Author: Shantay
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone…..unfortunately….
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. )
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Let's say a little while ago because Victoria's still a heel and Randy's still in Evolution.
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: A little bit of foul words…not so much to give you a heart attack though…
It was getting so close. Too close for Lita's comfort. It was already the Raw before the Royal Rumble and Lita was already going insane. The poor redhead had pictured so many awful scenarios. The stress was overwhelming.
Jeff looked at his sullen wife through the mirror he'd been getting ready in. He hated seeing her like this. She hadn't smiled in weeks. He missed playful Lita, the one that would laugh at any silly thing he did. Gazing at her through the mirror, he could tell exactly what was on her mind. The way she sank into the couch, her eyes trained on the floor, the frown on her face predominant, told the whole story.
He walked over to her, almost tiptoeing as though he would break something, cautiously kneeling in front of her. She continued to look away from him. The hurt in her eyes killed him. He placed his hands on her knees, his thumbs making small circles on each knee.
"Hey babe." Jeff looked into those dark hazel eyes of hers, with a wonderful smile on his face. She loved it when he would call her such sweet names and he knew it. But still, all he could get was a tiny forced smile out of her when she looked at him. He didn't want to bring up his match against Batista at the Royal Rumble. They'd been through it so many times and it didn't make anything better.
Instead, he kept the smile on his face. He was going to cheer up the beautiful redhead no matter what it took. He suddenly remembered a piece of information they'd gotten upon arriving at the arena. "Hey, aren't you happy about your match against Victoria? You get a title shot against her at the pay-per-view and you get to beat her ass in the process."
Lita's still small smile came a little more naturally this time. She despised that woman and her boyfriend, if he could even be called that, Steven Richards. But she still didn't respond, just stared at him.
Jeff nodded, looking to the floor a moment. "Oh, I see how it is. You're punishing me with the silent treatment. Because you know I love hearing your beautiful voice." The redhead couldn't help but laugh a little, gazing down.
"There we go. I got a laugh outta ya." He paused for a moment. "I was thinking about something. Well…how would you like to come out to my match with me tonight?"
The suspicious redhead eyed her husband carefully before responding, her brows raised slightly. "Aren't you worried about Batista coming out and doing something?"
Jeff sighed. "Well, I thought about what you've been telling me. I guess you're just as safe out there. Things could happen back here too." He swallowed, recalling what had recently happened. "Besides, there's Chris to help if anything goes wrong. And I'll be there if something happens. And really, I miss having you there to cheer me on…at least at the matches that don't involve Batista or Evolution in any way. So, what do you say? Will you be my escort again?"
Her brilliant smile brightened the room. Finally, her smile was back. "Yes."
Jeff's face scrunched up and he pretended to be offended. "Is that all I get? I asked you to come to the ring with me and I can't get more than a measly smile."
Lita cupped his face in her hands and kissed his lips. It was just a sweet kiss on the lips, but it felt like so much more. It seemed like so long, since she'd been even a little affectionate with him after everything that had been going on. It was just nice to receive a genuine, loving kiss from her. Her lips lingered there for a few moments, just holding his lips with hers, before she slowly pulled back keeping her face within an inch of his.
She held his gaze for a few moments. Jeff waited to see what her next action would be. The redhead quickly smiled, hopping up from the couch. Jeff, confused, watched her run to her suitcase and scramble through it. "What are you doing?"
"I have to change. I didn't expect to be doing anything tonight. I have to look at least halfway decent." She pulled out a hot pink tank top, matching hot pink thong with black outlining, and blank pants. She then made her way back over to her husband, throwing the clothes on the couch behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Thank you."
"For being the sexiest man in the world?" Jeff smirked, as she gave him a laugh.
"That and for being the best husband in the world. Thank you for always making things so much better. I can always count on you when I'm down."
"No problem sweetie." He kissed her on the lips.
The redhead's eyes went up, contemplating. "Although you can make a situation worse sometimes, but let's not go there." She grinned as he laughed mockingly, then she grabbed her clothes and ran off into the bathroom.
Jeff sighed. She was happy for the first time in a while, at least for the time being. But he knew that it would only last so long. Come Sunday, Lita would be stressed, upset, and worried. He wanted to ease that suffering, but he had to do what he had to do. He had to defend her and make Batista pay for everything he'd ever done to her.
Sunday, he would make him pay, no matter what it took.
"I can't believe I have to defend my title against that bitch!" Victoria was fuming after just leaving Eric Bischoff's office. Steven Richards, followed closely behind, like an obedient puppy.
"I know sweetie," , he piped in, trying to calm her. "But you'll do just fine. There's nothing to worry about. You're so much better than her."
Victoria spun around, her infuriated eyes glaring down Steven. "I know I'm better than her. But she always manages to sneak out with the win. She always finds a way to steal my win."
"You're right hun. But you're just so good, you'll be able to handle it. That's why you're the champ." He pointed at the big, shiny belt across her shoulder. She lifter it further up on her shoulder, her head held high, as she seemed pleased with his response.
"Yea. You're right. I'm just tired of her getting in my way. She's always there pulling every kind of scam to get my belt." The Californian rolled her eyes at the thought of the redhead. Lita was always there with the challenge. She threatened Victoria's rightful position as Women's Champion. Had it not been for all of Lita's drama with Batista, it was a possibility that she could have been champ by now.
Victoria groaned as the thought entered her head. She couldn't stand the damn redhead. She'd been the best at everything since she'd come to the WWE. She was the best female wrestler. The prettiest. The fans loved her. Everyone loved her. It was Lita, Lita, Lita!! And it drove her insane. It was Victoria's time now. Everyone needed to notice her. Forget that bitch Lita!!
"I wish she wasn't in the picture! I need to get her out of the picture!" Her eyes glued on Steven, as he smirked at her anger. "Steven, I'm gonna make sure Lita can never have the spotlight again. It's my turn. I'll make sure of it."
Steven laughed eerily as a creepy smile spread across Victoria's face.
Author's Note: Wow, that kinda scared me as I was writing it, lol. Review me please!