TITLE: Best Kept Secrets.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. ^_^
SUMMARY: Lita's big brother has issues with the guy she's in love with, and someone's out to cause trouble.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince
McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: As usual, would love it. Let me know specifically what you loved, or if applicable, what you didn't love. Just let me know people!
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He was insane.
Trish stormed down the arena hallway, a heavy frown placed firmly on her features. Her brow creased, her lips pursed. She made her way towards the women's locker room, furious with Jeff Hardy.
He was insane. There was no other explanation for it. He must've been insane, to say those things to her. No sane man would turn her down like that.
The blonde vixen pushed the locker room door open forcefully, and sat on a free bench. She looked around the room. She was there by herself. Thank God. She just wasn't in the mood to play all nice with anyone at the moment, let alone half a dozen other divas who she couldn't stand as much as they couldn't stand her.
As she pushed her golden hair behind her ears, Trish thought about what had happened just minutes earlier in the Hardy Boyz locker room.
She had gone in there to see Jeff. That younger Hardy had something going - she wasn't quite sure what it was - but she knew that she wanted it. He was young, talented and gorgeous. Just what she needed. Unfortunately, he had been with Lita when Trish walked in. He was tending to her sore back, rubbing it down with some cream. He was so wrapped up in that, that he hardly noticed her walk into the room.
That had been the first thing to piss Trish off. When she walked into a room, everyone turned to look at her. They stopped what they were doing, and looked at her. That's the way it is. Yet Jeff Hardy had the nerve to continue rubbing the redhead's back.. without even acknowledging Trish's entrance. She stood there, waiting for his attention. She never got it.
"Is there something we can help you with, Trish?" Lita asked, giving the small blonde a sideways glance.
Trish shrugged her shoulders. "YOU, Lita, can't help me with anything. But Jeff, sweetie, I'd really like it if we could go do some training together. You could show me some of your... moves." The words glided off her tongue smoothly. She knew how to entice a man; what to say, and how to say it.
Jeff glanced up at her briefly, his blue and green hair falling into his face as he did so. "No thanks, Trish." He went back to working on Lita's back, rubbing it tenderly.
Trish's eyes narrowed, glaring at the two friends. With a deep breath, she changed her expression, a pleading look appearing on her face. "Please Jeff?" She rested a hand on his shoulder, rubbing her thumb over his skin softly. "Pretty please?"
Jeff stopped rubbing Lita's back, and paused. Trish smiled. She had gotten to him. As she felt him place his hand over hers, she knew she had Jeff Hardy right where she wanted him. That was until he picked her hand up in his, and took it off his shoulder. He looked back up at her. "Why don't you go ask someone else, Trish. I'm kind've busy right now." There was no malice or annoyance anywhere in his voice, yet Trish felt incredibly rejected.
"Fine." She sneered. "Your loss."
And now she was sitting, alone, in the diva's dressing room - thinking about Jeff Hardy. As far as she was concerned, he didn't deserve any more of her thoughts. But damn, if only she could get him on her side... she'd be unstoppable in the WWE. With Jeff by her side, she could wreak havoc. They'd split up Team Xtreme, take on the single's competition together - aiding each other when needed of course - and they would go on to become the best team in the history of the WWE.
Trish's thoughts were interrupted as the door was pushed open, and Dawn Marie walked into the room. Trish sent a hard glare her way, before getting up from the bench she'd been sitting at and going over to where her bag was sitting on the floor. Trish opened up the bag, pulling out her brush and running it through her hair.
Dawn Marie took in Trish's facial expression, and sank into the couch. "What are you plotting this time, Trish?"
At the sound of the brunette's voice, Trish scowled. "Nothing." She continued to brush her hair, as Dawn Marie rolled her eyes at the blonde. Trish shrugged. "Well, nothing that concerns you, anyway."
"Seeing as whatever twisted plan you're conjuring up probably involves one of my friends, it does concern me." Dawn Marie rested her chin in her hand, leaning on the arm of the couch. "So why don't you just tell me what it is now, and maybe I won't beat your ass down."
Trish smirked, shaking her head at the other diva. "Why would I even think of telling you anything?" She placed her brush back into her bag, and stood in front of Dawn Marie, hand on hips.
Dawn Marie jumped up, and lunged at Trish. She grabbed the blonde by her hair, pulling at it tightly. Trish screamed, face clenched in pain. Dawn smiled slightly. "Because I can hurt you Trish. And I will hurt you, if you hurt anyone that I care about. If you so much as threaten any of my friends.."
Trish managed to struggle out of Dawn Marie's grip, clutching her hair as she glowered at the woman standing in front of her. "I was just thinking about Jeff."
"Hardy?" Dawn Marie smiled widely, and soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Don't even waste your time, or seducting skills.. whatever. He's in love with Lita. He adores that woman. There's no way in the world you could cause him to think any different."
Trish eye's widened. That's why he had been resisting her advances. He had a thing for the redhead. "Does Lita feel the same way?"
Dawn Marie's features softened. Though she was talking to Trish Stratus, which was enough to keep the look of disgust on her face, she was talking about Lita and Jeff.. a topic which she held very close to her heart. "I'm sure she does. She just hasn't realized it yet. Hell, she hasn't even realized Jeff feels that way yet."
Trish nodded. That certainly would explain a hell of a lot. Why Jeff was always around Lita, why he sent her those looks that Trish sometimes caught, why he was so damn protective of that woman, and most of all, why he had turned Trish down so many times.
"So don't even think of trying to meddle with those two. You won't get anywhere. And if I find out that you've been sticking your nose where it doesn't belong --"
Trish glared at Dawn Marie. "Can it. I won't bother Jeff or Lita. Happy?"
A smile played on the brunette's lips. "Yes, very." She folded her arms over her chest, and crossed her legs.
For the second time that night, Trish rolled her eyes. "My match is almost up." She walked towards the door, already in her ring gear. As she stepped into the hallway, the things Dawn Marie had said filled her head. Jeff was in love with Lita, but she didn't know it yet? And Dawn Marie was pretty sure Lita felt the same way, but was yet to realize it? A smirk appeared once more on the blonde's face. Maybe she could find a way to work all of this to her advantage --
Suddenly, Trish found herself sprawled on the floor, her backside hurting. "Ow." She groaned. She looked up at what - or who - she had bumped into, that had sent her flying to the floor. She was greeted with Kurt Angle offering her a helping hand up.
"Sorry Trish. I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you okay?" He apologized, helping her back onto her feet.
Trish sighed, ready to hurl abuse at the Olympic Gold Medalist, but couldn't find the strength. She waved her hand at him. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." She gazed at Kurt, and acknowledged the look plastered on his face. "Something bothering you?"
Kurt hesitated, not sure whether he should go into detail about what was troubling him or not. Trish Stratus wasn't exactly someone he was close to. He actually shared his younger sister's feelings towards the blonde - that she was a manipulative little bitch. Yet, he felt the need to talk to her. Hell, he wanted to talk to anyone. He was angry, and frustrated.
He'd gone to see Lita before his match against Brock Lesnar, to see if she was okay or needed anything for her back. It was still hurting her from last week's attack from Lesnar. He found her in the Hardy's locker room, with Jeff. He was massaging her back, rubbing in cream. When Kurt had asked if she needed him to do anything, she said that Jeff was taking care of her.
Jeff! Taking care of HIS baby sister? That was his job! That's what he was supposed to do! How dare he? The idiot little punk... Kurt sighed loudly.
"Jeff Hardy."
Trish grew alert at Angle's words. It seemed like the youngest Hardy brother was on a lot of people's minds. "What about him?"
"He's just.. always around Li, you know?"
With those words, Trish nodded her head enthusiastically. "I know. Trust me, I know."
Kurt continued. "Well, she's my baby sister. It may sound stupid - but I can't help but feel like I'm the one who should always be around her. That should be looking out for her." He shrugged. "That and the fact that I can't stand either of those Hardy chumps."
The blonde woman's face lit up. This was just what she needed. She could use this brilliantly. "No, you're right Kurt. She's your sister, not his. I don't think it sounds stupid at all. You're justified in feeling the way you do."
A look of disbelief crossed Angle's face. "You really think so?"
Trish placed a soothing hand on his arm. "Yes, I do. What right does he have, monopolising all her time like that?" She looked up into his blue eyes.
He looked down at her, then towards the Hardys locker room. "You're right Trish." He gave the diva a soft, gentle gaze. "Thank you." He walked down the hall, towards the ring entrance.
Trish smiled to herself as she watched Kurt Angle make his way down the hall. So Lita's big brother didn't particularly like Lita's best friends? My, with a bit of meddling, that situation sure could get ugly. She paused, as she thought back to what her and Dawn Marie had talked about earlier in the diva's locker room.
It was a good thing she hadn't actually promised Dawn Marie anything.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. ^_^
SUMMARY: Lita's big brother has issues with the guy she's in love with, and someone's out to cause trouble.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince
McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: As usual, would love it. Let me know specifically what you loved, or if applicable, what you didn't love. Just let me know people!
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He was insane.
Trish stormed down the arena hallway, a heavy frown placed firmly on her features. Her brow creased, her lips pursed. She made her way towards the women's locker room, furious with Jeff Hardy.
He was insane. There was no other explanation for it. He must've been insane, to say those things to her. No sane man would turn her down like that.
The blonde vixen pushed the locker room door open forcefully, and sat on a free bench. She looked around the room. She was there by herself. Thank God. She just wasn't in the mood to play all nice with anyone at the moment, let alone half a dozen other divas who she couldn't stand as much as they couldn't stand her.
As she pushed her golden hair behind her ears, Trish thought about what had happened just minutes earlier in the Hardy Boyz locker room.
She had gone in there to see Jeff. That younger Hardy had something going - she wasn't quite sure what it was - but she knew that she wanted it. He was young, talented and gorgeous. Just what she needed. Unfortunately, he had been with Lita when Trish walked in. He was tending to her sore back, rubbing it down with some cream. He was so wrapped up in that, that he hardly noticed her walk into the room.
That had been the first thing to piss Trish off. When she walked into a room, everyone turned to look at her. They stopped what they were doing, and looked at her. That's the way it is. Yet Jeff Hardy had the nerve to continue rubbing the redhead's back.. without even acknowledging Trish's entrance. She stood there, waiting for his attention. She never got it.
"Is there something we can help you with, Trish?" Lita asked, giving the small blonde a sideways glance.
Trish shrugged her shoulders. "YOU, Lita, can't help me with anything. But Jeff, sweetie, I'd really like it if we could go do some training together. You could show me some of your... moves." The words glided off her tongue smoothly. She knew how to entice a man; what to say, and how to say it.
Jeff glanced up at her briefly, his blue and green hair falling into his face as he did so. "No thanks, Trish." He went back to working on Lita's back, rubbing it tenderly.
Trish's eyes narrowed, glaring at the two friends. With a deep breath, she changed her expression, a pleading look appearing on her face. "Please Jeff?" She rested a hand on his shoulder, rubbing her thumb over his skin softly. "Pretty please?"
Jeff stopped rubbing Lita's back, and paused. Trish smiled. She had gotten to him. As she felt him place his hand over hers, she knew she had Jeff Hardy right where she wanted him. That was until he picked her hand up in his, and took it off his shoulder. He looked back up at her. "Why don't you go ask someone else, Trish. I'm kind've busy right now." There was no malice or annoyance anywhere in his voice, yet Trish felt incredibly rejected.
"Fine." She sneered. "Your loss."
And now she was sitting, alone, in the diva's dressing room - thinking about Jeff Hardy. As far as she was concerned, he didn't deserve any more of her thoughts. But damn, if only she could get him on her side... she'd be unstoppable in the WWE. With Jeff by her side, she could wreak havoc. They'd split up Team Xtreme, take on the single's competition together - aiding each other when needed of course - and they would go on to become the best team in the history of the WWE.
Trish's thoughts were interrupted as the door was pushed open, and Dawn Marie walked into the room. Trish sent a hard glare her way, before getting up from the bench she'd been sitting at and going over to where her bag was sitting on the floor. Trish opened up the bag, pulling out her brush and running it through her hair.
Dawn Marie took in Trish's facial expression, and sank into the couch. "What are you plotting this time, Trish?"
At the sound of the brunette's voice, Trish scowled. "Nothing." She continued to brush her hair, as Dawn Marie rolled her eyes at the blonde. Trish shrugged. "Well, nothing that concerns you, anyway."
"Seeing as whatever twisted plan you're conjuring up probably involves one of my friends, it does concern me." Dawn Marie rested her chin in her hand, leaning on the arm of the couch. "So why don't you just tell me what it is now, and maybe I won't beat your ass down."
Trish smirked, shaking her head at the other diva. "Why would I even think of telling you anything?" She placed her brush back into her bag, and stood in front of Dawn Marie, hand on hips.
Dawn Marie jumped up, and lunged at Trish. She grabbed the blonde by her hair, pulling at it tightly. Trish screamed, face clenched in pain. Dawn smiled slightly. "Because I can hurt you Trish. And I will hurt you, if you hurt anyone that I care about. If you so much as threaten any of my friends.."
Trish managed to struggle out of Dawn Marie's grip, clutching her hair as she glowered at the woman standing in front of her. "I was just thinking about Jeff."
"Hardy?" Dawn Marie smiled widely, and soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Don't even waste your time, or seducting skills.. whatever. He's in love with Lita. He adores that woman. There's no way in the world you could cause him to think any different."
Trish eye's widened. That's why he had been resisting her advances. He had a thing for the redhead. "Does Lita feel the same way?"
Dawn Marie's features softened. Though she was talking to Trish Stratus, which was enough to keep the look of disgust on her face, she was talking about Lita and Jeff.. a topic which she held very close to her heart. "I'm sure she does. She just hasn't realized it yet. Hell, she hasn't even realized Jeff feels that way yet."
Trish nodded. That certainly would explain a hell of a lot. Why Jeff was always around Lita, why he sent her those looks that Trish sometimes caught, why he was so damn protective of that woman, and most of all, why he had turned Trish down so many times.
"So don't even think of trying to meddle with those two. You won't get anywhere. And if I find out that you've been sticking your nose where it doesn't belong --"
Trish glared at Dawn Marie. "Can it. I won't bother Jeff or Lita. Happy?"
A smile played on the brunette's lips. "Yes, very." She folded her arms over her chest, and crossed her legs.
For the second time that night, Trish rolled her eyes. "My match is almost up." She walked towards the door, already in her ring gear. As she stepped into the hallway, the things Dawn Marie had said filled her head. Jeff was in love with Lita, but she didn't know it yet? And Dawn Marie was pretty sure Lita felt the same way, but was yet to realize it? A smirk appeared once more on the blonde's face. Maybe she could find a way to work all of this to her advantage --
Suddenly, Trish found herself sprawled on the floor, her backside hurting. "Ow." She groaned. She looked up at what - or who - she had bumped into, that had sent her flying to the floor. She was greeted with Kurt Angle offering her a helping hand up.
"Sorry Trish. I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you okay?" He apologized, helping her back onto her feet.
Trish sighed, ready to hurl abuse at the Olympic Gold Medalist, but couldn't find the strength. She waved her hand at him. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." She gazed at Kurt, and acknowledged the look plastered on his face. "Something bothering you?"
Kurt hesitated, not sure whether he should go into detail about what was troubling him or not. Trish Stratus wasn't exactly someone he was close to. He actually shared his younger sister's feelings towards the blonde - that she was a manipulative little bitch. Yet, he felt the need to talk to her. Hell, he wanted to talk to anyone. He was angry, and frustrated.
He'd gone to see Lita before his match against Brock Lesnar, to see if she was okay or needed anything for her back. It was still hurting her from last week's attack from Lesnar. He found her in the Hardy's locker room, with Jeff. He was massaging her back, rubbing in cream. When Kurt had asked if she needed him to do anything, she said that Jeff was taking care of her.
Jeff! Taking care of HIS baby sister? That was his job! That's what he was supposed to do! How dare he? The idiot little punk... Kurt sighed loudly.
"Jeff Hardy."
Trish grew alert at Angle's words. It seemed like the youngest Hardy brother was on a lot of people's minds. "What about him?"
"He's just.. always around Li, you know?"
With those words, Trish nodded her head enthusiastically. "I know. Trust me, I know."
Kurt continued. "Well, she's my baby sister. It may sound stupid - but I can't help but feel like I'm the one who should always be around her. That should be looking out for her." He shrugged. "That and the fact that I can't stand either of those Hardy chumps."
The blonde woman's face lit up. This was just what she needed. She could use this brilliantly. "No, you're right Kurt. She's your sister, not his. I don't think it sounds stupid at all. You're justified in feeling the way you do."
A look of disbelief crossed Angle's face. "You really think so?"
Trish placed a soothing hand on his arm. "Yes, I do. What right does he have, monopolising all her time like that?" She looked up into his blue eyes.
He looked down at her, then towards the Hardys locker room. "You're right Trish." He gave the diva a soft, gentle gaze. "Thank you." He walked down the hall, towards the ring entrance.
Trish smiled to herself as she watched Kurt Angle make his way down the hall. So Lita's big brother didn't particularly like Lita's best friends? My, with a bit of meddling, that situation sure could get ugly. She paused, as she thought back to what her and Dawn Marie had talked about earlier in the diva's locker room.
It was a good thing she hadn't actually promised Dawn Marie anything.