeks ago, remember?"
Shawn gave a warm laugh. "I did, didn't I?" He looked at Jeff. "Well Hardy, it looks like you got some 'splaining to do. Want to tell your lady friend here what's going on? Or shall I?"
Jeff pressed his lips together, and scratched his head. He looked at Shawn, then at Lita. "Um --"
"Hey guys!" Christian flung his arm around Shawn's shoulder, and smiled at the trio. "Hate to interrupt this little group discussion, but I thought we all deserved to go out for a drink or two. We pulled off a pretty damn good match tonight, if you ask me. So Jericho and I decided we should all go out and celebrate." His gaze fell on Lita. "And of course, another thing to celebrate, is having Lita here with us all tonight."
She flashed a wide smile his way, then looked over at Jeff. "Sure, but first Jeff was going to--"
"-- Li, let's just go out. I can tell you all about what's going on later, at the hotel, okay?" Jeff looked at her, eyebrow's raised, voice hopeful. Lita knew he was trying to put off telling her what was going on, for some reason or another. The sneaky little thing. She'd get it out of him if it was the last thing she did.
She looked at the three men standing around her, and behind them saw Chris Jericho approaching. Damn, a night out with her friends sure did sound good though. She sighed deeply and shrugged. "Fine, fine. You can tell me later."
Jeff smiled, and brushed a strand of hair out of his face. "Great. Just let us all have a shower so we don't stink, and look like crap."
Jericho, who just joined the group, laughed as he pushed his damp, blonde locks behind his ears. "A shower isn't going to help you with that Jeff. You're stinky and looking like crap naturally." He smirked at Lita, who giggled softly in response.
"Oh, ha, ha Jericho." Jeff said sarcastically, then laughed sincerely. "Just remember who pinned your ass tonight."
Chris held his hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay. Sorry! You certainly got me there." He let out a chuckle.
Lita patted Chris on the shoulder as the group of friend's made their way to the locker rooms. "By the way, great performance after the match. You looked absolutely livid!"
Christian laughed. "Yeah, there's an Oscar nomination right there, buddy."
Lita smiled as she listened to her friends talk and joke. Being at home, injured, all by herself for so many months - she really missed them all. All the interaction between everyone, all the jokes, all the fun, all the nights out, all the celebrations. She really missed it.
Jeff wrapped his arm around her waist casually as he chatted to Shawn about their match. Lita could tell he was extremely happy about being teamed up with one of his idols, and couldn't wait to talk to him about it.
She also couldn't wait to talk to him about what was going on. Heel? Face? What exactly was Jeff doing? And why was he so damn reluctant to tell her anything?
