*** A/N: There are two versions of this fic, this one (obviously!) and the
non fanfic one of fictionpress.com, it's not important and there aren't any
difference except for names and places. But anyway, my point is I only got
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I'll post the next one. Kiera****
Jeff Hardy had seen her walking around for months. She'd only ever been doing odd jobs, like giving wrestlers late scripts or hurrying to wardrobe with a diva's pair of pants that needed mending or getting a coffee for someone. He'd never spoken to her and as far as Jeff knew, no-one had, but he could tell why. She didn't look right. She had the weirdest hair. It had shades of strawberry blonde in, light blonde and even pure red. From a distance it looked like her whole head was on fire, an effect Jeff believed could only be achieved by dying. But he didn't actually think it had been dyed and that gave him the creeps slightly. The air around her always seemed to be full of electricity and tension. No matter how early he arrived at an arena or how late he left, she was always there. He had to speak to her and he got his chance. It was during a lunch break when he entered the canteen area, the kitchens weren't actually open because the freezers had broken so a buffet had been set up along the side wall. She was standing with her back to everyone else getting a drink of water and Jeff seized the opportunity He didn't think she would of known he was approaching her with it being so noisy, but when he said 'Hi', she didn't jump, she just turned around calmly. "Hello." she replied with a cup in her hand. "I didn't think you'd heard me." Jeff said, slightly nervous. "I didn't." Jeff shuddered slightly. She seemed even more spooky up close, her hair was shimmering and her eyes where locked onto his. Her cold blue eyes, so cold that he almost felt frozen on the inside. "I'm Jeff Hardy." He said quickly. "I know who you are." "You know a lot don't you?" She shrugged. "I suppose you can say that, or maybe I just pay attention to what's going on around me." "So, what's your name?" She put the full cup back on the buffet table and re-arranged the headset hanging around her neck. "Why do you want to know my name?" "It'll make conversations a lot easier!" He joked. She didn't find it funny, she just tossed her fiery hair over her shoulder and folded her arms. "Who said we'll be having more conversations?" She walked out the canteen and left Jeff wondering what he could have said to even remotely offend her. He found himself running after her and caught up with her near the dressing rooms. "Hey!" he called making her stop and look over her shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry if I offended you in some way. I didn't mean to." "It's ok....you didn't." He nodded and went to head back to the canteen, this time she called out to him. "Jeff, my name's Kali.....Kali Kergan-Quinn." "It's pretty, but kind of unusual. I've never heard it before." "That's because I'm pretty unusual myself. I'll see you around." He watched her walk off. She was cool, and not in a good way. She seemed very emotionless. She probably had a very good reason. Everyone had reasons for what they did and the way they acted, Kali was no different, she was only human after all.
Kali was sitting on a huge dumpster out at the back of the arena a few hours later. Ever since the first day she'd started work people had left her alone and that was the way she wanted it. She didn't want people who said Hi to her every morning and invited her out for coffee. She didn't need that. She didn't mind being by herself. She actually made an effort to seem unapproachable and it had earned her a reputation as a bit of a bitch. Of course there where always people who just didn't get it, people like Jeff Hardy. He was only trying to be nice, but Kali didn't have time for nice people. She wondered if she just acted her usual cold self he might give up in a few days and become just another person who left her alone. She couldn't always be left alone though. "Kylie, get inside now. Your not being paid to sit outside." Someone barked from the semi open doorway. She rolled her eyes, not bothering to correct the person that her name wasn't actually Kylie. She jumped off the dumpster and went back in. Someone handed her a stack of scripts and ordered her to hand them out. Kali got on with her business and was near the entrance to the arena when a pudgy camera man grabbed her by the arm. "Hey you, go get Orton and Maven and tell them we're ready for them." "You tell them." Kali replied pulling out of his grip. "You're not the only person with a job to do." "Will you just do as I tell you, now!" "No! I'm not paid to run around for you." His face turned slightly red and he took two steps towards her. "You should listen to me if you know what's good for you." he snarled. "And if you knew what was good for you, you'd go the gym once in a while." "What's going on here?" The new voice that intervened belonged to one of the security men. "Kayleigh here won't go get Randy and Maven." The camera man said. "I'm trying to give out scripts." Kali replied through gritted teeth, still looking at the camera man. "Both of you go do your own jobs and I'll go get them." The pudgy camera man walked away muttering under his breath, but Kali didn't leave. She to the spot, even when the wrestlers passed and taping had begun. Her blood was boiling and she stood in the entrance way, peering out into the arena at the man, her anger growing. She waited, and kept on staring and waited. Then when she thought she was going to explode it happened. The camera blew up. Sparks flew and there was a huge bang. Everyone gasped and the camera man swore loudly before throwing it to the floor. "What the hell happened then?" someone behind her shouted He was trying to explain something he couldn't and Kali still watched. Her anger was still there and his menacing voice was still going round her head. But someone put a hand on her shoulder and it was her turn to jump. "Jeff!" "Kali, what are you doing here? What just happened?" he asked. The red in her cheeks faded quickly and so did her anger. She shook her head. "I'm not sure, excuse me." She side stepped him and walked away quickly to get on with her job. What was it about him. , even though it had been the first time she'd spoken to him he had this calming influence over her. It hadn't been the first time someone had wound her up. More then once she'd been able to feel this hot anger inside her, boiling like a pan of water and then as it was about to spill he'd walk by and the anger building inside of her would fade. When he wasn't there it never did that, usually the anger got the best of her and she could never remembered what happened. The red wave would come and then....she didn't know. But when Jeff was there Kali never lost control and she didn't know why.
Jeff Hardy had seen her walking around for months. She'd only ever been doing odd jobs, like giving wrestlers late scripts or hurrying to wardrobe with a diva's pair of pants that needed mending or getting a coffee for someone. He'd never spoken to her and as far as Jeff knew, no-one had, but he could tell why. She didn't look right. She had the weirdest hair. It had shades of strawberry blonde in, light blonde and even pure red. From a distance it looked like her whole head was on fire, an effect Jeff believed could only be achieved by dying. But he didn't actually think it had been dyed and that gave him the creeps slightly. The air around her always seemed to be full of electricity and tension. No matter how early he arrived at an arena or how late he left, she was always there. He had to speak to her and he got his chance. It was during a lunch break when he entered the canteen area, the kitchens weren't actually open because the freezers had broken so a buffet had been set up along the side wall. She was standing with her back to everyone else getting a drink of water and Jeff seized the opportunity He didn't think she would of known he was approaching her with it being so noisy, but when he said 'Hi', she didn't jump, she just turned around calmly. "Hello." she replied with a cup in her hand. "I didn't think you'd heard me." Jeff said, slightly nervous. "I didn't." Jeff shuddered slightly. She seemed even more spooky up close, her hair was shimmering and her eyes where locked onto his. Her cold blue eyes, so cold that he almost felt frozen on the inside. "I'm Jeff Hardy." He said quickly. "I know who you are." "You know a lot don't you?" She shrugged. "I suppose you can say that, or maybe I just pay attention to what's going on around me." "So, what's your name?" She put the full cup back on the buffet table and re-arranged the headset hanging around her neck. "Why do you want to know my name?" "It'll make conversations a lot easier!" He joked. She didn't find it funny, she just tossed her fiery hair over her shoulder and folded her arms. "Who said we'll be having more conversations?" She walked out the canteen and left Jeff wondering what he could have said to even remotely offend her. He found himself running after her and caught up with her near the dressing rooms. "Hey!" he called making her stop and look over her shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry if I offended you in some way. I didn't mean to." "It's ok....you didn't." He nodded and went to head back to the canteen, this time she called out to him. "Jeff, my name's Kali.....Kali Kergan-Quinn." "It's pretty, but kind of unusual. I've never heard it before." "That's because I'm pretty unusual myself. I'll see you around." He watched her walk off. She was cool, and not in a good way. She seemed very emotionless. She probably had a very good reason. Everyone had reasons for what they did and the way they acted, Kali was no different, she was only human after all.
Kali was sitting on a huge dumpster out at the back of the arena a few hours later. Ever since the first day she'd started work people had left her alone and that was the way she wanted it. She didn't want people who said Hi to her every morning and invited her out for coffee. She didn't need that. She didn't mind being by herself. She actually made an effort to seem unapproachable and it had earned her a reputation as a bit of a bitch. Of course there where always people who just didn't get it, people like Jeff Hardy. He was only trying to be nice, but Kali didn't have time for nice people. She wondered if she just acted her usual cold self he might give up in a few days and become just another person who left her alone. She couldn't always be left alone though. "Kylie, get inside now. Your not being paid to sit outside." Someone barked from the semi open doorway. She rolled her eyes, not bothering to correct the person that her name wasn't actually Kylie. She jumped off the dumpster and went back in. Someone handed her a stack of scripts and ordered her to hand them out. Kali got on with her business and was near the entrance to the arena when a pudgy camera man grabbed her by the arm. "Hey you, go get Orton and Maven and tell them we're ready for them." "You tell them." Kali replied pulling out of his grip. "You're not the only person with a job to do." "Will you just do as I tell you, now!" "No! I'm not paid to run around for you." His face turned slightly red and he took two steps towards her. "You should listen to me if you know what's good for you." he snarled. "And if you knew what was good for you, you'd go the gym once in a while." "What's going on here?" The new voice that intervened belonged to one of the security men. "Kayleigh here won't go get Randy and Maven." The camera man said. "I'm trying to give out scripts." Kali replied through gritted teeth, still looking at the camera man. "Both of you go do your own jobs and I'll go get them." The pudgy camera man walked away muttering under his breath, but Kali didn't leave. She to the spot, even when the wrestlers passed and taping had begun. Her blood was boiling and she stood in the entrance way, peering out into the arena at the man, her anger growing. She waited, and kept on staring and waited. Then when she thought she was going to explode it happened. The camera blew up. Sparks flew and there was a huge bang. Everyone gasped and the camera man swore loudly before throwing it to the floor. "What the hell happened then?" someone behind her shouted He was trying to explain something he couldn't and Kali still watched. Her anger was still there and his menacing voice was still going round her head. But someone put a hand on her shoulder and it was her turn to jump. "Jeff!" "Kali, what are you doing here? What just happened?" he asked. The red in her cheeks faded quickly and so did her anger. She shook her head. "I'm not sure, excuse me." She side stepped him and walked away quickly to get on with her job. What was it about him. , even though it had been the first time she'd spoken to him he had this calming influence over her. It hadn't been the first time someone had wound her up. More then once she'd been able to feel this hot anger inside her, boiling like a pan of water and then as it was about to spill he'd walk by and the anger building inside of her would fade. When he wasn't there it never did that, usually the anger got the best of her and she could never remembered what happened. The red wave would come and then....she didn't know. But when Jeff was there Kali never lost control and she didn't know why.
