In A Breath
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE, the story is mine.
Rating: R, for violence and rape
Summary: Christian turned his back on his brother, on his career and on his company, was it really all because he was jealous of his brother's success? Or was he trying to escape from something…or someone?
Spoilers: Up to and including Vengeance.
Setting: This starts the day before Vengeance, but we will be taking a trip back in time every now and again.
Feedback: Always appreciated
E-mail: wwekyizific@hotmail.com
Notes: This idea came into my head after reading Karen U's fic, "It Only Hurts" where she gave Jericho a reason for being, well, an ass, I began to wonder if maybe Christian had a reason…
(Matt and Lita aren't dating in this one and they're both at Vengeance backstage for the purposes of this fic! And I didn't know Matt was fighting on Heat, so as far as this fic goes, unless it happened on RAW or Smackdown, then it didn't happen. That means Matt's been gone!)
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Part One
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"Give me that."
"No, 'cause then you'll use it."
"Well, that's the idea, idiot."
"I'm not an idiot."
"And I am not watching this crap for a minute longer."
"No."
"Oh, very mature."
"Put it away unless you plan to use it, sweetie." Lita smiled from her position on the couch.
Jeff and Edge turned to look at her and Edge wagged his eyebrows. "You name the time and place, and I'll bring the tongue."
Jeff scrunched up his face. "Okay, that was gross." He said, rolling his eyes. "Hey!"
Edge shrugged as best he could, considering they were lying on the bed and leaning on their arms. "Ya snooze, ya lose." He smirked, flicking the channel.
"I was watching that!"
"Jeff, honey," Lita smiled at him. "I'm sorry, I love you like a brother but if I have to watch one more Scooby Doo rerun it may result in bodily harm…yours."
"Yeah, Jeffy, watch or she'll beat you u-ouch!"
Edge rubbed the back of his head and glared at Lita. "No need to throw things at a defenceless man." He said to her, hitting Jeff without looking at him. "And if you don't watch it, Hardy, I'll sign you up for another match with the Undertaker."
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Oh, ha, ha, very funny. Like I haven't heard that one about fifty times in the last couple of weeks."
"Well, you haven't heard it from me, small fry. Well, not in person anyway."
"Small fry? A couple of inches less don't make that much difference."
Edge laughed. "Is that what women keep telling you? 'Cause they lie,"
Jeff opened his mouth to reply when Matt entered the room. The elder Hardy dropped his bags to the floor and grinned when he spotted the trio. "Well, well, well, look who it is." He smiled and walked over to the bed, shaking Edge's hand as the man sat up. "Hey, man, great to see you."
"You too, how was your trip?"
"All right," Matt shrugged, as he smacked his brother over the head. "Hey jerk." He smirked as Jeff reached to hit him and missed. Walking across the room, he gave Lita a kiss on the cheek, careful of her neck brace and sat on the arm of her chair. "Gramma's feelin' a lot better. Although, she said she might live a little longer if her grandson over there would at least attempt to find some sanity."
"Hey, Gramma loves me just the way I am!" Jeff protested, taking the distraction caused by Matt's entrance to grab the remote back and change the channel again. "Damn, it's finished."
Matt frowned, looking at the credits on the TV. "Jeff, you've seen them all before, why does it matter?"
"Because it's the principle of the thing. Hey, we could go to the movies…"
"Not to see Scooby Doo again, Jeff, so don't even think about it!" Lita said, shaking her finger at him.
"Ooh, does she always get this testy with you Jeff? You'll have to teach me your trade secrets." Edge smirked as Lita rolled her eyes and Matt and Jeff watched the exchange with amusement.
"So, what y'all been doin'?" Matt asked, taking the chair next to Lita's.
"Not a lot, really. Jeff and I got here yesterday and Edge arrived this mornin'."
"Yeah, had an unfortunate run in with the younger sibling as well," Edge said a little darkly.
"What he do this time?" Matt asked.
"Not a lot, actually looked kinda scared of me. Either that or he just wasn't paying much attention, he did seem kinda spaced."
"Well, I think it could easily be either." Matt said growning. Leaning back, he pulled a pair of Jeff's trousers from behind him on the chair and threw them at his brother. "You've changed already?"
"Yeah, well, these didn't go with my hair." Jeff smirked.
"Yeah, about that, not so sure about the green, man."
"I think it's nice." Lita said, shrugging.
"You would."
After a moment they turned to face the bed. "Edge?" they asked in unison.
"Oh, no. I am not getting into this one. I either piss off Lita and Jeff, or I get Matt glaring at me all day. Usually I'd go for the latter, but a pouting Hardy is a really pathetic sight-ouch! Watch where you're throwing things."
"I was." Matt said as Edge removed Jeff's jacket from his head.
"Why were you so late?" Lita asked changing the subject.
"Flight was delayed." Matt supplied, reaching into the back of the chair to find out what was sticking into him. He rolled his eyes and threw one of Jeff's paintbrushes at him.
"I was looking for that!" Jeff said, turning to throw it onto the top of his messy suitcase.
"Yeah, and that's gonna keep you from losing it again." Matt said sarcastically, but Jeff ignored him, and instead focussed on getting the remote back from Edge.
Lita shook her head and turned to Matt, "Movies?"
"Lets go." Matt and Lita headed for the door laughing to themselves as Edge and Jeff scrambled to their feet.
"Hey!"
"Wait up!"
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Okay, this was supposed to be a lot less light hearted, but it'll slowly start getting darker from this POV as well