Title: Two Wrongs
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Lita finds it hard to believe that someone she loves so much could be someone she despises at the same time. Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish
Content warning: Nothing that should offend you in this chapter. Let me know if I do though, so I can punish myself. Lol.
Her head was spinning non-stop.
Was she really in a WWE arena again? It had been three months since she'd left. She'd needed some time to herself. Now she was back here. Ready to see faces she hadn't seen in months. Step in a ring she'd hadn't touched. It was like part of her was missing not being able to be here. Now she was here.
Now she was home.
Lita inhaled deeply. There was that same distinct scent that had been there forever. It was funny how clear things became once you hadn't experienced it in a while. It was taking all of her will power not to just jump up and down screaming.
Ever since walking through those glass doors for the first time in three months, she hadn't moved from her spot. She smiled as one of the cameramen walked by, welcoming her back. It really did feel good to be back.
Lita looked down the hall. Maybe there would be someone she hadn't seen in a while. She was eager to see her friends. Lita smiled to herself as she heard the scream that could only belong to one person.
"Trish!!!" Lita exclaimed, turning around to be jumped on by the excited blonde.
"Oh my God! I know you said soon, but I didn't think you'd be back this soon. I missed you so much!"
"I told you I'd surprise you."
Trish finally released Lita from her grasp, stepping back to examine her. Raising her eyebrows she stated, "Wow. You look amazing. Maybe I should take three months off."
The redhead smiled. "No you shouldn't. I hating being away. Having to watch everyone in that ring and know that I can't be there for a while. And just talking to you guys on the phone is not enough. Don't get me wrong. It was a good vacation. I just missed it here way too much."
Trish rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just give me another hug." She pulled Lita into another hug.
Lita smile faded as Trish let go of her, and she was confronted by a more serious expression. "Trish, what is it?"
"Are you ready to see him?"
The reason why she had dreaded coming back. With all the good reasons for coming back, there was a negative. She'd have to be in the same area as him again. Lita hadn't talked to him or seen him since that night she ran away from him, leaving him in their hotel room. That was the night before she left.
Lita looked at Trish intently with sad eyes. "I don't know."
Trish took Lita's hand in hers, hoping to comfort her. "Sweetie, it'll be fine."
Lita nodded as she stared at the ground. "I don't think so. I mean, I left on such a wrong note. And we haven't communicated in three months. Besides, it's obvious that I left because of him. You know, I really don't wanna see him. But part of me really wants to see him. I really missed him, you know?"
Nodding, Trish replied, "That makes sense. But you know what? Let's not think about that right now. Come to the women's locker room. I'm sure there's plenty of people who can't wait to see you."
The perky side of Lita returned with those words, as a smile spread across her lips. "Let's go!" she exclaimed, following Trish down the hall.
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"Hello, Mr. Intercontinental Champion." Christian said as he walked into the locker room, followed by Chris Jericho.
"So, you've made it through a week as champ. How does it feel?" Chris played along, mocking the announcers, using his balled fist as a fake microphone.
Jeff laughed as he swiped Chris's hand away from his face. "You guys are so dumb."
"I would be offended by that if it weren't true." Christian stood in the mirror, constantly running his hands through his blonde hair.
Standing from his seat on the couch, Jeff went over to his bag and questioned, "What do you two want?".
Chris's expression changed, showing he was offended. "Why do we need a reason to be here? Maybe we just wanna hang out with our buddy."
Jeff raised his eyebrows, laughing at his friend. "Okay, sure. What do you want?"
Chris sucked his teeth before continuing. "You know us too well. But lucky for you, it's just me this time. Umm … you know Trish right?"
"Actually, I don't think we've ever spoken." Jeff laughed as he received a glare from Chris.
"No idiot. You know what I meant. I meant you two talk a lot. You're close and all. I was wondering if Trish was umm … you know … maybe she's … if she's …"
"Single?" Jeff questioned, lifting his eyebrows. Chris had never seemed so unsure of himself. Chris nodded, ducking his head, embarrassed. "Wow. Since when does Chris Jericho get all shy about a woman?"
Chris lifted his head, eyes flying to Jeff. His gaze had become a dreamy one. He didn't know when it had happened but somewhere along the line, he'd fallen for the lovely Trish Stratus. There was something about her that no other girl could compete with. Nowadays, Chris found himself constantly thinking about her. Day in, day out. He didn't know why he was so hooked on her. If it was her witty personality, her good looks, the way she was always so upbeat. Or maybe it was everything about her. Whatever it was drove him insane.
The calling of his name snapped Chris out of his trance. "Oh sorry. I'm not shy about it. Well, maybe a little. It's just … she's so amazing. I'm crazy about her."
"Wow. You're such a loser." Christian had finally moved from in front of the mirror and joined the conversation.
Chris retaliated. "You're just saying that 'cause you've never had a woman." Christian laughed sarcastically, fake punching the other Canadian blonde in the arm.
Jeff had finally managed to find his ring attire in his bag. Pulling it out, he said. "Don't worry Chris. I know how you feel. That's the way I felt about …" Jeff trailed off, as images of the only love of his life popped in his head. He shook his head furiously, refusing to think about her. "Never mind."
Neither of the Canadians dared to say a word about it. It had been a touchy subject for Jeff over the past few months. Especially considering the way it ended. Christian figured that Jeff needed some time to himself. "We're gonna go get ready for tonight's show. See ya later man." Christian nodded his head toward the door, letting Chris know it was time to go.
Chris quickly got the message. "Yea, talk to ya later." Chris patted Jeff's back, saying goodbye, as he followed Christian out the door.
Jeff ran a hand through his purple and black hair as he fell onto the couch, ring attire in hand. Every time he thought he could make it through a day without thinking about her, he found every little thing seemed to lead back to her. He knew everything that happened between them was his fault. He knew that. He'd made a mistake. One mistake that cost him something that meant the world to him.
Jeff shook his head to himself, standing up from the couch. He refused to think about this. He had a title defense that night. He needed to think about that instead. It wouldn't look good to lose the title after just one week.
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Lita walk speedily down the hallway, constantly looking down at her watch. There were only a few minutes before Raw began. She couldn't wait. Wait to step into that ring. She couldn't wait for the feeling that ran through her when she heard the crowd's cheers and felt the energy of the arena. It was the feeling she looked forward to, as her music would begin to play and she stepped through the black curtains.
Turning a corner, Lita looked down at her watch again. She needed to go to Trish's room and wish her luck on her match against Molly. From what Lita had seen on TV, Molly was no joke. That girl would go to any lengths to get what she wanted and what she wanted most was the Women's Title. If Trish could beat her that night then she would be able to face her for the title next week on Raw.
Lita looked down at her watch for the third time. She suddenly bumped into something. Someone. "I'm so sor …"
Lita trailed off as her eyes met those of an equally shocked person. She nearly lost all composure, as she felt her knees going weak. It'd been three months, and in one short second, they were standing together, staring into each other's eyes. All of Lita's emotions were expressed in one word …
"Jeff."
Author's Note: Short introduction-type-thing to the story. Next chapter will focus on Chris and Trish for all those Chris/Trish shippers out there. Hope you like it so far.
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Lita finds it hard to believe that someone she loves so much could be someone she despises at the same time. Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish
Content warning: Nothing that should offend you in this chapter. Let me know if I do though, so I can punish myself. Lol.
Her head was spinning non-stop.
Was she really in a WWE arena again? It had been three months since she'd left. She'd needed some time to herself. Now she was back here. Ready to see faces she hadn't seen in months. Step in a ring she'd hadn't touched. It was like part of her was missing not being able to be here. Now she was here.
Now she was home.
Lita inhaled deeply. There was that same distinct scent that had been there forever. It was funny how clear things became once you hadn't experienced it in a while. It was taking all of her will power not to just jump up and down screaming.
Ever since walking through those glass doors for the first time in three months, she hadn't moved from her spot. She smiled as one of the cameramen walked by, welcoming her back. It really did feel good to be back.
Lita looked down the hall. Maybe there would be someone she hadn't seen in a while. She was eager to see her friends. Lita smiled to herself as she heard the scream that could only belong to one person.
"Trish!!!" Lita exclaimed, turning around to be jumped on by the excited blonde.
"Oh my God! I know you said soon, but I didn't think you'd be back this soon. I missed you so much!"
"I told you I'd surprise you."
Trish finally released Lita from her grasp, stepping back to examine her. Raising her eyebrows she stated, "Wow. You look amazing. Maybe I should take three months off."
The redhead smiled. "No you shouldn't. I hating being away. Having to watch everyone in that ring and know that I can't be there for a while. And just talking to you guys on the phone is not enough. Don't get me wrong. It was a good vacation. I just missed it here way too much."
Trish rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just give me another hug." She pulled Lita into another hug.
Lita smile faded as Trish let go of her, and she was confronted by a more serious expression. "Trish, what is it?"
"Are you ready to see him?"
The reason why she had dreaded coming back. With all the good reasons for coming back, there was a negative. She'd have to be in the same area as him again. Lita hadn't talked to him or seen him since that night she ran away from him, leaving him in their hotel room. That was the night before she left.
Lita looked at Trish intently with sad eyes. "I don't know."
Trish took Lita's hand in hers, hoping to comfort her. "Sweetie, it'll be fine."
Lita nodded as she stared at the ground. "I don't think so. I mean, I left on such a wrong note. And we haven't communicated in three months. Besides, it's obvious that I left because of him. You know, I really don't wanna see him. But part of me really wants to see him. I really missed him, you know?"
Nodding, Trish replied, "That makes sense. But you know what? Let's not think about that right now. Come to the women's locker room. I'm sure there's plenty of people who can't wait to see you."
The perky side of Lita returned with those words, as a smile spread across her lips. "Let's go!" she exclaimed, following Trish down the hall.
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"Hello, Mr. Intercontinental Champion." Christian said as he walked into the locker room, followed by Chris Jericho.
"So, you've made it through a week as champ. How does it feel?" Chris played along, mocking the announcers, using his balled fist as a fake microphone.
Jeff laughed as he swiped Chris's hand away from his face. "You guys are so dumb."
"I would be offended by that if it weren't true." Christian stood in the mirror, constantly running his hands through his blonde hair.
Standing from his seat on the couch, Jeff went over to his bag and questioned, "What do you two want?".
Chris's expression changed, showing he was offended. "Why do we need a reason to be here? Maybe we just wanna hang out with our buddy."
Jeff raised his eyebrows, laughing at his friend. "Okay, sure. What do you want?"
Chris sucked his teeth before continuing. "You know us too well. But lucky for you, it's just me this time. Umm … you know Trish right?"
"Actually, I don't think we've ever spoken." Jeff laughed as he received a glare from Chris.
"No idiot. You know what I meant. I meant you two talk a lot. You're close and all. I was wondering if Trish was umm … you know … maybe she's … if she's …"
"Single?" Jeff questioned, lifting his eyebrows. Chris had never seemed so unsure of himself. Chris nodded, ducking his head, embarrassed. "Wow. Since when does Chris Jericho get all shy about a woman?"
Chris lifted his head, eyes flying to Jeff. His gaze had become a dreamy one. He didn't know when it had happened but somewhere along the line, he'd fallen for the lovely Trish Stratus. There was something about her that no other girl could compete with. Nowadays, Chris found himself constantly thinking about her. Day in, day out. He didn't know why he was so hooked on her. If it was her witty personality, her good looks, the way she was always so upbeat. Or maybe it was everything about her. Whatever it was drove him insane.
The calling of his name snapped Chris out of his trance. "Oh sorry. I'm not shy about it. Well, maybe a little. It's just … she's so amazing. I'm crazy about her."
"Wow. You're such a loser." Christian had finally moved from in front of the mirror and joined the conversation.
Chris retaliated. "You're just saying that 'cause you've never had a woman." Christian laughed sarcastically, fake punching the other Canadian blonde in the arm.
Jeff had finally managed to find his ring attire in his bag. Pulling it out, he said. "Don't worry Chris. I know how you feel. That's the way I felt about …" Jeff trailed off, as images of the only love of his life popped in his head. He shook his head furiously, refusing to think about her. "Never mind."
Neither of the Canadians dared to say a word about it. It had been a touchy subject for Jeff over the past few months. Especially considering the way it ended. Christian figured that Jeff needed some time to himself. "We're gonna go get ready for tonight's show. See ya later man." Christian nodded his head toward the door, letting Chris know it was time to go.
Chris quickly got the message. "Yea, talk to ya later." Chris patted Jeff's back, saying goodbye, as he followed Christian out the door.
Jeff ran a hand through his purple and black hair as he fell onto the couch, ring attire in hand. Every time he thought he could make it through a day without thinking about her, he found every little thing seemed to lead back to her. He knew everything that happened between them was his fault. He knew that. He'd made a mistake. One mistake that cost him something that meant the world to him.
Jeff shook his head to himself, standing up from the couch. He refused to think about this. He had a title defense that night. He needed to think about that instead. It wouldn't look good to lose the title after just one week.
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Lita walk speedily down the hallway, constantly looking down at her watch. There were only a few minutes before Raw began. She couldn't wait. Wait to step into that ring. She couldn't wait for the feeling that ran through her when she heard the crowd's cheers and felt the energy of the arena. It was the feeling she looked forward to, as her music would begin to play and she stepped through the black curtains.
Turning a corner, Lita looked down at her watch again. She needed to go to Trish's room and wish her luck on her match against Molly. From what Lita had seen on TV, Molly was no joke. That girl would go to any lengths to get what she wanted and what she wanted most was the Women's Title. If Trish could beat her that night then she would be able to face her for the title next week on Raw.
Lita looked down at her watch for the third time. She suddenly bumped into something. Someone. "I'm so sor …"
Lita trailed off as her eyes met those of an equally shocked person. She nearly lost all composure, as she felt her knees going weak. It'd been three months, and in one short second, they were standing together, staring into each other's eyes. All of Lita's emotions were expressed in one word …
"Jeff."
Author's Note: Short introduction-type-thing to the story. Next chapter will focus on Chris and Trish for all those Chris/Trish shippers out there. Hope you like it so far.