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 those reviews! Keep 'em coming! Let me know what you thought please. Reviews are like a drug man, and I need a hit! hehe.
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Triple H looked up towards the door angrily. "What the fu--"
He didn't even get the chance to finish his statement. Jeff flew to him, pounding his fists into the bigger man furiously. There was a primal rage that throbbed through Jeff's body that he'd never felt before. This wasn't about winning a match. This wasn't even about hurting Triple H. Jeff wanted to see Hunter dead.
Triple H was on the floor of the room, Jeff ramming his fists into him over and over again. "You sick, fucking bastard! I'm going to fucking KILL you!"
Matt ran over to Lita, who was lying motionless on the floor. He placed a hand carefully on her forehead. "Lita?" He whispered in her ear. "Lita, are you alright?" When she didn't answer him, Matt turned to Kurt Angle, who was standing behind him. "Help me get her out of here."
As Matt and Kurt lifted Lita up and carried her out of the room, Triple H managed to overpower Jeff. He pushed the youngest Hardy off him, causing Jeff to fall backwards onto the floor.
"You pathetic little worm." Triple H sneered as he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He pulled it away and realised there was blood on his hand. He smirked at Jeff menacingly. "You made me bleed."
Still on the floor, Jeff glowered at The Game. "Good. I hope it hurt."
Hunter laughed, an unsettling chuckle rising from him. "Hurt? You.. hurt me?" The amused look on his face was instantly replaced with a threatening snarl. "I doubt it."
Jeff quickly rose to his feet, and ran for Hunter once more. He felt strong arms gripping him, holding him back. Bubba and D'von held both his arms, securing him. "Don't man. Not now. Lita needs you." Bubba said quietly, eyeing off Triple H dangerously.
Triple H smiled, breathing heavily. "That's right, Hardy. Wouldn't want you getting hurt now, would we?" He let out another laugh, and walked towards the door, passing Jeff and the Dudleys. As he passed them, Jeff broke free of Bubba and D'von's grip and speared Hunter from behind.
The two men went flying out of the locker room, and into the arena hallway. Jeff pounding Triple H's head angrily, and Triple H trying desperately to fight the youngest Hardy off.
"Get off me!" Hunter snarled visciously, blocking Jeff's punches. Jeff merely continued to hit him, not stopping when Bubba and D'von pleaded with him too.
"Come on Jeff! Don't get yourself hurt now!" Bubba demanded. "Lita needs you!"
Frowning deeply, Jeff ignored his friends' cries. Instead, he grabbed Triple H by the hair, and slammed the back of his skull into the wall behind them.
"What the hell is going on here?"
At the sound of that voice, Jeff froze. He released Triple H, who was lying in the middle of the hallway floor, and stood up. "Vince.. I can explain.."
"I'm not worried about you, Jeffrey." Vince McMahon said, his voice calming down as he looked at the youngest Hardy brother. "But you, on the other hand.." He bent down towards Hunter, who was steadying himself on the floor. ".. you are in big trouble, you sick creep."
Vince's voice was soft and steady, while lined with disgust and contempt as he spoke to his ex-son in law. "I know what you've been doing to poor Lita. And I'm disgusted. The police know as well, and they're on their way over here right now." Vince glared at Triple H once more, and then stood back up to face Jeff.
"Jeff, I have a proposal for you and your brother." Vince straightened up his suit, and studied the young man's features. Jeff was breathing heavily with exertion, sweat dripping from his brow. "After what the both of you have been through, worrying about Lita and the such, I say you deserve to have a piece of that thing lying down there."
Jeff ran a hand through his hair. "Go on."
"So I propose that you and Matt can face Triple H in a handicap match. But not just any handicap match, of course. It's your decision of what rules you'd like to play by. A ladder match, or maybe TLC, last man standing.. anything you guys want."
Jeff glanced down at Triple H, still lying on the floor, looking up at the Hardy brother with hatred. Oh, it would be sweet to get that bastard in the ring. And with any kind of match he wanted? Jeff began thinking about the possibilities. But then Jeff's thoughts immediately flew to Lita. God, he didn't even see if she was okay? Matt and Kurt carried her out, didn't they? He needed to see her.
"Vince, I'll talk about your offer with Matt. If you'll excuse me, I really need to go see Lita."
"Of course." Vince nodded, then turned to Bubba and D'von who were standing behind Jeff. "Do you mind staying and keeping an eye on this.. thing.. until the police get here?"
D'von and Bubba nodded in agreement. "No worries Boss. Our pleasure."
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Jeff found Kurt Angle standing outside the medical room, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Kurt, where is she?"
"She's in there. Matt's with her." Kurt looked at Jeff softly. "I'm really sorry Jeff. If I'd have known that Hunter was going to..." The Olympic Hero trailed off.
Jeff shook his head. "S'kay Kurt." Jeff reached out for the handle, but Kurt stopped him.
"I just thought you should know before you go in there. She looks pretty beat up. But she's okay, alright?" Kurt sighed. "The EMTs said we got to her just in time."
Jeff nodded, and patted Kurt on the arm before entering the room. Jeff shut the door behind him, and his eyes immediately fell on Lita's form, lying on a bed in the corner of the room. Matt was sitting on a chair beside her, his hand enveloping her own.
Matt looked up at Jeff, and smiled grimly. "Did you take care of Hunter?"
Jeff shook his head as he pulled up a chair next to his brother. "Not the way I wanted to. But, uh, Vince said he'll give us a handicap match against him, if we want it."
"Hell yeah we want it! I can't wait to get my hands on that bag of--", Matt trailed off as he watched his younger brother place his hand on Lita's forehead gently, brushing away some hair that had fallen into her face.
"He hurt her bad, Matt." Jeff whispered, taking in her swollen features. Her eye was swelling up quickly, the purple and yellow colouring already coming to her face. Her lip was split open, dry blood surrounding the wound.
"I know Jeff, I know. That's why we gotta make him pay."
"Is she okay? Is she awake?" Jeff asked, looking up at his brother. Jeff couldn't stand seeing Lita lying there, so lifeless. This woman, his best friend, that was normally so full of energy and life..
"She's.. alright, considering. She was awake before, but they gave her some painkillers, and she fell asleep again." Matt ran a hand through his charcoal hair, letting out a sigh. "She should be awake again soon."
Jeff ran his thumb down Lita's cheek, and felt a pain in his chest. If only he'd got to her sooner.. if only he hadn't left her alone backstage.. if only --
"So what did Vince say about our match? When will it be, and what kind of rules do we get?" Matt said, obviously trying to keep Jeff's thoughts on something slightly more positive.
"Um, he didn't say when he'd schedule it for. I don't really care, as long as it's soon." Jeff replied. "But as for the rules.. whatever we want."
"Whatever we want? As in anything at all?" Matt asked incredulously.
"Anything." Jeff confirmed.
Matt stood up from his chair, and stood in the middle of the room. "That's great! Jeff, can you imagine what we could do to Hunter in a two on one ladder match? Or even better, a TLC match?" A bitter smirk appeared on the older Hardy's face. "We could cause him serious pain."
"Screw TLC, Matt." Jeff said softly.
"What?" Matt frowned as he watched his brother. He watched as Jeff gave the sleeping redhead a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then stood up to face him. He took in the gleam in Jeff's green eyes, and felt a little nervous at the look on his brother's face.
"I have something much more fun in mind."
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 those reviews! Keep 'em coming! Let me know what you thought please. Reviews are like a drug man, and I need a hit! hehe.
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Triple H looked up towards the door angrily. "What the fu--"
He didn't even get the chance to finish his statement. Jeff flew to him, pounding his fists into the bigger man furiously. There was a primal rage that throbbed through Jeff's body that he'd never felt before. This wasn't about winning a match. This wasn't even about hurting Triple H. Jeff wanted to see Hunter dead.
Triple H was on the floor of the room, Jeff ramming his fists into him over and over again. "You sick, fucking bastard! I'm going to fucking KILL you!"
Matt ran over to Lita, who was lying motionless on the floor. He placed a hand carefully on her forehead. "Lita?" He whispered in her ear. "Lita, are you alright?" When she didn't answer him, Matt turned to Kurt Angle, who was standing behind him. "Help me get her out of here."
As Matt and Kurt lifted Lita up and carried her out of the room, Triple H managed to overpower Jeff. He pushed the youngest Hardy off him, causing Jeff to fall backwards onto the floor.
"You pathetic little worm." Triple H sneered as he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He pulled it away and realised there was blood on his hand. He smirked at Jeff menacingly. "You made me bleed."
Still on the floor, Jeff glowered at The Game. "Good. I hope it hurt."
Hunter laughed, an unsettling chuckle rising from him. "Hurt? You.. hurt me?" The amused look on his face was instantly replaced with a threatening snarl. "I doubt it."
Jeff quickly rose to his feet, and ran for Hunter once more. He felt strong arms gripping him, holding him back. Bubba and D'von held both his arms, securing him. "Don't man. Not now. Lita needs you." Bubba said quietly, eyeing off Triple H dangerously.
Triple H smiled, breathing heavily. "That's right, Hardy. Wouldn't want you getting hurt now, would we?" He let out another laugh, and walked towards the door, passing Jeff and the Dudleys. As he passed them, Jeff broke free of Bubba and D'von's grip and speared Hunter from behind.
The two men went flying out of the locker room, and into the arena hallway. Jeff pounding Triple H's head angrily, and Triple H trying desperately to fight the youngest Hardy off.
"Get off me!" Hunter snarled visciously, blocking Jeff's punches. Jeff merely continued to hit him, not stopping when Bubba and D'von pleaded with him too.
"Come on Jeff! Don't get yourself hurt now!" Bubba demanded. "Lita needs you!"
Frowning deeply, Jeff ignored his friends' cries. Instead, he grabbed Triple H by the hair, and slammed the back of his skull into the wall behind them.
"What the hell is going on here?"
At the sound of that voice, Jeff froze. He released Triple H, who was lying in the middle of the hallway floor, and stood up. "Vince.. I can explain.."
"I'm not worried about you, Jeffrey." Vince McMahon said, his voice calming down as he looked at the youngest Hardy brother. "But you, on the other hand.." He bent down towards Hunter, who was steadying himself on the floor. ".. you are in big trouble, you sick creep."
Vince's voice was soft and steady, while lined with disgust and contempt as he spoke to his ex-son in law. "I know what you've been doing to poor Lita. And I'm disgusted. The police know as well, and they're on their way over here right now." Vince glared at Triple H once more, and then stood back up to face Jeff.
"Jeff, I have a proposal for you and your brother." Vince straightened up his suit, and studied the young man's features. Jeff was breathing heavily with exertion, sweat dripping from his brow. "After what the both of you have been through, worrying about Lita and the such, I say you deserve to have a piece of that thing lying down there."
Jeff ran a hand through his hair. "Go on."
"So I propose that you and Matt can face Triple H in a handicap match. But not just any handicap match, of course. It's your decision of what rules you'd like to play by. A ladder match, or maybe TLC, last man standing.. anything you guys want."
Jeff glanced down at Triple H, still lying on the floor, looking up at the Hardy brother with hatred. Oh, it would be sweet to get that bastard in the ring. And with any kind of match he wanted? Jeff began thinking about the possibilities. But then Jeff's thoughts immediately flew to Lita. God, he didn't even see if she was okay? Matt and Kurt carried her out, didn't they? He needed to see her.
"Vince, I'll talk about your offer with Matt. If you'll excuse me, I really need to go see Lita."
"Of course." Vince nodded, then turned to Bubba and D'von who were standing behind Jeff. "Do you mind staying and keeping an eye on this.. thing.. until the police get here?"
D'von and Bubba nodded in agreement. "No worries Boss. Our pleasure."
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Jeff found Kurt Angle standing outside the medical room, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Kurt, where is she?"
"She's in there. Matt's with her." Kurt looked at Jeff softly. "I'm really sorry Jeff. If I'd have known that Hunter was going to..." The Olympic Hero trailed off.
Jeff shook his head. "S'kay Kurt." Jeff reached out for the handle, but Kurt stopped him.
"I just thought you should know before you go in there. She looks pretty beat up. But she's okay, alright?" Kurt sighed. "The EMTs said we got to her just in time."
Jeff nodded, and patted Kurt on the arm before entering the room. Jeff shut the door behind him, and his eyes immediately fell on Lita's form, lying on a bed in the corner of the room. Matt was sitting on a chair beside her, his hand enveloping her own.
Matt looked up at Jeff, and smiled grimly. "Did you take care of Hunter?"
Jeff shook his head as he pulled up a chair next to his brother. "Not the way I wanted to. But, uh, Vince said he'll give us a handicap match against him, if we want it."
"Hell yeah we want it! I can't wait to get my hands on that bag of--", Matt trailed off as he watched his younger brother place his hand on Lita's forehead gently, brushing away some hair that had fallen into her face.
"He hurt her bad, Matt." Jeff whispered, taking in her swollen features. Her eye was swelling up quickly, the purple and yellow colouring already coming to her face. Her lip was split open, dry blood surrounding the wound.
"I know Jeff, I know. That's why we gotta make him pay."
"Is she okay? Is she awake?" Jeff asked, looking up at his brother. Jeff couldn't stand seeing Lita lying there, so lifeless. This woman, his best friend, that was normally so full of energy and life..
"She's.. alright, considering. She was awake before, but they gave her some painkillers, and she fell asleep again." Matt ran a hand through his charcoal hair, letting out a sigh. "She should be awake again soon."
Jeff ran his thumb down Lita's cheek, and felt a pain in his chest. If only he'd got to her sooner.. if only he hadn't left her alone backstage.. if only --
"So what did Vince say about our match? When will it be, and what kind of rules do we get?" Matt said, obviously trying to keep Jeff's thoughts on something slightly more positive.
"Um, he didn't say when he'd schedule it for. I don't really care, as long as it's soon." Jeff replied. "But as for the rules.. whatever we want."
"Whatever we want? As in anything at all?" Matt asked incredulously.
"Anything." Jeff confirmed.
Matt stood up from his chair, and stood in the middle of the room. "That's great! Jeff, can you imagine what we could do to Hunter in a two on one ladder match? Or even better, a TLC match?" A bitter smirk appeared on the older Hardy's face. "We could cause him serious pain."
"Screw TLC, Matt." Jeff said softly.
"What?" Matt frowned as he watched his brother. He watched as Jeff gave the sleeping redhead a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then stood up to face him. He took in the gleam in Jeff's green eyes, and felt a little nervous at the look on his brother's face.
"I have something much more fun in mind."