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 Five
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Jeff frowned as he made his way back to his locker room, but tried to shake it off as people passed him by, smiling and congratulating him. He appreciated their response, appreciated that they thought he deserved his title. Hell, after those bruises from his ladder match a few weeks ago, he knew he deserved it. But the fact that his colleagues, the fact that legends like Hulk Hogan and Ric Flair thought he deserved it, that made him happier than he ever remembered being.
But that wasn't what was currently occupying his mind, instead all he could think about was the look on Christian's face. All he could remember was the sorrow in the man's eyes when he had finally looked at him. It had been like looking at the old Christian, a sad and sorrowful version of him, but nonetheless it had been the old Christian that he had seen.
He had to admit he hadn't been completely convinced when Christian had started acting strangely. The all knew the man was an actor, or as Edge always liked to put it, a liar, but there was something so false about the whole situation. Christian had never craved Gold, not after he and Edge had let the titles get to their heads. The younger man had, in fact, told Jeff that he never wanted to see Gold again in his life if he could help it. He still remembered the blonde Canadian cringing when watching old replays.
Something had never sat right with Jeff. The man he had once considered as his best friend, aside from Lita (and obviously Matt) had suddenly become withdrawn and nervous all the time. He refused to go out, saying that he was getting too old for clubbing, despite the fact that some of the people they were going out with were old enough to be a parent to him. But they had all accepted it, whenever they had questioned it, he never answered with a satisfactory reply, so they'd just stopped asking. And Jeff had always regretted that.
He made his way into his locker room and was instantly floored by a flurry of red. He laughed coughing as her hair went into his mouth. "Geez, Li, happy to see me?" he asked as the laughing redhead pulled herself up from the floor (and him) and extended her hand. She pulled him and instantly placed her hand on her neck.
"God, I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She laughed. "Yes, Jeff, I threw myself on top of you and *you* hurt *me*."
"You threw yourself on top of him? You really need to teach me your trade secrets, Hardy," Edge said, smirking as he came into the room. He reached out and shook Jeff's hand. "Great match, although I see my partner already told you that."
"Yes, Edge, do keep rubbing it in, why don't you?" Lita rolled her eyes. "How Hogan puts up with you, I'll never know. You're like.what was it you said? An eight year old child?"
"Hey, I resent that!"
"Yes, and the little pout you have going sthere really strengthens your objection."
"Bite me."
"Any time."
"Well, as amusing as this is, can I please congratulate my brother?" Matt asked, as Lita smiled and moved aside. Matt hugged Jeff and shook his head. "You're one crazy son of a bitch, congratulations."
"Thanks and thanks." Jeff pulled away and threw his title onto the bench next to his bag.
"I see this belt is going to end up like everything else you own. On the floor."
"Hey, it's on the bench." Jeff smiled. He shook his head, his face becoming serious again. "Listen, Edge, I don't know whether or not to say anything but."
"If you, Jeff Hardy, the man with no tact, is having to think about what he says, I think this is important enough for me to insist I know."
"Ha, ha." Jeff rolled his eyes. "Look.I just ran into Christian-"
"And you want me to beat him up for you?"
"No, listen, man, he was acting weird."
Edge frowned. "Weird, how?"
Jeff sighed. "I don't know, it was almost as if."
"As if what?" Lita asked, moving closer to Edge and placing a hand on his arm.
"As if, I don't know, it was like I was looking at the old Christian, the one we used to like. He just seemed, I dunno, sad."
"He always was a good actor," Edge said gruffly.
"Yeah," Jeff agreed. "He was. But I'm no longer so sure which Christian is the act."
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End Part Five
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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 Five
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Jeff frowned as he made his way back to his locker room, but tried to shake it off as people passed him by, smiling and congratulating him. He appreciated their response, appreciated that they thought he deserved his title. Hell, after those bruises from his ladder match a few weeks ago, he knew he deserved it. But the fact that his colleagues, the fact that legends like Hulk Hogan and Ric Flair thought he deserved it, that made him happier than he ever remembered being.
But that wasn't what was currently occupying his mind, instead all he could think about was the look on Christian's face. All he could remember was the sorrow in the man's eyes when he had finally looked at him. It had been like looking at the old Christian, a sad and sorrowful version of him, but nonetheless it had been the old Christian that he had seen.
He had to admit he hadn't been completely convinced when Christian had started acting strangely. The all knew the man was an actor, or as Edge always liked to put it, a liar, but there was something so false about the whole situation. Christian had never craved Gold, not after he and Edge had let the titles get to their heads. The younger man had, in fact, told Jeff that he never wanted to see Gold again in his life if he could help it. He still remembered the blonde Canadian cringing when watching old replays.
Something had never sat right with Jeff. The man he had once considered as his best friend, aside from Lita (and obviously Matt) had suddenly become withdrawn and nervous all the time. He refused to go out, saying that he was getting too old for clubbing, despite the fact that some of the people they were going out with were old enough to be a parent to him. But they had all accepted it, whenever they had questioned it, he never answered with a satisfactory reply, so they'd just stopped asking. And Jeff had always regretted that.
He made his way into his locker room and was instantly floored by a flurry of red. He laughed coughing as her hair went into his mouth. "Geez, Li, happy to see me?" he asked as the laughing redhead pulled herself up from the floor (and him) and extended her hand. She pulled him and instantly placed her hand on her neck.
"God, I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She laughed. "Yes, Jeff, I threw myself on top of you and *you* hurt *me*."
"You threw yourself on top of him? You really need to teach me your trade secrets, Hardy," Edge said, smirking as he came into the room. He reached out and shook Jeff's hand. "Great match, although I see my partner already told you that."
"Yes, Edge, do keep rubbing it in, why don't you?" Lita rolled her eyes. "How Hogan puts up with you, I'll never know. You're like.what was it you said? An eight year old child?"
"Hey, I resent that!"
"Yes, and the little pout you have going sthere really strengthens your objection."
"Bite me."
"Any time."
"Well, as amusing as this is, can I please congratulate my brother?" Matt asked, as Lita smiled and moved aside. Matt hugged Jeff and shook his head. "You're one crazy son of a bitch, congratulations."
"Thanks and thanks." Jeff pulled away and threw his title onto the bench next to his bag.
"I see this belt is going to end up like everything else you own. On the floor."
"Hey, it's on the bench." Jeff smiled. He shook his head, his face becoming serious again. "Listen, Edge, I don't know whether or not to say anything but."
"If you, Jeff Hardy, the man with no tact, is having to think about what he says, I think this is important enough for me to insist I know."
"Ha, ha." Jeff rolled his eyes. "Look.I just ran into Christian-"
"And you want me to beat him up for you?"
"No, listen, man, he was acting weird."
Edge frowned. "Weird, how?"
Jeff sighed. "I don't know, it was almost as if."
"As if what?" Lita asked, moving closer to Edge and placing a hand on his arm.
"As if, I don't know, it was like I was looking at the old Christian, the one we used to like. He just seemed, I dunno, sad."
"He always was a good actor," Edge said gruffly.
"Yeah," Jeff agreed. "He was. But I'm no longer so sure which Christian is the act."
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End Part Five
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