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 21, 2004
Chris Jericho laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist as he pushed through the locker room door. "Oh man, did you guys see that? With Rocky? Oh man, that was rich." Letting out a sigh, he glanced around the room. "Where's Edge?"
"He'll be right back." Jeff answered, coolly, his eyes glued on the screen.
Chris turned his attention there as well, his head cocked with amusement. "Oh ... Oh, that's my boy. Showed that little bitch who's boss." His smile brightened as Randy Orton reeled in pain on the mat of the ring.
Jeff remained composed.
Stacy smiled, her eyes dancing as she watched Edge walk back up the ramp. "Wasn't he wonderful?"
Chris only shook his head. "I really don't understand you two. One moment you're fighting then you're happy. Are you together or not or what?"
Stacy blushed, ducking her head. "Well, I ..."
The door burst open, Edge was panting. "Oh yeah! Did you see that?"
Chris chuckled, digging out his ring gear from his duffel bag. "Alright, I'm gonna get ready." He paused, fisting his tights then turned to the group. Nobody moved. "Uh," he cleared his throat. "Stace?"
"Oh?" Stacy jostled, her eyes fixed on the screen. "I don't mind. Go ahead."
Jericho sighed, turning his back as he changed. Then he heard the music ... her music. He pulled up his tights, turning to watch the screen, noting how engrossed Jeff seemed. "Must we really watch this?"
"Yes," Jeff answered, simply.
Sighing reluctantly, Chris rolled his eyes, refusing to watch. But the thought of her on that screen just so close pulled at him. He could hear her voice, taunting. And he couldn't look away.
Entranced, he watched the match. Watched every move, every motion. He couldn't tear his eyes away. He felt an emptied pang, a yearning fill him but he refused to cave, refused to give into the demand of his heart. He couldn't stop the breathy curse that slipped from his lips when Victoria landed a hard kick on Trish's jaw.
Nobody reacted to him
He was thankful no one seemed to notice his sudden worry and concern. His eyes hardened at the sight of Tomko and when the bell finally rung, he couldn't keep that hatred from his eyes. The way that Tomko acted, treated Trish. It made him sick. He just wanted to run down there and ... no.
Chris quickly shook his head. What was he thinking? What came over him? "Fuck," he sighed.
Jeff stood.
"Where you going?" Chris snapped, though his tone caught even himself off guard. He didn't mean to snap.
But Jeff was easily irritable and turned angered eyes on the other man. "What's it to you?"
"I was just asking," Chris responded with spite. Where did Jeff get off with such an attitude. "Jesus, God forbid I ask you a question. I was just asking where you were going?"
"Well, if you must know," Jeff sneered. "Though I don't see why you'd care. I'm going to see Trish. That kick she took seemed to really knock her for a loop. And I'm worried about her. You know ... worry? Care? Two emotions you'd never know."
As Jeff turned his back, Chris felt a flair of fuming jealousy rise in his core. His heart raced, his body surged. And in that second for reasons beyond his control, Chris wanted to kill Jeff Hardy. "Who you kidding Jeff?" He snarled. "You need a fuck that bad? You just want her to crawl into your bed again."
Jeff let out a chuckle then turned his head, his arm outstretched on the door. The laughter died, and his eyes locked on Jericho's. "Better my arms ... than yours."
Shocked, Jericho couldn't respond as the door swung shut and deafening silence filled the room. With a booming roar, Chris picked up his bag and hurled it across the room, the contents spilling everywhere. Growling, he recoiled and threw a hard punch into the locker. Another punch then another, he attacked the metal locker with thundering energy and anger.
"Chris," Edge burst out. "Chris!" He rushed forward, grabbing Chris's arms and kept him from doing anything else. Gathering his energy, Edge threw the other man across the room. "Chill Out!" he demanded.
A string of curses rang from Chris's lips and Jericho clenched his fists, his entire body tensing with his frustration.
"Look at me!"
Jericho glared up.
"You had better get yourself in control." Edge said sternly. "We have a match in less than half an hour so you had better be fucking ready."
"I'll be ready."
"You're not listening to me." Edge yelled. "Randy and Dave are gonna try to kill us because that's what Evolution does. And for some reason, it seems that Randy of all people has been gunning for your ass. Dave is a monster and we have to be on our top guard and our top performance. Which means no distractions." Edge raised a finger, pointing at his partner. "Which means get that girl and all this shit outta your head."
Jericho did nothing. Only glared.
"I fucking swear, you son of a bitch." Edge snarled. "I don't wanna get hurt out there and I know you don't either. So get your fucking act together. Ok?"
"Alright." Jericho growled. "I'm gonna go get some air. And cool off."
"You do that." Edge called after his friend and when the door slammed closed, he fell back limply onto the couch.
Stacy sat beside him, reaching out a soft hand to touch his arm. "It'll be ok." She said, gently. "It has to be. Just be careful out there."
Edge nodded. "I will."
A soft rasp pulled their attention to the door and both turned their heads. Slowly, the door eased open and a wary head peaked inside.
"Lita?" Edge stood.
Lita forced a smile as Stacy charged over to her. "Hi."
"Oh, Lita." Stacy squealed, hugging her friend. "This is so wonderful. Did you tell Matt? How is everything? How are you?"
Lita nodded. "I'm fine. I told him this past weekend and he's really excited."
Stacy clapped her hands, unable to withhold her excitement. "Oh this is so wonderful. I'm going to go find Matt." She turned to Edge, taking his hand. "You be careful out there."
"I will," Edge promised with a soft smile and he kept the smile on his face as Stacy bounced out the door. Serious again, he looked at Lita, eyeing her down turned head curiously though he didn't speak.
Lita swallowed hard. "Have ... have you seen Jeff?"
"He's with Trish." Edge answered simply.
A flash of pain and betrayal flashed in her eyes and she looked up, locking gazes. "Trish?"
Edge nodded. "Yeah, Trish."
"Oh," She sighed, nervously rubbing the back of her neck as she looked up to a far corner of the room. "If ... if you see him, can you tell him I was looking for him."
Edge nodded again. "I'll tell him." As Lita turned towards the door, he took a step forward. "Lita,"
She froze.
He only exhaled a breath. "If you ever need me. I'm here."
A genuine smile slipped onto her lips. "Thank you." She mumbled then walked out the door, leaving Edge alone.
Tyson Tomko cradled Trish against his powerful chest, walking through the arena and to the trainers.
"You can put me down." She said softly. "I'm ok."
"I don't believe you. Plus, Randy was pretty worried and made me promise to have you checked out. And I'm worried too, that stupid slut hit you so hard, where does she come off kicking you like that. So to ease my conscious and Randy's, I'm taking you to the trainers." He said, sternly, never breaking his stride despite her struggle. "So I will carry you, kicking and screaming to the trainers if I must."
She giggled, snuggling into his chest. "Well if you insist, maybe I'll just catch a few winks."
Tomko chuckled, holding her close and precious and he pushed into the trainers' room. With gentle delicateness, he laid her on the medical table then took a few steps back.
Trish opened her eyes, looking up at him. A warm smile graced her lips at his slight blush and he looked away from her. "You're so sweet to me, Tyson."
"Christian would have my hide if I wasn't."
She cocked her head. "So are you saying that you wouldn't be if it wasn't for Christian?"
Shyly, he shook his head. "I'm gonna ... I'm gonna go to catering and get something to eat. I'm really hungry. I'll come back and check on you in a bit." That said, he made it quickly out the door.
"Seems like he's quite smitten with you."
Trish turned her eyes to the soft female voice that spoke. A gentle smile pulled at her lips again. "Yeah, it ... it seems that he is."
The female trainer laughed. "Alright, let me take a look at you."
"I haven't seen you here before." Trish said. "Are you new?"
"Fairly," the woman answered. "I've only been on a few weeks. Hmmm ... does this hurt?"
"No."
"You're fine."
"I know."
The woman laughed. "Then why are you here?"
Trish shrugged. "Tyson was worried and refused to let me alone unless he dragged me here."
"Wow," the woman's smile grew warm. "It seems he really is quite taken with you."
"Trish!" the door burst open.
Frightened, both women jumped.
Jeff Hardy ran into the room right to Trish's side as he took her hand. "Are you ok? Let me see. Does it hurt? Is it broken?" His eyes flew to the trainer. "Why aren't you doing anything? Shouldn't she be icing it? What were you hired for, just to stand around and look pretty?"
The trainer chuckled again. "Another one who seems to be quite taken."
"Shut up." Trish laughed.
Sweet concern and confusion fell onto Jeff's face. "What's she talking about?"
"Nothing, Sweetie." Trish pacified and touched his arm. "I'm fine. It hurt and I was just knocked a little loopy. But I'm fine."
He eyed her with disbelief. "Are you yanking my chain? Cuz I don't like to have my chain yanked."
"Really," Trish said. "Cuz if I recall, you really loved when I ..."
"Trish!" he chided, in a quite paternal tone.
"Alright." Trish laughed. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist."
Jeff nodded. "All forgiven." He cocked his head. "Do you care if we put the rest of the show on in here?"
Trish shook her head. And as if luck would strike, she saw Jericho taunt and then Batista clothesline him hard. Her heart jumped somewhere into his throat and as he recoiled into a corner of the ring, she felt her breath stop.
The seconds dredged on and she watched more trainers run down to the ring and the door swung closed as the trainer in the room raced out too.
"I'm sure he's fine."
Trish's head whipped to the side, meeting Jeff's gaze.
The man's eyes remained soft and concerned. "Chris is a tough son of a bitch. He's fine."
Trish ducked her head.
"It'll be ok."
"You don't understand," she said, shying away from him. "This is all my fault."
"Huh?"
Trish sighed. "I told Randy and Dave what he said to me and what he did. I didn't tell him why but ... but that doesn't matter and Dave, well he's not so bad when you get him going."
"Didn't they attack you? I mean, it wasn't that long ago."
She shrugged. "I don't' know. But ... it doesn't matter now and Dave ... Randy was so pissed I wouldn't be surprised if he told Dave to do something. He ... Randy told me that I shouldn't worry and everything'll be ok. And ... Oh God."
"It's not your fault." Jeff said. "Come on. Let's go find him. We can check on him."
"I couldn't."
"Why?"
"I ... I ... I ..." She shook her head. "I couldn't."
Jeff grabbed her hand. "Come on." And he dragged her out of the room.
Jeff peaked cautiously into one of the rooms, his hand tightly grasping Trish's. "There's nobody in the room." He whispered. "Chris is just in there. His eyes are closed, the lights are dark. Like real low or something." He shoved Trish into the room.
"Jeff." She hissed.
"I'll stand watch. Don't be long." He closed the door.
Trish bit her lip, her eyes focusing in the slightly darkened room and she saw his prone form. Walking slowly, she approached his side. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and constant just as if he were sleeping. He was so beautiful.
She reached out a shaking hand, brushing the hair from his brow and tucking it behind his ear. Just the touch of him brought tears to her eyes. His skin was so smooth. She trailed her fingers down his bare chest then arm before entwining their fingers.
He didn't move.
"Chris," she breathed, his name rolling off her tongue with a wonderful naturalness. It truly felt as if she was meant to say it. "Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry." She froze as he stirred but then he stilled.
She watched as he licked his lips, his head falling to one side and he let out a little moan.
"Shh, Chris." She cooed, unable to stop herself. She sat at his side, pulling his hand into her lap to hold it there. Her free hand reached out, touching his cheek and forehead. "Shh, just rest it off." Her voice was hardly above a whisper and she felt pain at the sight.
She knew he'd never be hers again. That chance is gone and lost. And holding his hand right now, she could instantly forgive his strike out. Just looking at him, holding his hand, she couldn't bring herself to look on him and hate him. Even though he struck her and called her names, she could not hate him. She loved him too much.
Locking out the pain, the frustration, the anger at not only herself but everyone, she fought the tears. "Be happy." She whispered and slowly leaned down. Swallowing hard, she licked her lips before her mouth hovered just over his. "I will always love you, Chris Jericho. ... Goodbye." She leaned closer still, her lips parting but then froze.
Her lips trembled as a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and she had to pull back from him. Ducking her head, she sniffled, squeezing her eyes closed to force the tears back. She had no right to kiss him. She would not tarnish his lips, his skin with so intimate a touch. She jumped as the door barged open and she quickly stood, ready to face whoever barged in.
"Leave me alone." An angered Edge said, swatting at the hands of the trainers.
"Edge, you could have broken your cheek." One said, restraining the wrestler. "Now just lay down so we can look."
"Edge?" Trish rushed to her friend's side, noting that Jeff stood there as well. "Edge, what happened?"
"I have no idea." He snapped. But Edge realized his unnecessary tone and sighed. "I'm sorry. I just ... I don't know. I have no idea what's going on. All I know is I don't want these Fucktards touching me. That's what I know."
"Then let me see." Trish said. "I know about this stuff from college. Just let me look."
Edge's eyes narrowed. "Only you. Nobody else is touching me."
Trish nodded. "It's ok. You guys can leave." She said to the trainers. "If something's really wrong, I'll get you." Reluctantly, the trainers left and Jeff kept his head low, watching as Trish stepped closer to the blonde.
Her gentle feminine hands cupped his face, tilting his head so she could see him more clearly.
Jericho shifted his weight, unnoticed by others in the room. His eyes fluttered open and his stomach lurched. The first thing he saw was Trish Stratus, oblivious to his existence, as she checked on another. He closed his eyes. He couldn't watch her; it hurt too much. His hatred, his jealousy simmered and grew. He had no right feeling this way. There was no reason and it was uncalled for. He willed his emotions to stop, to still and he demanded that Trish leave his thoughts. But his will was not strong enough and she invaded him.
(Well, what do we think? Can you see where this is going? No need to fear all you shippers out there. Read, review, let me know. And let me know if you want more Chris/Trish other than this. Because I may have exactly what you're looking for.)
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 21, 2004
Chris Jericho laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist as he pushed through the locker room door. "Oh man, did you guys see that? With Rocky? Oh man, that was rich." Letting out a sigh, he glanced around the room. "Where's Edge?"
"He'll be right back." Jeff answered, coolly, his eyes glued on the screen.
Chris turned his attention there as well, his head cocked with amusement. "Oh ... Oh, that's my boy. Showed that little bitch who's boss." His smile brightened as Randy Orton reeled in pain on the mat of the ring.
Jeff remained composed.
Stacy smiled, her eyes dancing as she watched Edge walk back up the ramp. "Wasn't he wonderful?"
Chris only shook his head. "I really don't understand you two. One moment you're fighting then you're happy. Are you together or not or what?"
Stacy blushed, ducking her head. "Well, I ..."
The door burst open, Edge was panting. "Oh yeah! Did you see that?"
Chris chuckled, digging out his ring gear from his duffel bag. "Alright, I'm gonna get ready." He paused, fisting his tights then turned to the group. Nobody moved. "Uh," he cleared his throat. "Stace?"
"Oh?" Stacy jostled, her eyes fixed on the screen. "I don't mind. Go ahead."
Jericho sighed, turning his back as he changed. Then he heard the music ... her music. He pulled up his tights, turning to watch the screen, noting how engrossed Jeff seemed. "Must we really watch this?"
"Yes," Jeff answered, simply.
Sighing reluctantly, Chris rolled his eyes, refusing to watch. But the thought of her on that screen just so close pulled at him. He could hear her voice, taunting. And he couldn't look away.
Entranced, he watched the match. Watched every move, every motion. He couldn't tear his eyes away. He felt an emptied pang, a yearning fill him but he refused to cave, refused to give into the demand of his heart. He couldn't stop the breathy curse that slipped from his lips when Victoria landed a hard kick on Trish's jaw.
Nobody reacted to him
He was thankful no one seemed to notice his sudden worry and concern. His eyes hardened at the sight of Tomko and when the bell finally rung, he couldn't keep that hatred from his eyes. The way that Tomko acted, treated Trish. It made him sick. He just wanted to run down there and ... no.
Chris quickly shook his head. What was he thinking? What came over him? "Fuck," he sighed.
Jeff stood.
"Where you going?" Chris snapped, though his tone caught even himself off guard. He didn't mean to snap.
But Jeff was easily irritable and turned angered eyes on the other man. "What's it to you?"
"I was just asking," Chris responded with spite. Where did Jeff get off with such an attitude. "Jesus, God forbid I ask you a question. I was just asking where you were going?"
"Well, if you must know," Jeff sneered. "Though I don't see why you'd care. I'm going to see Trish. That kick she took seemed to really knock her for a loop. And I'm worried about her. You know ... worry? Care? Two emotions you'd never know."
As Jeff turned his back, Chris felt a flair of fuming jealousy rise in his core. His heart raced, his body surged. And in that second for reasons beyond his control, Chris wanted to kill Jeff Hardy. "Who you kidding Jeff?" He snarled. "You need a fuck that bad? You just want her to crawl into your bed again."
Jeff let out a chuckle then turned his head, his arm outstretched on the door. The laughter died, and his eyes locked on Jericho's. "Better my arms ... than yours."
Shocked, Jericho couldn't respond as the door swung shut and deafening silence filled the room. With a booming roar, Chris picked up his bag and hurled it across the room, the contents spilling everywhere. Growling, he recoiled and threw a hard punch into the locker. Another punch then another, he attacked the metal locker with thundering energy and anger.
"Chris," Edge burst out. "Chris!" He rushed forward, grabbing Chris's arms and kept him from doing anything else. Gathering his energy, Edge threw the other man across the room. "Chill Out!" he demanded.
A string of curses rang from Chris's lips and Jericho clenched his fists, his entire body tensing with his frustration.
"Look at me!"
Jericho glared up.
"You had better get yourself in control." Edge said sternly. "We have a match in less than half an hour so you had better be fucking ready."
"I'll be ready."
"You're not listening to me." Edge yelled. "Randy and Dave are gonna try to kill us because that's what Evolution does. And for some reason, it seems that Randy of all people has been gunning for your ass. Dave is a monster and we have to be on our top guard and our top performance. Which means no distractions." Edge raised a finger, pointing at his partner. "Which means get that girl and all this shit outta your head."
Jericho did nothing. Only glared.
"I fucking swear, you son of a bitch." Edge snarled. "I don't wanna get hurt out there and I know you don't either. So get your fucking act together. Ok?"
"Alright." Jericho growled. "I'm gonna go get some air. And cool off."
"You do that." Edge called after his friend and when the door slammed closed, he fell back limply onto the couch.
Stacy sat beside him, reaching out a soft hand to touch his arm. "It'll be ok." She said, gently. "It has to be. Just be careful out there."
Edge nodded. "I will."
A soft rasp pulled their attention to the door and both turned their heads. Slowly, the door eased open and a wary head peaked inside.
"Lita?" Edge stood.
Lita forced a smile as Stacy charged over to her. "Hi."
"Oh, Lita." Stacy squealed, hugging her friend. "This is so wonderful. Did you tell Matt? How is everything? How are you?"
Lita nodded. "I'm fine. I told him this past weekend and he's really excited."
Stacy clapped her hands, unable to withhold her excitement. "Oh this is so wonderful. I'm going to go find Matt." She turned to Edge, taking his hand. "You be careful out there."
"I will," Edge promised with a soft smile and he kept the smile on his face as Stacy bounced out the door. Serious again, he looked at Lita, eyeing her down turned head curiously though he didn't speak.
Lita swallowed hard. "Have ... have you seen Jeff?"
"He's with Trish." Edge answered simply.
A flash of pain and betrayal flashed in her eyes and she looked up, locking gazes. "Trish?"
Edge nodded. "Yeah, Trish."
"Oh," She sighed, nervously rubbing the back of her neck as she looked up to a far corner of the room. "If ... if you see him, can you tell him I was looking for him."
Edge nodded again. "I'll tell him." As Lita turned towards the door, he took a step forward. "Lita,"
She froze.
He only exhaled a breath. "If you ever need me. I'm here."
A genuine smile slipped onto her lips. "Thank you." She mumbled then walked out the door, leaving Edge alone.
Tyson Tomko cradled Trish against his powerful chest, walking through the arena and to the trainers.
"You can put me down." She said softly. "I'm ok."
"I don't believe you. Plus, Randy was pretty worried and made me promise to have you checked out. And I'm worried too, that stupid slut hit you so hard, where does she come off kicking you like that. So to ease my conscious and Randy's, I'm taking you to the trainers." He said, sternly, never breaking his stride despite her struggle. "So I will carry you, kicking and screaming to the trainers if I must."
She giggled, snuggling into his chest. "Well if you insist, maybe I'll just catch a few winks."
Tomko chuckled, holding her close and precious and he pushed into the trainers' room. With gentle delicateness, he laid her on the medical table then took a few steps back.
Trish opened her eyes, looking up at him. A warm smile graced her lips at his slight blush and he looked away from her. "You're so sweet to me, Tyson."
"Christian would have my hide if I wasn't."
She cocked her head. "So are you saying that you wouldn't be if it wasn't for Christian?"
Shyly, he shook his head. "I'm gonna ... I'm gonna go to catering and get something to eat. I'm really hungry. I'll come back and check on you in a bit." That said, he made it quickly out the door.
"Seems like he's quite smitten with you."
Trish turned her eyes to the soft female voice that spoke. A gentle smile pulled at her lips again. "Yeah, it ... it seems that he is."
The female trainer laughed. "Alright, let me take a look at you."
"I haven't seen you here before." Trish said. "Are you new?"
"Fairly," the woman answered. "I've only been on a few weeks. Hmmm ... does this hurt?"
"No."
"You're fine."
"I know."
The woman laughed. "Then why are you here?"
Trish shrugged. "Tyson was worried and refused to let me alone unless he dragged me here."
"Wow," the woman's smile grew warm. "It seems he really is quite taken with you."
"Trish!" the door burst open.
Frightened, both women jumped.
Jeff Hardy ran into the room right to Trish's side as he took her hand. "Are you ok? Let me see. Does it hurt? Is it broken?" His eyes flew to the trainer. "Why aren't you doing anything? Shouldn't she be icing it? What were you hired for, just to stand around and look pretty?"
The trainer chuckled again. "Another one who seems to be quite taken."
"Shut up." Trish laughed.
Sweet concern and confusion fell onto Jeff's face. "What's she talking about?"
"Nothing, Sweetie." Trish pacified and touched his arm. "I'm fine. It hurt and I was just knocked a little loopy. But I'm fine."
He eyed her with disbelief. "Are you yanking my chain? Cuz I don't like to have my chain yanked."
"Really," Trish said. "Cuz if I recall, you really loved when I ..."
"Trish!" he chided, in a quite paternal tone.
"Alright." Trish laughed. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist."
Jeff nodded. "All forgiven." He cocked his head. "Do you care if we put the rest of the show on in here?"
Trish shook her head. And as if luck would strike, she saw Jericho taunt and then Batista clothesline him hard. Her heart jumped somewhere into his throat and as he recoiled into a corner of the ring, she felt her breath stop.
The seconds dredged on and she watched more trainers run down to the ring and the door swung closed as the trainer in the room raced out too.
"I'm sure he's fine."
Trish's head whipped to the side, meeting Jeff's gaze.
The man's eyes remained soft and concerned. "Chris is a tough son of a bitch. He's fine."
Trish ducked her head.
"It'll be ok."
"You don't understand," she said, shying away from him. "This is all my fault."
"Huh?"
Trish sighed. "I told Randy and Dave what he said to me and what he did. I didn't tell him why but ... but that doesn't matter and Dave, well he's not so bad when you get him going."
"Didn't they attack you? I mean, it wasn't that long ago."
She shrugged. "I don't' know. But ... it doesn't matter now and Dave ... Randy was so pissed I wouldn't be surprised if he told Dave to do something. He ... Randy told me that I shouldn't worry and everything'll be ok. And ... Oh God."
"It's not your fault." Jeff said. "Come on. Let's go find him. We can check on him."
"I couldn't."
"Why?"
"I ... I ... I ..." She shook her head. "I couldn't."
Jeff grabbed her hand. "Come on." And he dragged her out of the room.
Jeff peaked cautiously into one of the rooms, his hand tightly grasping Trish's. "There's nobody in the room." He whispered. "Chris is just in there. His eyes are closed, the lights are dark. Like real low or something." He shoved Trish into the room.
"Jeff." She hissed.
"I'll stand watch. Don't be long." He closed the door.
Trish bit her lip, her eyes focusing in the slightly darkened room and she saw his prone form. Walking slowly, she approached his side. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and constant just as if he were sleeping. He was so beautiful.
She reached out a shaking hand, brushing the hair from his brow and tucking it behind his ear. Just the touch of him brought tears to her eyes. His skin was so smooth. She trailed her fingers down his bare chest then arm before entwining their fingers.
He didn't move.
"Chris," she breathed, his name rolling off her tongue with a wonderful naturalness. It truly felt as if she was meant to say it. "Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry." She froze as he stirred but then he stilled.
She watched as he licked his lips, his head falling to one side and he let out a little moan.
"Shh, Chris." She cooed, unable to stop herself. She sat at his side, pulling his hand into her lap to hold it there. Her free hand reached out, touching his cheek and forehead. "Shh, just rest it off." Her voice was hardly above a whisper and she felt pain at the sight.
She knew he'd never be hers again. That chance is gone and lost. And holding his hand right now, she could instantly forgive his strike out. Just looking at him, holding his hand, she couldn't bring herself to look on him and hate him. Even though he struck her and called her names, she could not hate him. She loved him too much.
Locking out the pain, the frustration, the anger at not only herself but everyone, she fought the tears. "Be happy." She whispered and slowly leaned down. Swallowing hard, she licked her lips before her mouth hovered just over his. "I will always love you, Chris Jericho. ... Goodbye." She leaned closer still, her lips parting but then froze.
Her lips trembled as a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and she had to pull back from him. Ducking her head, she sniffled, squeezing her eyes closed to force the tears back. She had no right to kiss him. She would not tarnish his lips, his skin with so intimate a touch. She jumped as the door barged open and she quickly stood, ready to face whoever barged in.
"Leave me alone." An angered Edge said, swatting at the hands of the trainers.
"Edge, you could have broken your cheek." One said, restraining the wrestler. "Now just lay down so we can look."
"Edge?" Trish rushed to her friend's side, noting that Jeff stood there as well. "Edge, what happened?"
"I have no idea." He snapped. But Edge realized his unnecessary tone and sighed. "I'm sorry. I just ... I don't know. I have no idea what's going on. All I know is I don't want these Fucktards touching me. That's what I know."
"Then let me see." Trish said. "I know about this stuff from college. Just let me look."
Edge's eyes narrowed. "Only you. Nobody else is touching me."
Trish nodded. "It's ok. You guys can leave." She said to the trainers. "If something's really wrong, I'll get you." Reluctantly, the trainers left and Jeff kept his head low, watching as Trish stepped closer to the blonde.
Her gentle feminine hands cupped his face, tilting his head so she could see him more clearly.
Jericho shifted his weight, unnoticed by others in the room. His eyes fluttered open and his stomach lurched. The first thing he saw was Trish Stratus, oblivious to his existence, as she checked on another. He closed his eyes. He couldn't watch her; it hurt too much. His hatred, his jealousy simmered and grew. He had no right feeling this way. There was no reason and it was uncalled for. He willed his emotions to stop, to still and he demanded that Trish leave his thoughts. But his will was not strong enough and she invaded him.
(Well, what do we think? Can you see where this is going? No need to fear all you shippers out there. Read, review, let me know. And let me know if you want more Chris/Trish other than this. Because I may have exactly what you're looking for.)