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!)
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Part Three
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Lita ran her fingers through her hair. It was a little darker than normal, but she supposed that was to be expected considering the fact that she'd allowed Jeff near it with some die. Although, considering the fact that he could have done as he joked and died it pink, she supposed it really wasn't that bad. Besides, as much as he liked to make people believe otherwise with his insane moves, he really did value his life, therefore Lita knew her hair was in good hands; Jeff would never purposely incur her wrath.
She scrunched up her nose as she tried to turn her neck. She really hated the neck brace, but unfortunately, she needed it. Sighing, she closed her eyes and tried to reach beneath the brace to rub her stiff neck a little. She jumped as a hand was placed on top of hers and looked into the mirror, her eyes locking with his.
"Still sore?" she shrugged and he nodded, his hands working the buckle and taking off the neck brace. He placed his hands around her neck and she instantly stiffened. "I won't hurt you."
"I know," she smiled. "Call it an instinctive reaction. But when someone wraps their hands around my neck and applies pressure, I think it's customary to freak.or possibly scream."
Edge smirked at her through the mirror and began to massage her neck. "If you really want to scream, I can think of a much better way."
Lita smiled and blushed a little at his implication. "I'm sure you can, but I'll bet it's nothing to what I can come up with."
Edge's grin widened. "Remind me to let you show me that."
"If you need reminding, then maybe you're not worth it," she said with a playful grin.
"Oh, trust me," he whispered, leaning in, his breath brushing against her ear. "I'm worth it."
Lita stared into the mirror, her eyes not leaving his for moment. He was staring at her with an unreadable expression and it made her slightly nervous. His hands were working at her neck with a tender touch and she bit back a moan as he hit a sensitive spot.
Edge smiled. "I think I'll have to file that away for later use," he said, still whispering in her ear.
"Hey Li, you know where, I'm sorry, I think I'll leave."
Lita laughed and turned to the door, Edge's hands still gently kneading at her neck. "It's okay, Matt, get back here."
Matt peered through the door again, his eyebrows raised, as he watched Edge continue his ministrations on Lita's neck. "You sure about that? I mean, if you and Edge are getting' jiggy with it."
"Lita and Edge are getting' jiggy with it?" Jeff asked as he entered the room. "About time."
Lita shook her head, wincing a little as the sudden action pulled one of her sore muscles. "Nobody's getting jiggy with anything!" she laughed, missing the brief look of disappointment on Edge's face. Matt and Jeff, however, didn't.
"Just had a run in with your dear brother," Jeff said in an attempt to change the conversation for Edge's sake. But he made a mental note to approach the man later. Dumping his bags onto the bench along the wall, he turned to face the others. "He's in a chipper mood, as always,"
"I'll bet," Edge smiled sadly. "He always was a pain in the ass when he was nervous. And he's always nervous before he goes out into the crowd."
"Probably worse now that he's a heel." Matt said a little spitefully.
"Yeah,"
Lita frowned, not liking the sad tone of Edge's voice. He had stopped massaging her neck and she placed the brace back on, accepting his help. She looked at his serious eyes through the mirror, knowing that it wasn't the simple task of closing the brace that was on his mind. She hated to see him like this, hated to see him so broken. But that's exactly what he was. Ever since Christian had turned his back on Edge, a part of the man had been broken. And Lita had to wonder if it could ever be fixed.
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End Part Three
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Sorry it's so short, but there's more to follow soon, I promise!
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!)
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Part Three
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Lita ran her fingers through her hair. It was a little darker than normal, but she supposed that was to be expected considering the fact that she'd allowed Jeff near it with some die. Although, considering the fact that he could have done as he joked and died it pink, she supposed it really wasn't that bad. Besides, as much as he liked to make people believe otherwise with his insane moves, he really did value his life, therefore Lita knew her hair was in good hands; Jeff would never purposely incur her wrath.
She scrunched up her nose as she tried to turn her neck. She really hated the neck brace, but unfortunately, she needed it. Sighing, she closed her eyes and tried to reach beneath the brace to rub her stiff neck a little. She jumped as a hand was placed on top of hers and looked into the mirror, her eyes locking with his.
"Still sore?" she shrugged and he nodded, his hands working the buckle and taking off the neck brace. He placed his hands around her neck and she instantly stiffened. "I won't hurt you."
"I know," she smiled. "Call it an instinctive reaction. But when someone wraps their hands around my neck and applies pressure, I think it's customary to freak.or possibly scream."
Edge smirked at her through the mirror and began to massage her neck. "If you really want to scream, I can think of a much better way."
Lita smiled and blushed a little at his implication. "I'm sure you can, but I'll bet it's nothing to what I can come up with."
Edge's grin widened. "Remind me to let you show me that."
"If you need reminding, then maybe you're not worth it," she said with a playful grin.
"Oh, trust me," he whispered, leaning in, his breath brushing against her ear. "I'm worth it."
Lita stared into the mirror, her eyes not leaving his for moment. He was staring at her with an unreadable expression and it made her slightly nervous. His hands were working at her neck with a tender touch and she bit back a moan as he hit a sensitive spot.
Edge smiled. "I think I'll have to file that away for later use," he said, still whispering in her ear.
"Hey Li, you know where, I'm sorry, I think I'll leave."
Lita laughed and turned to the door, Edge's hands still gently kneading at her neck. "It's okay, Matt, get back here."
Matt peered through the door again, his eyebrows raised, as he watched Edge continue his ministrations on Lita's neck. "You sure about that? I mean, if you and Edge are getting' jiggy with it."
"Lita and Edge are getting' jiggy with it?" Jeff asked as he entered the room. "About time."
Lita shook her head, wincing a little as the sudden action pulled one of her sore muscles. "Nobody's getting jiggy with anything!" she laughed, missing the brief look of disappointment on Edge's face. Matt and Jeff, however, didn't.
"Just had a run in with your dear brother," Jeff said in an attempt to change the conversation for Edge's sake. But he made a mental note to approach the man later. Dumping his bags onto the bench along the wall, he turned to face the others. "He's in a chipper mood, as always,"
"I'll bet," Edge smiled sadly. "He always was a pain in the ass when he was nervous. And he's always nervous before he goes out into the crowd."
"Probably worse now that he's a heel." Matt said a little spitefully.
"Yeah,"
Lita frowned, not liking the sad tone of Edge's voice. He had stopped massaging her neck and she placed the brace back on, accepting his help. She looked at his serious eyes through the mirror, knowing that it wasn't the simple task of closing the brace that was on his mind. She hated to see him like this, hated to see him so broken. But that's exactly what he was. Ever since Christian had turned his back on Edge, a part of the man had been broken. And Lita had to wonder if it could ever be fixed.
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End Part Three
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Sorry it's so short, but there's more to follow soon, I promise!