TITLE: All My Love.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: So far it's been pretty tame. So PG-13. But it might go up to an R later. Maybe.
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), Sexual themes, and Violence. All
the things that make a good fic! hehe. Also in the next few chapters there will be assault.. so, if anyone's offended, turn away!
SUMMARY: Lita gets a secret admirer... That turns out to be more than a little creepy. Lita/Jeff pairing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince
McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I love to recieve feedback - but then again, don't all authors? Praise welcome, but I'd like to know exactly what worked/didn't work for you.
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"Do you think you guys can do that for me?"
Bubba Ray and D'von Dudley looked at each other, silently asking what the other thought of the idea being proposed by Jeff Hardy.
Putting Triple H through a table.
Neither Bubba nor D'von knew why the youngest Hardy Boy wanted The Game to be put through a table, and frankly, they didn't care. Both Dudley's had a hatred for the man, and putting him through a table with a 3D would be extremely sweet. So when Jeff had come to them in their locker room, and asked them if they could do exactly that as a favour to him, they didn't hesitate when answering.
"We'd love to." Bubba replied, answering for both himself and his brother. D'von nodded his head in agreement.
Jeff smiled. "Thanks guys. I'd really appreciate it if you could do it tonight, if it's not too much trouble."
D'von patted Jeff on the back, beaming. "Hey man, in my mind, the sooner - the better."
Bubba grinned, thinking about how much he would enjoy putting Hunter through a table. It was about time for that man to taste wood. But something nagged at him, something he just could't let go of.
"Jeff?"
"Yeah Bubba?"
"Don't get me wrong, because I want to see Triple H go through a table just as bad as you do, but.. there's just one thing."
Jeff stared at Bubba, confused. "Go on."
"Well, I know D'von and I want to see Hunter hurt - no matter by what means it is. And I know why we do as well. He's been a grade A bastard to us ever since we joined the WWE. And I know you want to see Hunter hurt as well. But I just don't know why." The big man ran a hand over his stubbly chin as he spoke.
Jeff sighed, and looked around the locker room they were in. He didn't particularly want to tell D'von and Bubba about what Triple H had been doing to Lita. it was hard enough for her as it was, with him and Matt watching over her. And if more people knew, it might just make things harder for her to deal with.
While he was still contemplating what to say, the door swung open. A small blonde walked over to Bubba, planting a soft kiss on his lips.
"Hey you." She murmured in his ear, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Jeff and D'von stood in the room as well.
Bubba grinned widely, hugging the blonde close to him. "Hey Trish. How's my girl doing?" He ran a free hand through her golden hair.
Jeff watched his friends closely, and smiled. Who ever would've have guessed that Trish Stratus and Bubba Ray Dudley would ever get together - and fall madly in love. They'd been a couple for months now, growing closer by the day. He was glad that Bubba had found someone that adored him as much as he adored them.
After a few minutes, the two finally rejoined D'von and Jeff in reality.
"So Hardy, you never answered my question." Bubba stated, arms wrapped around Trish's waist.
"And what question was that?" Trish looked up at him, a smirk playing on her lips.
Bubba looked at Trish, then back at Jeff. "Why he wants me and D'von to put Hunter through a table so bad."
Trish's cheeky smirk was replaced by a bitter scowl as she heard Triple H's name. "Isn't it obvious? Because he's a sick, perverted jerk."
Jeff eyed Trish curiously. He knew that Trish didn't like Hunter, but that reply.. maybe Lita had told Trish already? They were extremely close, after all. And Lita was saying something about wanting to talk to another female about the whole incident..
Trish's eyes locked onto Jeff's, and within an instant he knew that Lita had told Trish. Everything was there in her eyes. The disgust she felt at Triple H's behaviour, her eagerness to see him being slammed into hard wood - it was all there in her eyes.
"No, there's got to be something else." Bubba insisted, eyeing Jeff steadily. "We all know what Triple H is like. So why this sudden need for an attack, right now?"
Trish and Jeff looked desperately at each other, both unsure of whether they should say anything. Their uncertainty was interrupted by a figure standing in the doorway.
"Because he attacked me last week."
All eyes turned towards the soft spoken voice in the doorway. The redhead stood calmly, leaning against the door frame, her arms folded across her chest. She looked at her four friends, standing in the locker room. Her gaze rested on Jeff.
"That's what it is, isn't it Jeff? You want Hunter put through a table because of what he did to me last week, right?"
Jeff nodded, moving towards Lita. "Yeah, Li. That's right. I want him to pay for what he did." His bright green eyes clouded over in something resembling rage. "He can't ..attack.. you like that, and get away with it."
D'von turned his attention to Lita, a nervous stutter in his words. "What d-did he do to you?"
Trish touched D'von's arm lightly, and looked at him and Bubba. "I'll fill you both in later." Her gaze fell on Lita. "Are you okay with this, though? If you don't want Bubba and D'von to get involved..."
"No, I want him to pay too. I just - don't want you two to get hurt trying to defend me, that's all." Lita said softly, leaning into Jeff's arms.
Bubba regarded her with a gentle look. "Li, we may be going out there to defend you, but trust me, everything we do to him is for us as well. So if we get hurt, it's because we wanted to go out there and hurt him. Don't place anything on yourself."
The locker room fell silent for a few moments, when Trish broke the quiet with a small voice. "Um, guys? How are you planning on getting Triple H into the ring? Hunter doesn't have a match scheduled for tonight."
Jeff released Lita slowly, and grabbed his bag. Unzipping it carefully, he pulled out his ring attire and looked up at his friends.
"Yes, he does."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: So far it's been pretty tame. So PG-13. But it might go up to an R later. Maybe.
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), Sexual themes, and Violence. All
the things that make a good fic! hehe. Also in the next few chapters there will be assault.. so, if anyone's offended, turn away!
SUMMARY: Lita gets a secret admirer... That turns out to be more than a little creepy. Lita/Jeff pairing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince
McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I love to recieve feedback - but then again, don't all authors? Praise welcome, but I'd like to know exactly what worked/didn't work for you.
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"Do you think you guys can do that for me?"
Bubba Ray and D'von Dudley looked at each other, silently asking what the other thought of the idea being proposed by Jeff Hardy.
Putting Triple H through a table.
Neither Bubba nor D'von knew why the youngest Hardy Boy wanted The Game to be put through a table, and frankly, they didn't care. Both Dudley's had a hatred for the man, and putting him through a table with a 3D would be extremely sweet. So when Jeff had come to them in their locker room, and asked them if they could do exactly that as a favour to him, they didn't hesitate when answering.
"We'd love to." Bubba replied, answering for both himself and his brother. D'von nodded his head in agreement.
Jeff smiled. "Thanks guys. I'd really appreciate it if you could do it tonight, if it's not too much trouble."
D'von patted Jeff on the back, beaming. "Hey man, in my mind, the sooner - the better."
Bubba grinned, thinking about how much he would enjoy putting Hunter through a table. It was about time for that man to taste wood. But something nagged at him, something he just could't let go of.
"Jeff?"
"Yeah Bubba?"
"Don't get me wrong, because I want to see Triple H go through a table just as bad as you do, but.. there's just one thing."
Jeff stared at Bubba, confused. "Go on."
"Well, I know D'von and I want to see Hunter hurt - no matter by what means it is. And I know why we do as well. He's been a grade A bastard to us ever since we joined the WWE. And I know you want to see Hunter hurt as well. But I just don't know why." The big man ran a hand over his stubbly chin as he spoke.
Jeff sighed, and looked around the locker room they were in. He didn't particularly want to tell D'von and Bubba about what Triple H had been doing to Lita. it was hard enough for her as it was, with him and Matt watching over her. And if more people knew, it might just make things harder for her to deal with.
While he was still contemplating what to say, the door swung open. A small blonde walked over to Bubba, planting a soft kiss on his lips.
"Hey you." She murmured in his ear, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Jeff and D'von stood in the room as well.
Bubba grinned widely, hugging the blonde close to him. "Hey Trish. How's my girl doing?" He ran a free hand through her golden hair.
Jeff watched his friends closely, and smiled. Who ever would've have guessed that Trish Stratus and Bubba Ray Dudley would ever get together - and fall madly in love. They'd been a couple for months now, growing closer by the day. He was glad that Bubba had found someone that adored him as much as he adored them.
After a few minutes, the two finally rejoined D'von and Jeff in reality.
"So Hardy, you never answered my question." Bubba stated, arms wrapped around Trish's waist.
"And what question was that?" Trish looked up at him, a smirk playing on her lips.
Bubba looked at Trish, then back at Jeff. "Why he wants me and D'von to put Hunter through a table so bad."
Trish's cheeky smirk was replaced by a bitter scowl as she heard Triple H's name. "Isn't it obvious? Because he's a sick, perverted jerk."
Jeff eyed Trish curiously. He knew that Trish didn't like Hunter, but that reply.. maybe Lita had told Trish already? They were extremely close, after all. And Lita was saying something about wanting to talk to another female about the whole incident..
Trish's eyes locked onto Jeff's, and within an instant he knew that Lita had told Trish. Everything was there in her eyes. The disgust she felt at Triple H's behaviour, her eagerness to see him being slammed into hard wood - it was all there in her eyes.
"No, there's got to be something else." Bubba insisted, eyeing Jeff steadily. "We all know what Triple H is like. So why this sudden need for an attack, right now?"
Trish and Jeff looked desperately at each other, both unsure of whether they should say anything. Their uncertainty was interrupted by a figure standing in the doorway.
"Because he attacked me last week."
All eyes turned towards the soft spoken voice in the doorway. The redhead stood calmly, leaning against the door frame, her arms folded across her chest. She looked at her four friends, standing in the locker room. Her gaze rested on Jeff.
"That's what it is, isn't it Jeff? You want Hunter put through a table because of what he did to me last week, right?"
Jeff nodded, moving towards Lita. "Yeah, Li. That's right. I want him to pay for what he did." His bright green eyes clouded over in something resembling rage. "He can't ..attack.. you like that, and get away with it."
D'von turned his attention to Lita, a nervous stutter in his words. "What d-did he do to you?"
Trish touched D'von's arm lightly, and looked at him and Bubba. "I'll fill you both in later." Her gaze fell on Lita. "Are you okay with this, though? If you don't want Bubba and D'von to get involved..."
"No, I want him to pay too. I just - don't want you two to get hurt trying to defend me, that's all." Lita said softly, leaning into Jeff's arms.
Bubba regarded her with a gentle look. "Li, we may be going out there to defend you, but trust me, everything we do to him is for us as well. So if we get hurt, it's because we wanted to go out there and hurt him. Don't place anything on yourself."
The locker room fell silent for a few moments, when Trish broke the quiet with a small voice. "Um, guys? How are you planning on getting Triple H into the ring? Hunter doesn't have a match scheduled for tonight."
Jeff released Lita slowly, and grabbed his bag. Unzipping it carefully, he pulled out his ring attire and looked up at his friends.
"Yes, he does."