Title: Endless Love
Author: Crimson Coin CrimsonCoinyahoo.com
Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points.
Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.
Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.
Archiving: Ask me first.
June 14, 2004
Trish Stratus pressed a hand into her weary eyes as she made her way down the arena corridor. A ragged sigh on her breath, she pushed into her private locker room, her eyes immediately falling on the form of a familiar individual.
He was unmoving, his eyes downcast and head bowed, his hair hanging loosely over his face to block everything from view. His shoulders slumped, his body sagged. He was worn.
She sighed, walking into the room and tossing her belt on her duffle bag. "Jeff, what are you doing here?"
He looked up, his eyes drawn and haggered, nearly black with the sleepless circles under his usually bright green eyes.
Trish shook her head, eyeing him. "What? What could possibly bring you here?"
"I don't know, Trish." He snarled in an unusually harsh tone. "Let's see, shall we? Let's see what could possibly be bothering me. Well, first of all, Lita seems to be pregnant with Kane's love child. Edge and Stacey are fighting yet again, Chris Jericho is a total ass and I haven't talked to him because he can't manage to do anything but bad mouth you, I haven't talked to my brother because I just can't, Edge isn't returning my calls and I have no where else to fucking be."
She closed her eyes as his tone grew more panged with each passing word. "You shouldn't be here."
"And where should I be?" he asked. "Where? I don't belong anywhere, Trish. I don't belong anywhere anymore."
"Then why do you stay."
Jeff jumped to his feet, speaking low and deep as he drew closer to her. "Because I can't leave. Where would I go? What would I do? There's nothing for me anywhere. I'm just some lost wandering soul with nothing left in this world. I should just take my own life and be done with it."
"Don't be so foolish," she said dryly, turning from him to dig through her bag.
"Is it really so foolish?" He laughed. "And your indifference only sparks my reasoning."
"Don't accuse me of what you don't know!" Trish snapped, turning cold angered eyes on him. "I am not indifferent to you. Forgive me if I seem cold, but I've been through a lot this past week."
Jeff closed his eyes. "I'm sorry." He said, softly then paused a moment to gather himself. "Why are you so harsh with her? With Lita? You have no more qualm with her."
"I do."
He shook his head, forcing his eyes open. "What? Chris can't possibly still be ..."
"Not Chris," she said harshly then quickly lowered her voice. "Not Chris." She sighed. "It's you. I ... I target her for you. Are you happy?"
He cocked his head, his eyes curious as he gazed at her. "Me? But ... why?"
Trish stepped close to him, reaching out a shaky hand. Worriedly, she moved slow, cautious until her hand cupped his cheek. His skin was clammy, balmy and cold. Her eyes glassed as she brushed her thumb along his lips then chin before reluctantly pulling back. He seemed to cringe when she moved away as if he did not wish to lose her touch. But she just couldn't bring herself to keep it. "If only she saw what she could have had in you."
A sick sneer pulled his lips. "She has Matt. She doesn't need me and never did. I pined for months and for what. Just so I can be discarded like a lump of unwanted flesh. Tossed to the dogs without a second thought. She digs her own grave now. I don't care what happens to her."
Trish smiled, with an easy shake of the head. "You lie, Jeff. You care and it's only a matter of time until you run to her or your brother's aid."
Jeff brushed past her, keeping her to his back. "Do you enjoy provoking me? And anyway, if I'm such a great guy and a great person or whatever why did you break it off with me."
"Because I could never love you the way you loved me." She answered simply.
He chuckled. "Blunt. Honest ... but blunt."
"That's how I feel."
He glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes yearning to hers. "Is that still how you feel?"
Trish gave a sad nod. "Yes. I'm not the girl for you, Jeff. I never was."
"Then why did you go out with me?" He turned to her suddenly, an accusatory glance in his eyes. "You knew how I felt from the start. You knew how much I liked you, you ... you knew and still you were with me. Do you think that was fair to me?"
"No," Trish answered with only the slightest bit of remorse in her eyes. "No, it wasn't fair. But is anything fair?" A painful laugh slipped from her lips. "I can say that I haven't been treated fairly ... ever."
"I'm sorry." He apologized again. "It's just ..." he reached out, brushing his fingers along her cheek. "Sometimes I wish that ... that I could have been the man for you."
"I don't." she said and only cocked her head at the crushed look that graced his face. "Because then I wouldn't have you like this."
"But I could still be here for you like this if we were together." He answered, quickly. "I changed for you. You ..." he chuckled, a tweaked smile pulling at his lips. "You have this ability to change men, Trish Stratus. And you changed me."
"But that's why." She said, gently, grabbing his hand in both hers. "That's why you're not the man for me. Because you changed. You willingly gave up everything you are to try and please me and I don't want that power over a man."
"You had that power over Chris."
Trish shuddered at the mention of his name but she refused to show any weakness. "No, I didn't. He didn't change who he was for me. He was always that man, but he only allowed himself to be him with me. If that even made sense."
Jeff ducked his head. "I understand. You're saying that I changed to be the man you wanted ... and Jericho was always him. But it just took a little motivating for Chris to show himself."
She gave a sad nod. "Yeah." She said, softly. "Yeah, that's right."
He blinked, furiously, looking to the ceiling. "I'm not the man for you. I'm not the man for Lita. Am I even a man?"
"Of course you are." Trish breathed. "You're an amazing man. The man right here with me right now. You're sweet and affectionate and caring and handsome and loving and selfless. It takes a real man to be all that and still be aggressive in defending himself and those he cares about. Like you did me last week to Chris."
Jeff nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Do you still love Chris?"
Again, she shied away at the mention of his name, her eyes averted to the side. "I don't know. He struck me, Jeff. I remember his words when he said that I could attack him with a bat and he would never strike me and last week ... he struck me. And in his eyes there was nothing but hatred, no remorse even after it was done. I know I'm no angel but ..."
"Yes, you are." Jeff said, quickly, meeting her eyes. "You are and I don't care about those tapes and I don't care how many men you've been with or what you've done. I know you. And I know you weren't with a man the entire time you were with Chris."
Trish ducked her head, backing away from Jeff's close proximity. "That makes no difference. And there's no excuse for who I am and what I've done. I'm a whore."
"Stop it."
"It's true." She took a moment, taking a deep breath. "It's true and I know it. You know it. That was me on every clip of that tape. I did that. I had sex with every one of those men. And more that weren't even shown and others that weren't recorded." She raised a finger silencing the other man. "And no matter what, there is no one at fault but me. I did it. I knew what I was doing."
Jeff tilted his head, his eyes full of affection and kindness. "Trish, you don't have to use your body in order to please."
"Yes, Jeff." She answered. "I do. It's all I have. It's all I am." A sad smile tugged at her lips. "It's all I know."
He glanced around the room then at his watch. "Chris is probably on now. You aren't watching?"
She shook her head. "I don't care what he does. He wouldn't listen to me. I was willing to tell him everything last week. I was ready to just fall to my knees and tell him everything. And he wouldn't let me. He didn't want to hear it."
"He's a fool."
"Trish!" a booming voice called as a vicious knock resounded on the door. "Trish, I hear voices are you ok?"
The door burst open and Jeff jumped, his eyes widening as Tyson Tomko barged in. The big man's eyes fired and as Tyson walked forward, Jeff prepared to defend himself.
Trish stepped between the two men, her hands raised. "Tyson, don't." As the big man stopped, she approached him, her hands placed affectionately on his arms. "It's ok. Jeff is a friend of mine and he'd never hurt me. There's no need to worry."
Tyson's eyes narrowed. "You hurt her ... I'll kill you. I swear it."
Jeff kept his head high. "If I hurt her ... I'll let you."
Tyson nodded, satisfied with the answer before turning his eyes back on Trish. "Are you going to stay in my room tonight or with Randy again?"
Jeff furrowed his brow, confusion settling in.
"I'm staying with Randy." Trish stated. "Don't wait up, I'll be fine. All my things are here and I'm just going back to his hotel with him. Then I'm going home for a few days."
"Ok," Tyson answered. "You need me ... you call. Ok?"
Trish smiled, giving the big man a hug. "Thanks."
Tyson glared at the youngest Hardy as he left and when the door swung shut, Jeff stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Randy? You ... you're staying with Randy? And with Tomko? Are ... Are you sleeping with both of them? Are ... "
Trish closed her eyes, slowly turning to him as he trailed off. "I'm staying with Randy. I'm sleeping with Randy and have been for about a week. I'm not sleeping with Tyson."
Jeff licked his lips, worry and sorrow filling him. "Why? Trish, God, why?"
"Because he appreciates me."
"No, Sweetheart." Jeff said, softly. "He doesn't appreciate you. He appreciates the fact that you'll spre ..." he stopped speaking, looking to the ground.
She laughed, sinisterly. "I'll what? What, Jeff? Say it. What were you going to say? Because I spread my legs for him? Go on. Say it. That's what you were going to say."
"I didn't mean ..."
"That doesn't matter." She interrupted. "It doesn't matter. That's what you were going to say and you're right. I spread my legs for him. He likes that. He appreciates that. The months I spent on Chris and he never appreciated me. I should have just slept with him on day one when I went to him in his locker room way back in October and things would be different. But no. I had to try and be honorable or something. I had to flirt and to tease and to try and have a real relationship with him. It only proves what I've always known. A man won't appreciate me unless I fuck him."
Jeff shook his head. "I never needed that to appreciate you. The sex was secondary. I didn't care about it."
She laughed.
"I mean it." He said intensely, stepping to her and touching her face. "I ... mean it. Hell, who am I kidding. Just looking at you right now, it's so easy for me to see why I fell in love with you. And the sex had absolutely nothing to do with it."
Trish didn't respond at first, her eyes locked on his, searching his stark green eyes. A sincere smile slipped onto her face and she reached up to take his hand. "You are a rare sort, Jeff Hardy. Blest is the woman who can finally claim your heart."
Jeff licked his lips, his voice dropping with emotions. "Would I not be better than Randy? He'll hurt you. He's using you. I won't hurt you and ..."
She pressed her hands to his lips, silencing him. "Not you."
"Why?"
She shook her head, her eyes glassed and filled with unshed tears. "Because I'd only hurt you in the end."
His eyes closed, he ducked his head. "I'd fall in love with you again, instantly."
"I know. And that's why I can't." she said, gently. "I know you will and I can't hurt you again. I've hurt enough men."
"But Randy? What about Chris?"
"What about him?" she responded. "I was mistaken about him. Do you know how many men I've loved only to have them break my heart? The only time I don't get hurt is ... well, it's when I do like what I'm doing with Randy." She glanced casually at her watch. "Look, his match should be over soon and he'll be waiting for me. I've got to head over to his locker room."
Jeff watched, helpless as she shouldered her bag and new belt. As she walked to the door, he took a step. "Promise me." She paused, waiting for him to continue. "Promise me that if anything goes wrong. Anything I don't care where you are or what it is, you call me."
Trish offered him a saddened smile. "I know I'll always have you, Jeff. Just like I have Tyson and Christian."
"Promise me."
"I swear." She said seriously then ducked her head, gathering her thoughts. "But I want you to promise me something too."
"Name it." He said, quickly, more than willing to do anything she wished. And from the look in her eyes, he knew she was thinking about something important, something still dear to her heart.
"I ..." She quickly shook her head. "Forget it."
"Trish," he raced after her as she pushed out the door. But as he glanced down the hall, he only saw a flash of blonde as she turned a corner. He sighed, his arm dropping hopelessly to his side. She was gone.
(All done with this chapter. Tell me what you think, and if you want me to continue.)
Author: Crimson Coin CrimsonCoinyahoo.com
Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points.
Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.
Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.
Archiving: Ask me first.
June 14, 2004
Trish Stratus pressed a hand into her weary eyes as she made her way down the arena corridor. A ragged sigh on her breath, she pushed into her private locker room, her eyes immediately falling on the form of a familiar individual.
He was unmoving, his eyes downcast and head bowed, his hair hanging loosely over his face to block everything from view. His shoulders slumped, his body sagged. He was worn.
She sighed, walking into the room and tossing her belt on her duffle bag. "Jeff, what are you doing here?"
He looked up, his eyes drawn and haggered, nearly black with the sleepless circles under his usually bright green eyes.
Trish shook her head, eyeing him. "What? What could possibly bring you here?"
"I don't know, Trish." He snarled in an unusually harsh tone. "Let's see, shall we? Let's see what could possibly be bothering me. Well, first of all, Lita seems to be pregnant with Kane's love child. Edge and Stacey are fighting yet again, Chris Jericho is a total ass and I haven't talked to him because he can't manage to do anything but bad mouth you, I haven't talked to my brother because I just can't, Edge isn't returning my calls and I have no where else to fucking be."
She closed her eyes as his tone grew more panged with each passing word. "You shouldn't be here."
"And where should I be?" he asked. "Where? I don't belong anywhere, Trish. I don't belong anywhere anymore."
"Then why do you stay."
Jeff jumped to his feet, speaking low and deep as he drew closer to her. "Because I can't leave. Where would I go? What would I do? There's nothing for me anywhere. I'm just some lost wandering soul with nothing left in this world. I should just take my own life and be done with it."
"Don't be so foolish," she said dryly, turning from him to dig through her bag.
"Is it really so foolish?" He laughed. "And your indifference only sparks my reasoning."
"Don't accuse me of what you don't know!" Trish snapped, turning cold angered eyes on him. "I am not indifferent to you. Forgive me if I seem cold, but I've been through a lot this past week."
Jeff closed his eyes. "I'm sorry." He said, softly then paused a moment to gather himself. "Why are you so harsh with her? With Lita? You have no more qualm with her."
"I do."
He shook his head, forcing his eyes open. "What? Chris can't possibly still be ..."
"Not Chris," she said harshly then quickly lowered her voice. "Not Chris." She sighed. "It's you. I ... I target her for you. Are you happy?"
He cocked his head, his eyes curious as he gazed at her. "Me? But ... why?"
Trish stepped close to him, reaching out a shaky hand. Worriedly, she moved slow, cautious until her hand cupped his cheek. His skin was clammy, balmy and cold. Her eyes glassed as she brushed her thumb along his lips then chin before reluctantly pulling back. He seemed to cringe when she moved away as if he did not wish to lose her touch. But she just couldn't bring herself to keep it. "If only she saw what she could have had in you."
A sick sneer pulled his lips. "She has Matt. She doesn't need me and never did. I pined for months and for what. Just so I can be discarded like a lump of unwanted flesh. Tossed to the dogs without a second thought. She digs her own grave now. I don't care what happens to her."
Trish smiled, with an easy shake of the head. "You lie, Jeff. You care and it's only a matter of time until you run to her or your brother's aid."
Jeff brushed past her, keeping her to his back. "Do you enjoy provoking me? And anyway, if I'm such a great guy and a great person or whatever why did you break it off with me."
"Because I could never love you the way you loved me." She answered simply.
He chuckled. "Blunt. Honest ... but blunt."
"That's how I feel."
He glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes yearning to hers. "Is that still how you feel?"
Trish gave a sad nod. "Yes. I'm not the girl for you, Jeff. I never was."
"Then why did you go out with me?" He turned to her suddenly, an accusatory glance in his eyes. "You knew how I felt from the start. You knew how much I liked you, you ... you knew and still you were with me. Do you think that was fair to me?"
"No," Trish answered with only the slightest bit of remorse in her eyes. "No, it wasn't fair. But is anything fair?" A painful laugh slipped from her lips. "I can say that I haven't been treated fairly ... ever."
"I'm sorry." He apologized again. "It's just ..." he reached out, brushing his fingers along her cheek. "Sometimes I wish that ... that I could have been the man for you."
"I don't." she said and only cocked her head at the crushed look that graced his face. "Because then I wouldn't have you like this."
"But I could still be here for you like this if we were together." He answered, quickly. "I changed for you. You ..." he chuckled, a tweaked smile pulling at his lips. "You have this ability to change men, Trish Stratus. And you changed me."
"But that's why." She said, gently, grabbing his hand in both hers. "That's why you're not the man for me. Because you changed. You willingly gave up everything you are to try and please me and I don't want that power over a man."
"You had that power over Chris."
Trish shuddered at the mention of his name but she refused to show any weakness. "No, I didn't. He didn't change who he was for me. He was always that man, but he only allowed himself to be him with me. If that even made sense."
Jeff ducked his head. "I understand. You're saying that I changed to be the man you wanted ... and Jericho was always him. But it just took a little motivating for Chris to show himself."
She gave a sad nod. "Yeah." She said, softly. "Yeah, that's right."
He blinked, furiously, looking to the ceiling. "I'm not the man for you. I'm not the man for Lita. Am I even a man?"
"Of course you are." Trish breathed. "You're an amazing man. The man right here with me right now. You're sweet and affectionate and caring and handsome and loving and selfless. It takes a real man to be all that and still be aggressive in defending himself and those he cares about. Like you did me last week to Chris."
Jeff nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Do you still love Chris?"
Again, she shied away at the mention of his name, her eyes averted to the side. "I don't know. He struck me, Jeff. I remember his words when he said that I could attack him with a bat and he would never strike me and last week ... he struck me. And in his eyes there was nothing but hatred, no remorse even after it was done. I know I'm no angel but ..."
"Yes, you are." Jeff said, quickly, meeting her eyes. "You are and I don't care about those tapes and I don't care how many men you've been with or what you've done. I know you. And I know you weren't with a man the entire time you were with Chris."
Trish ducked her head, backing away from Jeff's close proximity. "That makes no difference. And there's no excuse for who I am and what I've done. I'm a whore."
"Stop it."
"It's true." She took a moment, taking a deep breath. "It's true and I know it. You know it. That was me on every clip of that tape. I did that. I had sex with every one of those men. And more that weren't even shown and others that weren't recorded." She raised a finger silencing the other man. "And no matter what, there is no one at fault but me. I did it. I knew what I was doing."
Jeff tilted his head, his eyes full of affection and kindness. "Trish, you don't have to use your body in order to please."
"Yes, Jeff." She answered. "I do. It's all I have. It's all I am." A sad smile tugged at her lips. "It's all I know."
He glanced around the room then at his watch. "Chris is probably on now. You aren't watching?"
She shook her head. "I don't care what he does. He wouldn't listen to me. I was willing to tell him everything last week. I was ready to just fall to my knees and tell him everything. And he wouldn't let me. He didn't want to hear it."
"He's a fool."
"Trish!" a booming voice called as a vicious knock resounded on the door. "Trish, I hear voices are you ok?"
The door burst open and Jeff jumped, his eyes widening as Tyson Tomko barged in. The big man's eyes fired and as Tyson walked forward, Jeff prepared to defend himself.
Trish stepped between the two men, her hands raised. "Tyson, don't." As the big man stopped, she approached him, her hands placed affectionately on his arms. "It's ok. Jeff is a friend of mine and he'd never hurt me. There's no need to worry."
Tyson's eyes narrowed. "You hurt her ... I'll kill you. I swear it."
Jeff kept his head high. "If I hurt her ... I'll let you."
Tyson nodded, satisfied with the answer before turning his eyes back on Trish. "Are you going to stay in my room tonight or with Randy again?"
Jeff furrowed his brow, confusion settling in.
"I'm staying with Randy." Trish stated. "Don't wait up, I'll be fine. All my things are here and I'm just going back to his hotel with him. Then I'm going home for a few days."
"Ok," Tyson answered. "You need me ... you call. Ok?"
Trish smiled, giving the big man a hug. "Thanks."
Tyson glared at the youngest Hardy as he left and when the door swung shut, Jeff stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Randy? You ... you're staying with Randy? And with Tomko? Are ... Are you sleeping with both of them? Are ... "
Trish closed her eyes, slowly turning to him as he trailed off. "I'm staying with Randy. I'm sleeping with Randy and have been for about a week. I'm not sleeping with Tyson."
Jeff licked his lips, worry and sorrow filling him. "Why? Trish, God, why?"
"Because he appreciates me."
"No, Sweetheart." Jeff said, softly. "He doesn't appreciate you. He appreciates the fact that you'll spre ..." he stopped speaking, looking to the ground.
She laughed, sinisterly. "I'll what? What, Jeff? Say it. What were you going to say? Because I spread my legs for him? Go on. Say it. That's what you were going to say."
"I didn't mean ..."
"That doesn't matter." She interrupted. "It doesn't matter. That's what you were going to say and you're right. I spread my legs for him. He likes that. He appreciates that. The months I spent on Chris and he never appreciated me. I should have just slept with him on day one when I went to him in his locker room way back in October and things would be different. But no. I had to try and be honorable or something. I had to flirt and to tease and to try and have a real relationship with him. It only proves what I've always known. A man won't appreciate me unless I fuck him."
Jeff shook his head. "I never needed that to appreciate you. The sex was secondary. I didn't care about it."
She laughed.
"I mean it." He said intensely, stepping to her and touching her face. "I ... mean it. Hell, who am I kidding. Just looking at you right now, it's so easy for me to see why I fell in love with you. And the sex had absolutely nothing to do with it."
Trish didn't respond at first, her eyes locked on his, searching his stark green eyes. A sincere smile slipped onto her face and she reached up to take his hand. "You are a rare sort, Jeff Hardy. Blest is the woman who can finally claim your heart."
Jeff licked his lips, his voice dropping with emotions. "Would I not be better than Randy? He'll hurt you. He's using you. I won't hurt you and ..."
She pressed her hands to his lips, silencing him. "Not you."
"Why?"
She shook her head, her eyes glassed and filled with unshed tears. "Because I'd only hurt you in the end."
His eyes closed, he ducked his head. "I'd fall in love with you again, instantly."
"I know. And that's why I can't." she said, gently. "I know you will and I can't hurt you again. I've hurt enough men."
"But Randy? What about Chris?"
"What about him?" she responded. "I was mistaken about him. Do you know how many men I've loved only to have them break my heart? The only time I don't get hurt is ... well, it's when I do like what I'm doing with Randy." She glanced casually at her watch. "Look, his match should be over soon and he'll be waiting for me. I've got to head over to his locker room."
Jeff watched, helpless as she shouldered her bag and new belt. As she walked to the door, he took a step. "Promise me." She paused, waiting for him to continue. "Promise me that if anything goes wrong. Anything I don't care where you are or what it is, you call me."
Trish offered him a saddened smile. "I know I'll always have you, Jeff. Just like I have Tyson and Christian."
"Promise me."
"I swear." She said seriously then ducked her head, gathering her thoughts. "But I want you to promise me something too."
"Name it." He said, quickly, more than willing to do anything she wished. And from the look in her eyes, he knew she was thinking about something important, something still dear to her heart.
"I ..." She quickly shook her head. "Forget it."
"Trish," he raced after her as she pushed out the door. But as he glanced down the hall, he only saw a flash of blonde as she turned a corner. He sighed, his arm dropping hopelessly to his side. She was gone.
(All done with this chapter. Tell me what you think, and if you want me to continue.)