TITLE: Best Kept Secrets.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'm going to bump it up to PG-15. Just because I felt like it.
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. Also some possible sexual references abound.
SUMMARY: Lita falls in love with a guy her big brother can't stand, and another cunning diva is out to cause trouble.. Jeff/Lita pairing. Trish, Kurt, Christian and more.
DISCLAIMER: Still not Vince McMahon. Still owning nothing. Still very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Oh, very extrenely welcomed. I mean, welcome as in it's my life source! Come on people, help keep me alive! Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Let me know!
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Lita stared lifelessly at the images playing across the television screen in front of her. Her hazel eyes had taken on a glassy appearance as she sat still and unmoving on the hard bench in the locker room. The match playing on the screen was important - Kurt going up against Brock Lesnar. She knew that she should have been paying attention to what was happening. She knew that she should be giving her older brother the support he deserved, especially for this match. But she simply couldn't bring herself to care. Not as long as she knew what would be happening later on tonight.
So the redhead continued to stare at the screen, trying to force herself to pay attention, all the while her mind whirling with mixed emotions and jumbled thoughts. She had been this way ever since speaking with Trish Stratus a few days ago. That scheming she-devil had her heart set on tearing Jeff away from Lita - and this 'plan' of hers simply proved that she wasn't concerned with how she got her way... even sinking to the low depths she had planned.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Lita registered that the bell had sounded, and Kurt's music began to blast throughout the arena. This jolted her out of her thoughts as she realised not only had Kurt won the match - but he would be expecting her to be waiting at the curtain for him. Letting out a heavy breath, Lita stood from the bench and made her way to the curtain to congratulate her brother.
As she walked through the arena hallway towards the stage, the diva scanned the area quickly. The last thing she wanted to do tonight was run into Jeff. It would just make things even harder than they already were. Seeing him before she had to ... seeing him now would come close to breaking her will power, and she feared that if that happened, she wouldn't be able to go through with any of it. And she knew that simply couldn't happen. Lita had to do this tonight. To keep Kurt happy and to keep Jeff safe - at any cost.
She reached the curtain just in time to see Kurt walk through the stage, into the back area where he was praised and congratulated on his win over Brock by a few other super stars. The Rock shook his hand as he passed by, Bradshaw patted him on the back, and she even noticed Stephanie McMahon give the Olympic Hero a quick hug. Lita felt her nerves melt away temporarily as she caught the lingering touch and gentle look that passed between the two, and couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the sight. She knew it was never quite over between her brother and Steph - though neither would admit it out loud. She watched as they talked quietly, and waited for him to finish, leaning on a wall patiently. It wasn't long before he made his way over to her, a wide smile on his face.
"So, how'd your big brother do?"
Lita wiped a drop of sweat that was trickling down his cheek away, hesitating slightly. How'd he do? She'd hardly even noticed anything about the match... all she knew was that he had won. She smiled up at him. "You did great, Kurt. It's just too bad the match wasn't for the title."
Kurt nodded, his breaths slightly laboured from exertion. "Yeah. But don't you worry, I'll have my chance come SummerSlam. Then Lesnar will really get what's coming to him, and I'll walk away the Undisputed Champion." He slung his arm around his sister's shoulders, and they began to walk back to his locker room.
The redheaded diva found it hard to mirror Kurt's enthusiasm, even though she was extremely happy for him, and proud of him too. Every time she found herself getting lost in the elation, or enjoying his smile - she'd remember her talk with Trish, and she'd be flooded with ill feelings once again.
The pair approached Kurt's locker room, being stopped several times by other athlete's wanting to tell the man exactly how well he had performed, and how they were looking forward to seeing him match up with Lesnar once again at SummerSlam, this time for the title. Lita and Kurt entered the room, the latter breathing hard and favouring his right leg, but still wearing a beaming smile. His little sister immediately made her way to the couch and flung herself onto it, letting out a sigh as she collapsed onto it.
Kurt sat down on the bench across from Lita, and began untying his boots. He glanced up at the redhead across the room from him, who had her eyes closed, her brow furrowing every so slightly, and her jaw clenched. Reaching for his duffle bag and grabbing a pair of running shoes from inside, he called her name. "Li?" Her eyes opened quickly, and met his gaze. "Is anything wrong?"
Sitting up slowly, Lita shook her head. "No, nothing's wrong." She gave a half hearted smile. "I'm very proud of you, Kurt."
Smiling back, the blue eyed man made his way over to the couch and sat beside Lita. "I'm glad to hear that." He tucked a strand of red hair behind his sister's ear, and hugged her against his shoulder. "But honey, I can tell when something's bothering you. Always been able to. So don't try and hide it from me."
"Kurt, really it's no --"
Angle's eyes suddenly darkened. "Those Hardy's haven't done anything to upset you, have they?"
Lita looked up at him, shaking her head emphatically. "No, not at all." She swallowed hard, frowning thinly as she felt her stomach drop at the sight of the anger and pure hatred in Kurt's eyes. "You know they would never do anything to hurt me. Matt and Jeff are very good to me."
"I swear, I will kill them if they do anything to you." Kurt cupped her face in his hands, planting a gentle kiss on Lita's forehead. "I promise you, I will. If they hurt you, if they upset you, if they do anything that goes against your will..."
"They haven't done anything wrong. And I'm fine." She patted him arm, assuring him of her words. "Just a little tired, that's all. I promise."
Then there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Kurt called, standing up from the couch and making his way over to his bag once more, pulling out a bottle of water. The door opened, and Jeff stood in the doorway, peering cautiously at the Gold Medalist. "Uh, sorry to interrupt you Kurt, but I was just wondering if you knew where Lita was?"
Glowering dangerously at the youngest Hardy brother, Kurt nodded his head in Lita's direction before taking a gulp of water from the bottle. He then glanced over at Lita, his expression tense. "I'm going to have a shower. I'll be back soon." Tossing his towel over his shoulder, Kurt left the room, being sure to glare at Jeff menacingly before exiting.
Once the door closed, Jeff made his way over to Lita, joining her on the couch and taking her hands in his. "If looks could kill, Kurt would have me as a dead man right about now." She gave him a sad smile, and he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against her own. He then enveloped her in his arms, her head leaning on his chest. Jeff stroked her hair softly, neither of them speaking for a while. Then he looked down at her. "You okay? You seem a bit quiet."
Breathing in, Lita closed her eyes quickly, trying to gather herself and find the strength to lie again. She hated this. Lying to her brother, lying to Jeff... and this was only the beginning of the despicable things she had to do tonight. "I'm fine Jeff. Just a little tired."
Jeff gave her hand a squeeze. "As long as that's it. I don't want to leave you by yourself if you're not feeling well, or you're upset by something. I could always post pone going out with the guys tonight and just stay in your hotel room with you."
Loving the feel of his body against hers, his touch on her skin, Lita almost gave in. She almost said 'yes', and almost wanted Jeff to just stay in with her. But that would mean failing the plan, and allowing Trish Stratus to go to Kurt Angle and tell him about her relationship with Jeff. And that simply couldn't happen. "No, I'm fine. It's good if you go out with Matt, Jericho and the others. You need some time with the boys, and it'd probably do me some good to have an early night into bed. You go."
Kissing her once more, and sending her a soft smile, Jeff stood from where he sat. "Okay. Well, we're going to get going now." He gave a chuckle. "Christian wants to get moving right away. But I promise not to be too long. I don't really want to have a late night either."
"Some party animal you are."
Jeff smiled at her, making his way to the door. "Some of us party animals have gorgeous women to come home to, you know. I won't be gone too late. And I still have that keycard you gave me, so don't worry about staying up. I'll just let myself in. Bye babe."
She sent him a smile and a wave. "Have fun. I'll see you later on tonight."
Before closing the door, Jeff blew her a kiss, then shut the door behind him. Lita's smile fell from her face, and she raked a hand through her hair. Goddamn. Why did that man have to make things harder than they already were? Being so sweet and so freaking adorable...
Gathering her things from the locker room, Lita swung her bag over her shoulder, and made her way out to the parking lot, and to her rental car. She started it and drove it to the hotel almost in a daze. This was it. She was actually doing this. She couldn't believe it. She felt sick, yet at the same time knew this was what it was going to take to keep Jeff safe, and her brother happy. Parking in the hotel carpark, Lita made her way into the hotel and up to her hotel room without much thought, going on what seemed to be purely instinct.
Lita sorted through her pocket, pulling out her keycard and opening her room door. She let her bag fall to the floor, and collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. She took in some deep breaths, controlling her breathing and wishing she could control her frantic, racing heartbeat as easily. She glanced at her wristwatch. 11: 21. Noting the time, Lita found herself wishing that as well as controlling her body, she could control the powers of time. Was it really only ten minutes until he was supposed to get here? Was it really only ten minutes until it was the beginning of the end of her relationship with Jeff? Did she really have to go through with this?
Before she began to panic, she reminded herself that this WAS necessary. This needed to happen. She needed to go through with it. Lita knew there was no way around it. Then there was a knock on her door. Her heart still racing, her breathing quickened as she stole a glance at her wristwatch as she got up from the bed. It was only 11:23! He was early! Damnitt... she thought she had a few more minutes to calm herself down and prepare for this but it didn't look like it.
The redhead made her way to the door, and opened it slowly. He greeted her, smiling broadly with a bunch of roses in his hands. "Hello Lita. These, my dear, are for you." She took the roses from him, and invited him inside, closing the door behind him. She placed the flowers on the table beside the bed, and sat back down on the edge of the mattress. She looked at him. "You're early."
"Trish said I should get here a little earlier, you know, in case you tried to get out of it or anything." The tall blonde man sat beside her, the smile still fixed firmly onto his face. He reached up carefully, brushing the fiery red hair away from Lita's neck, exposing the delicate skin. "So Lita. Are you ready to do this?"
She kept her gaze forward, not wanting to look him in the eye. She clenched her fists tightly, and steadied her breaths. She had to do this. She knew she had to. She had to be ready. Slowly, Lita turned to him, her hazel eyes fixing on his. "Yes Test. I'm ready."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'm going to bump it up to PG-15. Just because I felt like it.
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. Also some possible sexual references abound.
SUMMARY: Lita falls in love with a guy her big brother can't stand, and another cunning diva is out to cause trouble.. Jeff/Lita pairing. Trish, Kurt, Christian and more.
DISCLAIMER: Still not Vince McMahon. Still owning nothing. Still very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Oh, very extrenely welcomed. I mean, welcome as in it's my life source! Come on people, help keep me alive! Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Let me know!
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Lita stared lifelessly at the images playing across the television screen in front of her. Her hazel eyes had taken on a glassy appearance as she sat still and unmoving on the hard bench in the locker room. The match playing on the screen was important - Kurt going up against Brock Lesnar. She knew that she should have been paying attention to what was happening. She knew that she should be giving her older brother the support he deserved, especially for this match. But she simply couldn't bring herself to care. Not as long as she knew what would be happening later on tonight.
So the redhead continued to stare at the screen, trying to force herself to pay attention, all the while her mind whirling with mixed emotions and jumbled thoughts. She had been this way ever since speaking with Trish Stratus a few days ago. That scheming she-devil had her heart set on tearing Jeff away from Lita - and this 'plan' of hers simply proved that she wasn't concerned with how she got her way... even sinking to the low depths she had planned.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Lita registered that the bell had sounded, and Kurt's music began to blast throughout the arena. This jolted her out of her thoughts as she realised not only had Kurt won the match - but he would be expecting her to be waiting at the curtain for him. Letting out a heavy breath, Lita stood from the bench and made her way to the curtain to congratulate her brother.
As she walked through the arena hallway towards the stage, the diva scanned the area quickly. The last thing she wanted to do tonight was run into Jeff. It would just make things even harder than they already were. Seeing him before she had to ... seeing him now would come close to breaking her will power, and she feared that if that happened, she wouldn't be able to go through with any of it. And she knew that simply couldn't happen. Lita had to do this tonight. To keep Kurt happy and to keep Jeff safe - at any cost.
She reached the curtain just in time to see Kurt walk through the stage, into the back area where he was praised and congratulated on his win over Brock by a few other super stars. The Rock shook his hand as he passed by, Bradshaw patted him on the back, and she even noticed Stephanie McMahon give the Olympic Hero a quick hug. Lita felt her nerves melt away temporarily as she caught the lingering touch and gentle look that passed between the two, and couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the sight. She knew it was never quite over between her brother and Steph - though neither would admit it out loud. She watched as they talked quietly, and waited for him to finish, leaning on a wall patiently. It wasn't long before he made his way over to her, a wide smile on his face.
"So, how'd your big brother do?"
Lita wiped a drop of sweat that was trickling down his cheek away, hesitating slightly. How'd he do? She'd hardly even noticed anything about the match... all she knew was that he had won. She smiled up at him. "You did great, Kurt. It's just too bad the match wasn't for the title."
Kurt nodded, his breaths slightly laboured from exertion. "Yeah. But don't you worry, I'll have my chance come SummerSlam. Then Lesnar will really get what's coming to him, and I'll walk away the Undisputed Champion." He slung his arm around his sister's shoulders, and they began to walk back to his locker room.
The redheaded diva found it hard to mirror Kurt's enthusiasm, even though she was extremely happy for him, and proud of him too. Every time she found herself getting lost in the elation, or enjoying his smile - she'd remember her talk with Trish, and she'd be flooded with ill feelings once again.
The pair approached Kurt's locker room, being stopped several times by other athlete's wanting to tell the man exactly how well he had performed, and how they were looking forward to seeing him match up with Lesnar once again at SummerSlam, this time for the title. Lita and Kurt entered the room, the latter breathing hard and favouring his right leg, but still wearing a beaming smile. His little sister immediately made her way to the couch and flung herself onto it, letting out a sigh as she collapsed onto it.
Kurt sat down on the bench across from Lita, and began untying his boots. He glanced up at the redhead across the room from him, who had her eyes closed, her brow furrowing every so slightly, and her jaw clenched. Reaching for his duffle bag and grabbing a pair of running shoes from inside, he called her name. "Li?" Her eyes opened quickly, and met his gaze. "Is anything wrong?"
Sitting up slowly, Lita shook her head. "No, nothing's wrong." She gave a half hearted smile. "I'm very proud of you, Kurt."
Smiling back, the blue eyed man made his way over to the couch and sat beside Lita. "I'm glad to hear that." He tucked a strand of red hair behind his sister's ear, and hugged her against his shoulder. "But honey, I can tell when something's bothering you. Always been able to. So don't try and hide it from me."
"Kurt, really it's no --"
Angle's eyes suddenly darkened. "Those Hardy's haven't done anything to upset you, have they?"
Lita looked up at him, shaking her head emphatically. "No, not at all." She swallowed hard, frowning thinly as she felt her stomach drop at the sight of the anger and pure hatred in Kurt's eyes. "You know they would never do anything to hurt me. Matt and Jeff are very good to me."
"I swear, I will kill them if they do anything to you." Kurt cupped her face in his hands, planting a gentle kiss on Lita's forehead. "I promise you, I will. If they hurt you, if they upset you, if they do anything that goes against your will..."
"They haven't done anything wrong. And I'm fine." She patted him arm, assuring him of her words. "Just a little tired, that's all. I promise."
Then there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Kurt called, standing up from the couch and making his way over to his bag once more, pulling out a bottle of water. The door opened, and Jeff stood in the doorway, peering cautiously at the Gold Medalist. "Uh, sorry to interrupt you Kurt, but I was just wondering if you knew where Lita was?"
Glowering dangerously at the youngest Hardy brother, Kurt nodded his head in Lita's direction before taking a gulp of water from the bottle. He then glanced over at Lita, his expression tense. "I'm going to have a shower. I'll be back soon." Tossing his towel over his shoulder, Kurt left the room, being sure to glare at Jeff menacingly before exiting.
Once the door closed, Jeff made his way over to Lita, joining her on the couch and taking her hands in his. "If looks could kill, Kurt would have me as a dead man right about now." She gave him a sad smile, and he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against her own. He then enveloped her in his arms, her head leaning on his chest. Jeff stroked her hair softly, neither of them speaking for a while. Then he looked down at her. "You okay? You seem a bit quiet."
Breathing in, Lita closed her eyes quickly, trying to gather herself and find the strength to lie again. She hated this. Lying to her brother, lying to Jeff... and this was only the beginning of the despicable things she had to do tonight. "I'm fine Jeff. Just a little tired."
Jeff gave her hand a squeeze. "As long as that's it. I don't want to leave you by yourself if you're not feeling well, or you're upset by something. I could always post pone going out with the guys tonight and just stay in your hotel room with you."
Loving the feel of his body against hers, his touch on her skin, Lita almost gave in. She almost said 'yes', and almost wanted Jeff to just stay in with her. But that would mean failing the plan, and allowing Trish Stratus to go to Kurt Angle and tell him about her relationship with Jeff. And that simply couldn't happen. "No, I'm fine. It's good if you go out with Matt, Jericho and the others. You need some time with the boys, and it'd probably do me some good to have an early night into bed. You go."
Kissing her once more, and sending her a soft smile, Jeff stood from where he sat. "Okay. Well, we're going to get going now." He gave a chuckle. "Christian wants to get moving right away. But I promise not to be too long. I don't really want to have a late night either."
"Some party animal you are."
Jeff smiled at her, making his way to the door. "Some of us party animals have gorgeous women to come home to, you know. I won't be gone too late. And I still have that keycard you gave me, so don't worry about staying up. I'll just let myself in. Bye babe."
She sent him a smile and a wave. "Have fun. I'll see you later on tonight."
Before closing the door, Jeff blew her a kiss, then shut the door behind him. Lita's smile fell from her face, and she raked a hand through her hair. Goddamn. Why did that man have to make things harder than they already were? Being so sweet and so freaking adorable...
Gathering her things from the locker room, Lita swung her bag over her shoulder, and made her way out to the parking lot, and to her rental car. She started it and drove it to the hotel almost in a daze. This was it. She was actually doing this. She couldn't believe it. She felt sick, yet at the same time knew this was what it was going to take to keep Jeff safe, and her brother happy. Parking in the hotel carpark, Lita made her way into the hotel and up to her hotel room without much thought, going on what seemed to be purely instinct.
Lita sorted through her pocket, pulling out her keycard and opening her room door. She let her bag fall to the floor, and collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. She took in some deep breaths, controlling her breathing and wishing she could control her frantic, racing heartbeat as easily. She glanced at her wristwatch. 11: 21. Noting the time, Lita found herself wishing that as well as controlling her body, she could control the powers of time. Was it really only ten minutes until he was supposed to get here? Was it really only ten minutes until it was the beginning of the end of her relationship with Jeff? Did she really have to go through with this?
Before she began to panic, she reminded herself that this WAS necessary. This needed to happen. She needed to go through with it. Lita knew there was no way around it. Then there was a knock on her door. Her heart still racing, her breathing quickened as she stole a glance at her wristwatch as she got up from the bed. It was only 11:23! He was early! Damnitt... she thought she had a few more minutes to calm herself down and prepare for this but it didn't look like it.
The redhead made her way to the door, and opened it slowly. He greeted her, smiling broadly with a bunch of roses in his hands. "Hello Lita. These, my dear, are for you." She took the roses from him, and invited him inside, closing the door behind him. She placed the flowers on the table beside the bed, and sat back down on the edge of the mattress. She looked at him. "You're early."
"Trish said I should get here a little earlier, you know, in case you tried to get out of it or anything." The tall blonde man sat beside her, the smile still fixed firmly onto his face. He reached up carefully, brushing the fiery red hair away from Lita's neck, exposing the delicate skin. "So Lita. Are you ready to do this?"
She kept her gaze forward, not wanting to look him in the eye. She clenched her fists tightly, and steadied her breaths. She had to do this. She knew she had to. She had to be ready. Slowly, Lita turned to him, her hazel eyes fixing on his. "Yes Test. I'm ready."