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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Stopping at his house to shower and pick up his wallet, Jeff jumped into his car. It had been a pain getting out of the hospital, but with some sweet talking, it wasn't too bad. With a smile, he sped out of his driveway. Monday ... 3:00pm ... RAW was in Baltimore. If he sped like hell, he'd get there before the show.
Things didn't go quite as planned. Traffic, traffic and more traffic, but finally, he was there. 9:30. He raced into the arena, the security guards looking dumbly at him. He smiled, "Hey, guys." The female feinted. "Have you seen Lita?"
The male guard just pointed. "The ... The diva's locker room is that way ... but ... she uhm ... she has a match right now."
"Thanks." Jeff said with a grin as he ran to where the curtain was. These things were always the same. Winded, he got there, spotting Christian. "HEY!"
Christian spun. "Jeff ... you ... Holy FUCK! ... Oh my God ... you ... What are ..."
"Where's Lita?"
Christian blinked. "But you ... you're here and ... awake and ... HOLY SHIT!"
"Please." Jeff begged with a smile. "Please we can catch up later. I have to see her."
"Yeah, yeah she went that way. Like you just missed her."
"Thanks." Jeff hollered, already half way down the hall. Around the bend and he saw her, that red hair he knew so well. He stopped. "BABY!"
Lita froze. He slowly walked closer. The closer he got, the more her shoulders shook. She didn't speak though, couldn't.
He stood right at her back, reaching up, his hand barely touching her shoulder. "Ames."
She choked back a sob. "No, you're not real. It's the same every night and you're there and sometimes I even see you. But you're not real. Your touch ... your kiss isn't real."
"I'll show you real." He said, his voice full of emotion. With a forceful hand, he spun her and she gasped at the action, looking up at him. His eyes hot, he cupped the back of her head, bringing his lips to hers. They were salty, whether from her tears or sweat, he didn't know and frankly didn't care. Banding his other arm around her waist, he pulled her right into him, bending her over slightly as he deepened the kiss.
She responded then, wrapping one arm around his neck, the other around his torso. She whimpered as his tongue licked at her lips and she opened her mouth, her own tongue desperately yearning for his. She collapsed at the feel.
He held her tightly, could feel her chest shaking against him, she was nearly choking. He broke the kiss, looking down at her. Her eyes wide and red. "It really is you isn't it?" she softly asked.
Jeff smiled, easily, brushing her hair away from her face. "Of course it is." He kissed her forehead.
She scrunched up her face. "No no, don't do that. I'm all sweaty and disgusting from my match."
He chuckled. "You're gorgeous. I'm seeing the woman I love for the first time in a month. You being sweaty makes no difference." His mouth was on hers again, more passion less urgency this time.
She whimpered at the feel of his tongue licking hers and she pulled back, burying her head in his throat, her arms around his neck. "Jeff, you ... you're really here."
"Yeah, Baby, I am." He whispered in her ear. "And I want to apologize for the bastard that I was those last few days."
She pushed back, swallowing, shaking her head. "You don't have t ..."
He pressed a finger to her lips. "No, I do. Let me say this." His eyes intensified on hers. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through, for the way I was acting. I love you so much and I'm a fuckin' idiot. You ... you are everything I need. Your love is all I want. I still love you; I never stopped. And I didn't want you to think that you weren't enough. Cuz you are and I'm just so stupid. Amy ..." he cupped her cheek. "Could you ever forgive a stupid selfish Southern boy ... give him another chance with your heart?"
Lita smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Oh God, Sugar, of course. Of course." She leapt into his arms, her legs around his waist as she hugged him. "I thought you hated me ... you didn't want ..."
"I'm such an idiot." He said, his arms around her. "What the hell was I thinking not kissing you?"
"Oh God!" Her eyes wide, she looked at him. "I wasn't thinking. Your injuries."
He smiled. "Are none. Can I tell you something kinda crazy?" She nodded and he eased her to the ground, sitting down against the wall and pulling her into his lap. With a sigh, she settled into him. He draped his arms around her. "I had an outta body experience. I watched my fall from the top of the ladder. I saw you with Chris when they tried to revive me. I saw the light, the tunnel. I saw Chris crying when he found Trish's letter and I ... I saw you in Adam's arms, saying that I didn't love you. I saw my mother." He chuckled. "Let's say she whipped me into shape. Do you believe me?"
She nodded. "Yes." Not a shred of doubt in her tone.
He tilted her chin up, looking into her eyes. "I love you. You're all I need. Do you believe me?"
She smiled. "Yes, I do." The look of sheer joy on his face at her response just melted her heart. "I'm so glad you're here." She sniffled. "You know, not dead and all."
He laughed. "That's my girl." He brushed his fingers over her cheek before pulling her into a hug. "That's my Sugar."
Shocked, Lita cupped his face, pushing him back to look into his eyes. But she just couldn't keep a smile off her face.
His smile only brightened as he took in the beauty of her face. "Sugar Pie Honeybuns?"
She chuckled. "If you sing the song ... I'll deck you."
"Uh oh. I feel it coming. I feel a song." Jeff pursed his lips. "That is unless you'd like to shut me up?"
She rolled her eyes with a beautiful smile then splayed her fingers across his cheeks, tilting his head. "Come here, you."
"Call me 'Sugar'?"
Lita smiled, inching him closer to her, and she just couldn't stop smiling. Because here he was ... right here ... in her arms and she in his. "Come here, Sugar."
He kissed her.
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"Hey now, Baby." Edge cooed. "What's all this crying about?" He picked up the seven month old, the little girl immediately silencing and laying her head on his shoulder. He chuckled. "Spoiled little thing, aren't you?"
"Well it doesn't help that you spoil her just as much as I do."
That movie star smile crept onto his face as he recognized her voice. He turned. "Darlin." He breathed. "I thought you'd never come."
Stephanie smiled, easing the door closed and clicking the lock. "Kurt was talking ... a lot and we had some complications with tonight's card."
"Is it all ok?"
"Yes, now give me my little girl." Steph reached out and Edge handed her the baby. "There she is."
Edge let his hands linger a moment as Steph let the child rest her head on her shoulder. He gently placed one hand on her hip, the other on the baby's back. He leaned in, taking her lips sweetly with his. "Where's Paul?"
Stephanie sighed. "He's with Daddy, making excuses about his precious title. I just ... I thought it would be different with him. That it wasn't my money, my power, just me. Every man has only wanted what comes along. They want the McMahon, not Stephanie."
"Not me." Edge said, his voice serious, eyes on hers at the statement. "I love Stephanie and only Stephanie. McMahon makes no difference."
She smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek. "God, if only it were so easy."
Edge backed away then, throwing his arms into the air. "What the hell, Steph? It is that easy. I love you, you love me, and I love your baby girl. Why can't we be together? A family." He looked to her. "I don't care if Paul is the father, cuz I'll be her father. I can ... I can adopt her ... we ... I ..." he sighed, turning from her again.
Stephanie laid the child in the crib, and then walked up behind Edge. "It's not that easy. Daddy loves Paul. He thinks that the company's future is with him. He thinks it would be good for the family. For him and ..."
He spun, his eyes on her. "And what's good for you? What do you want? Steph, I can't do this. I can't go on like this. Secretive, lying. You ... you have to choose. Me or Paul." He watched her a moment then shook his head, walking out the door.
Stephanie could only watch him leave, tears in her eyes, yearning to call for him ... but she just couldn't. A soft rasp on the door startled her; she wiped her eyes. "Come in."
The door creaked open and Jericho peeked in. "Steph?"
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Good God, not you."
"Look I just wanted to apologize. For what I did to you those years ago. I know it doesn't mean much now, but I am sorry."
"You're kidding right?"
He shook his head. "No. I mean it. NO jokes."
She eyed him a moment, then smiled. "I still can't be mad at you. You're forgiven."
He smiled weakly. "Thank you, Steph. Just thanks." He turned to leave.
"Chris, wait." She broke out; he paused. "I ... I'm sorry I said anything to Trish. I ... I just didn't want her getting hurt. I ... I thought I was doing right by her."
He turned, stepping to her. "All pasts forgiven. Friends?" He outstretched his arms.
Stephanie bit her lip, unsure for a moment, then smiled, stepping into Chris's arms, accepting his hug. "Friends."
He sighed. "Steph, I need your help."
"Name it."
"Help me get Trish back."
Steph eased away from him, looking onto his face. "You really do love her don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"To be honest, Chris, I don't know where she is. But ... when I hear ... I'll let you know. But if ... if I had to guess. I'd check her summer home ... that beach house she has in South Carolina. You know the one?"
Chris smiled. "Yes. Yeah, I do. She ... she showed it to me once and ... and ... Thanks Steph ... thank you." He rushed from the room.
Steph sank back onto the couch in her office. Maybe if she couldn't be happy ... if she couldn't be loved ... at least she could help somebody else.
*** Sorry it's taking a little longer to update but I haven't had the time to type/write as much as I usually do. So read, review. Tell me what you think. Next Chapter: Chris/Trish.
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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Stopping at his house to shower and pick up his wallet, Jeff jumped into his car. It had been a pain getting out of the hospital, but with some sweet talking, it wasn't too bad. With a smile, he sped out of his driveway. Monday ... 3:00pm ... RAW was in Baltimore. If he sped like hell, he'd get there before the show.
Things didn't go quite as planned. Traffic, traffic and more traffic, but finally, he was there. 9:30. He raced into the arena, the security guards looking dumbly at him. He smiled, "Hey, guys." The female feinted. "Have you seen Lita?"
The male guard just pointed. "The ... The diva's locker room is that way ... but ... she uhm ... she has a match right now."
"Thanks." Jeff said with a grin as he ran to where the curtain was. These things were always the same. Winded, he got there, spotting Christian. "HEY!"
Christian spun. "Jeff ... you ... Holy FUCK! ... Oh my God ... you ... What are ..."
"Where's Lita?"
Christian blinked. "But you ... you're here and ... awake and ... HOLY SHIT!"
"Please." Jeff begged with a smile. "Please we can catch up later. I have to see her."
"Yeah, yeah she went that way. Like you just missed her."
"Thanks." Jeff hollered, already half way down the hall. Around the bend and he saw her, that red hair he knew so well. He stopped. "BABY!"
Lita froze. He slowly walked closer. The closer he got, the more her shoulders shook. She didn't speak though, couldn't.
He stood right at her back, reaching up, his hand barely touching her shoulder. "Ames."
She choked back a sob. "No, you're not real. It's the same every night and you're there and sometimes I even see you. But you're not real. Your touch ... your kiss isn't real."
"I'll show you real." He said, his voice full of emotion. With a forceful hand, he spun her and she gasped at the action, looking up at him. His eyes hot, he cupped the back of her head, bringing his lips to hers. They were salty, whether from her tears or sweat, he didn't know and frankly didn't care. Banding his other arm around her waist, he pulled her right into him, bending her over slightly as he deepened the kiss.
She responded then, wrapping one arm around his neck, the other around his torso. She whimpered as his tongue licked at her lips and she opened her mouth, her own tongue desperately yearning for his. She collapsed at the feel.
He held her tightly, could feel her chest shaking against him, she was nearly choking. He broke the kiss, looking down at her. Her eyes wide and red. "It really is you isn't it?" she softly asked.
Jeff smiled, easily, brushing her hair away from her face. "Of course it is." He kissed her forehead.
She scrunched up her face. "No no, don't do that. I'm all sweaty and disgusting from my match."
He chuckled. "You're gorgeous. I'm seeing the woman I love for the first time in a month. You being sweaty makes no difference." His mouth was on hers again, more passion less urgency this time.
She whimpered at the feel of his tongue licking hers and she pulled back, burying her head in his throat, her arms around his neck. "Jeff, you ... you're really here."
"Yeah, Baby, I am." He whispered in her ear. "And I want to apologize for the bastard that I was those last few days."
She pushed back, swallowing, shaking her head. "You don't have t ..."
He pressed a finger to her lips. "No, I do. Let me say this." His eyes intensified on hers. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through, for the way I was acting. I love you so much and I'm a fuckin' idiot. You ... you are everything I need. Your love is all I want. I still love you; I never stopped. And I didn't want you to think that you weren't enough. Cuz you are and I'm just so stupid. Amy ..." he cupped her cheek. "Could you ever forgive a stupid selfish Southern boy ... give him another chance with your heart?"
Lita smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Oh God, Sugar, of course. Of course." She leapt into his arms, her legs around his waist as she hugged him. "I thought you hated me ... you didn't want ..."
"I'm such an idiot." He said, his arms around her. "What the hell was I thinking not kissing you?"
"Oh God!" Her eyes wide, she looked at him. "I wasn't thinking. Your injuries."
He smiled. "Are none. Can I tell you something kinda crazy?" She nodded and he eased her to the ground, sitting down against the wall and pulling her into his lap. With a sigh, she settled into him. He draped his arms around her. "I had an outta body experience. I watched my fall from the top of the ladder. I saw you with Chris when they tried to revive me. I saw the light, the tunnel. I saw Chris crying when he found Trish's letter and I ... I saw you in Adam's arms, saying that I didn't love you. I saw my mother." He chuckled. "Let's say she whipped me into shape. Do you believe me?"
She nodded. "Yes." Not a shred of doubt in her tone.
He tilted her chin up, looking into her eyes. "I love you. You're all I need. Do you believe me?"
She smiled. "Yes, I do." The look of sheer joy on his face at her response just melted her heart. "I'm so glad you're here." She sniffled. "You know, not dead and all."
He laughed. "That's my girl." He brushed his fingers over her cheek before pulling her into a hug. "That's my Sugar."
Shocked, Lita cupped his face, pushing him back to look into his eyes. But she just couldn't keep a smile off her face.
His smile only brightened as he took in the beauty of her face. "Sugar Pie Honeybuns?"
She chuckled. "If you sing the song ... I'll deck you."
"Uh oh. I feel it coming. I feel a song." Jeff pursed his lips. "That is unless you'd like to shut me up?"
She rolled her eyes with a beautiful smile then splayed her fingers across his cheeks, tilting his head. "Come here, you."
"Call me 'Sugar'?"
Lita smiled, inching him closer to her, and she just couldn't stop smiling. Because here he was ... right here ... in her arms and she in his. "Come here, Sugar."
He kissed her.
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"Hey now, Baby." Edge cooed. "What's all this crying about?" He picked up the seven month old, the little girl immediately silencing and laying her head on his shoulder. He chuckled. "Spoiled little thing, aren't you?"
"Well it doesn't help that you spoil her just as much as I do."
That movie star smile crept onto his face as he recognized her voice. He turned. "Darlin." He breathed. "I thought you'd never come."
Stephanie smiled, easing the door closed and clicking the lock. "Kurt was talking ... a lot and we had some complications with tonight's card."
"Is it all ok?"
"Yes, now give me my little girl." Steph reached out and Edge handed her the baby. "There she is."
Edge let his hands linger a moment as Steph let the child rest her head on her shoulder. He gently placed one hand on her hip, the other on the baby's back. He leaned in, taking her lips sweetly with his. "Where's Paul?"
Stephanie sighed. "He's with Daddy, making excuses about his precious title. I just ... I thought it would be different with him. That it wasn't my money, my power, just me. Every man has only wanted what comes along. They want the McMahon, not Stephanie."
"Not me." Edge said, his voice serious, eyes on hers at the statement. "I love Stephanie and only Stephanie. McMahon makes no difference."
She smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek. "God, if only it were so easy."
Edge backed away then, throwing his arms into the air. "What the hell, Steph? It is that easy. I love you, you love me, and I love your baby girl. Why can't we be together? A family." He looked to her. "I don't care if Paul is the father, cuz I'll be her father. I can ... I can adopt her ... we ... I ..." he sighed, turning from her again.
Stephanie laid the child in the crib, and then walked up behind Edge. "It's not that easy. Daddy loves Paul. He thinks that the company's future is with him. He thinks it would be good for the family. For him and ..."
He spun, his eyes on her. "And what's good for you? What do you want? Steph, I can't do this. I can't go on like this. Secretive, lying. You ... you have to choose. Me or Paul." He watched her a moment then shook his head, walking out the door.
Stephanie could only watch him leave, tears in her eyes, yearning to call for him ... but she just couldn't. A soft rasp on the door startled her; she wiped her eyes. "Come in."
The door creaked open and Jericho peeked in. "Steph?"
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Good God, not you."
"Look I just wanted to apologize. For what I did to you those years ago. I know it doesn't mean much now, but I am sorry."
"You're kidding right?"
He shook his head. "No. I mean it. NO jokes."
She eyed him a moment, then smiled. "I still can't be mad at you. You're forgiven."
He smiled weakly. "Thank you, Steph. Just thanks." He turned to leave.
"Chris, wait." She broke out; he paused. "I ... I'm sorry I said anything to Trish. I ... I just didn't want her getting hurt. I ... I thought I was doing right by her."
He turned, stepping to her. "All pasts forgiven. Friends?" He outstretched his arms.
Stephanie bit her lip, unsure for a moment, then smiled, stepping into Chris's arms, accepting his hug. "Friends."
He sighed. "Steph, I need your help."
"Name it."
"Help me get Trish back."
Steph eased away from him, looking onto his face. "You really do love her don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"To be honest, Chris, I don't know where she is. But ... when I hear ... I'll let you know. But if ... if I had to guess. I'd check her summer home ... that beach house she has in South Carolina. You know the one?"
Chris smiled. "Yes. Yeah, I do. She ... she showed it to me once and ... and ... Thanks Steph ... thank you." He rushed from the room.
Steph sank back onto the couch in her office. Maybe if she couldn't be happy ... if she couldn't be loved ... at least she could help somebody else.
*** Sorry it's taking a little longer to update but I haven't had the time to type/write as much as I usually do. So read, review. Tell me what you think. Next Chapter: Chris/Trish.