Title: A Wrinkle in Time
Author: Crimson Coin Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: Varies by chapter . we'll place PG13 to R and then NC 17 when noted.
Spoilers: Not much really.
Summery: Moments from the lives of multiple couples highlighted.
Pairings: Jeff/Lita. Jericho/Trish. Christian/Torrie. Edge/Stephanie
Disclaimer: I'm working on owning something, but it sure as hell ain't the WWE
Archiving: You are more then welcome, just give me credit.
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Jeff opened the door to his hotel room, surprised when he saw Lita, her bag shouldered and ready to leave. "Baby." She wiped her eyes, turning to look at him. He wasn't watching her though, simply walking with his head down. "You know who Trish wants? Chris. She wants Chris."
"Well I'm sorry, Jeff." Her voice cold and bitter. "I'm sorry that your stunningly beautiful goddess wants another man."
He furrowed his brow. "Wha..."
"You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about so don't even start with me." With that said, she left.
Jeff just stood there, wide-eyed, shocked. He spotted a paper on the pillow of their bed, a note. He opened it. His heart broke as he saw the teardrops, the smearing ink. He read:
Jeff,
Hopefully by the time you read this, I'm already gone. But this is Goodbye. I see the way you look at Trish, the way you are around her. The way you're so gentle and soft with her. You're never like that with me. I know I'm like one of the guys but sometimes ... I want to be treated like a woman. Gentle or something like that. But you two seem right for each other. Be happy. Be happy with her. After all, you're not an idiot. And I don't want to hold you back from the woman you love. I'm sorry I've kept you from her this long.
Amy
Jeff ready the note again and again, a forth a fifth time. He was shocked. Couldn't believe that Lita was leaving him. No, she couldn't. He didn't want Trish. It wasn't like that. His mind wandered and he didn't know how much time passed, how much time he wasted.
He flew from his seat, running out the door, looking one way then the next. Deciding on the stairs, he took off to the right, whipping out his cell phone and dialing Edge's number. Racing down the stairs, Edge answered. Jeff sighed in relief. "Hey, it's me ... Yeah ... Is she with you? ... ... Yeah ... uh huh ... ... Look out for me ok? ... ... Yeah you and I know that ... ... didn't you tell her? ... ... ... She wouldn't let me say anything she just left ... ... Ok thanks, Adam."
Charging into the lobby, he ran to the front desk. "Hey, did a woman with red hair and a big tattoo leave?"
The clerk shook his head. "I don't believe so, sir. You might want to check the bar."
"Thanks." He said, running into the bar, spotting Trish Stratus. He walked up to her, taking the seat beside. "Hey, have you seen Lita?"
Trish nodded, signaling across the bar. "She was over there not too long ago. Wouldn't listen to me. No offense, Jeff, but you're not really my type."
He smiled. "You're not mine either."
She gave him a pat on the thigh. "You should go find her though. Don't know where she went."
Jeff spotted a certain other blonde Canadian across the way. "I'll do something else first." He stood and approached Chris Jericho, slapping him on the back. "Buddy."
Jericho turned, smiling at his friend. "Hey, Hardy. Word travels fast. You fucked up."
Jeff's eyes widened. "I didn't fuck up."
Chris laughed. "Yeah, everyone knows that but her."
Jeff sighed. "You seen her?"
Chris nodded. "Yeah she had a little too much to fast. Torrie took her up to your room. Try to calm her down. Talk some sense into her drunken self."
"Now that she's ok. I'm gonna talk to you about something." Jeff started. "What you think of her?"
Jericho followed Jeff's eyes across the bar where Trish was talking to D'Von Dudley. "She's hot. Nice girl. Little shy, modest. Pretty little thing though."
"Did ya ever think of putting your suave Canadian charms on her?"
Jericho laughed. "No, actually. She doesn't seem the type to buy into my charms. I'm not lookin for a relationship anyway. I'm having fun."
"Chris, you're over thirty and full a shit."
"All Right, so maybe I am thinking of slowin down. But why her?"
"Simple." Jeff said. "You always get the wrong girl, the cheater, the slut, the idiot. Trish is a good girl. Who knows, maybe she'll fall for you."
"She is amazing." Chris said, still looking at her. "Gorgeous, sweet ..."
Jeff laughed. "Yeah and you could use the dose of modesty."
"Great body, dark eyes ..."
"Hey, lover boy." Jeff interrupted, pulling Jericho from his trance. "Don't tell me. Go get that girl."
Chris nodded. "Right. What line should I use?"
Jeff sighed. "Don't use a line. Just be yourself ... no wait, on second thought. Use a line. Ask to buy her a drink or just one of your usuals. I'd suggest staying away from the 'You lookin for the Ride of Your Life on the Y2J EXPRESS!' Don't think that'll fly too well. Especially considering what happened last time."
Chris laughed. "Yeah, it worked ... but when Helen turned out to be Steve ... that line was so jinxed. All right all right. You get yours and I'll go get mine."
*** Just reposting the first part cuz it's been a while. This one is finished, at least on paper, now must be typed so it's gonna start comin and comin fast. WOOO WOOOOOO .... .... sorry bout that. Don't know what came over me. Anyway. Review me, let me know what you think. ***
Author: Crimson Coin Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: Varies by chapter . we'll place PG13 to R and then NC 17 when noted.
Spoilers: Not much really.
Summery: Moments from the lives of multiple couples highlighted.
Pairings: Jeff/Lita. Jericho/Trish. Christian/Torrie. Edge/Stephanie
Disclaimer: I'm working on owning something, but it sure as hell ain't the WWE
Archiving: You are more then welcome, just give me credit.
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Jeff opened the door to his hotel room, surprised when he saw Lita, her bag shouldered and ready to leave. "Baby." She wiped her eyes, turning to look at him. He wasn't watching her though, simply walking with his head down. "You know who Trish wants? Chris. She wants Chris."
"Well I'm sorry, Jeff." Her voice cold and bitter. "I'm sorry that your stunningly beautiful goddess wants another man."
He furrowed his brow. "Wha..."
"You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about so don't even start with me." With that said, she left.
Jeff just stood there, wide-eyed, shocked. He spotted a paper on the pillow of their bed, a note. He opened it. His heart broke as he saw the teardrops, the smearing ink. He read:
Jeff,
Hopefully by the time you read this, I'm already gone. But this is Goodbye. I see the way you look at Trish, the way you are around her. The way you're so gentle and soft with her. You're never like that with me. I know I'm like one of the guys but sometimes ... I want to be treated like a woman. Gentle or something like that. But you two seem right for each other. Be happy. Be happy with her. After all, you're not an idiot. And I don't want to hold you back from the woman you love. I'm sorry I've kept you from her this long.
Amy
Jeff ready the note again and again, a forth a fifth time. He was shocked. Couldn't believe that Lita was leaving him. No, she couldn't. He didn't want Trish. It wasn't like that. His mind wandered and he didn't know how much time passed, how much time he wasted.
He flew from his seat, running out the door, looking one way then the next. Deciding on the stairs, he took off to the right, whipping out his cell phone and dialing Edge's number. Racing down the stairs, Edge answered. Jeff sighed in relief. "Hey, it's me ... Yeah ... Is she with you? ... ... Yeah ... uh huh ... ... Look out for me ok? ... ... Yeah you and I know that ... ... didn't you tell her? ... ... ... She wouldn't let me say anything she just left ... ... Ok thanks, Adam."
Charging into the lobby, he ran to the front desk. "Hey, did a woman with red hair and a big tattoo leave?"
The clerk shook his head. "I don't believe so, sir. You might want to check the bar."
"Thanks." He said, running into the bar, spotting Trish Stratus. He walked up to her, taking the seat beside. "Hey, have you seen Lita?"
Trish nodded, signaling across the bar. "She was over there not too long ago. Wouldn't listen to me. No offense, Jeff, but you're not really my type."
He smiled. "You're not mine either."
She gave him a pat on the thigh. "You should go find her though. Don't know where she went."
Jeff spotted a certain other blonde Canadian across the way. "I'll do something else first." He stood and approached Chris Jericho, slapping him on the back. "Buddy."
Jericho turned, smiling at his friend. "Hey, Hardy. Word travels fast. You fucked up."
Jeff's eyes widened. "I didn't fuck up."
Chris laughed. "Yeah, everyone knows that but her."
Jeff sighed. "You seen her?"
Chris nodded. "Yeah she had a little too much to fast. Torrie took her up to your room. Try to calm her down. Talk some sense into her drunken self."
"Now that she's ok. I'm gonna talk to you about something." Jeff started. "What you think of her?"
Jericho followed Jeff's eyes across the bar where Trish was talking to D'Von Dudley. "She's hot. Nice girl. Little shy, modest. Pretty little thing though."
"Did ya ever think of putting your suave Canadian charms on her?"
Jericho laughed. "No, actually. She doesn't seem the type to buy into my charms. I'm not lookin for a relationship anyway. I'm having fun."
"Chris, you're over thirty and full a shit."
"All Right, so maybe I am thinking of slowin down. But why her?"
"Simple." Jeff said. "You always get the wrong girl, the cheater, the slut, the idiot. Trish is a good girl. Who knows, maybe she'll fall for you."
"She is amazing." Chris said, still looking at her. "Gorgeous, sweet ..."
Jeff laughed. "Yeah and you could use the dose of modesty."
"Great body, dark eyes ..."
"Hey, lover boy." Jeff interrupted, pulling Jericho from his trance. "Don't tell me. Go get that girl."
Chris nodded. "Right. What line should I use?"
Jeff sighed. "Don't use a line. Just be yourself ... no wait, on second thought. Use a line. Ask to buy her a drink or just one of your usuals. I'd suggest staying away from the 'You lookin for the Ride of Your Life on the Y2J EXPRESS!' Don't think that'll fly too well. Especially considering what happened last time."
Chris laughed. "Yeah, it worked ... but when Helen turned out to be Steve ... that line was so jinxed. All right all right. You get yours and I'll go get mine."
*** Just reposting the first part cuz it's been a while. This one is finished, at least on paper, now must be typed so it's gonna start comin and comin fast. WOOO WOOOOOO .... .... sorry bout that. Don't know what came over me. Anyway. Review me, let me know what you think. ***