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: I'd love to hear what you guys think of this chapter - because we're almost at the end now! Mwah ha ha!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it took me forever to get this chapter out, and I apologise. I hope you guys can forgive me! And I hope you enjoy it! Be sure to let me know.
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Waking up groggily, Jeff's eyes fluttered opened briefly. God, his eyelids felt so damn heavy... he opened his eyes once more and blinked. His senses were dulled, but there were definitely a few things he could make out. Bright lights. Beeping noises. A distinct smell of disinfectant.
Ah shit.
He was in a hospital.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Jeff tried to lift his head from the pillow, and a heavy groan escaped his lips as a wave of throbbing pain and dizziness swept over him. "Shit", he muttered through gritted teeth.
"Jeff? A-are you awake?"
Jeff froze. To him, her voice was like music. Was he still asleep and only dreaming of his angel? "Jeff, sweetie...?" At the sound of her voice, his eyes flew open. The harsh lights above him filled his sensitive eyes with a sharp pain, but he didn't care. She was really here, and he wanted to see her face. NEEDED to see her face. "Lita?"
The redhead, sitting on a chair by his bed, moved closer towards his side. "I'm here, honey, I'm right here." She smiled brightly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Lita took his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. "How are you feeling?"
He moaned, the throbbing in his head still strong. "Like hell."
"Yeah, you look like hell too. But then again, you always do."
Jeff slowly turned his head towards the sound of the voice, and realised that standing up against the wall behind Lita, was Matt, Bubba Dudley and Kurt Angle. Each man focusing on Jeff with worried, yet relieved eyes. He struggled to send his brother and his friends a reassuring smile. "Thanks Matt. Love you too bro."
Bubba smiled gently at the younger Hardy. "Trish and the other guys are waiting outside. The doctors didn't want too many people in here at the same time. Said we had to keep things quiet for you."
"Pffffftttt. You just go tell that doctor that Jeff Hardy has never liked the quiet - and he ain't about to start now." He coughed, and his face twisted in hurt as a bolt of pain shot through his body from his bruised ribs. "On second thought, maybe some quiet time would do me a little bit of good at the moment."
Matt stepped forward, sitting on the edge of the bed. He rubbed Jeff's leg comfortingly. "I'm glad you're awake. Because now I can let you have it, you stupid dick. You should've just let Hunter pin you."
"Matt, you know me inside out." Jeff shook his head, wincing at how his neck creaked with the movement. "So you know that I wasn't going to let that happen. It was never an option. Not from the start."
"But taking such a huge risk like that... God, you're so lucky to still be breathing at the moment... I should've never let you go through with that match - things might not have worked out as okay as they did... all the things that could have gone wrong, with you taking such stupid chances..." Matt's voice quivered, cracking slightly, and Jeff noticed his brother's dark eyes welling with moisture.
Kurt stepped forward and placed a hand on Matt's shoulder. The elder Hardy swallowed and glanced at his brother. "You scared the hell out of me there, Jeffro. Don't ever do that shit again, okay?"
His eyes locking with his brother's, Jeff nodded and placed his hand ontop of Matt's. "I promise."
Matt laughed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, breaking the intense emotion that clouded the room. "At least not without me, anyway."
"It's a deal."
A silence fell over the room, each person knowing what was going to be asked next, but no one really wanting to talk about it. Jeff's gaze fell on each person in the room, asking each of them silently with his eyes. After no one spoke up, he finally asked the inevitable. He cleared his throat before speaking. "How's Hunter?"
Kurt spoke up, his hand still resting on Matt's shoulder. "He's, uh, he's okay. Alive, anyway."
Jeff let out a rough sigh, and it was unclear if it was due to relief or disappointment at that statement. No one dared ask which it was.
"He's pretty beat up, barely conscious at the moment. He's got to have surgery for a couple broken bones - his ribs especially. Other than that, he's got a few scratches, bruises, concussions," Kurt ran a hand over his bald head nervously. After all they had all been through with Triple H, it was still awkward talking about him like this. "After he recovers well enough, he'll be going straight into police custody."
"How long will it be until he's well enough?" Jeff asked, eyes narrowing.
Kurt shrugged. "Not sure. A while, though. At least a month, if not two."
Bubba nodded confidently at Jeff. "You don't have to worry about him anymore, Jeff." A lopsided smile. "You showed him not to mess with our girl."
Lita smiled down at the youngest Hardy, her hazel eyes sparkling. Jeff looked up at her, beaming through the burning aches that stabbed throughout his body. "I did, didn't I?"
"You sure as hell did, I've never seen Trips so bloody and beat up before, and that's saying something. It was freakin' awesome." Bubba grinned.
Looking back at the Dudley brother over her shoulder, Lita protested playfully. "It most definitely was NOT awesome! Bubba, please, don't encourage him!"
They laughed, and Jeff looked at Lita. "Don't worry Li... I won't be doing anything like that anytime soon."
"Good, because I don't think my heart could take something like that again."
Jeff smiled, and then took in a deep breath as he felt a yawn coming on. His eyelids fluttered closed for a moment before he fought to keep them open, blinking heavily.
Matt laughed. "Aw, is my little baby brother sleepy?"
"Shuddap." Jeff let out another yawn. "I think I'm allowed to be a little bit tired, considering everything."
Nodding, Matt patted his leg. "That's fine. We'll go, let you have your sleep. We'll come back and visit again later," he began walking to the door with Kurt and Bubba.
Lita looked back to the other men walking out the door. "Um, do you guys mind if I just stay here for a few minutes? I want to talk to Jeff alone."
The three men exchanged glances, and Matt nodded at Lita, a soft smile on his lips. "Sure, hun. We'll be outside with the others. Just come out when you're ready."
Slowly, they exited the room and closed the door behind them. Lita took in a quick breath, and turned back to face Jeff. She smiled down at him. He easily returned the smile, his green eyes sparkling underneath the brutal bruises that scarred his skin.
Neither of them speaking, Lita rose from her position in the chair beside the bed, and sat on the side of Jeff, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch him, smoothing his hair down and running her fingers through the strands. The coloured dye was fading, his blonde roots were showing under the dull purple dye. She brushed a stray strand away from his eyes.
"Jeff."
"Lita."
She pressed her lips together tightly, not wanting to cry. She was too damn happy. Locking eyes with him, her voice was at a whisper. "How long?"
Jeff's green eyes shone as he looked up at Lita. He knew exactly what she meant. A warm blush crept to his cheeks. "I'm, not sure, actually," he watched her intently, wondering what her reaction to his words would be. "I think it was pretty much since the day I met you. I fell in love with your lust for life, and your thirst for the wrestling industry, and your dedication... and then as I got to know you more and more, I fell in love with... well, you. Everything about you."
Eyes shining, her eyebrows turned up in question. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I believed what everyone else said about our relationship," Jeff shrugged, continuing. "That we were like brother and sister. That you cared for me like a brother, but nothing more. I believed that."
A tear spilled from Lita's eyes, trailing down her cheek. A warm smile tugged at her lips, and unable to hold her tears back she cried. She kissed Jeff's forehead softly, her lips gentle and loving on his skin. Pulling back, she cupped his face in her hands. "I'm so sorry."
Jeff's gaze turned concerned. "For what?"
"For taking this long to realise that I loved you."
A heartfelt smile appeared on Jeff's lips as he looked up at Lita, unable to control the startling amount of happiness he felt at her words. He gazed into her eyes, shining with tears, and became lost in them. He saw so much in her hazel orbs... relief, compassion, affection, strength, and most of all, love. He saw it all, and it was all completely directed at him.
He blinked back his own tears as he glanced into her tender eyes, and let out a content sigh. "You don't need to apologise, sweetheart. Not at all."
"But if only I'd realised sooner, we could've had so much more time together," she said, berating herself. "Instead we had to wait so long..."
Jeff reached up and placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. Her eyes flew to his as he spoke. "It doesn't matter, Li. And you know why?"
She shook her head slowly. Jeff's eyes sparkled.
"Because I would've waited forever."
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: I'd love to hear what you guys think of this chapter - because we're almost at the end now! Mwah ha ha!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it took me forever to get this chapter out, and I apologise. I hope you guys can forgive me! And I hope you enjoy it! Be sure to let me know.
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Waking up groggily, Jeff's eyes fluttered opened briefly. God, his eyelids felt so damn heavy... he opened his eyes once more and blinked. His senses were dulled, but there were definitely a few things he could make out. Bright lights. Beeping noises. A distinct smell of disinfectant.
Ah shit.
He was in a hospital.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Jeff tried to lift his head from the pillow, and a heavy groan escaped his lips as a wave of throbbing pain and dizziness swept over him. "Shit", he muttered through gritted teeth.
"Jeff? A-are you awake?"
Jeff froze. To him, her voice was like music. Was he still asleep and only dreaming of his angel? "Jeff, sweetie...?" At the sound of her voice, his eyes flew open. The harsh lights above him filled his sensitive eyes with a sharp pain, but he didn't care. She was really here, and he wanted to see her face. NEEDED to see her face. "Lita?"
The redhead, sitting on a chair by his bed, moved closer towards his side. "I'm here, honey, I'm right here." She smiled brightly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Lita took his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. "How are you feeling?"
He moaned, the throbbing in his head still strong. "Like hell."
"Yeah, you look like hell too. But then again, you always do."
Jeff slowly turned his head towards the sound of the voice, and realised that standing up against the wall behind Lita, was Matt, Bubba Dudley and Kurt Angle. Each man focusing on Jeff with worried, yet relieved eyes. He struggled to send his brother and his friends a reassuring smile. "Thanks Matt. Love you too bro."
Bubba smiled gently at the younger Hardy. "Trish and the other guys are waiting outside. The doctors didn't want too many people in here at the same time. Said we had to keep things quiet for you."
"Pffffftttt. You just go tell that doctor that Jeff Hardy has never liked the quiet - and he ain't about to start now." He coughed, and his face twisted in hurt as a bolt of pain shot through his body from his bruised ribs. "On second thought, maybe some quiet time would do me a little bit of good at the moment."
Matt stepped forward, sitting on the edge of the bed. He rubbed Jeff's leg comfortingly. "I'm glad you're awake. Because now I can let you have it, you stupid dick. You should've just let Hunter pin you."
"Matt, you know me inside out." Jeff shook his head, wincing at how his neck creaked with the movement. "So you know that I wasn't going to let that happen. It was never an option. Not from the start."
"But taking such a huge risk like that... God, you're so lucky to still be breathing at the moment... I should've never let you go through with that match - things might not have worked out as okay as they did... all the things that could have gone wrong, with you taking such stupid chances..." Matt's voice quivered, cracking slightly, and Jeff noticed his brother's dark eyes welling with moisture.
Kurt stepped forward and placed a hand on Matt's shoulder. The elder Hardy swallowed and glanced at his brother. "You scared the hell out of me there, Jeffro. Don't ever do that shit again, okay?"
His eyes locking with his brother's, Jeff nodded and placed his hand ontop of Matt's. "I promise."
Matt laughed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, breaking the intense emotion that clouded the room. "At least not without me, anyway."
"It's a deal."
A silence fell over the room, each person knowing what was going to be asked next, but no one really wanting to talk about it. Jeff's gaze fell on each person in the room, asking each of them silently with his eyes. After no one spoke up, he finally asked the inevitable. He cleared his throat before speaking. "How's Hunter?"
Kurt spoke up, his hand still resting on Matt's shoulder. "He's, uh, he's okay. Alive, anyway."
Jeff let out a rough sigh, and it was unclear if it was due to relief or disappointment at that statement. No one dared ask which it was.
"He's pretty beat up, barely conscious at the moment. He's got to have surgery for a couple broken bones - his ribs especially. Other than that, he's got a few scratches, bruises, concussions," Kurt ran a hand over his bald head nervously. After all they had all been through with Triple H, it was still awkward talking about him like this. "After he recovers well enough, he'll be going straight into police custody."
"How long will it be until he's well enough?" Jeff asked, eyes narrowing.
Kurt shrugged. "Not sure. A while, though. At least a month, if not two."
Bubba nodded confidently at Jeff. "You don't have to worry about him anymore, Jeff." A lopsided smile. "You showed him not to mess with our girl."
Lita smiled down at the youngest Hardy, her hazel eyes sparkling. Jeff looked up at her, beaming through the burning aches that stabbed throughout his body. "I did, didn't I?"
"You sure as hell did, I've never seen Trips so bloody and beat up before, and that's saying something. It was freakin' awesome." Bubba grinned.
Looking back at the Dudley brother over her shoulder, Lita protested playfully. "It most definitely was NOT awesome! Bubba, please, don't encourage him!"
They laughed, and Jeff looked at Lita. "Don't worry Li... I won't be doing anything like that anytime soon."
"Good, because I don't think my heart could take something like that again."
Jeff smiled, and then took in a deep breath as he felt a yawn coming on. His eyelids fluttered closed for a moment before he fought to keep them open, blinking heavily.
Matt laughed. "Aw, is my little baby brother sleepy?"
"Shuddap." Jeff let out another yawn. "I think I'm allowed to be a little bit tired, considering everything."
Nodding, Matt patted his leg. "That's fine. We'll go, let you have your sleep. We'll come back and visit again later," he began walking to the door with Kurt and Bubba.
Lita looked back to the other men walking out the door. "Um, do you guys mind if I just stay here for a few minutes? I want to talk to Jeff alone."
The three men exchanged glances, and Matt nodded at Lita, a soft smile on his lips. "Sure, hun. We'll be outside with the others. Just come out when you're ready."
Slowly, they exited the room and closed the door behind them. Lita took in a quick breath, and turned back to face Jeff. She smiled down at him. He easily returned the smile, his green eyes sparkling underneath the brutal bruises that scarred his skin.
Neither of them speaking, Lita rose from her position in the chair beside the bed, and sat on the side of Jeff, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch him, smoothing his hair down and running her fingers through the strands. The coloured dye was fading, his blonde roots were showing under the dull purple dye. She brushed a stray strand away from his eyes.
"Jeff."
"Lita."
She pressed her lips together tightly, not wanting to cry. She was too damn happy. Locking eyes with him, her voice was at a whisper. "How long?"
Jeff's green eyes shone as he looked up at Lita. He knew exactly what she meant. A warm blush crept to his cheeks. "I'm, not sure, actually," he watched her intently, wondering what her reaction to his words would be. "I think it was pretty much since the day I met you. I fell in love with your lust for life, and your thirst for the wrestling industry, and your dedication... and then as I got to know you more and more, I fell in love with... well, you. Everything about you."
Eyes shining, her eyebrows turned up in question. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I believed what everyone else said about our relationship," Jeff shrugged, continuing. "That we were like brother and sister. That you cared for me like a brother, but nothing more. I believed that."
A tear spilled from Lita's eyes, trailing down her cheek. A warm smile tugged at her lips, and unable to hold her tears back she cried. She kissed Jeff's forehead softly, her lips gentle and loving on his skin. Pulling back, she cupped his face in her hands. "I'm so sorry."
Jeff's gaze turned concerned. "For what?"
"For taking this long to realise that I loved you."
A heartfelt smile appeared on Jeff's lips as he looked up at Lita, unable to control the startling amount of happiness he felt at her words. He gazed into her eyes, shining with tears, and became lost in them. He saw so much in her hazel orbs... relief, compassion, affection, strength, and most of all, love. He saw it all, and it was all completely directed at him.
He blinked back his own tears as he glanced into her tender eyes, and let out a content sigh. "You don't need to apologise, sweetheart. Not at all."
"But if only I'd realised sooner, we could've had so much more time together," she said, berating herself. "Instead we had to wait so long..."
Jeff reached up and placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. Her eyes flew to his as he spoke. "It doesn't matter, Li. And you know why?"
She shook her head slowly. Jeff's eyes sparkled.
"Because I would've waited forever."