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 Four
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Christian paced across the floor of his changing room. Luckily most of the Smackdown! Superstars that he was sharing with weren't there, only Mark Henry sat in the corner, and the large man was making it more than obvious that he was ignoring the young man. Not that it bothered Christian, he was more than happy to be ignored.
He looked up to the monitor, knowing that with each passing match he was being brought closer to the event he really didn't want to happen. He knew Edge hated him, and he knew that he deserved it. He deserved it. She could tell him it wasn't his fault as many times as she liked, but he deserved it. It wouldn't have happened it he didn't. Because things like that shouldn't happen unless you deserved it. But not to her. She hadn't deserved it.the conflict of the two thoughts often brought a frown to his face, it didn't matter how many times he thought of it, he still blamed himself for what they did to him.but those alliance members? What they had done to her was their fault.
He still remembered it vividly, he hadn't really cared about anything at that time, nothing but the fact that he couldn't make them stop, nothing but the pain and.it was all that occupied his mind, he hadn't really been there for his brother, hadn't been there to properly congratulate him, instead his actions had come across as jealousy.and as long as no one figured out the truth he supposed it didn't really matter.except that he had wanted Edge to figure it out.he'd wanted his bog brother to be there for him and.no. It wasn't Edge's fault it was his.
And then he'd found her, he'd seen her lying in a pool of blood, too much like what he was experiencing at the time and suddenly he'd had someone else to care for, someone else that he could focus his energy on, someone to focus on entirely, to make sure that he didn't have to think about what was happening to him.
"Hey, man, relax!"
Christian turned to the door, biting back a groan as he realised that he'd have to talk to Lance and Test now. The other men entered and Test handed him a bottle of water before taking a seat next to Lance. Christian watched as the two men exchanged a glance and as much as his partners liked to think so, he wasn't stupid. He knew the looks were about him. They knew that something was wrong and the last thing he needed was them trying to figure out what it was.
"Okay, plans for this evening," Test began and Christian was thankful that the man seemed to decide to let it drop.at least for the moment. Test turned to Mark Henry and raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me, can we help you?"
The world's strongest man looked up and frowned. "I highly doubt it."
Test stood and smirked at him. "I don't think you quite got my meaning, so why don't I just spell it out? Beat it."
Mark stood and walked towards Test, squaring up to the taller man, not daunted in the least. "I think you might want to think about who you're talking to."
"Oh, I know who I'm talking to."
"What's up?" The men turned to Farooq as he leaned against the doorway.
"Nothing." Christian replied, not wanting to start anything. Lance and Test narrowed their eyes at him, but he blatantly ignored them. "I'm going for a walk," he said and left the room.
As he began to walk down the corridor he sighed, knowing that he'd have to explain his actions later, and that meant making something up. Glancing up at a monitor as he passed, he grinned, watching as Ric Flair and Hulk Hogan congratulated Jeff on his win, knowing that his friend all but worshiped those men. His smile faded, not his friend, his former friend, in fact it had been a long time since Jeff had been a friend. The thought saddened him. He remembered a time when the five of them had gone out after every show, having as much fun as the clubs would allow.
He smiled, remembering that he used to watch Edge pining after the sparky redhead who seemed as oblivious to his affections for her as the Hardyz were. And he knew that Edge was happy the Hardyz hadn't noticed, his brother had been sure that the two southerners would have kicked his ass the minute they found out, and Christian had taken great delight in teasing him about that. But those days were so long gone that he was struggling to keep the memories alive. But he had to; memories were all that he had left, memories of a happier time, and her.
He continued to walk through the halls, knowing that with every step he was edging closer to the time when he'd have to go out to the ring and try to beat up Hulk Hogan and his brother. He remembered when they were younger, cheering the older man on, running about the house in their Hulkamania t- shirts screaming; "Whatcha gonna do?" at each other.
They had both idolised the man, just like most of the wrestlers that were here had and now his brother held the tag titles with him.and he couldn't celebrate with him. They used to joke about it when they were younger. Holding the titles with Hulk Hogan, sharing a belt, taking match about. It was a silly childish dream, but for Edge, it had come true. He was tag champion with Hulk Hogan, and Christian was left behind to congratulate his brother in the shadows.
"Ouch, watch where you're goin', man."
"Sorry," he mumbled, instantly recognising the Southern drawl as Jeff Hardy's. He tried to continue walking, but the other man stopped him.
"Hey," Christian looked up at the European champ and made eye contact for the first time in what seemed like forever. Jeff frowned and continued. "No problem,"
Christian nodded and turned away, leaving behind a very confused Hardy brother.
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End Part Four
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I would like to point out that I had wanted to make this a Christian/Lita fic in reply to a request that Karen made ages ago, but for the purposes of the storyline, it wouldn't work! Sorry, I'll try next time!
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 Four
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Christian paced across the floor of his changing room. Luckily most of the Smackdown! Superstars that he was sharing with weren't there, only Mark Henry sat in the corner, and the large man was making it more than obvious that he was ignoring the young man. Not that it bothered Christian, he was more than happy to be ignored.
He looked up to the monitor, knowing that with each passing match he was being brought closer to the event he really didn't want to happen. He knew Edge hated him, and he knew that he deserved it. He deserved it. She could tell him it wasn't his fault as many times as she liked, but he deserved it. It wouldn't have happened it he didn't. Because things like that shouldn't happen unless you deserved it. But not to her. She hadn't deserved it.the conflict of the two thoughts often brought a frown to his face, it didn't matter how many times he thought of it, he still blamed himself for what they did to him.but those alliance members? What they had done to her was their fault.
He still remembered it vividly, he hadn't really cared about anything at that time, nothing but the fact that he couldn't make them stop, nothing but the pain and.it was all that occupied his mind, he hadn't really been there for his brother, hadn't been there to properly congratulate him, instead his actions had come across as jealousy.and as long as no one figured out the truth he supposed it didn't really matter.except that he had wanted Edge to figure it out.he'd wanted his bog brother to be there for him and.no. It wasn't Edge's fault it was his.
And then he'd found her, he'd seen her lying in a pool of blood, too much like what he was experiencing at the time and suddenly he'd had someone else to care for, someone else that he could focus his energy on, someone to focus on entirely, to make sure that he didn't have to think about what was happening to him.
"Hey, man, relax!"
Christian turned to the door, biting back a groan as he realised that he'd have to talk to Lance and Test now. The other men entered and Test handed him a bottle of water before taking a seat next to Lance. Christian watched as the two men exchanged a glance and as much as his partners liked to think so, he wasn't stupid. He knew the looks were about him. They knew that something was wrong and the last thing he needed was them trying to figure out what it was.
"Okay, plans for this evening," Test began and Christian was thankful that the man seemed to decide to let it drop.at least for the moment. Test turned to Mark Henry and raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me, can we help you?"
The world's strongest man looked up and frowned. "I highly doubt it."
Test stood and smirked at him. "I don't think you quite got my meaning, so why don't I just spell it out? Beat it."
Mark stood and walked towards Test, squaring up to the taller man, not daunted in the least. "I think you might want to think about who you're talking to."
"Oh, I know who I'm talking to."
"What's up?" The men turned to Farooq as he leaned against the doorway.
"Nothing." Christian replied, not wanting to start anything. Lance and Test narrowed their eyes at him, but he blatantly ignored them. "I'm going for a walk," he said and left the room.
As he began to walk down the corridor he sighed, knowing that he'd have to explain his actions later, and that meant making something up. Glancing up at a monitor as he passed, he grinned, watching as Ric Flair and Hulk Hogan congratulated Jeff on his win, knowing that his friend all but worshiped those men. His smile faded, not his friend, his former friend, in fact it had been a long time since Jeff had been a friend. The thought saddened him. He remembered a time when the five of them had gone out after every show, having as much fun as the clubs would allow.
He smiled, remembering that he used to watch Edge pining after the sparky redhead who seemed as oblivious to his affections for her as the Hardyz were. And he knew that Edge was happy the Hardyz hadn't noticed, his brother had been sure that the two southerners would have kicked his ass the minute they found out, and Christian had taken great delight in teasing him about that. But those days were so long gone that he was struggling to keep the memories alive. But he had to; memories were all that he had left, memories of a happier time, and her.
He continued to walk through the halls, knowing that with every step he was edging closer to the time when he'd have to go out to the ring and try to beat up Hulk Hogan and his brother. He remembered when they were younger, cheering the older man on, running about the house in their Hulkamania t- shirts screaming; "Whatcha gonna do?" at each other.
They had both idolised the man, just like most of the wrestlers that were here had and now his brother held the tag titles with him.and he couldn't celebrate with him. They used to joke about it when they were younger. Holding the titles with Hulk Hogan, sharing a belt, taking match about. It was a silly childish dream, but for Edge, it had come true. He was tag champion with Hulk Hogan, and Christian was left behind to congratulate his brother in the shadows.
"Ouch, watch where you're goin', man."
"Sorry," he mumbled, instantly recognising the Southern drawl as Jeff Hardy's. He tried to continue walking, but the other man stopped him.
"Hey," Christian looked up at the European champ and made eye contact for the first time in what seemed like forever. Jeff frowned and continued. "No problem,"
Christian nodded and turned away, leaving behind a very confused Hardy brother.
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End Part Four
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I would like to point out that I had wanted to make this a Christian/Lita fic in reply to a request that Karen made ages ago, but for the purposes of the storyline, it wouldn't work! Sorry, I'll try next time!