TITLE: All My Love.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I don't think it's ever gone above a PG - 13 rating..
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: Love it, love it, love it! Be sure to let me know what you guys think of this chapter, and every other one!
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"I can't believe they're still going through with it."
Trish Stratus and the Dudley brothers sat on the hotel bed as they watched Lita pace up and down the room, a fierce look plastered on her face.
"They haven't talked to me in a WEEK!" The redheaded diva stopped her pacing, and turned to her friends that sat on the bed. "Jeff's been completely ignoring me, and Matt's said about two words to me. I just don't get it!"
Lying in her boyfriend Bubba Dudley's arms, Trish spoke up. "Maybe they're regretting taking the match?" She looked at Lita uncertainly. "Maybe they're just feeling too ashamed to talk to you at the moment?"
Pressing her lips together, Lita shook her head. "No. I don't think that's it. If they were regretting it, they'd try and get out of the match. Vengeance is tonight, and as far as I know, the hell in a cell match is still going ahead."
Lita threw herself down on the bed, collapsing beside D'von. She sighed loudly, frowning up at the ceiling.
"Lita.." D'von began, sitting up to look at his friend in the eyes. "I don't think there's much you can do to stop Jeff and Matt from participating in this match. I've gotten to know both of those guys pretty well over the past few years, and they're stubborn as hell. You should know that once they've got their minds set on something, nothing can get in their way."
"But I'm not nothing. I'm their best friend!" She said forcefully, pointing to herself as she talked. "Surely, my opinion should count for something! After all.. they're supposedly doing this match for me."
"Exactly."
Lita looked over towards Bubba, frowning slightly. "What?"
"Well, speaking personally.." The Dudley brother looked down at the blonde diva in his arms for a second, and then back up at Lita. ".. if Triple H did to Trish what he did to you.. I'd be in the exact same position that Jeff and Matt are in right now."
"And I'd be there with him." D'von added.
"I don't think we'd care what she said to us. Whether she wanted us to do it or not. We'd just go in there and do it anyway."
"Hey!" Trish said, swatting Bubba's arm gently. "I'm sitting right here, you know. Don't talk about me like I'm not in the room."
Bubba smiled down at her, gripping her hand tightly. "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to explain how those guys must be feeling right now."
Lita sighed as she got up from the bed, and began her pacing once more. "I know that they want to get back at Hunter. I understand that. They were worried about me, and they hate him for what he did. But so do I! I hate him JUST as much as they do, if not more. But you don't see me wanting to get into a hell in a cell match with him!"
"That's a bit different, Li." D'von said softly.
"I just.." Lita paused, clearing her throat. Damn it, every time she thought about what those two Hardy brothers would be doing in a couple of hours, she felt like bursting into tears. Damn them for doing this to her, putting her through this. Taking a breath and making sure that she had her emotions under control, Lita began once again. "I just wish they would be happy with seeing Hunter in a jail cell."
Trish wiggled out of Bubba's arms, and walked over to the redhead. She grabbed her gently, holding her arms in her hands. "How long do you think Hunter will go to jail for, Lita? Honestly. How long do you think his sentence will be?"
Lita narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"
Trish sighed, still holding onto her friend. "I mean you've got to face reality. Hunter is a celebrity. Whether we like it or not, celebrities always get off easier. And plus, he's got so much money. His family is rich.. and they have power." The blonde bit her lip before continuing. "I'm just trying to show you the cold truth. He won't be in there for long."
"That's not right!" Lita exclaimed, worming out of Trish's grip. "That's not fair! That can't happen.."
"But it does. Every day. You're right, it isn't fair. And it isn't right. But it happens, Li."
Bubba stood up from the bed, the look on his face full of compassion and sympathy. "I'm sorry. But now do you understand why Matt and Jeff want to do this? They know that Hunter won't be in jail for long. And they know that this is their way of getting back at him. Doing some damage that will really hurt him."
Lita stayed silent for a while, unmoving. She let everything sink in. Even when this was all over, and Hunter was put in jail, he wouldn't be there for long? That made no sense. After everything he did to her.. surely, surely.. he would be in jail for a long, long time?
"I just don't want them to get hurt." She whispered inaudibly.
"Sorry?" Trish asked, her brow furrowed.
Lita breathed in deeply, looking down at the floor. "I don't want them to get hurt." She looked up at her three friends, Trish, Bubba and D'von. "If something happens to either one of those guys... it'll be my fault."
Trish immediately noticed the tears forming in Lita's eyes, and she felt her heart break at the sight. "Oh, Li. It's not your fault --"
"Yes it is!" She shouted, a tear spilling down her cheek. "It is my fault! They want to go out there and do this because of me! If it wasn't because of me --"
"If it wasn't because of Triple H!" D'von said aggressively, standing up from his seat on the hotel bed. "Don't think for a second that this is on you. This is because of Triple H, and his sick mind!"
"But maybe I could've protected myself better. If I just didn't pay any attention to those letters, if I just went back to the hotel with Matt and Jeff in the first place, If I just --"
Bubba's nostrils flared as he growled, "STOP IT!!"
Shocked at his outburst, the redheaded diva ceased her speaking, and looked at him uncertainly. Tears still continued to trickle down her cheeks, but she suppressed her sobbing carefully.
"There may be plenty of things we all could've done to stop this from getting to where it is now. But you know what Lita? We did what we did, and we can't change that now. We can't go back in the past. We have to deal with the consequences of our actions. And that's what Jeff and Matt are doing tonight." He paused, lowering his voice. "They're dealing with a consequence."
The entire room was filled with a nerve wracking silence after Bubba's speech. The only sound that echoed through the hotel room was Lita's soft sobbing.
A knock on the door broke the silence, and D'von walked over and opened the door. Chris Jericho, Edge and Christian were at the door.
"Uh, hey." Jericho greeted warily, seeing the redheaded diva crying in the middle of the room. "Is everything okay?"
D'von glanced back at Lita, who was now being held in a tight hug from Trish. He turned back to the three men who stood out in the hallway. "Yeah.. Lita's a bit worried about tonight's hell in a cell match."
Edge nodded. "Aren't we all? Jeff and Matt up against Triple H in that kind of a match.." The tall blonde felt horrible as he watched Lita cry. "Those two are tough, but anything could happen tonight."
The men that stood in the doorway were silent for a short while, each thinking about what the night's events could bring. Each shuddering at the thought of something going horribly wrong in that cell...
"So, what's up anyway?" D'von asked, breaking the chilling silence between them.
"Oh, we just came to let you guys know that we're heading to the arena now. Start warming up and everything." Christian replied.
"Already? But we still have.." D'von glanced at the clock that sat on the table beside the bed. "Shit! I didn't even realise it was so close! I thought we still had a few more hours.."
"Sorry buddy. It's time to go." Jericho said, still looking back at the teary diva behind D'von.
D'von sighed, and ran a hand through his short, black hair. "Okay. We'll meet you guys down in the lobby. Just give us a few minutes, alright?"
Edge nodded. "That's cool. We'll see you down there soon."
Closing the door after the three canadians had left, D'von turned to the others in the room. "Guys?"
Trish, Lita and Bubba all looked up at him. D'von noticed that Lita's tears had calmed down now, and she was regaining her composure. God, what was she going to be like at the arena, once the match had started?
"It's time to go."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I don't think it's ever gone above a PG - 13 rating..
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: Love it, love it, love it! Be sure to let me know what you guys think of this chapter, and every other one!
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"I can't believe they're still going through with it."
Trish Stratus and the Dudley brothers sat on the hotel bed as they watched Lita pace up and down the room, a fierce look plastered on her face.
"They haven't talked to me in a WEEK!" The redheaded diva stopped her pacing, and turned to her friends that sat on the bed. "Jeff's been completely ignoring me, and Matt's said about two words to me. I just don't get it!"
Lying in her boyfriend Bubba Dudley's arms, Trish spoke up. "Maybe they're regretting taking the match?" She looked at Lita uncertainly. "Maybe they're just feeling too ashamed to talk to you at the moment?"
Pressing her lips together, Lita shook her head. "No. I don't think that's it. If they were regretting it, they'd try and get out of the match. Vengeance is tonight, and as far as I know, the hell in a cell match is still going ahead."
Lita threw herself down on the bed, collapsing beside D'von. She sighed loudly, frowning up at the ceiling.
"Lita.." D'von began, sitting up to look at his friend in the eyes. "I don't think there's much you can do to stop Jeff and Matt from participating in this match. I've gotten to know both of those guys pretty well over the past few years, and they're stubborn as hell. You should know that once they've got their minds set on something, nothing can get in their way."
"But I'm not nothing. I'm their best friend!" She said forcefully, pointing to herself as she talked. "Surely, my opinion should count for something! After all.. they're supposedly doing this match for me."
"Exactly."
Lita looked over towards Bubba, frowning slightly. "What?"
"Well, speaking personally.." The Dudley brother looked down at the blonde diva in his arms for a second, and then back up at Lita. ".. if Triple H did to Trish what he did to you.. I'd be in the exact same position that Jeff and Matt are in right now."
"And I'd be there with him." D'von added.
"I don't think we'd care what she said to us. Whether she wanted us to do it or not. We'd just go in there and do it anyway."
"Hey!" Trish said, swatting Bubba's arm gently. "I'm sitting right here, you know. Don't talk about me like I'm not in the room."
Bubba smiled down at her, gripping her hand tightly. "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to explain how those guys must be feeling right now."
Lita sighed as she got up from the bed, and began her pacing once more. "I know that they want to get back at Hunter. I understand that. They were worried about me, and they hate him for what he did. But so do I! I hate him JUST as much as they do, if not more. But you don't see me wanting to get into a hell in a cell match with him!"
"That's a bit different, Li." D'von said softly.
"I just.." Lita paused, clearing her throat. Damn it, every time she thought about what those two Hardy brothers would be doing in a couple of hours, she felt like bursting into tears. Damn them for doing this to her, putting her through this. Taking a breath and making sure that she had her emotions under control, Lita began once again. "I just wish they would be happy with seeing Hunter in a jail cell."
Trish wiggled out of Bubba's arms, and walked over to the redhead. She grabbed her gently, holding her arms in her hands. "How long do you think Hunter will go to jail for, Lita? Honestly. How long do you think his sentence will be?"
Lita narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"
Trish sighed, still holding onto her friend. "I mean you've got to face reality. Hunter is a celebrity. Whether we like it or not, celebrities always get off easier. And plus, he's got so much money. His family is rich.. and they have power." The blonde bit her lip before continuing. "I'm just trying to show you the cold truth. He won't be in there for long."
"That's not right!" Lita exclaimed, worming out of Trish's grip. "That's not fair! That can't happen.."
"But it does. Every day. You're right, it isn't fair. And it isn't right. But it happens, Li."
Bubba stood up from the bed, the look on his face full of compassion and sympathy. "I'm sorry. But now do you understand why Matt and Jeff want to do this? They know that Hunter won't be in jail for long. And they know that this is their way of getting back at him. Doing some damage that will really hurt him."
Lita stayed silent for a while, unmoving. She let everything sink in. Even when this was all over, and Hunter was put in jail, he wouldn't be there for long? That made no sense. After everything he did to her.. surely, surely.. he would be in jail for a long, long time?
"I just don't want them to get hurt." She whispered inaudibly.
"Sorry?" Trish asked, her brow furrowed.
Lita breathed in deeply, looking down at the floor. "I don't want them to get hurt." She looked up at her three friends, Trish, Bubba and D'von. "If something happens to either one of those guys... it'll be my fault."
Trish immediately noticed the tears forming in Lita's eyes, and she felt her heart break at the sight. "Oh, Li. It's not your fault --"
"Yes it is!" She shouted, a tear spilling down her cheek. "It is my fault! They want to go out there and do this because of me! If it wasn't because of me --"
"If it wasn't because of Triple H!" D'von said aggressively, standing up from his seat on the hotel bed. "Don't think for a second that this is on you. This is because of Triple H, and his sick mind!"
"But maybe I could've protected myself better. If I just didn't pay any attention to those letters, if I just went back to the hotel with Matt and Jeff in the first place, If I just --"
Bubba's nostrils flared as he growled, "STOP IT!!"
Shocked at his outburst, the redheaded diva ceased her speaking, and looked at him uncertainly. Tears still continued to trickle down her cheeks, but she suppressed her sobbing carefully.
"There may be plenty of things we all could've done to stop this from getting to where it is now. But you know what Lita? We did what we did, and we can't change that now. We can't go back in the past. We have to deal with the consequences of our actions. And that's what Jeff and Matt are doing tonight." He paused, lowering his voice. "They're dealing with a consequence."
The entire room was filled with a nerve wracking silence after Bubba's speech. The only sound that echoed through the hotel room was Lita's soft sobbing.
A knock on the door broke the silence, and D'von walked over and opened the door. Chris Jericho, Edge and Christian were at the door.
"Uh, hey." Jericho greeted warily, seeing the redheaded diva crying in the middle of the room. "Is everything okay?"
D'von glanced back at Lita, who was now being held in a tight hug from Trish. He turned back to the three men who stood out in the hallway. "Yeah.. Lita's a bit worried about tonight's hell in a cell match."
Edge nodded. "Aren't we all? Jeff and Matt up against Triple H in that kind of a match.." The tall blonde felt horrible as he watched Lita cry. "Those two are tough, but anything could happen tonight."
The men that stood in the doorway were silent for a short while, each thinking about what the night's events could bring. Each shuddering at the thought of something going horribly wrong in that cell...
"So, what's up anyway?" D'von asked, breaking the chilling silence between them.
"Oh, we just came to let you guys know that we're heading to the arena now. Start warming up and everything." Christian replied.
"Already? But we still have.." D'von glanced at the clock that sat on the table beside the bed. "Shit! I didn't even realise it was so close! I thought we still had a few more hours.."
"Sorry buddy. It's time to go." Jericho said, still looking back at the teary diva behind D'von.
D'von sighed, and ran a hand through his short, black hair. "Okay. We'll meet you guys down in the lobby. Just give us a few minutes, alright?"
Edge nodded. "That's cool. We'll see you down there soon."
Closing the door after the three canadians had left, D'von turned to the others in the room. "Guys?"
Trish, Lita and Bubba all looked up at him. D'von noticed that Lita's tears had calmed down now, and she was regaining her composure. God, what was she going to be like at the arena, once the match had started?
"It's time to go."