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.
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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Jeff threw his fists at the door in front of him, pounding as hard as he could. "Lita!" He could still hear her cries. He pounded some more, putting more force onto the wood. "Lita! Lita!"
"JEFF!"
He heard her cry out his name, through the deep sobs and shrieks that were piercing through the arena hallway. At the sound of her crying his name, Jeff felt his heart drop to his stomach. Her voice was weak and scared. Lita was in that room, being held prisoner by Triple H while he did God knows what to her. Jeff should've known that Hunter would try something like this. He should've been more careful. Should've protected Lita better. But he had failed her. He had failed, and now she was at the mercy of that madman, Triple H.
Jeff pounded at the door continually, reaching for the door knob and trying to force the door open. He had to get in there. He had to get in there soon. Lita was in there - suffering! Jeff kept kicking at the door, when he heard it. Something that made his blood boil.
Through the sound of Lita's desperate screams, he heard Hunter laugh. A sick and twisted laugh, that fed off Lita's pain and terror.
Jeff felt the rage explode inside of him. He lost all rational thoughts as he threw his body at the door, barging at it with everything he had. He wasn't even aware that he was screaming Lita's name as he hurled himself at the door over, and over again.
He kicked at it, barely even feeling the pain that rushed up his leg as he pounded at the door. He slammed his fists on the wood, trying desperately to cause the door to fall. He stepped back, and took a small run at the door, throwing all of his body weight on it, but to no avail. He bounced off the wood, then fell to the cold, concrete floor.
Frustrated, aching, and scared, he held his head in his hands as he sat outside the room Lita was being held prisoner in. He felt the tears sting at his eyes as he heard Hunter's cutting voice through the door, and Lita's heart wrenching sobs. This wasn't real, this wasn't real. This was a nightmare. Please Lord, he prayed, let me wake up! He slammed his fist on the floor.
If only he were stronger. If only he were smarter. If only he could break that goddamn door down.. But no. He couldn't. He failed. He was a failure. He had let Lita down. Beautiful Lita. His best friend - the woman he was in love with. And he couldn't save her.
Jeff felt the hot, salty tears well in his eyes. Normally he tried to hide his tears, and swallow them down. But now, he just didn't care. He didn't care if the whole world saw him crying. He couldn't save Lita. A heavy sob escaped his lips. He couldn't save her.
"Where is she?"
Jeff lifted his head, his eyes burning from the tears. He was greeted with the sight of Matt, The Dudley Boys, and Kurt Angle staring down at him. Matt helped his brother up. "Where is she, Jeff?"
Jeff pointed to the door. "I can't.. I couldn't get in." He looked at his elder brother, self-hatred in the younger Hardy's eyes. "I can't do it Matt." He let out a harsh sob. "I can't save her."
Matt shook his head. "Not by yourself, you can't Jeff. And certainly not by sitting on the floor, feeling sorry for yourself. You think that's going to help Lita?" The dark haired Hardy harassed his brother, a firm tone coating his voice. Matt looked around at the other superstars that were by his side. "All of us together Jeff? We can. We can save Lita."
A piercing shriek shattered through the door, and all five men shook at the sound of it.
"Fuck this standing around shit." Bubba growled. "On the count of three, we all slam into that door, got it?" He looked around at the other men, who all nodded in understanding. Jeff's tears had stopped now, instead replaced with a look of resolution. Bubba nodded, cementing the plan in place.
"One, two, THREE!"
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Hunter shoved Lita in the room, shutting the door behind him. He turned his back on her, locking the door carefully. When he was sure that it was secure, he turned around to face the redhead, a wicked smirk gracing his lips. He took small steps toward her as she backed away from him, not wanting to allow him anywhere near her.
"Hunter, what are you doing?" She asked, a little hint of fear showing in her voice.
"Lita, sweetheart." Hunter's voice was soft, barely above a whisper as he approached her. "I'm trying to show you exactly how much I love you."
"You certainly have a fine way of showing it." Lita scoffed, swallowing her fear and glaring at the large man that stood in front of her.
Hunter's eyes narrowed, and his lips raised into a snarl. "Well, I wouldn't have to lock you in my locker room if you weren't being so difficult!" Triple H shoved Lita into the wall behind her, causing a jolt of sharp pain to shoot up her back.
Lita cried out in pain, and Hunter pressed his body against hers, closing the space between the two. "Please Lita, enough of the ridiculous games. I know you want me. I see the way you look at me."
She could feel his hot breath on her face. God, why wouldn't he leave her alone? He was insane!
"Hunter, those looks that I give you are looks of disgust."
Hunter growled loudly, grabbing the redhead by her arms, and throwing her across the room. Lita landed against the wall, her shoulder slamming awkwardly into the hard surface. She shrieked loudly, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks as the pain coursed through her body.
She lay crumpled on the floor, sobbing brutally. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. Was this just another nightmare? No, the pain was much too strong for it to be all a dream.
"Lita!"
God, she was hurting so much, she thought she heard someone scream her name. She looked up as Hunter stood over her, grinning like a maniac. What was he waiting for? Was he going to hit her again? He was just standing there, watching her cry.. Lita thought for sure she had heard that voice in her head. Hunter didn't seem to have noticed it.
But wait? What was that? She turned her head to the locked door. She could hear it. Someone was pounding on the door. The same person that had called her name earlier?
"Lita! Lita!"
Yes, someone was calling her name! But who was it. Lita's breath caught in her throat as she sobbed, realizing who it was pounding on the door and calling her name. It was Jeff.
"JEFF!" She cried out, her voice coming out small and weak from the harsh cries she had shed.
She saw Triple H turn his attention to the door, and frown viciously. "Looks like we have some company."
Lita's tears kept falling as Hunter turned his gaze back on Lita, and neared her once more. "Hunter, please.. don't." Hunter approached the cowering Lita, who had pressed herself up into a corner on the floor of his locker room. Her knees were held against her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees. The redhead looked up at The Game, fear clouding her hazel eyes.
"Please Hunter.." She pleaded. Her body was aching, the pain becoming so fierce that she was starting to feel numb.
"Lita.. why won't you just let me show you how much I love you?" He sneered as he stepped closer to the redhead. "You're making things so difficult for the both of us." Hunter reached out for Lita, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling up, forcing her to stand. Lita cried out in pain once more, as he pulled at her red hair.
"Now Lita, are you going to co-operate? Or do I have to..." He moved his face close to hers. He smiled wickedly before continuing. "... convince you, further?"
Lita felt a hot tear fall onto her cheek as she looked into his eyes. Eyes that were swirling with a rage and lust that made her feel sick deep in her stomach. She could still hear Jeff pounding away at the wooden door. Oh God, he was trying so hard to get to her. To save her. Jeff..
Hunter lifted a brow and a then smile appeared on his lips. "Does that Hardy kid seriously think he could get through that door? And even if he does manage to do that, does he seriously think he could stop me?" Triple H let out a deep, menacing laugh at the thought, and Lita cringed at the sound of it.
Louder sounds came from the door. Jeff must've been really giving it his all. The door visibly shook with each hit, but stood strong. Lita could hear Jeff screaming her name over and over. My God. He was trying so hard. Lita winced each time she heard Jeff call out her name, and then crash into the wooden door. Triple H continued to laugh, and then grew serious once more.
"So, Lita. What do you say?"
Hurting and tired, Lita looked at The Game with tear filled eyes. "I say you go to hell, Hunter."
With that, Lita saw the irrational rage darken Hunter's features as he kneed Lita in the stomach. His big, heavy knee winded her as she fell to the floor, doubling over. Lita couldn't even find the breath to cry. She felt Hunter's hands on her, and realized that he was standing over her. His hands were on her shoulders, holding her to the floor. He straddled her, sitting on her hips. She looked up at him, as he pulled his fist back. She felt the heavy impact on her face, and red exploded beneath her eyes.
Lita heard a loud crash at the front of the room before everything went dark.
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.
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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Jeff threw his fists at the door in front of him, pounding as hard as he could. "Lita!" He could still hear her cries. He pounded some more, putting more force onto the wood. "Lita! Lita!"
"JEFF!"
He heard her cry out his name, through the deep sobs and shrieks that were piercing through the arena hallway. At the sound of her crying his name, Jeff felt his heart drop to his stomach. Her voice was weak and scared. Lita was in that room, being held prisoner by Triple H while he did God knows what to her. Jeff should've known that Hunter would try something like this. He should've been more careful. Should've protected Lita better. But he had failed her. He had failed, and now she was at the mercy of that madman, Triple H.
Jeff pounded at the door continually, reaching for the door knob and trying to force the door open. He had to get in there. He had to get in there soon. Lita was in there - suffering! Jeff kept kicking at the door, when he heard it. Something that made his blood boil.
Through the sound of Lita's desperate screams, he heard Hunter laugh. A sick and twisted laugh, that fed off Lita's pain and terror.
Jeff felt the rage explode inside of him. He lost all rational thoughts as he threw his body at the door, barging at it with everything he had. He wasn't even aware that he was screaming Lita's name as he hurled himself at the door over, and over again.
He kicked at it, barely even feeling the pain that rushed up his leg as he pounded at the door. He slammed his fists on the wood, trying desperately to cause the door to fall. He stepped back, and took a small run at the door, throwing all of his body weight on it, but to no avail. He bounced off the wood, then fell to the cold, concrete floor.
Frustrated, aching, and scared, he held his head in his hands as he sat outside the room Lita was being held prisoner in. He felt the tears sting at his eyes as he heard Hunter's cutting voice through the door, and Lita's heart wrenching sobs. This wasn't real, this wasn't real. This was a nightmare. Please Lord, he prayed, let me wake up! He slammed his fist on the floor.
If only he were stronger. If only he were smarter. If only he could break that goddamn door down.. But no. He couldn't. He failed. He was a failure. He had let Lita down. Beautiful Lita. His best friend - the woman he was in love with. And he couldn't save her.
Jeff felt the hot, salty tears well in his eyes. Normally he tried to hide his tears, and swallow them down. But now, he just didn't care. He didn't care if the whole world saw him crying. He couldn't save Lita. A heavy sob escaped his lips. He couldn't save her.
"Where is she?"
Jeff lifted his head, his eyes burning from the tears. He was greeted with the sight of Matt, The Dudley Boys, and Kurt Angle staring down at him. Matt helped his brother up. "Where is she, Jeff?"
Jeff pointed to the door. "I can't.. I couldn't get in." He looked at his elder brother, self-hatred in the younger Hardy's eyes. "I can't do it Matt." He let out a harsh sob. "I can't save her."
Matt shook his head. "Not by yourself, you can't Jeff. And certainly not by sitting on the floor, feeling sorry for yourself. You think that's going to help Lita?" The dark haired Hardy harassed his brother, a firm tone coating his voice. Matt looked around at the other superstars that were by his side. "All of us together Jeff? We can. We can save Lita."
A piercing shriek shattered through the door, and all five men shook at the sound of it.
"Fuck this standing around shit." Bubba growled. "On the count of three, we all slam into that door, got it?" He looked around at the other men, who all nodded in understanding. Jeff's tears had stopped now, instead replaced with a look of resolution. Bubba nodded, cementing the plan in place.
"One, two, THREE!"
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Hunter shoved Lita in the room, shutting the door behind him. He turned his back on her, locking the door carefully. When he was sure that it was secure, he turned around to face the redhead, a wicked smirk gracing his lips. He took small steps toward her as she backed away from him, not wanting to allow him anywhere near her.
"Hunter, what are you doing?" She asked, a little hint of fear showing in her voice.
"Lita, sweetheart." Hunter's voice was soft, barely above a whisper as he approached her. "I'm trying to show you exactly how much I love you."
"You certainly have a fine way of showing it." Lita scoffed, swallowing her fear and glaring at the large man that stood in front of her.
Hunter's eyes narrowed, and his lips raised into a snarl. "Well, I wouldn't have to lock you in my locker room if you weren't being so difficult!" Triple H shoved Lita into the wall behind her, causing a jolt of sharp pain to shoot up her back.
Lita cried out in pain, and Hunter pressed his body against hers, closing the space between the two. "Please Lita, enough of the ridiculous games. I know you want me. I see the way you look at me."
She could feel his hot breath on her face. God, why wouldn't he leave her alone? He was insane!
"Hunter, those looks that I give you are looks of disgust."
Hunter growled loudly, grabbing the redhead by her arms, and throwing her across the room. Lita landed against the wall, her shoulder slamming awkwardly into the hard surface. She shrieked loudly, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks as the pain coursed through her body.
She lay crumpled on the floor, sobbing brutally. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. Was this just another nightmare? No, the pain was much too strong for it to be all a dream.
"Lita!"
God, she was hurting so much, she thought she heard someone scream her name. She looked up as Hunter stood over her, grinning like a maniac. What was he waiting for? Was he going to hit her again? He was just standing there, watching her cry.. Lita thought for sure she had heard that voice in her head. Hunter didn't seem to have noticed it.
But wait? What was that? She turned her head to the locked door. She could hear it. Someone was pounding on the door. The same person that had called her name earlier?
"Lita! Lita!"
Yes, someone was calling her name! But who was it. Lita's breath caught in her throat as she sobbed, realizing who it was pounding on the door and calling her name. It was Jeff.
"JEFF!" She cried out, her voice coming out small and weak from the harsh cries she had shed.
She saw Triple H turn his attention to the door, and frown viciously. "Looks like we have some company."
Lita's tears kept falling as Hunter turned his gaze back on Lita, and neared her once more. "Hunter, please.. don't." Hunter approached the cowering Lita, who had pressed herself up into a corner on the floor of his locker room. Her knees were held against her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees. The redhead looked up at The Game, fear clouding her hazel eyes.
"Please Hunter.." She pleaded. Her body was aching, the pain becoming so fierce that she was starting to feel numb.
"Lita.. why won't you just let me show you how much I love you?" He sneered as he stepped closer to the redhead. "You're making things so difficult for the both of us." Hunter reached out for Lita, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling up, forcing her to stand. Lita cried out in pain once more, as he pulled at her red hair.
"Now Lita, are you going to co-operate? Or do I have to..." He moved his face close to hers. He smiled wickedly before continuing. "... convince you, further?"
Lita felt a hot tear fall onto her cheek as she looked into his eyes. Eyes that were swirling with a rage and lust that made her feel sick deep in her stomach. She could still hear Jeff pounding away at the wooden door. Oh God, he was trying so hard to get to her. To save her. Jeff..
Hunter lifted a brow and a then smile appeared on his lips. "Does that Hardy kid seriously think he could get through that door? And even if he does manage to do that, does he seriously think he could stop me?" Triple H let out a deep, menacing laugh at the thought, and Lita cringed at the sound of it.
Louder sounds came from the door. Jeff must've been really giving it his all. The door visibly shook with each hit, but stood strong. Lita could hear Jeff screaming her name over and over. My God. He was trying so hard. Lita winced each time she heard Jeff call out her name, and then crash into the wooden door. Triple H continued to laugh, and then grew serious once more.
"So, Lita. What do you say?"
Hurting and tired, Lita looked at The Game with tear filled eyes. "I say you go to hell, Hunter."
With that, Lita saw the irrational rage darken Hunter's features as he kneed Lita in the stomach. His big, heavy knee winded her as she fell to the floor, doubling over. Lita couldn't even find the breath to cry. She felt Hunter's hands on her, and realized that he was standing over her. His hands were on her shoulders, holding her to the floor. He straddled her, sitting on her hips. She looked up at him, as he pulled his fist back. She felt the heavy impact on her face, and red exploded beneath her eyes.
Lita heard a loud crash at the front of the room before everything went dark.