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: Always nice to hear what ya'll think of my fics! Lemme know if you liked this chapter - and lemme know if you didn't! Just lemme know anything, kay?
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"Are you sore?"
Sweat dripping down his face, Kurt Angle shook his head defiantly. "No, I'm fine. I beat his ass down, and I'm alive." He wiped away a bead of sweat that was dripping down his temple, then turned his gaze back to the redhead that was next to him."I'm fine."
Lita walked down the arena hallway with her older brother, eyeing him worriedly. That limp in his left foot didn't look fine to her, and he was holding his ribs a little too tightly for him to be fine. She was sure that he was much more hurt than he was letting on. He always had been stubborn like that with her. He didn't like her knowing exactly how hurt he was, or anything like that. Lita remembered when his girlfriend broke up with him in highschool. He was devastated, she could tell in the way he walked, the way he acted, the look in his eyes. But he never actually said anything to her about the way he felt. He simply kept it all inside. So Lita knew that when he said he was fine - he more than likely wasn't fine at all. But he was right about one thing. He had demolished Brock Lesnar, in an amazing match up. And the redhead was extremely proud of her brother.
She smiled at him softly as they approached his locker room, opening the door and entering. "You did good tonight Kurt." He looked down at her and smiled proudly as she continued. "You're right. You totally beat his ass down." She laughed warmly. "I don't think I'll ever forget that look on Lesnar's face when he realized you were going for that moonsault. That was a classic."
Kurt laughed at his little sister, ignoring the pain that was settling in his ribs and shooting up his left foot. That moonsault had done a number on him... it had been a while since he'd pulled one off. And if he was feeling this bad, he couldn't imagine how Brock Lesnar was feeling at the moment. "Thanks Li."
"No Kurt, thank you. I know that match was purely revenge on your part." She patted his arm lightly. "So, thanks. On my behalf, and both Matt and Jeff's --"
Kurt's wide smile melted off his face as the Hardy brothers were mentioned. His brow furrowed as he looked down at Lita, and spoke. "Li, know this. I participated in that match for you. I wanted to hurt Brock for what he did to you last week. As for him hurting the Hardys.. well," he paused, looking directly into his sister's hazel eyes. "I personally wanted to congratulate him for that."
Lita stood silent in the middle of the dressing room as Kurt broke his gaze, and gathered his street clothes from his bag. He then headed towards the shower. Had he actually said what she thought she heard? That he wanted to congratulate Lesnar for harming the Hardy brothers? Finally, she found the words that expressed what she felt in the pit of her stomach. "I can't believe you just said that."
Before entering the shower, Kurt paused and looked at his baby sister. She was standing there, a look of shock and indignation etched on her face. He took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry if I hurt you Li --"
Lita felt a wave of relief sweep over her. At last, her brother was actually apologising for insulting the Hardys. Finally, he realized just how much his words hurt her sometimes - and he was saying sorry for it.
"-- but I'm just telling the truth."
The redhead's eyes flashed with something sharp and dangerous. Kurt tensed up, seeing her reaction. He waited for her outburst, knowing he would receive yet another verbal lashing for his dislike of his sister's two best friends. Yet surprisingly, it didn't come. She just turned away, and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Lita made her way down the hallway, tears stinging her eyes. She knew Kurt didn't like Matt or Jeff, but for him to actually want to see them hurt? And like it when they are hurt? God, he couldn't possibly resent them that much! ... could he? Her brother was a good man. He was caring, compassionate, fiercely protective of her - but a good man. He was fair, level-headed... so why did he despise the two Hardy brothers so much?
Suddenly, Lita felt a hand gripping her shoulder. She spun around quickly, readying her defences, only to find a smiling Jeff Hardy behind her. She relaxed as he spoke.
"Hey! You look a little lost there, Miss Red."
Lita returned his smile, which grew even wider when he threw his arm over her shoulder and walked with her. "Yeah, just thinking."
Jeff looked at her mischievously. "Well, don't go doing too much of that. Don't want to hurt yourself or anything."
"Ha ha. Very funny." Lita poked her tongue out playfully at the youngest Hardy, both still making their way down the hallway.
"Speaking of hurting - How's your brother doing?" Jeff asked, concern replacing the smile that was previously on his face. "I watched the match back here. It looked pretty brutal. I'm seriously amazed that Kurt is still standing right now."
"Yeah, well, he is. Only barely though. He won't tell me how much he's hurting.. but I know he's GOT to be sore. He did receive an F-5, after all. AND he managed to pull off a moonsault after that.. I don't know how he did it, honestly. No way can anyone get up from one of Lesnar's F-5's and not be aching in ten different places." Lita pushed her hair behind her ears.
Jeff nodded. "I know - from experience."
Lita rubbed his back soothingly. "On that topic.. how are you guys doing? Healing up well?"
"I'm fine now. My neck's still a little sore, but other than that.. fine. Matt on the other hand, well, he's still pretty bruised up." Jeff's voice quietened at the memory of his brother being slammed into the mat, in front of his very eyes. "He was the one who was put through a powerbomb, AND an F-5." He turned to Lita. "And you. Your back's still recovering, right?" Lita nodded. "It just sucks that I'm the one who came out of that night the most unharmed.. when it was my match."
Lita took in the sickly expression on Jeff's face, and shook her head. "I certainly hope you're not feeling guilty, Mr Hardy."
When Jeff didn't reply, Lita sighed, and paused her walking. Jeff stopped as well, sliding his arm away from her shoulders, and standing in front of her. Lita raised her hands up to Jeff's face, cupping both cheeks in her hands. "Look at me Jeffrey. Do not, I repeat, do not blame yourself for what happened to Matt, or myself, last week. We both wanted to go out there with you and be by ringside. We took the risk."
"I know, but--"
"-- no buts! We took the risk. We got hurt." She shrugged. "It happens in this business." Lita linked her hand in Jeff's as they approached Team Extreme's locker room. "Now what's say we go back to the hotel, and just spend the night watching some movies or something equally as relaxing?"
Jeff looked down at Lita's hand that was held in his own. Then he looked back up at her, and smiled. "That'd be nice."
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: Always nice to hear what ya'll think of my fics! Lemme know if you liked this chapter - and lemme know if you didn't! Just lemme know anything, kay?
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"Are you sore?"
Sweat dripping down his face, Kurt Angle shook his head defiantly. "No, I'm fine. I beat his ass down, and I'm alive." He wiped away a bead of sweat that was dripping down his temple, then turned his gaze back to the redhead that was next to him."I'm fine."
Lita walked down the arena hallway with her older brother, eyeing him worriedly. That limp in his left foot didn't look fine to her, and he was holding his ribs a little too tightly for him to be fine. She was sure that he was much more hurt than he was letting on. He always had been stubborn like that with her. He didn't like her knowing exactly how hurt he was, or anything like that. Lita remembered when his girlfriend broke up with him in highschool. He was devastated, she could tell in the way he walked, the way he acted, the look in his eyes. But he never actually said anything to her about the way he felt. He simply kept it all inside. So Lita knew that when he said he was fine - he more than likely wasn't fine at all. But he was right about one thing. He had demolished Brock Lesnar, in an amazing match up. And the redhead was extremely proud of her brother.
She smiled at him softly as they approached his locker room, opening the door and entering. "You did good tonight Kurt." He looked down at her and smiled proudly as she continued. "You're right. You totally beat his ass down." She laughed warmly. "I don't think I'll ever forget that look on Lesnar's face when he realized you were going for that moonsault. That was a classic."
Kurt laughed at his little sister, ignoring the pain that was settling in his ribs and shooting up his left foot. That moonsault had done a number on him... it had been a while since he'd pulled one off. And if he was feeling this bad, he couldn't imagine how Brock Lesnar was feeling at the moment. "Thanks Li."
"No Kurt, thank you. I know that match was purely revenge on your part." She patted his arm lightly. "So, thanks. On my behalf, and both Matt and Jeff's --"
Kurt's wide smile melted off his face as the Hardy brothers were mentioned. His brow furrowed as he looked down at Lita, and spoke. "Li, know this. I participated in that match for you. I wanted to hurt Brock for what he did to you last week. As for him hurting the Hardys.. well," he paused, looking directly into his sister's hazel eyes. "I personally wanted to congratulate him for that."
Lita stood silent in the middle of the dressing room as Kurt broke his gaze, and gathered his street clothes from his bag. He then headed towards the shower. Had he actually said what she thought she heard? That he wanted to congratulate Lesnar for harming the Hardy brothers? Finally, she found the words that expressed what she felt in the pit of her stomach. "I can't believe you just said that."
Before entering the shower, Kurt paused and looked at his baby sister. She was standing there, a look of shock and indignation etched on her face. He took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry if I hurt you Li --"
Lita felt a wave of relief sweep over her. At last, her brother was actually apologising for insulting the Hardys. Finally, he realized just how much his words hurt her sometimes - and he was saying sorry for it.
"-- but I'm just telling the truth."
The redhead's eyes flashed with something sharp and dangerous. Kurt tensed up, seeing her reaction. He waited for her outburst, knowing he would receive yet another verbal lashing for his dislike of his sister's two best friends. Yet surprisingly, it didn't come. She just turned away, and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Lita made her way down the hallway, tears stinging her eyes. She knew Kurt didn't like Matt or Jeff, but for him to actually want to see them hurt? And like it when they are hurt? God, he couldn't possibly resent them that much! ... could he? Her brother was a good man. He was caring, compassionate, fiercely protective of her - but a good man. He was fair, level-headed... so why did he despise the two Hardy brothers so much?
Suddenly, Lita felt a hand gripping her shoulder. She spun around quickly, readying her defences, only to find a smiling Jeff Hardy behind her. She relaxed as he spoke.
"Hey! You look a little lost there, Miss Red."
Lita returned his smile, which grew even wider when he threw his arm over her shoulder and walked with her. "Yeah, just thinking."
Jeff looked at her mischievously. "Well, don't go doing too much of that. Don't want to hurt yourself or anything."
"Ha ha. Very funny." Lita poked her tongue out playfully at the youngest Hardy, both still making their way down the hallway.
"Speaking of hurting - How's your brother doing?" Jeff asked, concern replacing the smile that was previously on his face. "I watched the match back here. It looked pretty brutal. I'm seriously amazed that Kurt is still standing right now."
"Yeah, well, he is. Only barely though. He won't tell me how much he's hurting.. but I know he's GOT to be sore. He did receive an F-5, after all. AND he managed to pull off a moonsault after that.. I don't know how he did it, honestly. No way can anyone get up from one of Lesnar's F-5's and not be aching in ten different places." Lita pushed her hair behind her ears.
Jeff nodded. "I know - from experience."
Lita rubbed his back soothingly. "On that topic.. how are you guys doing? Healing up well?"
"I'm fine now. My neck's still a little sore, but other than that.. fine. Matt on the other hand, well, he's still pretty bruised up." Jeff's voice quietened at the memory of his brother being slammed into the mat, in front of his very eyes. "He was the one who was put through a powerbomb, AND an F-5." He turned to Lita. "And you. Your back's still recovering, right?" Lita nodded. "It just sucks that I'm the one who came out of that night the most unharmed.. when it was my match."
Lita took in the sickly expression on Jeff's face, and shook her head. "I certainly hope you're not feeling guilty, Mr Hardy."
When Jeff didn't reply, Lita sighed, and paused her walking. Jeff stopped as well, sliding his arm away from her shoulders, and standing in front of her. Lita raised her hands up to Jeff's face, cupping both cheeks in her hands. "Look at me Jeffrey. Do not, I repeat, do not blame yourself for what happened to Matt, or myself, last week. We both wanted to go out there with you and be by ringside. We took the risk."
"I know, but--"
"-- no buts! We took the risk. We got hurt." She shrugged. "It happens in this business." Lita linked her hand in Jeff's as they approached Team Extreme's locker room. "Now what's say we go back to the hotel, and just spend the night watching some movies or something equally as relaxing?"
Jeff looked down at Lita's hand that was held in his own. Then he looked back up at her, and smiled. "That'd be nice."