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.
+++ Chris held the door to the main office room open, allowing Trish to walk in before him. In the room, most of the wrestlers were already gathered. Vince had called a meeting to go over the most recent events and newest story lines. Taking the seats by Christian, Edge and the others, everyone quieted down as Vince entered.
"Alright, everyone, listen up." Vince began. "I'm pleased to announce that ratings are increasing but Ticket sales are still low. But we have no worry because Triple H, Shawn Michaels and the other top superstars are sure to draw now that they are attending House Shows." Most rolled their eyes; Vince continued. "Onto story lines. Billy Kidman, we're going to start a feud with you and Rey Mysterio for the next Smackdown Only pay-per- view. Mysterio will keep his title cleanly because we want him to lose it Shannon Moore at Summerslam. Can you two handle that?"
"Yes, sir." Billy answered and Rey nodded.
"It will be Brock Lesner vs A-Train for the Undisputed Title. Brock wins, of course. And Triple H vs Shawn Michaels for the World title. We're going to drag out the Jericho/Goldberg angle and continue with Big Show/Cena. Any questions?" No one bothered to answer. "Good and the Intercontinental Title. We are aware that Christian has barely had time with the title, but you will lose it to Booker T very shortly."
"What?!" Christian couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I just got it and I'm going to job that fast?"
"Yes, you lose to Booker T at ..."
"Why didn't you just give it to him to begin with?"
"We want him to win in his home town."
"That doesn't even matter anymore." Christian shook his head. "Hell, Flair didn't win in his, no-one gives a damn."
"Calm down, Mr. Reso." Vince said, dryly.
"I'm not going to calm down," Christian said, standing, slamming his hand on the table. "The only reason you're giving him the title is to appease him. Everyone and there godmother knows Paul shoulda dropped that belt to him last year but since Precious Paul kisses your ass, he gets anything he wants. Including dropping that damned title to his ass fuck buddy, Shawn."
Vince stood. "Mr. Reso, I suggest you calm down before I suspend you and strip that title off camera."
Christian clenched his teeth but then felt an unsure hand on his arm. He looked down, Torrie looking up at him. "Jason, please." Her voice so soft and frightened. "Please don't. It's not worth it. The titles worthless it's still so new. Please, calm down."
He began to relax, spotting the shocked look on many faces, the worry on hers. Then Shawn Michael's voice rang out. "He's so pussy whipped he ..."
Michaels couldn't finish his sentence, Christian turning and punching the man next to him, square across the jaw. Vince stood. "Jason! You're ..."
"Dad, don't." Stephanie interrupted. And everyone silenced, looking at her. "Dad, just let him relax. Jason, Shawn, I don't want you two to even look at each other. Understand?"
Hunter nudged Shawn. "That was good though, man."
"Paul, don't even start." Her voice, annoyed. "Just don't start."
"I'd also like to make an official announcement regarding my daughter." Vince said with a smile. Of the engagement between ..."
Edge stood, walking to the door.
"Wait, Adam." Stephanie stood and Edge paused, looking over his shoulder. She sighed. "My engagement to Paul is off." She removed the ring.
"What?!" Hunter stood. "No, I talked to Vince."
Vince stood as well. "This marriage will be good for us, for the company."
Steph's eyes locked on Edge. "But not for me."
"What the Fuck!" Triple H growled. "You were cheating on me?"
"You were cheating on me." Stephanie spat. "So don't act like you care."
"Fuckin PRICK!" Hunter roared. "Adam, that's my girl. And that baby is mine. I'm her father."
"Our baby doesn't even recognize you as her father."
Hunter snorted. "Oh yeah?" he stalked over to the crib on the other side of the room and picked up the child. The child screamed and Hunter tried to calm her. It didn't work. He placed her back in the crib. "She's just cranky."
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Maybe cuz that's the first time you've touched her."
The others in the room shifted uncomfortably but none dared move. Hunter stood right into Steph's face, the McMahon refusing to flinch. "So, what, huh? What the fuck? I've held her."
"You haven't touched me or that baby since she was conceived."
The baby laughed and all eyes were drawn to her, in Edge's arms. Edge smiled, holding the little baby in front of him. "Where's the pretty girl? I see her. There she is." The baby gurgled and he held her against him, the child laying her head on his shoulder, him rubbing her back. "Yes, that's my little princess. Shhh ..." then he turned, seeing everyone watching him. Love in Stephanie's eyes, Anger in Hunters and Vince; tenderness in the eyes of every other female. He smiled, sheepishly. "Oh ... uhm ... hey, guys."
Steph walked over to Edge, placing her hand over his on her daughter's back. "Adam has been more of a father to her than you could ever be."
Vince stepped forward. "Mr. Copeland, you put down my grandchild and step away from my daughter. Stephanie, you will marry Paul and that's final."
"No, Daddy, I won't."
"That's right." Edge said. "Because she's marrying me." He looked to Stephanie, hope and heart in his eyes. "Will you?"
Stephanie was shocked and Edge held the child with one hand, reaching into his pocket with the other, pulling out a small diamond ring. She covered her mouth with her hand and Shane McMahon came over, taking the baby while smiling at Edge. "If you're gonna propose to my baby sister, do it right. Get on your knees and beg."
Edge chuckled, getting on one knee in front of everyone. Lita reached for Jeff's hand, Chris for Trish's. Edge took Stephanie's hand in his. "Marry me, Princess. I'm not rich, not the classy guy you deserve and I'll probably lose my job after this. But I swear you won't go hungry or without. Our daughter will never be without."
Stephanie choked back a cry. "Our daughter?"
Edge smiled. "Yeah. Our daughter."
Steph couldn't answer, a tear coming to her eye. Then someone called her name and she looked to her left, her eyes on a certain redhead. Lita smiled. "This is the part where you say yes, give him a kiss and we all go 'Awww'."
Stephanie laughed, looking back at Edge. "Yes. Yes, baby."
Edge slipped the ring on her finger then stood, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. And just as Lita said, some Awww's broke out. Hunter ground his teeth, approaching the two and ripping Stephanie away. "You son of a Bitch." He punched Edge.
Edge fell to the ground, Stephanie dropping to her knees as his side. "Paul, Stop it!"
Hunter looked to Vince. "We had a deal. Do something."
"Stephanie Marie, you will ..."
Linda elbowed her husband then smiled. "Be happy with whomever you choose. Paul, if you do anything else, you're suspended. Now everyone calm down. Sit down. Stephie, help him up."
Stephanie pulled Edge to his feet. "Come on. We should ice that." She pulled him from the room and down the hall to the lunch room. She sat him down at the table then pulled some ice from the freezer and wrapped it in a paper towel. "Let me see."
He took his hand down from his eye. "It's not that bad."
She winced. "Just black and blue." She placed the ice over it, holding it lightly as she stroked his cheek with a smile.
He pulled her into his lap, the ice still on his eye. "You chose me." He breathed, almost shocked.
"Are you surprised?" She asked, peaking at his eye before reapplying the ice.
"Yeah actually." He answered softly. "Vince hated me before, now he must want me dead."
Steph laughed. "But Mom likes you and so does Shane. And I can tolerate you so I wouldn't worry."
"Tolerate, huh?"
"Yeah, you know, in that love you to death kinda way."
He bit his lip. "I don't think I like that. Loving me to death. I don't wanna die."
She gave him a look. "I should hurt you for that."
He brought her hand down, the ice off his eye. "You wouldn't hit an injured man, would you?"
"No, I wouldn't hit an adorable man. Injured makes no difference."
"So, I'm good then, right?"
She smiled. "Yes, you are. As long as you stay adorable."
He smiled back, that bright trademarked grin. "Would you hit someone incredibly and drop dead, heart throbbing gorgeously sexy?"
"Of course not." She answered in a low serious tone. "Why would I ever hit Jeff Hardy?"
Edge's jaw dropped at that serious response. "No. No no no. That's not the right answer."
She shook her head, reapplying the ice. "Then tell me, my Prince. What is the right answer?"
"The right answer is ..." he cleared his throat, now speaking in a high pitch voice. "I would never hit anyone as mouthwatering and sexy as you, Adam."
Stephanie cleared her throat, mimicking his exact tone and inflection. "I would never hit anyone as mouth watering and sexy as you, Adam."
Edge pursed his lips, his brow furrowed. "Ok, now you're mocking me."
Stephanie simply nodded.
Edge sighed. "Alright. I get it. I'm just not sexy."
She laughed, leaning in, her lips right at his ear. "Actually, I think you're incredibly sexy." She took his earlobe into her mouth, biting it lightly then pulling back with a grin. "You know, only cuz you're here now."
"Uh huh. Uh huh. That's what I thought." Edge sniffed. "I knew it. You only wanted me for the hair."
"Yes, Darling, that's it. It's all about the hair. You found me out." The ice melting, some water now running down his face. "Ah, Honey." She said. "It's leaking."
His eyes widened as he looked down. "No it's not. I'm not even erec ... oh. We're talking about the ice, aren't we."
"Oh my God," she rolled her eyes, pushing off of him and throwing out the wet towels. She paused a moment then laughed. "Adam, you really are something, aren't you."
He grinned, standing. "Well, I'm happy you find amusement in my stupidity and perverted mind."
She shrugged. "You're a man. I expect nothing less." Flashing a seductive smile, she walked from the room.
He raced after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the broom closet on the right. Edge slammed the door, his mouth on hers in a feverish kiss. His arms around her, her hands tangled in his hair. He ran his hands up and under her shirt, the soft touch of his palms causing her to groan. Frantically, she ran her hands under his shirt at the front, the magnificent curves of his chest and abs jumping at her touch. He growled, turning his head with each kiss, the feel of her lips and tongue on his maddening. She moaned, her knees giving out and she clutched at him, returning his kisses with urgent passion.
The he pulled back. "But apparently, I can't be sexy and passionate." Flashing that superstar grin, he walked out of the closet, leaving Stephanie inside.
Stephanie leaned back against the closed door, panting, her head tilting back and eyes closed as she tried to regain her control. She licked her lips, swallowing, shocked at what he just exhibited. Edge was always so reserved, shy, conservative. And what he just did ... she only had one thought. Shaking her head clear, she stepped out of the closet. "Wow."
***Yup, gotten back on the band wagon, well barely. So here's some Steph/Edge for you and next we get group fun. ***
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.
+++ Chris held the door to the main office room open, allowing Trish to walk in before him. In the room, most of the wrestlers were already gathered. Vince had called a meeting to go over the most recent events and newest story lines. Taking the seats by Christian, Edge and the others, everyone quieted down as Vince entered.
"Alright, everyone, listen up." Vince began. "I'm pleased to announce that ratings are increasing but Ticket sales are still low. But we have no worry because Triple H, Shawn Michaels and the other top superstars are sure to draw now that they are attending House Shows." Most rolled their eyes; Vince continued. "Onto story lines. Billy Kidman, we're going to start a feud with you and Rey Mysterio for the next Smackdown Only pay-per- view. Mysterio will keep his title cleanly because we want him to lose it Shannon Moore at Summerslam. Can you two handle that?"
"Yes, sir." Billy answered and Rey nodded.
"It will be Brock Lesner vs A-Train for the Undisputed Title. Brock wins, of course. And Triple H vs Shawn Michaels for the World title. We're going to drag out the Jericho/Goldberg angle and continue with Big Show/Cena. Any questions?" No one bothered to answer. "Good and the Intercontinental Title. We are aware that Christian has barely had time with the title, but you will lose it to Booker T very shortly."
"What?!" Christian couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I just got it and I'm going to job that fast?"
"Yes, you lose to Booker T at ..."
"Why didn't you just give it to him to begin with?"
"We want him to win in his home town."
"That doesn't even matter anymore." Christian shook his head. "Hell, Flair didn't win in his, no-one gives a damn."
"Calm down, Mr. Reso." Vince said, dryly.
"I'm not going to calm down," Christian said, standing, slamming his hand on the table. "The only reason you're giving him the title is to appease him. Everyone and there godmother knows Paul shoulda dropped that belt to him last year but since Precious Paul kisses your ass, he gets anything he wants. Including dropping that damned title to his ass fuck buddy, Shawn."
Vince stood. "Mr. Reso, I suggest you calm down before I suspend you and strip that title off camera."
Christian clenched his teeth but then felt an unsure hand on his arm. He looked down, Torrie looking up at him. "Jason, please." Her voice so soft and frightened. "Please don't. It's not worth it. The titles worthless it's still so new. Please, calm down."
He began to relax, spotting the shocked look on many faces, the worry on hers. Then Shawn Michael's voice rang out. "He's so pussy whipped he ..."
Michaels couldn't finish his sentence, Christian turning and punching the man next to him, square across the jaw. Vince stood. "Jason! You're ..."
"Dad, don't." Stephanie interrupted. And everyone silenced, looking at her. "Dad, just let him relax. Jason, Shawn, I don't want you two to even look at each other. Understand?"
Hunter nudged Shawn. "That was good though, man."
"Paul, don't even start." Her voice, annoyed. "Just don't start."
"I'd also like to make an official announcement regarding my daughter." Vince said with a smile. Of the engagement between ..."
Edge stood, walking to the door.
"Wait, Adam." Stephanie stood and Edge paused, looking over his shoulder. She sighed. "My engagement to Paul is off." She removed the ring.
"What?!" Hunter stood. "No, I talked to Vince."
Vince stood as well. "This marriage will be good for us, for the company."
Steph's eyes locked on Edge. "But not for me."
"What the Fuck!" Triple H growled. "You were cheating on me?"
"You were cheating on me." Stephanie spat. "So don't act like you care."
"Fuckin PRICK!" Hunter roared. "Adam, that's my girl. And that baby is mine. I'm her father."
"Our baby doesn't even recognize you as her father."
Hunter snorted. "Oh yeah?" he stalked over to the crib on the other side of the room and picked up the child. The child screamed and Hunter tried to calm her. It didn't work. He placed her back in the crib. "She's just cranky."
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Maybe cuz that's the first time you've touched her."
The others in the room shifted uncomfortably but none dared move. Hunter stood right into Steph's face, the McMahon refusing to flinch. "So, what, huh? What the fuck? I've held her."
"You haven't touched me or that baby since she was conceived."
The baby laughed and all eyes were drawn to her, in Edge's arms. Edge smiled, holding the little baby in front of him. "Where's the pretty girl? I see her. There she is." The baby gurgled and he held her against him, the child laying her head on his shoulder, him rubbing her back. "Yes, that's my little princess. Shhh ..." then he turned, seeing everyone watching him. Love in Stephanie's eyes, Anger in Hunters and Vince; tenderness in the eyes of every other female. He smiled, sheepishly. "Oh ... uhm ... hey, guys."
Steph walked over to Edge, placing her hand over his on her daughter's back. "Adam has been more of a father to her than you could ever be."
Vince stepped forward. "Mr. Copeland, you put down my grandchild and step away from my daughter. Stephanie, you will marry Paul and that's final."
"No, Daddy, I won't."
"That's right." Edge said. "Because she's marrying me." He looked to Stephanie, hope and heart in his eyes. "Will you?"
Stephanie was shocked and Edge held the child with one hand, reaching into his pocket with the other, pulling out a small diamond ring. She covered her mouth with her hand and Shane McMahon came over, taking the baby while smiling at Edge. "If you're gonna propose to my baby sister, do it right. Get on your knees and beg."
Edge chuckled, getting on one knee in front of everyone. Lita reached for Jeff's hand, Chris for Trish's. Edge took Stephanie's hand in his. "Marry me, Princess. I'm not rich, not the classy guy you deserve and I'll probably lose my job after this. But I swear you won't go hungry or without. Our daughter will never be without."
Stephanie choked back a cry. "Our daughter?"
Edge smiled. "Yeah. Our daughter."
Steph couldn't answer, a tear coming to her eye. Then someone called her name and she looked to her left, her eyes on a certain redhead. Lita smiled. "This is the part where you say yes, give him a kiss and we all go 'Awww'."
Stephanie laughed, looking back at Edge. "Yes. Yes, baby."
Edge slipped the ring on her finger then stood, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. And just as Lita said, some Awww's broke out. Hunter ground his teeth, approaching the two and ripping Stephanie away. "You son of a Bitch." He punched Edge.
Edge fell to the ground, Stephanie dropping to her knees as his side. "Paul, Stop it!"
Hunter looked to Vince. "We had a deal. Do something."
"Stephanie Marie, you will ..."
Linda elbowed her husband then smiled. "Be happy with whomever you choose. Paul, if you do anything else, you're suspended. Now everyone calm down. Sit down. Stephie, help him up."
Stephanie pulled Edge to his feet. "Come on. We should ice that." She pulled him from the room and down the hall to the lunch room. She sat him down at the table then pulled some ice from the freezer and wrapped it in a paper towel. "Let me see."
He took his hand down from his eye. "It's not that bad."
She winced. "Just black and blue." She placed the ice over it, holding it lightly as she stroked his cheek with a smile.
He pulled her into his lap, the ice still on his eye. "You chose me." He breathed, almost shocked.
"Are you surprised?" She asked, peaking at his eye before reapplying the ice.
"Yeah actually." He answered softly. "Vince hated me before, now he must want me dead."
Steph laughed. "But Mom likes you and so does Shane. And I can tolerate you so I wouldn't worry."
"Tolerate, huh?"
"Yeah, you know, in that love you to death kinda way."
He bit his lip. "I don't think I like that. Loving me to death. I don't wanna die."
She gave him a look. "I should hurt you for that."
He brought her hand down, the ice off his eye. "You wouldn't hit an injured man, would you?"
"No, I wouldn't hit an adorable man. Injured makes no difference."
"So, I'm good then, right?"
She smiled. "Yes, you are. As long as you stay adorable."
He smiled back, that bright trademarked grin. "Would you hit someone incredibly and drop dead, heart throbbing gorgeously sexy?"
"Of course not." She answered in a low serious tone. "Why would I ever hit Jeff Hardy?"
Edge's jaw dropped at that serious response. "No. No no no. That's not the right answer."
She shook her head, reapplying the ice. "Then tell me, my Prince. What is the right answer?"
"The right answer is ..." he cleared his throat, now speaking in a high pitch voice. "I would never hit anyone as mouthwatering and sexy as you, Adam."
Stephanie cleared her throat, mimicking his exact tone and inflection. "I would never hit anyone as mouth watering and sexy as you, Adam."
Edge pursed his lips, his brow furrowed. "Ok, now you're mocking me."
Stephanie simply nodded.
Edge sighed. "Alright. I get it. I'm just not sexy."
She laughed, leaning in, her lips right at his ear. "Actually, I think you're incredibly sexy." She took his earlobe into her mouth, biting it lightly then pulling back with a grin. "You know, only cuz you're here now."
"Uh huh. Uh huh. That's what I thought." Edge sniffed. "I knew it. You only wanted me for the hair."
"Yes, Darling, that's it. It's all about the hair. You found me out." The ice melting, some water now running down his face. "Ah, Honey." She said. "It's leaking."
His eyes widened as he looked down. "No it's not. I'm not even erec ... oh. We're talking about the ice, aren't we."
"Oh my God," she rolled her eyes, pushing off of him and throwing out the wet towels. She paused a moment then laughed. "Adam, you really are something, aren't you."
He grinned, standing. "Well, I'm happy you find amusement in my stupidity and perverted mind."
She shrugged. "You're a man. I expect nothing less." Flashing a seductive smile, she walked from the room.
He raced after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the broom closet on the right. Edge slammed the door, his mouth on hers in a feverish kiss. His arms around her, her hands tangled in his hair. He ran his hands up and under her shirt, the soft touch of his palms causing her to groan. Frantically, she ran her hands under his shirt at the front, the magnificent curves of his chest and abs jumping at her touch. He growled, turning his head with each kiss, the feel of her lips and tongue on his maddening. She moaned, her knees giving out and she clutched at him, returning his kisses with urgent passion.
The he pulled back. "But apparently, I can't be sexy and passionate." Flashing that superstar grin, he walked out of the closet, leaving Stephanie inside.
Stephanie leaned back against the closed door, panting, her head tilting back and eyes closed as she tried to regain her control. She licked her lips, swallowing, shocked at what he just exhibited. Edge was always so reserved, shy, conservative. And what he just did ... she only had one thought. Shaking her head clear, she stepped out of the closet. "Wow."
***Yup, gotten back on the band wagon, well barely. So here's some Steph/Edge for you and next we get group fun. ***