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.
TimeLine: starts in the summer of 2002. NOBODY was injured.
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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Lita sighed, watching Jeff apply the finishing touches on his body paint. "Do you have any high spots?"
"Yeah." Jeff's voice void of emotion. "Only one really." He popped something from his bag into his mouth.
"Oh." She said, her head bowed. "When is it?"
Jeff shrugged. "I don't know. Close to the end." He wiped the remaining paint from his fingers onto his pants. "I better get to the curtain. I'm up in a few."
Lita stood, walking to him, fixing his sleeveless white tank. "Just be careful." She leaned up to give him a kiss, but he turned his head slightly, her lips brushing his cheek.
"I will." He offered a smile then walked out the door. She simply stood there a moment as she tried to hold back the tears.
"TRISH!" Chris barged into the room. "Oh Lita, is Tr ... Honey, are you ok?"
Lita hurriedly wiped her eyes, sniffling then turning to Chris, a fake smile on her face. "Yeah, of course."
Chris eyed her, taking in the fact that Trish indeed, wasn't in the room. He focused on his glassy eyed friend. "You were always good at hiding. Now, come on. Spill."
Her lip quivered and she turned her back. "No, no. I'm fine. Trish isn't here. Why?"
Chris took her avoidance in stride, telling himself she'd open up when ready, as always. "It's a long story but ... Ah shit, my match. Ok, you sit tight, honey." He left.
Lita collapsed to the ground, her face in her hands.
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Jeff lay face down on the ring mat. The Match: He and RVD vs Chris and Christian in a tag team ladder match. And thank God it was almost over. His last high spot ... one more and he was finished. He pushed up, his eyes searching for the other men. And they were in place, on the steel ramp and between him and the other three, a twenty-foot ladder just outside the ring. The plan: Cross body off of ladder onto Jericho and Christian, Rob gets the belts.
Exhaling, Jeff staggered to his feet, slipping between the ropes and climbing the ladder. Jericho and Christian, their backs to him, the crowd erupted as Jeff reached the top. Ok, now Rob is supposed to land a mule kick on Jericho as Christian is turning, spinning Jericho so Jeff can be caught by both Canadians. And with timing, Jeff needed to jump just before Chris takes the kick. No problem. He dug something out of his pocket and swallowed it.
Rob met Jeff's gaze and nodded, Christian starting to turn. Chris caught Rob's first kick then prepped for the second. Jeff jumped.
But Jeff was still on the ladder, watching his body fall. Rob kicked Chris, but there was too much contact, Chris couldn't keep his balance and he fell back onto the ramp. Christian's eyes widened and Jeff watched from the top of that ladder, helpless. Helpless as his body plummeted that last few feet onto a single man. Jeff screamed.
Everything seemed to slow, the last few moments almost freezing in time. Chris desperately tried to get to his feet, but instead clutched at his ankle. Rob held his hamstring, wincing in pain. Christian closed his eyes, awaiting impact.
Then everything returned to normal speed, Jeff watched from the ladder as his body crashed into Christian's, the momentum bouncing Jeff right off of Christian's chest and onto the steel ramp, Jeff's head hitting the ramp, sickly snapping back and his body rolled limply a few feet. Christian collapsed to the ground, clutching his ribs. The arena fell silent.
Jeff sat at the top of the ladder, helpless, unable to move. "No. No." He saw a light. A bright light. "No, I'm not ready yet." He looked back at the ground, Lita hysterical and clutching to his lifeless body. Chris managed to get to his feet, peeling the redhead away and into his arms. The crowd did nothing to this display; everyone realizing that it was no longer the wrestlers but the people they were witnessing now. Lita fought Chris at first, but Jericho held fast and pulled the sobbing woman right into his chest. Lita gave in, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Jeff managed to walk down off the ladder, right to Lita. "Honey?" Nothing. The paramedics raced right through him, kneeling down at his body's side. Jeff looked to Lita, reaching out to touch her ... but he couldn't. "Baby, don't cry."
"CLEAR!" Jeff's body convulsed. Nothing.
Jeff looked to the light. "No! I can't leave yet."
"CLEAR!" Another shock.
"Please, I'll do anything."
"CLEAR!" Another shock. And the paramedic felt the Hardy's neck. Jeff saw them relax. "Ok, he has a pulse. Quick, we have to get him outta here."
Jeff watched as his body's chest rose and fell. He was breathing. "Oh thank God." His eyes focused on Lita at her sobbed thanks. "Thank God, Chris, thank God."
Torrie was at Christian's side, helping her boyfriend stand, all the while clutching his ribs. As the paramedics wheeled Jeff's body up the ramp, the others followed, some of the trainers helping a limping Rob. The arena broke into cheers and tears, all in support of the men and women who just left.
*** I know this is short ... but work with me ... I'll post again in a few days, I promise. I just needed the suspense. ***
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.
TimeLine: starts in the summer of 2002. NOBODY was injured.
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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Lita sighed, watching Jeff apply the finishing touches on his body paint. "Do you have any high spots?"
"Yeah." Jeff's voice void of emotion. "Only one really." He popped something from his bag into his mouth.
"Oh." She said, her head bowed. "When is it?"
Jeff shrugged. "I don't know. Close to the end." He wiped the remaining paint from his fingers onto his pants. "I better get to the curtain. I'm up in a few."
Lita stood, walking to him, fixing his sleeveless white tank. "Just be careful." She leaned up to give him a kiss, but he turned his head slightly, her lips brushing his cheek.
"I will." He offered a smile then walked out the door. She simply stood there a moment as she tried to hold back the tears.
"TRISH!" Chris barged into the room. "Oh Lita, is Tr ... Honey, are you ok?"
Lita hurriedly wiped her eyes, sniffling then turning to Chris, a fake smile on her face. "Yeah, of course."
Chris eyed her, taking in the fact that Trish indeed, wasn't in the room. He focused on his glassy eyed friend. "You were always good at hiding. Now, come on. Spill."
Her lip quivered and she turned her back. "No, no. I'm fine. Trish isn't here. Why?"
Chris took her avoidance in stride, telling himself she'd open up when ready, as always. "It's a long story but ... Ah shit, my match. Ok, you sit tight, honey." He left.
Lita collapsed to the ground, her face in her hands.
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Jeff lay face down on the ring mat. The Match: He and RVD vs Chris and Christian in a tag team ladder match. And thank God it was almost over. His last high spot ... one more and he was finished. He pushed up, his eyes searching for the other men. And they were in place, on the steel ramp and between him and the other three, a twenty-foot ladder just outside the ring. The plan: Cross body off of ladder onto Jericho and Christian, Rob gets the belts.
Exhaling, Jeff staggered to his feet, slipping between the ropes and climbing the ladder. Jericho and Christian, their backs to him, the crowd erupted as Jeff reached the top. Ok, now Rob is supposed to land a mule kick on Jericho as Christian is turning, spinning Jericho so Jeff can be caught by both Canadians. And with timing, Jeff needed to jump just before Chris takes the kick. No problem. He dug something out of his pocket and swallowed it.
Rob met Jeff's gaze and nodded, Christian starting to turn. Chris caught Rob's first kick then prepped for the second. Jeff jumped.
But Jeff was still on the ladder, watching his body fall. Rob kicked Chris, but there was too much contact, Chris couldn't keep his balance and he fell back onto the ramp. Christian's eyes widened and Jeff watched from the top of that ladder, helpless. Helpless as his body plummeted that last few feet onto a single man. Jeff screamed.
Everything seemed to slow, the last few moments almost freezing in time. Chris desperately tried to get to his feet, but instead clutched at his ankle. Rob held his hamstring, wincing in pain. Christian closed his eyes, awaiting impact.
Then everything returned to normal speed, Jeff watched from the ladder as his body crashed into Christian's, the momentum bouncing Jeff right off of Christian's chest and onto the steel ramp, Jeff's head hitting the ramp, sickly snapping back and his body rolled limply a few feet. Christian collapsed to the ground, clutching his ribs. The arena fell silent.
Jeff sat at the top of the ladder, helpless, unable to move. "No. No." He saw a light. A bright light. "No, I'm not ready yet." He looked back at the ground, Lita hysterical and clutching to his lifeless body. Chris managed to get to his feet, peeling the redhead away and into his arms. The crowd did nothing to this display; everyone realizing that it was no longer the wrestlers but the people they were witnessing now. Lita fought Chris at first, but Jericho held fast and pulled the sobbing woman right into his chest. Lita gave in, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Jeff managed to walk down off the ladder, right to Lita. "Honey?" Nothing. The paramedics raced right through him, kneeling down at his body's side. Jeff looked to Lita, reaching out to touch her ... but he couldn't. "Baby, don't cry."
"CLEAR!" Jeff's body convulsed. Nothing.
Jeff looked to the light. "No! I can't leave yet."
"CLEAR!" Another shock.
"Please, I'll do anything."
"CLEAR!" Another shock. And the paramedic felt the Hardy's neck. Jeff saw them relax. "Ok, he has a pulse. Quick, we have to get him outta here."
Jeff watched as his body's chest rose and fell. He was breathing. "Oh thank God." His eyes focused on Lita at her sobbed thanks. "Thank God, Chris, thank God."
Torrie was at Christian's side, helping her boyfriend stand, all the while clutching his ribs. As the paramedics wheeled Jeff's body up the ramp, the others followed, some of the trainers helping a limping Rob. The arena broke into cheers and tears, all in support of the men and women who just left.
*** I know this is short ... but work with me ... I'll post again in a few days, I promise. I just needed the suspense. ***