Title: Deep Passions
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Everyone has deep passions, but can any of those passions be strong enough to lead to murder? Pairing: Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish
Content warning: Nothing too bad in this chapter.
"Well, what happened?!" Lita shook Trish's arm as soon as the blonde sat down on the couch. It was the first time she'd seen her best friend since the night before.
Pulling her arm out of the redhead's tightening grasp, Trish smiled placing her right hand right in front of the redhead's face, wiggling her fingers. She noticed the Lita's mouth grow wider and wider and her eyes light up in the presence of the shiny diamond ring. However, just as soon as the look of excitement had overtaken her face, it was gone, replaced with an expression of half disappointment and half confusion. Just as soon as Lita opened her mouth to question, Trish cut her off.
"I know, I know. Wrong hand. Chris proposed to me, but … I said no."
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
Trish was sure all of Charlotte, North Carolina had just heard that. She found herself shrinking away from the redhead, who was now cowering over her with angry eyes, being that she'd jumped off the couch in shock. Trish waved her hand defensively, begging to continue before any harm was done to her.
"No, it's not what you think." Sending Trish a look urging her to explain, Lita folded her arms over her chest. Trish cleared her throat. She looked down into her lap, twiddling her fingers, not being able to help getting a little uncomfortable talking about the subject. "Ames, I'm not ready to get married. Not after Andrew. I love Chris and he knows that. Trust me, I explained everything to him last night and he understands. He gave me the ring and told me to wear it until I was ready."
Trish brought her eyes back to Lita's face, which was a little more compassionate, a smile now taking over its round frame. Lita sat back down on the couch, pulling her friend into a warm embrace. "I'm sorry for yelling. I forgot all about … before. I'm glad you guys are together though, even if you have to wait. Chris is the best thing for you right now."
Smiling to herself, Trish closed her eyes. Lita couldn't have been any more right. Trish knew that better than anyone. Without Chris, she'd go insane. He was there for her through thick and thin and she couldn't bear to lose him . This was the first time she'd ever truly been in love; she was sure of that. She'd been with other guys and even thought she'd been in love, but none of them made her feel the way Chris did. None of them had such a hold on her, on her heart.
She'd always been the independent type. Never wanting anyone to do anything for her, she'd shunned most guys. She was sure it surprised them that any girl could be so stubborn. She wouldn't get serious with anyone, convincing herself that she was the only she needed. But then she'd let her guard down and fell into the trap of …
Andrew Martin.
Sighing, Trish shook her head ever so slightly, reminding herself not to think of that man. Never again would she think of the way he humiliated her, hurt her, and used her. Just when she'd finally trusted someone enough to break down that wall she'd built so carefully around herself.
It still amazed her how quickly she'd been able to fall into Chris's arms. It was just so easy to trust him. She needed love and that's what he gave her. She trusted him with everything to had and she was sure this wasn't a mistake. Chris wasn't a mistake. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
"Deep in thought?"
The words slammed into her thoughts, startling Trish. Pulling away, grinning, Trish asked, "Well, what happened with you and Jeff last night?"
Lita turned a shade of red no known to man, as she ducked her head, and pushed her fiery, red hair behind her ears. Trish persisted, nudging her in the leg with her hand. "Come on, what happened?"
"Well, we uhm, you know. And it was probably the best time ever." Lita continued to blush to Trish's squealing and hitting her on the arm.
"That's what I figured. But you can spare me the details. Oh my gosh, newlyweds. You would think you guys did that enough." Trish burst out in laughter at the look of shock and offense.
Both of their heads flew in the direction of the door as it opened. Jeff rushed in.
"Hey babe. Hey Trish." he managed to get out just before the bathroom door shut behind him. Trish and Lita both shared puzzled glances. Lita, shrugging her shoulders, stood from the couch and made her way to the bathroom door.
Leaning towards the door and placing her hands on the door frame, she asked, "Jeff, hun, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong!" she heard him yell. This was followed by a few bumps, groans and soft swears. The door flew open as he said "I swear" and pecked her on the lips. He moved passed her. Lita noticed that he had his ring attire on and that only meant trouble. He hadn't mentioned anything about a match before.
"Why are you in your ring gear?" Jeff heard the agitation in her voice. He continued to rummage through his suitcase on the floor, looking for his kneepads. Her eyes were sure to be piercing through him and she was probably standing there with her arms crossed, her usual reaction whenever he requested a match without telling her. But he couldn't help it. She wasn't going to be happy with the match he requested. If he'd told her in the first place, she would've gone crazy. Not to say that wouldn't be her reaction now.
Continuing to toss around the contents of the bag, he put a smile on his face, keeping a calm air about him. "I have a match." he said matter-of-factly.
"What match?" she stated coldly, void of emotion. It was obvious that she knew already, considering what happened last week on Raw.
Scratching behind his ear, he replied, "Uhm … a match against Batista."
"Jeff, why do you always do this?" It wasn't the angry reaction he expected from her, more a reaction of bewilderment and disarray. Finally giving up searching for the kneepads, he turned to her.
"Ames, you know why. He went after you last week--"
"Every time someone comes after me, doesn't mean you have to go and have a match with them!"
"This isn't just anybody, it's Batista! He's been after you forever and I'm not gonna let him think he can get away with it. I'm not gonna let him hurt you and get away with it. Last week, he was at it again and it needs to stop. I'm gonna stop it. I'm not gonna let him hurt you." Lita caught the intense look on his face. It was the same look every time he talked about Batista. That same intensity, that same burning passion and fire. Still standing with her arms resting on her chest, she averted her gaze to the floor.
Jeff hated Batista, that was for sure. Ever since their first encounter with the six-foot-five monster almost a year ago, Jeff had been set out for the bigger man. Lita could still remember being thrown into the steel steps by the overly-muscled beast during Matt and Jeff's tag team match against Ric Flair and Batista. It was then that she realized Jeff was in love with her. When he ran out of the ring, sacrificing the match to make sure she was okay. The way he held her in his arms, comforting her, telling her he loved her. God, the way he said he loved her. He'd told her before but this time, she knew for sure that he didn't mean it in a friendly, brotherly way; the way she'd always assumed he meant it.
Knowing Jeff all too well, she knew when he promised her that night to make Batista pay, he would spend every waking moment keeping his word. No matter what it took, no matter what he lost. She was always afraid that maybe he took it a little too seriously, but she knew he did it because he loved her. Everything he did was because he loved her. Even if she didn't like it, she knew that was the reason why.
Just when she'd had the reassurance that the feud which had started a year ago might be over, when Batista hadn't seemed to notice her or Jeff for a while, he decided to go after her again. The way he'd looked at her coming down the ramp sent chills through her spine. Lita couldn't explain his peculiar obsession with her at first. It wasn't anything lustful or sexual. That never seemed to be what he was after. He'd just wait until Jeff's matches and come out and stalk her. Then she was able to put it all together. She was more of an object, his pawn against Jeff. Everyone knew that if there was only one weakness Jeff had, it was Lita.
Talk about feeling guilty, Lita thought, continuing to stare at the floor in her trance. She knew it was all her fault. Every night he spent in the hospital had been because of her. Every injury was basically her doing. All of his pain was for her. Why wouldn't it just be over? Why wouldn't Batista just leave them alone? She was tired of everything Jeff went through for her. She was tired of being used to get to Jeff. They just needed a break.
Lita couldn't stop the tear that fell from her eye, down her silky skin, reaching it's destination on her shirt. Quickly wiping at her eyes, she turned away from him and Trish, who she'd just remembered was sitting on the couch. She went into the bathroom and reached for the door, pushing it closed. Her efforts were stopped by Jeff, who'd rushed over to the door.
"Come here. Don't cry." he cooed to her, pulling her into arms. His heart broke as she clutched at his back, her tears soaking his shirt. As he tightened his hold on her, she buried her face into his shoulder. "What's wrong?" he whispered into her ear, wanting to comfort her.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Lita breathed out through sobs. She couldn't help but hold onto him tighter.
Jeff looked over his shoulder at Trish, his eyebrows furrowed. Maybe she knew what this sudden outburst was all about. To his dismay, Trish only shrugged, a look of compassion captive of her face. He brought his attention back to the crying redhead in his arms.
"Why are you sorry?" he questioned, the sincerity obvious in his tone.
"Because I'm such a burden to you."
Jeff held Lita back so that she could look him in the eye. He cupped her face in his hands and asked, "How are you a burden to me?"
Lita looked down to the ground, unable to look in his face, afraid to find his eyes some truth to her statement. "You're always fighting all these guys because of me. You're always getting hurt because of me. Everyone gets to you through me. I hate knowing that you're in pain because of me. And I don't want you to fight Batista tonight Jeff. Not because of me. Jeff I don't want you to fight everyone because you think you have to defend me--"
"Is that what you think? Look at me." Lita heard something that wasn't anger but commanded her to look at him and understand him. "I don't do this because I feel like I have to. I do it because I want to because I love you. You aren't a burden to me, you know that."
"But--"
"No buts. I know they use you to get to me. That's because they know I love you. They know that hurting you is like hurting me. Ames, I don't care what I have to go through to protect you or defend you. I want to keep you safe and if that means risking myself, then so be it."
"And that's what scares me!" she yelled, pulling away from him. Neither one of them noticed Trish ease out of the room, knowing the newlyweds were going to need time alone to talk. "Jeff you do crazy things sometimes that really scare me. And I just can't stand knowing that if you couldn't ever wrestle again then it was probably because of me!" She walked away from him, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. "I love you just as much as you love me Jeff. And I don't want you to get anymore than you want me to get hurt."
"Does it help if I told you I'd try to be careful?" Lita sighed to herself knowing Jeff was too stubborn to turn down the match. There was no way she was going to convince him not to go through with it.
"I guess so …" she trailed off, an idea coming to her mind. She turned around to face him, a new look of hope replacing her tear-streaked face. "Will you let me come out there with you?"
Jeff smiled figuring she was joking, but noticing the look of all seriousness, he stared at her in disbelief. "No. We've been through this before Amy. I'm not gonna let you near him, so that he can hurt you." As his way of telling her that was the end of the conversation, he went back to his search for his kneepads.
Lita persisted. "Jeff, come on. If you're not gonna stop the match, at least let me be out there to support you. I want to be there." She figured that she could at least be there to help him and cheer him on if anything.
"No, if he goes after you again, then I'm bound to do something insane."
"Fine!" Lita yelled back at him, hating the way he was able to use what she said against her. "I hate you." she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.
Finally able to find his kneepads, he stood up and walked over to her. Taking in the angry look she had, her lip poked out, arms folded back over her chest, eyes staring holes through him, he smiled. Placing his hands on her arm, he kissed her lips, lingering there if just for a second. "I love you." he mumbled against her lips. Pulling away and making his way for the door, he stopped just long enough to tell her he was going to talk to Chris. With that came the sound of the door opening and shutting.
Lita smiled to herself, frozen in the same position she'd just been in when he kissed her. That was Jeff for ya. He always knew just how to piss her off and make it better within a matter of seconds. Now all she had to do was worry about him coming out of his match okay.
Author's Note: I had to put something cute at the end there because it just came to mind. I hope you liked it. I managed to write this entire chapter today because my school had a snow day. Amazing what you can do with a little free time. I will update this and Two Wrongs very soon. I have to think about whether I want to continue Loving Unknowingly because I really don't know where to go with it. Review, review, review. Let me know what you think.
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Everyone has deep passions, but can any of those passions be strong enough to lead to murder? Pairing: Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish
Content warning: Nothing too bad in this chapter.
"Well, what happened?!" Lita shook Trish's arm as soon as the blonde sat down on the couch. It was the first time she'd seen her best friend since the night before.
Pulling her arm out of the redhead's tightening grasp, Trish smiled placing her right hand right in front of the redhead's face, wiggling her fingers. She noticed the Lita's mouth grow wider and wider and her eyes light up in the presence of the shiny diamond ring. However, just as soon as the look of excitement had overtaken her face, it was gone, replaced with an expression of half disappointment and half confusion. Just as soon as Lita opened her mouth to question, Trish cut her off.
"I know, I know. Wrong hand. Chris proposed to me, but … I said no."
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
Trish was sure all of Charlotte, North Carolina had just heard that. She found herself shrinking away from the redhead, who was now cowering over her with angry eyes, being that she'd jumped off the couch in shock. Trish waved her hand defensively, begging to continue before any harm was done to her.
"No, it's not what you think." Sending Trish a look urging her to explain, Lita folded her arms over her chest. Trish cleared her throat. She looked down into her lap, twiddling her fingers, not being able to help getting a little uncomfortable talking about the subject. "Ames, I'm not ready to get married. Not after Andrew. I love Chris and he knows that. Trust me, I explained everything to him last night and he understands. He gave me the ring and told me to wear it until I was ready."
Trish brought her eyes back to Lita's face, which was a little more compassionate, a smile now taking over its round frame. Lita sat back down on the couch, pulling her friend into a warm embrace. "I'm sorry for yelling. I forgot all about … before. I'm glad you guys are together though, even if you have to wait. Chris is the best thing for you right now."
Smiling to herself, Trish closed her eyes. Lita couldn't have been any more right. Trish knew that better than anyone. Without Chris, she'd go insane. He was there for her through thick and thin and she couldn't bear to lose him . This was the first time she'd ever truly been in love; she was sure of that. She'd been with other guys and even thought she'd been in love, but none of them made her feel the way Chris did. None of them had such a hold on her, on her heart.
She'd always been the independent type. Never wanting anyone to do anything for her, she'd shunned most guys. She was sure it surprised them that any girl could be so stubborn. She wouldn't get serious with anyone, convincing herself that she was the only she needed. But then she'd let her guard down and fell into the trap of …
Andrew Martin.
Sighing, Trish shook her head ever so slightly, reminding herself not to think of that man. Never again would she think of the way he humiliated her, hurt her, and used her. Just when she'd finally trusted someone enough to break down that wall she'd built so carefully around herself.
It still amazed her how quickly she'd been able to fall into Chris's arms. It was just so easy to trust him. She needed love and that's what he gave her. She trusted him with everything to had and she was sure this wasn't a mistake. Chris wasn't a mistake. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
"Deep in thought?"
The words slammed into her thoughts, startling Trish. Pulling away, grinning, Trish asked, "Well, what happened with you and Jeff last night?"
Lita turned a shade of red no known to man, as she ducked her head, and pushed her fiery, red hair behind her ears. Trish persisted, nudging her in the leg with her hand. "Come on, what happened?"
"Well, we uhm, you know. And it was probably the best time ever." Lita continued to blush to Trish's squealing and hitting her on the arm.
"That's what I figured. But you can spare me the details. Oh my gosh, newlyweds. You would think you guys did that enough." Trish burst out in laughter at the look of shock and offense.
Both of their heads flew in the direction of the door as it opened. Jeff rushed in.
"Hey babe. Hey Trish." he managed to get out just before the bathroom door shut behind him. Trish and Lita both shared puzzled glances. Lita, shrugging her shoulders, stood from the couch and made her way to the bathroom door.
Leaning towards the door and placing her hands on the door frame, she asked, "Jeff, hun, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong!" she heard him yell. This was followed by a few bumps, groans and soft swears. The door flew open as he said "I swear" and pecked her on the lips. He moved passed her. Lita noticed that he had his ring attire on and that only meant trouble. He hadn't mentioned anything about a match before.
"Why are you in your ring gear?" Jeff heard the agitation in her voice. He continued to rummage through his suitcase on the floor, looking for his kneepads. Her eyes were sure to be piercing through him and she was probably standing there with her arms crossed, her usual reaction whenever he requested a match without telling her. But he couldn't help it. She wasn't going to be happy with the match he requested. If he'd told her in the first place, she would've gone crazy. Not to say that wouldn't be her reaction now.
Continuing to toss around the contents of the bag, he put a smile on his face, keeping a calm air about him. "I have a match." he said matter-of-factly.
"What match?" she stated coldly, void of emotion. It was obvious that she knew already, considering what happened last week on Raw.
Scratching behind his ear, he replied, "Uhm … a match against Batista."
"Jeff, why do you always do this?" It wasn't the angry reaction he expected from her, more a reaction of bewilderment and disarray. Finally giving up searching for the kneepads, he turned to her.
"Ames, you know why. He went after you last week--"
"Every time someone comes after me, doesn't mean you have to go and have a match with them!"
"This isn't just anybody, it's Batista! He's been after you forever and I'm not gonna let him think he can get away with it. I'm not gonna let him hurt you and get away with it. Last week, he was at it again and it needs to stop. I'm gonna stop it. I'm not gonna let him hurt you." Lita caught the intense look on his face. It was the same look every time he talked about Batista. That same intensity, that same burning passion and fire. Still standing with her arms resting on her chest, she averted her gaze to the floor.
Jeff hated Batista, that was for sure. Ever since their first encounter with the six-foot-five monster almost a year ago, Jeff had been set out for the bigger man. Lita could still remember being thrown into the steel steps by the overly-muscled beast during Matt and Jeff's tag team match against Ric Flair and Batista. It was then that she realized Jeff was in love with her. When he ran out of the ring, sacrificing the match to make sure she was okay. The way he held her in his arms, comforting her, telling her he loved her. God, the way he said he loved her. He'd told her before but this time, she knew for sure that he didn't mean it in a friendly, brotherly way; the way she'd always assumed he meant it.
Knowing Jeff all too well, she knew when he promised her that night to make Batista pay, he would spend every waking moment keeping his word. No matter what it took, no matter what he lost. She was always afraid that maybe he took it a little too seriously, but she knew he did it because he loved her. Everything he did was because he loved her. Even if she didn't like it, she knew that was the reason why.
Just when she'd had the reassurance that the feud which had started a year ago might be over, when Batista hadn't seemed to notice her or Jeff for a while, he decided to go after her again. The way he'd looked at her coming down the ramp sent chills through her spine. Lita couldn't explain his peculiar obsession with her at first. It wasn't anything lustful or sexual. That never seemed to be what he was after. He'd just wait until Jeff's matches and come out and stalk her. Then she was able to put it all together. She was more of an object, his pawn against Jeff. Everyone knew that if there was only one weakness Jeff had, it was Lita.
Talk about feeling guilty, Lita thought, continuing to stare at the floor in her trance. She knew it was all her fault. Every night he spent in the hospital had been because of her. Every injury was basically her doing. All of his pain was for her. Why wouldn't it just be over? Why wouldn't Batista just leave them alone? She was tired of everything Jeff went through for her. She was tired of being used to get to Jeff. They just needed a break.
Lita couldn't stop the tear that fell from her eye, down her silky skin, reaching it's destination on her shirt. Quickly wiping at her eyes, she turned away from him and Trish, who she'd just remembered was sitting on the couch. She went into the bathroom and reached for the door, pushing it closed. Her efforts were stopped by Jeff, who'd rushed over to the door.
"Come here. Don't cry." he cooed to her, pulling her into arms. His heart broke as she clutched at his back, her tears soaking his shirt. As he tightened his hold on her, she buried her face into his shoulder. "What's wrong?" he whispered into her ear, wanting to comfort her.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Lita breathed out through sobs. She couldn't help but hold onto him tighter.
Jeff looked over his shoulder at Trish, his eyebrows furrowed. Maybe she knew what this sudden outburst was all about. To his dismay, Trish only shrugged, a look of compassion captive of her face. He brought his attention back to the crying redhead in his arms.
"Why are you sorry?" he questioned, the sincerity obvious in his tone.
"Because I'm such a burden to you."
Jeff held Lita back so that she could look him in the eye. He cupped her face in his hands and asked, "How are you a burden to me?"
Lita looked down to the ground, unable to look in his face, afraid to find his eyes some truth to her statement. "You're always fighting all these guys because of me. You're always getting hurt because of me. Everyone gets to you through me. I hate knowing that you're in pain because of me. And I don't want you to fight Batista tonight Jeff. Not because of me. Jeff I don't want you to fight everyone because you think you have to defend me--"
"Is that what you think? Look at me." Lita heard something that wasn't anger but commanded her to look at him and understand him. "I don't do this because I feel like I have to. I do it because I want to because I love you. You aren't a burden to me, you know that."
"But--"
"No buts. I know they use you to get to me. That's because they know I love you. They know that hurting you is like hurting me. Ames, I don't care what I have to go through to protect you or defend you. I want to keep you safe and if that means risking myself, then so be it."
"And that's what scares me!" she yelled, pulling away from him. Neither one of them noticed Trish ease out of the room, knowing the newlyweds were going to need time alone to talk. "Jeff you do crazy things sometimes that really scare me. And I just can't stand knowing that if you couldn't ever wrestle again then it was probably because of me!" She walked away from him, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. "I love you just as much as you love me Jeff. And I don't want you to get anymore than you want me to get hurt."
"Does it help if I told you I'd try to be careful?" Lita sighed to herself knowing Jeff was too stubborn to turn down the match. There was no way she was going to convince him not to go through with it.
"I guess so …" she trailed off, an idea coming to her mind. She turned around to face him, a new look of hope replacing her tear-streaked face. "Will you let me come out there with you?"
Jeff smiled figuring she was joking, but noticing the look of all seriousness, he stared at her in disbelief. "No. We've been through this before Amy. I'm not gonna let you near him, so that he can hurt you." As his way of telling her that was the end of the conversation, he went back to his search for his kneepads.
Lita persisted. "Jeff, come on. If you're not gonna stop the match, at least let me be out there to support you. I want to be there." She figured that she could at least be there to help him and cheer him on if anything.
"No, if he goes after you again, then I'm bound to do something insane."
"Fine!" Lita yelled back at him, hating the way he was able to use what she said against her. "I hate you." she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.
Finally able to find his kneepads, he stood up and walked over to her. Taking in the angry look she had, her lip poked out, arms folded back over her chest, eyes staring holes through him, he smiled. Placing his hands on her arm, he kissed her lips, lingering there if just for a second. "I love you." he mumbled against her lips. Pulling away and making his way for the door, he stopped just long enough to tell her he was going to talk to Chris. With that came the sound of the door opening and shutting.
Lita smiled to herself, frozen in the same position she'd just been in when he kissed her. That was Jeff for ya. He always knew just how to piss her off and make it better within a matter of seconds. Now all she had to do was worry about him coming out of his match okay.
Author's Note: I had to put something cute at the end there because it just came to mind. I hope you liked it. I managed to write this entire chapter today because my school had a snow day. Amazing what you can do with a little free time. I will update this and Two Wrongs very soon. I have to think about whether I want to continue Loving Unknowingly because I really don't know where to go with it. Review, review, review. Let me know what you think.