Author: Tay
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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 deep enough to lead to murder? Pairing: Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish Content warning: Nothing too bad in this chapter.
Whatever that buzzing was, it was driving her insane.
Lita couldn't even remember what had happened to her. She tried to focus and figure out what was going on. She hadn't even bothered to open her eyes yet. The buzzing was familiar. It was the same buzzing as that of the lights in a hospital room. And there were voices. And one of them sounded just like Joe's, the trainer.
The redhead moaned as memories of her encounter with Randy Orton and Triple H flooded her mind. Her body was like deadweight as she tried to sit up and put her legs over the edge of the bed. Immediately, she was able to sense everyone rushing to her side.
"Take it easy." Joe had his hands on her stomach and back, trying to steady her. When she opened her eyes, the brightness of the lights in the room turned her already pounding headache into a migraine. Everything was blurry. This had to be one of the worst feelings she'd ever had.
But Jeff's voice was enough to soothe her. "Ames? Sweetie, are you okay?" He caressed her face with one of his hands while the other one pushed her hair back. Everything finally became clear and she was able to focus in on Jeff's face, who was kneeling in front of her. As she looked around, she noticed Chris and Trish. His arm was around her waist, looks with a mixture of worry and reprieve on both their faces. And as Lita looked behind her, she saw Joe, with a smile expressing the same relief as everyone else in the room.
Lita finally brought her eyes back to Jeff, a look of confusion on her face. She couldn't understand why everyone seemed so relieved to see that she was awake now. And it was like Jeff knew exactly what she was thinking as he began to explain to her.
"We found you in the hallway, leaning against the wall. And you were…" He trailed off, taking her hand, unable to look her in the eye. "…you were bleeding from the back of your head. We rushed you to the hospital. The doctor ran some tests and said you were lucky only to have a mild concussion and that you should wake up pretty soon. But you've been unconscious for three hours."
Jeff finally brought his eyes back to her. Lita could see the tears that had welled up in his eyes. She finally looked down, noticing that she only had a hospital gown on.
Was he serious? Had she really been unconscious for three hours? How was that possible? Lita was taken aback by that news as she touched the back of her head, feeling the stitches that had been sewn there.
Lita once again turned to Joe. "Why did you stay so long?", she asked trying to get her mind off of the news she'd just received.
He gave her a smile. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." She nodded in response. A morbid silence filled the room.
"Can I talk to Jeff alone?"
Everyone responded yes, seemingly grateful that she'd excused them from this tense situation. Lita stared at the floor until she heard the click of the door. She then looked at Jeff, who continued to kneel in front of her and hold onto her hand. He wasn't looking at anything but it was clear his mind was not there. Lita recognized that look on his face as the determined, enraged look, letting her know he was going to get revenge for her. That look always scared her.
Lita took hold of Jeff's chin, causing his eyes to shoot to her, snapping back into reality. "You're gonna do something crazy now, aren't you?" Jeff didn't answer, just continued to stare at her. Lita knew that was a yes. But this time, she couldn't argue with him. She knew how angry he must've been and there was nothing she could say or do to change his mind.
"Jeff, will you hold me?" She threw her legs back on the bed and slid over, making room for Jeff to lay with her. Very willingly, he laid in the bed with her, wrapping his arms around her. Chills went down her spine as he sweetly kissed the top of her head, running his hand up and down her arm. She returned the affection, lightly rubbing his stomach.
"I always feel safest in your arms." It was true. She never felt more at ease. He made her feel carefree, like no harm could come to her because she knew he would always protect her.
"Then I wish I didn't ever have to let you go." Jeff responded, bringing a real smile to her face for the first time. He then grabbed her hand, linking his fingers with hers.
A silence filled the room. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence; they always seemed to be able to have an easy silence with each other since they understood each other so well. But Lita felt the need to break that silence. "Jeff, it's probably pointless for me to ask, but will you please resist the urge to beat the hell out of Batista or Randy or whoever you decide to take your anger out on this time?"
Jeff remained silent, still holding her. Lita sat up, looking him in the eyes. "Jeff, I'm serious this time. I just want this to end before someone gets hurt or--" She stopped, not wanting to complete the thought. As she continued to stare in his green orbs, she found an emotionless, icy glare. Jeff didn't care anymore. He didn't care what happened to him or any member of Evolution. He was set on getting revenge, no matter what it took.
Lita dropped her head in defeat. As though this feud wasn't bad enough, it was going to reach a new level. A dangerous level that she was sure they'd all end up regretting. Lita laid back in his arms, dropping the subject, knowing there wasn't a hope in the world of changing Jeff's mind. She closed her eyes, sending a prayer up to God that everything would be alright in the end.
Jeff pounded at the door of Eric Bischoff's office. It had been a week since Lita had been in the hospital. She'd stayed there until the next day, so the doctors could check up on her and make sure nothing else went wrong. The doctors told them that it would be a couple weeks before Lita could wrestle again. She wasn't even at the arena that night; she'd stayed at the hotel room with Trish. Everything had been fueling the fire of Jeff's rage and now it was time to make sure something was done about.
"I've got your back." Chris said, patting Jeff's back. He'd come to supported Jeff against that weasel Eric Bischoff. The slime-ball worked to please Evolution and Chris was there to help intimidate the little rat into giving Jeff what he wanted. As a matter of fact, he wanted some of Evolution for himself. He wanted to make them suffer for what they'd done to Lita.
Jeff pounded harder on the door, impatient and not in the mood to wait on Bischoff. The door swung open. "Who the hell do you think you are--" Noticing the temper of the pissed-off Hardy, Bischoff backed off quickly. He cowered away in fear as Jeff and Chris barged into the room.
"Excu-" Bischoff cleared his throat to keep his voice from cracking with fear. "Excuse me. Is there something I can do for you two?" There was a hint of irritation in his voice, but not so much to further anger the two men in the room with him. Jeff turned toward him, his green depths glaring holes through Bischoff. He stalked towards the smaller man, until he was mere inches from him. Bischoff gulped at the sight of the angry Hardy.
"Let's not play games Bischoff. We both know what happened to Lita last week. And we both know what needs to be done about it." Each word came out with a certain degree of passion and rage. Jeff Hardy was looking for a fight. He wanted revenge. Someone needed to pay.
Bischoff stepped back, trying to keep a distance from Jeff. He looked past Jeff, to the blonde Canadian standing behind him with his arms folded. "I assume that's what you're here for too." Chris only nodded in response, staying still in his position. Bischoff began to shake his head. "Look guys, I just--"
Bischoff found himself pinned against the walls by strong hands. Opening his eyes, he found the eyes of Jeff Hardy, which seemed almost possessed. Steadying his breathing, he begged to be let down. Jeff, complying, released him and waited for his answer. Straightening out his collar and clearing his throat once again, Bischoff prepared to change his answer for the benefit of his own safety.
"Here's what I can do. Chris, you can have Randy Orton in a ladder match for the Intercontinental Championship at the Royal Rumble." Chris nodded his approval, finally unfolding his arms. Bischoff redirected his attention to the man in front of him. "Triple H and Ric Flair have matches that night, but I can give you Batista in a……" Bischoff looked off in the corner, pondering an idea, anything to please those two men and get them out of his office. His eyes lit up as an idea came to him. Bringing his entranced gaze back to Jeff, he stated with confidence and satisfaction, "…a Hell in a Cell match."
"I have great news!" Chris could barely contain himself as he and Jeff entered the hotel room Trish and Lita were at. The blonde diva's eyes lit up as these first words left his mouth. Every part of her perked up in anticipation of Chris's big news.
Sensing the eagerness of his girlfriend and the curiosity of the redhead, he continued. "I've got a match against Randy Orton for the Intercontinental Title at the Royal Rumble!"
It barely took Trish two seconds to hop off the bed she and her best friend had been sitting on, and jump into Chris's arms. It had been so long since Bischoff had given Chris any opportunity to get a title. The evil man always seemed to have a bit of contempt for the Canadian, even back in the WCW days.
Trish released Chris and questioned how the match came about. "Why would Eric Bischoff just randomly give you title match?"
"Well, Jeff and I went over there and intimidated the boss. So, he gave us two good matches against Evolution at the Royal Rumble." At the conclusion of the sentence, the two blonde Canadians noticed the silence and tension between the other two people in the room. Not a word had passed between them since the men had entered the room.
The redhead stared into the eyes of her husband, her own eyes filled with fear and dread in anticipation of the inevitable. She knew Jeff had gone and done the one thing she had prayed he wouldn't.
Jeff held her gaze. His whole attitude had made a complete one-eighty from what it had been just an hour ago at Bischoff's office. There was an air of compassion surrounding him, and even a little bit of repentance. But even then, there still seemed to be a sense of determination. He knew that what he'd done would hurt Lita, but he had to do what was necessary. He needed to defend the woman he loved.
Lita broke the nerve-racking silence. "What did you get?" The emphasis she put on you was enough to make Jeff shudder. He became worried as her anger and anxiety seemed to increase.
Jeff replied cautiously, trying to sound as gentle as possible. "I got a…uhm…a Hell in the Cell match against Batista."
The redhead shook her head, breaking eye contact with Jeff. Even though she had prepared herself for this for a couple weeks, it still hit her hard. She didn't understand why the whole ridiculous feud wouldn't end. It was pointless and it wasn't getting anyone anywhere, except in the hospital.
Jeff tried to reason with her and keep her from getting too upset. "Honey, I understand…"
"NO! You don't understand!" Lita snapped. "Or else you wouldn't have made that match!"
Jeff couldn't immediately respond. There was something about the tone of her voice that caught him off guard. She'd never seemed so mad before. And there was that fire in her eyes that he'd always noticed when she was passionate about something. "Ames, we've been through this a lot. There's no way I can just sit back while they do whatever the hell they want to you."
"And how is it helping by "doing something" about it?!" Her hands made wild gestures, expressing her anger. "They're not stopping! And the same thing happens over and over again! You end up hurt and the whole thing is just so pointless!"
The redhead's face was almost the same color as her hair. She was now standing on her feet.
"Look Ames, I know it's rough but I can't just sit back and hope that it all stops!" Although Jeff had tried to remain calm, his volume had reached that of his wife's. Neither of them seemed to notice the two very uncomfortable blondes in the room.
"I don't understand why this stupid feud is still going on! I don't know why it even started!" Lita fell back down onto the bed, her face buried in her hands.
Jeff sighed, finally taking notice of Chris and Trish, as he gave them an apologetic look. He sat down beside Lita, running his hand through her blazing red hair to comfort her.
After a few moments, the redhead looked into her husband's eyes, the anger mostly gone, now replaced by fear. "Jeff, I'm so scared. I'm scared that something's gonna happen that we're gonna regret."
Jeff just stared into her hazel eyes, full of genuine worry and concern. He didn't know how to respond. He couldn't deny the statement she had just made. She was right. There was the possibility of something happening that they would all regret. But he couldn't promise her that he would stop.
Jeff pulled the trembling woman into his arms, holding her close. He'd do anything to make her fears go away, but he knew he couldn't. His heart clenched as he felt her clutch at his back, as if to never let him slip out of her arms.