TITLE: All My Love.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: Possibly at PG 15 +
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), sexual themes, and violence. All the things that make a good fic!
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: Reviews for the review whore! Come on people, it won't cost ya nothing! I'm cheap! Just give me the reviews!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So it took me forever to write this chapter. Sue me. Actually, please don't. I'd rather you read and reviewed and told me that you loved it. Now go, enjoy the chapter!
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"I want to go back out there!"
Lita kicked at Matt Hardy who was holding her steady as he and Kurt Angle dragged her through the arena corridors, back to the locker room where everyone else was waiting.
"You can't go back out there. Not while Triple H is outside of the cell and can get to you. I'm not going to allow it. Jeff wouldn't have wanted me to allow it."
Continuing through the corridors, Matt and Kurt kept their hold on Lita's arms gentle, yet strong enough to hold her steady and keep her beside them. Matt glanced over to his right, his dark eyes meeting the blue ones of Angle. Lita struggled between them, and both men exchanged looks of exhaustion and sorrow.
"This sucks."
Matt nodded at Kurt. "Damn straight it does. But with those two guys out of that cell, anything can happen out there now. We're better off at the back here with everyone else."
Frowning viciously through her tears, Lita roughly pulled her arms out of the firm hold Kurt and Matt had on her. She glared at them both silently for a few moments, and the elder Hardy gave a pensive sigh. "Lita. I..."
She shook her head fiercely, and drew in a deep breath before letting out everything she had inside of her. "I CAN'T just sit back here, safe and sound, knowing that Jeff is on the top of that cell with HUNTER trying to KILL him! What do you seriously expect me to do? Sit on the couch quietly while we all stare at the monitor and watch Jeff get hurt? I CAN'T DO THAT!"
"I'M NOT ASKING YOU TO DO THAT!" Matt shot back, his voice rising loud enough for both Lita and Kurt to jump back slightly, startled by the dark haired man's burst of anger. "I just don't want you out there!"
"But I want to be out there and you can't -"
Matt's face exploded with an uncontrollable mixture of frustration and concern as he threw his arms up in the air. " I am NOT letting you out there!!" He pointed a finger at Lita, shaking heavily. "I already have to sit back and watch my little brother go through with this match until he can't breathe anymore, I will not FUCKING STAND ASIDE and let you go out there and get hurt too!!"
Lita stood in front of Matt, his breathing ragged. She watched as he tried to blink back tears, his nostrils still flaring from his outburst. Slowly, a tear spilled over Matt's eyelid, trailing it's way down his cheek. Unable to find any words to say to the Hardy, Lita moved forward quickly and fell into his arms. He clutched at her desperately, and she wrapped her arms around his back as tightly as she could.
"Lita, I-I'm.. sorry... I just... don't want to see you get hurt...."
"Shhh. Matt, it's okay. I know. I know you're just trying to protect me. I know."
Kurt watched the overwhelming, emotional scene play out before him, and suddenly felt that he was witnessing something that was raw and intimate and simply something that he shouldn't stand there and watch. Ducking his head, the olympic gold medalist walked away from the two figures wrapped in each other's arms, and made his way to their original destination - the locker room.
He stood outside the closed wooden door for a moment, allowing himself a few calm and selfish breaths. He was worried about Jeff as much as everyone else was, and that alone was taking a toll on the blue eyed man. But being around so many of his friends, these genuinely worried people, who were scared and concerned and feeling so helpless... it was draining. He felt exhausted.
He couldn't even imagine how Jeff himself must have been feeling.
Shaking his head slowly, Kurt placed a hand on the door knob and entered the room. All eyes immediately were cast in his direction, eyes that showed exactly how everyone in that room felt. It was so tense and heavy in that room...
"Where's Lita? Is she okay? God, she's not still out there, is she? I saw her come through the back with you two and..."
Kurt stepped towards the babbling Trish Stratus, and nodded to her, his eyes locking onto hers. "Lita's okay. She's just outside with Matt. I think they just need to spend abit of time alone for the moment. Deal with things together." Turning his head towards the monitor that sat in front of everyone, he asked, "How's he going?"
"He's still alive, that determined little bastard. He ain't gonna give up any time soon."
Angle turned to look at the source of the familiar voice, and realised that the locker room had been joined by the presence of Chris Jericho, Edge and Christian. It was Jericho who had spoken, his eyes set intently on the screen.
Managing to find an empty seat between D'von and Christian, Kurt sat down and watched the images play across the screen. He glanced towards the open door, and wondered if Lita and Matt were okay. Everyone was worried about the youngest Hardy brother, but those two - two of the most important people in his life - must have been going insane.
It was at that very moment that the two stepped through the door, hands gripping tightly onto each other.
Trish raced up to the redheaded diva, taking her into her arms. "Lita, oh my God, are you okay?"
Any resolve Lita had as she walked through the door collapsed as she held onto her friend. Her face crumbled into tears, and and she clung onto Trish tightly. "Trish, I'm so scared. I don't know what Jeff is doing and I just want him to end the match and let me hold him..."
Bubba stood from where he sat, and made his way over to Matt, who still stood in the doorway of the locker room. The bigger man placed a comforting hand on Matt's shoulder. "How are you holding up?"
Matt shook his head. "I was doing fine, right up until about five minutes ago." He raked a hand through his dark hair. "I just lost it. I was watching Jeff being hurt and risking his life climbing ontop of that cell, and trying to keep Lita safe and calm at the same time... I tried to be the strong, big brother but it just felt like all the walls were tumbling down around me."
"It's okay man. You don't have to be strong for everyone else. We're all here to support each other and..."
A familiar voice rang through Bubba's ears. He trailed off and he cocked his head to one side. Concentrating for a moment, he whipped around to face the others who were still watching the action on the monitor. "Did I just hear Jim Ross screaming as if hell just opened up in front of him?"
D'von nodded to his brother, his eyes never leaving the screen.
"So what the hell happened? Why is that man shouting and carrying on like that?"
At the sound of the urgency in Bubba's voice, Lita turned away from Trish and gave her attention to the screen sitting at the front of the room. The image on the screen caused her heart to stop beating, and plummet to the bottom of her stomach.
The room fell silent, and suddenly J.R's hysterical sounding voice was heard all too clear, resounding in everyone's ears.
"OH MY GOD! Jeff Hardy cannot possibly get up from that! These two men who have been giving it their all in this match have just been trading blow after blow on the top of this cell, and now, Triple H has used Jeff's exhaustion to his advantage and just delivered a devastating pedigree! There is no way in the world that young daredevil is getting up from that assault!"
Lita studied Jeff's form on the screen, splayed out on the top of the cell, motionless. She felt her knees buckle and her pulse race as the camera showed a close up of Hunter's face. A sickening grin played on his lips, and the diva could barely contain the rage and pure hatred she felt for this man that coursed through her body.
Trish reached out for her boyfriend's embrace, Bubba holding her close to him and letting her just hold onto him as they kept their eyes on the screen, silently willing Jeff to be okay and to get up.
Everyone's eyes still transfixed to the screen, Edge tore his gaze away long to look for Lita's form among the rest of the people in the room. He knew this must've been killing her, and he - like everyone else in the room - wanted to make sure the woman was coping okay. Scanning the room quickly, he realised that he couldn't see any of her striking red hair anywhere. He stood from his seat, his brows furrowing slightly as he took in a more thorough glance of the room.
"Ah, shit."
Christian's eyes slowly left the screen to look up at his brother. "What's wrong?"
Edge ignored his brother's question and walked straight over to Matt Hardy. Grabbing his shoulder and whirling him around, the blonde canadian spoke before Matt could even ask what the problem was.
"Lita's gone."
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Hunter looked down at the still body that lay at his feet. His breathing laboured, sweat dripping down his skin and his muscles aching, he managed to grin down at Jeff Hardy and enjoy his moment of victory. Kicking at the younger man's head with his boot, Triple H watched as Jeff's eyes remained closed and heard how he whimpered with each breath that he took.
His grin widened. Oh, it felt good to win.
"Guess you're not getting up anymore, are you Hardy?" At his words, Jeff let out a hoarse curse and struggled to move. The Game slowly bent down to one knee, and leaned in closer so that the smaller man could hear his whisper. "Aw, still trying to get up and beat me? Isn't that sweet?" He gave a grudging chuckle. "Impossible and stupid, but sweet."
Triple H stood back up, and raked his sweat soaked hair out of his face. His chest was rising and falling heavily, his ribs burning with each exerted breath, his right knee felt like it was going to explode, and his back ached as though there were ten knives dug into his flesh. But it was all worth it. Hunter knew he had won.
He turned to the crowd for a moment, scanning the full arena from the twenty foot high roof of the cell for a few moments and actually enjoying the boos and jeers they were throwing at him. They could boo as much as they damn well wanted... he was still going to simply turn around and pin Jeff for the one, two, three.
Triple H turned around, walking towards Jeff once more. He reached the youngest Hardy brother, who was still fighting to try and get up or at least move. Hunter leant down, wanting to verbally torment the kid once more before pinning him and finishing this match completely. "You know what, Jeff? I'll admit, you actually hurt me tonight. The pain is pretty bad. But you know what else?" His brow furrowed as a fiendish glint shone in his eyes. "Pain is only temporary. The Game. Is. Forever."
Just as Triple H began to lower his body ontop of Jeff's for the pin fall, he heard the crowd's jeers quickly transform into ecstatic cheers. A threatening frown formed on his face as he slowly stood up and turned towards the ramp - which was where the entire crowd was pointing and cheering at - and as soon as he realised what they were cheering for, the frown quickly turned into a sadistic smile.
"It just keeps getting better." He laughed to himself as he took a few steps so that he stood near the edge of the cell. He looked over his shoulder at Jeff's body, still lying in the middle of the roof of the cell. "Hey Hardy. Looks like your girlfriend came out here to get a ring side view to watch me pin your ass."
Hunter's attention's were drawn back to the redhead who now stood below the two men, on the ramp, shouting and trying to get Jeff's attention. Triple H blew her a kiss and called down to her, "Don't worry baby, I'll be coming down soon!" He watched her cry and scream and swear at him, and even a growl came from across the cell from the down and out Hardy, and it all only made him laugh more.
"Pain is only... temporary? The Game is forever? You want to play the gimmicks game, do ya Hunter?
Shocked, Hunter slowly turned around to face the source of the strained voice that he heard. He frowned heavily as he saw Jeff Hardy standing upright on the middle of the rood, his green eyes staring at Hunter so intensely and with so much rage and hurt and anger, that he thought it would burn him.
Jeff's voice was dark and raspy. "Beware of falling objects."
Triple H could barely register the fact that Jeff was up, and standing, and able to talk and suddenly, his eyes widened in horror, as he saw the Hardy race towards him with unspeakable speed and strength. Hunter felt Jeff plow into him, his shoulder thrusted into his stomach by a mighty spear. And it was that Hunter realised he hadn't hit the cell roof yet.
It was then that he realised they were falling. Off the side of the cell. Down twenty feet.
And then the world turned black.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: Possibly at PG 15 +
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), sexual themes, and violence. All the things that make a good fic!
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: Reviews for the review whore! Come on people, it won't cost ya nothing! I'm cheap! Just give me the reviews!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So it took me forever to write this chapter. Sue me. Actually, please don't. I'd rather you read and reviewed and told me that you loved it. Now go, enjoy the chapter!
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"I want to go back out there!"
Lita kicked at Matt Hardy who was holding her steady as he and Kurt Angle dragged her through the arena corridors, back to the locker room where everyone else was waiting.
"You can't go back out there. Not while Triple H is outside of the cell and can get to you. I'm not going to allow it. Jeff wouldn't have wanted me to allow it."
Continuing through the corridors, Matt and Kurt kept their hold on Lita's arms gentle, yet strong enough to hold her steady and keep her beside them. Matt glanced over to his right, his dark eyes meeting the blue ones of Angle. Lita struggled between them, and both men exchanged looks of exhaustion and sorrow.
"This sucks."
Matt nodded at Kurt. "Damn straight it does. But with those two guys out of that cell, anything can happen out there now. We're better off at the back here with everyone else."
Frowning viciously through her tears, Lita roughly pulled her arms out of the firm hold Kurt and Matt had on her. She glared at them both silently for a few moments, and the elder Hardy gave a pensive sigh. "Lita. I..."
She shook her head fiercely, and drew in a deep breath before letting out everything she had inside of her. "I CAN'T just sit back here, safe and sound, knowing that Jeff is on the top of that cell with HUNTER trying to KILL him! What do you seriously expect me to do? Sit on the couch quietly while we all stare at the monitor and watch Jeff get hurt? I CAN'T DO THAT!"
"I'M NOT ASKING YOU TO DO THAT!" Matt shot back, his voice rising loud enough for both Lita and Kurt to jump back slightly, startled by the dark haired man's burst of anger. "I just don't want you out there!"
"But I want to be out there and you can't -"
Matt's face exploded with an uncontrollable mixture of frustration and concern as he threw his arms up in the air. " I am NOT letting you out there!!" He pointed a finger at Lita, shaking heavily. "I already have to sit back and watch my little brother go through with this match until he can't breathe anymore, I will not FUCKING STAND ASIDE and let you go out there and get hurt too!!"
Lita stood in front of Matt, his breathing ragged. She watched as he tried to blink back tears, his nostrils still flaring from his outburst. Slowly, a tear spilled over Matt's eyelid, trailing it's way down his cheek. Unable to find any words to say to the Hardy, Lita moved forward quickly and fell into his arms. He clutched at her desperately, and she wrapped her arms around his back as tightly as she could.
"Lita, I-I'm.. sorry... I just... don't want to see you get hurt...."
"Shhh. Matt, it's okay. I know. I know you're just trying to protect me. I know."
Kurt watched the overwhelming, emotional scene play out before him, and suddenly felt that he was witnessing something that was raw and intimate and simply something that he shouldn't stand there and watch. Ducking his head, the olympic gold medalist walked away from the two figures wrapped in each other's arms, and made his way to their original destination - the locker room.
He stood outside the closed wooden door for a moment, allowing himself a few calm and selfish breaths. He was worried about Jeff as much as everyone else was, and that alone was taking a toll on the blue eyed man. But being around so many of his friends, these genuinely worried people, who were scared and concerned and feeling so helpless... it was draining. He felt exhausted.
He couldn't even imagine how Jeff himself must have been feeling.
Shaking his head slowly, Kurt placed a hand on the door knob and entered the room. All eyes immediately were cast in his direction, eyes that showed exactly how everyone in that room felt. It was so tense and heavy in that room...
"Where's Lita? Is she okay? God, she's not still out there, is she? I saw her come through the back with you two and..."
Kurt stepped towards the babbling Trish Stratus, and nodded to her, his eyes locking onto hers. "Lita's okay. She's just outside with Matt. I think they just need to spend abit of time alone for the moment. Deal with things together." Turning his head towards the monitor that sat in front of everyone, he asked, "How's he going?"
"He's still alive, that determined little bastard. He ain't gonna give up any time soon."
Angle turned to look at the source of the familiar voice, and realised that the locker room had been joined by the presence of Chris Jericho, Edge and Christian. It was Jericho who had spoken, his eyes set intently on the screen.
Managing to find an empty seat between D'von and Christian, Kurt sat down and watched the images play across the screen. He glanced towards the open door, and wondered if Lita and Matt were okay. Everyone was worried about the youngest Hardy brother, but those two - two of the most important people in his life - must have been going insane.
It was at that very moment that the two stepped through the door, hands gripping tightly onto each other.
Trish raced up to the redheaded diva, taking her into her arms. "Lita, oh my God, are you okay?"
Any resolve Lita had as she walked through the door collapsed as she held onto her friend. Her face crumbled into tears, and and she clung onto Trish tightly. "Trish, I'm so scared. I don't know what Jeff is doing and I just want him to end the match and let me hold him..."
Bubba stood from where he sat, and made his way over to Matt, who still stood in the doorway of the locker room. The bigger man placed a comforting hand on Matt's shoulder. "How are you holding up?"
Matt shook his head. "I was doing fine, right up until about five minutes ago." He raked a hand through his dark hair. "I just lost it. I was watching Jeff being hurt and risking his life climbing ontop of that cell, and trying to keep Lita safe and calm at the same time... I tried to be the strong, big brother but it just felt like all the walls were tumbling down around me."
"It's okay man. You don't have to be strong for everyone else. We're all here to support each other and..."
A familiar voice rang through Bubba's ears. He trailed off and he cocked his head to one side. Concentrating for a moment, he whipped around to face the others who were still watching the action on the monitor. "Did I just hear Jim Ross screaming as if hell just opened up in front of him?"
D'von nodded to his brother, his eyes never leaving the screen.
"So what the hell happened? Why is that man shouting and carrying on like that?"
At the sound of the urgency in Bubba's voice, Lita turned away from Trish and gave her attention to the screen sitting at the front of the room. The image on the screen caused her heart to stop beating, and plummet to the bottom of her stomach.
The room fell silent, and suddenly J.R's hysterical sounding voice was heard all too clear, resounding in everyone's ears.
"OH MY GOD! Jeff Hardy cannot possibly get up from that! These two men who have been giving it their all in this match have just been trading blow after blow on the top of this cell, and now, Triple H has used Jeff's exhaustion to his advantage and just delivered a devastating pedigree! There is no way in the world that young daredevil is getting up from that assault!"
Lita studied Jeff's form on the screen, splayed out on the top of the cell, motionless. She felt her knees buckle and her pulse race as the camera showed a close up of Hunter's face. A sickening grin played on his lips, and the diva could barely contain the rage and pure hatred she felt for this man that coursed through her body.
Trish reached out for her boyfriend's embrace, Bubba holding her close to him and letting her just hold onto him as they kept their eyes on the screen, silently willing Jeff to be okay and to get up.
Everyone's eyes still transfixed to the screen, Edge tore his gaze away long to look for Lita's form among the rest of the people in the room. He knew this must've been killing her, and he - like everyone else in the room - wanted to make sure the woman was coping okay. Scanning the room quickly, he realised that he couldn't see any of her striking red hair anywhere. He stood from his seat, his brows furrowing slightly as he took in a more thorough glance of the room.
"Ah, shit."
Christian's eyes slowly left the screen to look up at his brother. "What's wrong?"
Edge ignored his brother's question and walked straight over to Matt Hardy. Grabbing his shoulder and whirling him around, the blonde canadian spoke before Matt could even ask what the problem was.
"Lita's gone."
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Hunter looked down at the still body that lay at his feet. His breathing laboured, sweat dripping down his skin and his muscles aching, he managed to grin down at Jeff Hardy and enjoy his moment of victory. Kicking at the younger man's head with his boot, Triple H watched as Jeff's eyes remained closed and heard how he whimpered with each breath that he took.
His grin widened. Oh, it felt good to win.
"Guess you're not getting up anymore, are you Hardy?" At his words, Jeff let out a hoarse curse and struggled to move. The Game slowly bent down to one knee, and leaned in closer so that the smaller man could hear his whisper. "Aw, still trying to get up and beat me? Isn't that sweet?" He gave a grudging chuckle. "Impossible and stupid, but sweet."
Triple H stood back up, and raked his sweat soaked hair out of his face. His chest was rising and falling heavily, his ribs burning with each exerted breath, his right knee felt like it was going to explode, and his back ached as though there were ten knives dug into his flesh. But it was all worth it. Hunter knew he had won.
He turned to the crowd for a moment, scanning the full arena from the twenty foot high roof of the cell for a few moments and actually enjoying the boos and jeers they were throwing at him. They could boo as much as they damn well wanted... he was still going to simply turn around and pin Jeff for the one, two, three.
Triple H turned around, walking towards Jeff once more. He reached the youngest Hardy brother, who was still fighting to try and get up or at least move. Hunter leant down, wanting to verbally torment the kid once more before pinning him and finishing this match completely. "You know what, Jeff? I'll admit, you actually hurt me tonight. The pain is pretty bad. But you know what else?" His brow furrowed as a fiendish glint shone in his eyes. "Pain is only temporary. The Game. Is. Forever."
Just as Triple H began to lower his body ontop of Jeff's for the pin fall, he heard the crowd's jeers quickly transform into ecstatic cheers. A threatening frown formed on his face as he slowly stood up and turned towards the ramp - which was where the entire crowd was pointing and cheering at - and as soon as he realised what they were cheering for, the frown quickly turned into a sadistic smile.
"It just keeps getting better." He laughed to himself as he took a few steps so that he stood near the edge of the cell. He looked over his shoulder at Jeff's body, still lying in the middle of the roof of the cell. "Hey Hardy. Looks like your girlfriend came out here to get a ring side view to watch me pin your ass."
Hunter's attention's were drawn back to the redhead who now stood below the two men, on the ramp, shouting and trying to get Jeff's attention. Triple H blew her a kiss and called down to her, "Don't worry baby, I'll be coming down soon!" He watched her cry and scream and swear at him, and even a growl came from across the cell from the down and out Hardy, and it all only made him laugh more.
"Pain is only... temporary? The Game is forever? You want to play the gimmicks game, do ya Hunter?
Shocked, Hunter slowly turned around to face the source of the strained voice that he heard. He frowned heavily as he saw Jeff Hardy standing upright on the middle of the rood, his green eyes staring at Hunter so intensely and with so much rage and hurt and anger, that he thought it would burn him.
Jeff's voice was dark and raspy. "Beware of falling objects."
Triple H could barely register the fact that Jeff was up, and standing, and able to talk and suddenly, his eyes widened in horror, as he saw the Hardy race towards him with unspeakable speed and strength. Hunter felt Jeff plow into him, his shoulder thrusted into his stomach by a mighty spear. And it was that Hunter realised he hadn't hit the cell roof yet.
It was then that he realised they were falling. Off the side of the cell. Down twenty feet.
And then the world turned black.