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: Love isn't always easy. 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.
"Please don't walk away."
Jeff pleaded with Lita, holding her arm. He hadn't seen her in three months. He hadn't stared into her beautiful, hazel eyes. She'd left him without a word. And now she was suddenly there. No words for three months and now … she had just walked back into his life.
Lita pulled her arm away forcefully. "Don't touch me. I don't even wanna be near you right now."
He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out how to get her to talk to him. He needed her there right now. He needed her to talk to him and forgive him. Just the thought that she didn't want him near her made him fall apart. He'd been hoping that maybe she'd forgiven him a little bit after three months.
Sighing, he begged her more, "Look Ames, I didn't mean anything I said or did. I love you so much. I just need to talk to you. Please, listen."
The tears were stinging in her eyes. She shut them tightly, inhaling deeply. "You don't love me. Don't tell me that."
Jeff reached for her hand, and he felt everything go numb as she snatched it away. "It's been three months. Please … let's just talk about this."
"I'm not talking to you now or ever." she spit out, inches away from his face. She walked around him, storming down the hall, not bothering to look back. Jeff let her pass, feeling defeated and frustrated.
He fell against the wall, and slid down to the floor. He groaned as he placed his head in his hands. How could he have been so stupid? He'd come across such an amazing woman. The feelings he had for Lita were so much stronger than anything he'd ever felt before. When she looked at him, his knees went weak. When she smiled or laughed, he melted. When she spoke, shivers went all throughout him. Everything she did seemed to affect him in one way or another. He'd had something special with her and in one night, he'd managed to ruin it.
He didn't know if he could go on everyday, seeing her, and not being able to be with her. It was as though he couldn't live without her. He needed to get her back. Or at least get her to listen to him.
Jeff stood up from the ground. He needed to do something to get his mind off of her.
~*~*~
Trish stretched in the corridor, waiting for her music to hit. She couldn't wait to walk through that curtain, march to that ring and give Molly Holly the beating of her life. That girl had messed with her one too many times and she needed to get what was coming to her.
Trish reveled in the fact that there was no way Molly could escape out of this one. She'd always managed to avoid facing Trish, but there was no way she was going to get out of this one. Trish would make her regret the fact that she screwed with her so many times. The fact that she took Chris away from her. Finally she'd be able to get her hands on that evil, little …
A voice rang through the corridor, calling her name, breaking her train of thought. A voice that belonged to none other than …
Eric Bischoff.
Trish turned around slowly, a look of disgust on her face. Speaking of screwing her over, multiple times, approaching her was a man who did it better than most. Eric delighted himself in watching the blonde diva squirm and struggle to make it to the top. Trish was lucky the bastard was even letting her face Molly tonight with the prospect of a possible title shot in the future. She had been sure there would be some kind of catch or maybe …
She could feel the bile rising in her throat as he got closer to her, with that disgusting, cheesy smile he perfected. "Trish, an idea just came to me." Her heart began to race. She knew this was too good to believe! There had to be something. Now here he was with that despicable smile on his face, and she knew her night was about to take a turn for the worse. "Your match is actually a handicap match with you facing Molly and her partner … Gail Kim."
Eric stepped aside, revealing Gail Kim, dressed in her ring attire. Gail also sent Trish that wicked grin Trish had received too many times in one day. Gail hadn't been able to stand the little blonde Canadian ever since she entered the WWE. And she made it her personal goal as well to make Trish suffer.
The glare that passed between Trish and Gail was cut off as Bischoff stepped in between them. "A little bit of animosity girls?" Trish rolled her eyes at the sickening laugh Bischoff gave off. "I guess you've figured by now that you won't get that little title shot of yours unless you can beat them both tonight. Have fun Trish." There it was, that irritating laugh again as he walked off down the hall.
"Good luck Trish." Gail stalked up to Trish. Just inches away from her face, Trish could feel her breath right on her face. But she wasn't about to run away from her. Gail could try but she definitely wasn't going to scare Trish Stratus. Trish didn't even flinch as Gail stood there, staring her dead in the eye. "You'll need it."
Trish watched Gail strut through the curtains to her blasting music. She hated to admit to herself that maybe, just maybe … Gail was right. She was going to need a miracle to beat those two conniving vixens.
Huffing out some air, Trish sent up a little prayer as she prepared to walk through the curtain.
~*~*~
Chris walked over to answer the light the knocking at the door. He pulled the door open. "Hey …"
He was taken aback as a sobbing redhead rushed into his arms. His heart was breaking at the sight of her. Her swollen, red eyes and anguish-filled face. When he'd last seen her three months ago, she had the same expression on her face, sobbing the same way. Which could only mean one thing. This had something to do with Jeff.
"Wait hun. Come sit on the couch and tell me what's wrong." He led her over to the couch, one arm still holding her tight for comfort. As they sat on the couch, he got a good look of her eyes. That swirl of frustration, heartbreak, and anger actually made him want to kill Jeff for a moment. He'd have to go find Jeff later and have a few words with him.
Chris's voice became as soft and sincere as possible. "Not tell me what happened." He wanted to be there for her in every way. He wanted to make this situation as easy as he could. Because in a way, he knew how she felt. Thoughts of Trish filled his head. God he'd loved that girl. He still did. But it was pretty obvious she didn't and never did.
The blonde Canadian shook his head slightly, erasing any thoughts of Trish from his head. He needed to focus on Lita. Right now, it was about Lita, not him.
Lita swallowed hard. "I saw him. I saw Jeff." She paused to clear her throat. "I thought I could handle it. I … I thought it was gonna be easy." She paused yet again, choking back sobs. "But it wasn't. I still love him so much. It hurts so bad." The sobs came even harder then.
Chris wished he knew exactly what to say to make the redhead feel better. But he couldn't tell her everything was going to be alright. The girl loved Jeff to death; they'd been together so long. It wasn't going to be alright, not for a long time anyway. He wasn't even alright after Trish. And they hadn't even really been together. Maybe he could take her mind off of things.
"Lita, I really want to make this better. But all I can tell you is that it's gonna take time to get over it. And until you do, I'll be here for you." Chris knew what he really wanted to say. Jeff and Lita belonged together. The whole world seemed to know that except her. But he couldn't say that. There was no need arguing with the broken hearted woman. "How about we just watch whatever match is on, so you don't have to think about it?" After waiting for her nodded approval, he slid his arm from behind her and moved over to the television, cutting it on.
His eyes were glued to the television at the sight he saw. There she was, being beaten down in the ring by none other than Gail Kim and Molly. Those women were out to get her. He couldn't help but feel a pang of anger, watching the massacre in the ring. The girl couldn't even make to her feet without being kicked back down. And then of course, there was always one of them to distract the referee, while the other went to work on Trish. Watching her struggle against his girlfriend Molly and her partner in crime, Gail, made him so sick …
What the hell was he worried for?! He should be happy as a kid in a candy store watching the blonde suffer in the ring, after what she did to him. She betrayed him! She should pay for everything she did. He should be jumping for joy, right now and he knew it.
Who was he kidding? He could not be full of glee watching this catastrophe. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved the girl. Even still. Although his mind was telling him to just forget about it and let her be punished, his heart couldn't stand it.
"Chris what's wrong? Why are you just standing there staring at the t.v.?" Chris's eyes flew to the redhead, who was sitting up on the couch, tear streaks on her face, a look of worry and confusion plaguing her face. He hadn't realized he'd been in a trance, standing right in front of the television. He moved to her, kneeling in front of her, one hand now rubbing her knee, the other caressing her face in a comforting way.
"Honey, I'm really sorry but I need to go. I'll be back soon, I promise." With a quick kiss on her cheek, he rose to his feet and flew out the door.
Lita's gaze traveled to the monitor. A smile played on her lips as she saw what Chris had been so caught up in, why he'd left in such a hurry. She should have known it was because of Trish. Those two belonged together. Maybe tonight would be their night. Maybe things would change.
~*~*~
Chris hustled down the hall. He needed to get out there. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do but that little voice inside of him was telling him to go out there. He really wanted to just save Trish, protect her from the pain she was feeling and the hardship she was going through. But he knew he couldn't exactly do that. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to Molly.
Chris only flinched as he bumped into one of the cameramen in the hall, not even turning around to excuse himself to the man.
After a few moments, Chris slowed his pace to an almost halt. What the hell was he doing? Why was he so concerned about Trish? What about Molly? The one who'd been there for him since Trish's betrayal. The one who'd never lied to him. Molly had never done anything wrong.
He felt kind of guilty that whenever he was around Molly, all he thought about was Trish. Day in, day out. He'd never even slept with Molly. What he felt with Molly was nowhere near what he felt for Trish. It could never be. It made him wonder why he was sort of with her in the first place.
Maybe for Molly's sake, he should tell her how he really felt. He should spare her any kind of heartbreak because she didn't deserve it.
"Oh come on! This isn't fair! These two women are pulling every trick in the book on Trish. I don't know how she's gonna come out of this one with the win." Jim Ross's energetic, southern voice broke Chris's thoughts.
Chris's attention was taken by the little monitor in the gorilla. The sight was even worse than before. Trish was laying almost lifeless in the ring, Molly now approaching her limp body. Due to the fact that Gail was once again distracting the referee and a steel chair lay at the edge of the ring with a slight dent, it wasn't hard to guess what had happened there. "I have to stop this." Chris muttered to himself, running through the black curtains, without a concern of what anyone would say or think.
~*~*~
"And the winners are Molly Holly and Gail Kim!"
Chris came to a halt in the middle of the ramp as Molly's music began to blare throughout the arena. Lillian Garcia had just made the announcement and Molly and Gail stood in the ring, victorious. He knew he should be happy for Molly. Happy that this happened to Trish. But that just wasn't the case.
His blue crystal eyes landed on Trish's now moving body. The way she cringed in pain made his heart ache. The blonde began to sit up one hand grasping the back of her head, the other clutching her abdomen. But that wasn't what was bothering him most. Her either. He looked closer into the details of her face. That wasn't a look of just pain. He could see the disappointment and hurt all in her expression. And he knew exactly how she felt. All the late nights they'd spent talking about how much she got screwed over by Molly and Bischoff. He knew that look all too well.
Chris continued to walk to the ring, sliding inside. He slowly approached Trish. He didn't really want to do anything, but he couldn't stop himself from moving toward her. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding. He was supposed to be made at her; he didn't understand why he was doing this. As he came within a few feet of her, he paused, Trish's eyes meeting his. She was cradling herself now, still sitting on the mat, the look of hurt intensified. He stood frozen staring into the depths of her eyes. It didn't even take words to create the intensity between them. Neither was willing to break the gaze.
Chris jumped as Molly screamed in his ear, from behind him. "I won! Did you come to congratulate me?" He lingered in his stare with Trish a moment before turning around to answer Molly.
"We need to talk." Chris gestured backstage with his head. But Molly seemed too excited about her win, to notice the seriousness in his tone.
"Let's go celebrate!" Molly had her title over her shoulder, her free hand grabbing his. It was amazing that she didn't affect him the way Trish did. He never felt anything when Molly touched him.
The blonde Canadian turned slightly and averted his gaze back to Trish. She'd made it to her feet, leaning on the turnbuckle for support, now being helped by the referee. She must have known he was looking at her, her eyes coming up the moment after he began looking at her. The same intensity had returned. Even just for a moment. The swirl of emotions was overtaking him again. He did love her. No matter how much he'd tried to convince himself he didn't once he found out.
Why was he doing this to himself? Trish didn't care about him. It didn't matter that at that moment, looking in her eyes, he felt love, he saw passion. It didn't matter. It was all an act. It had always been. She didn't love him, nearly the way he loved her. All the hurt and confusion which sat on her face like an inscription in a book was all a lie. There was no point in searching after a hopeless cause.
Shaking his head, he let Molly pull him out the ring. As they approached the top of the ramp, Chris looked up to the TitanTron. Trish was walking to the ropes, leaning on the referee for support. As the camera got a good view of her face, Chris saw the tears falling freely down her face.
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: Love isn't always easy. 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.
"Please don't walk away."
Jeff pleaded with Lita, holding her arm. He hadn't seen her in three months. He hadn't stared into her beautiful, hazel eyes. She'd left him without a word. And now she was suddenly there. No words for three months and now … she had just walked back into his life.
Lita pulled her arm away forcefully. "Don't touch me. I don't even wanna be near you right now."
He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out how to get her to talk to him. He needed her there right now. He needed her to talk to him and forgive him. Just the thought that she didn't want him near her made him fall apart. He'd been hoping that maybe she'd forgiven him a little bit after three months.
Sighing, he begged her more, "Look Ames, I didn't mean anything I said or did. I love you so much. I just need to talk to you. Please, listen."
The tears were stinging in her eyes. She shut them tightly, inhaling deeply. "You don't love me. Don't tell me that."
Jeff reached for her hand, and he felt everything go numb as she snatched it away. "It's been three months. Please … let's just talk about this."
"I'm not talking to you now or ever." she spit out, inches away from his face. She walked around him, storming down the hall, not bothering to look back. Jeff let her pass, feeling defeated and frustrated.
He fell against the wall, and slid down to the floor. He groaned as he placed his head in his hands. How could he have been so stupid? He'd come across such an amazing woman. The feelings he had for Lita were so much stronger than anything he'd ever felt before. When she looked at him, his knees went weak. When she smiled or laughed, he melted. When she spoke, shivers went all throughout him. Everything she did seemed to affect him in one way or another. He'd had something special with her and in one night, he'd managed to ruin it.
He didn't know if he could go on everyday, seeing her, and not being able to be with her. It was as though he couldn't live without her. He needed to get her back. Or at least get her to listen to him.
Jeff stood up from the ground. He needed to do something to get his mind off of her.
~*~*~
Trish stretched in the corridor, waiting for her music to hit. She couldn't wait to walk through that curtain, march to that ring and give Molly Holly the beating of her life. That girl had messed with her one too many times and she needed to get what was coming to her.
Trish reveled in the fact that there was no way Molly could escape out of this one. She'd always managed to avoid facing Trish, but there was no way she was going to get out of this one. Trish would make her regret the fact that she screwed with her so many times. The fact that she took Chris away from her. Finally she'd be able to get her hands on that evil, little …
A voice rang through the corridor, calling her name, breaking her train of thought. A voice that belonged to none other than …
Eric Bischoff.
Trish turned around slowly, a look of disgust on her face. Speaking of screwing her over, multiple times, approaching her was a man who did it better than most. Eric delighted himself in watching the blonde diva squirm and struggle to make it to the top. Trish was lucky the bastard was even letting her face Molly tonight with the prospect of a possible title shot in the future. She had been sure there would be some kind of catch or maybe …
She could feel the bile rising in her throat as he got closer to her, with that disgusting, cheesy smile he perfected. "Trish, an idea just came to me." Her heart began to race. She knew this was too good to believe! There had to be something. Now here he was with that despicable smile on his face, and she knew her night was about to take a turn for the worse. "Your match is actually a handicap match with you facing Molly and her partner … Gail Kim."
Eric stepped aside, revealing Gail Kim, dressed in her ring attire. Gail also sent Trish that wicked grin Trish had received too many times in one day. Gail hadn't been able to stand the little blonde Canadian ever since she entered the WWE. And she made it her personal goal as well to make Trish suffer.
The glare that passed between Trish and Gail was cut off as Bischoff stepped in between them. "A little bit of animosity girls?" Trish rolled her eyes at the sickening laugh Bischoff gave off. "I guess you've figured by now that you won't get that little title shot of yours unless you can beat them both tonight. Have fun Trish." There it was, that irritating laugh again as he walked off down the hall.
"Good luck Trish." Gail stalked up to Trish. Just inches away from her face, Trish could feel her breath right on her face. But she wasn't about to run away from her. Gail could try but she definitely wasn't going to scare Trish Stratus. Trish didn't even flinch as Gail stood there, staring her dead in the eye. "You'll need it."
Trish watched Gail strut through the curtains to her blasting music. She hated to admit to herself that maybe, just maybe … Gail was right. She was going to need a miracle to beat those two conniving vixens.
Huffing out some air, Trish sent up a little prayer as she prepared to walk through the curtain.
~*~*~
Chris walked over to answer the light the knocking at the door. He pulled the door open. "Hey …"
He was taken aback as a sobbing redhead rushed into his arms. His heart was breaking at the sight of her. Her swollen, red eyes and anguish-filled face. When he'd last seen her three months ago, she had the same expression on her face, sobbing the same way. Which could only mean one thing. This had something to do with Jeff.
"Wait hun. Come sit on the couch and tell me what's wrong." He led her over to the couch, one arm still holding her tight for comfort. As they sat on the couch, he got a good look of her eyes. That swirl of frustration, heartbreak, and anger actually made him want to kill Jeff for a moment. He'd have to go find Jeff later and have a few words with him.
Chris's voice became as soft and sincere as possible. "Not tell me what happened." He wanted to be there for her in every way. He wanted to make this situation as easy as he could. Because in a way, he knew how she felt. Thoughts of Trish filled his head. God he'd loved that girl. He still did. But it was pretty obvious she didn't and never did.
The blonde Canadian shook his head slightly, erasing any thoughts of Trish from his head. He needed to focus on Lita. Right now, it was about Lita, not him.
Lita swallowed hard. "I saw him. I saw Jeff." She paused to clear her throat. "I thought I could handle it. I … I thought it was gonna be easy." She paused yet again, choking back sobs. "But it wasn't. I still love him so much. It hurts so bad." The sobs came even harder then.
Chris wished he knew exactly what to say to make the redhead feel better. But he couldn't tell her everything was going to be alright. The girl loved Jeff to death; they'd been together so long. It wasn't going to be alright, not for a long time anyway. He wasn't even alright after Trish. And they hadn't even really been together. Maybe he could take her mind off of things.
"Lita, I really want to make this better. But all I can tell you is that it's gonna take time to get over it. And until you do, I'll be here for you." Chris knew what he really wanted to say. Jeff and Lita belonged together. The whole world seemed to know that except her. But he couldn't say that. There was no need arguing with the broken hearted woman. "How about we just watch whatever match is on, so you don't have to think about it?" After waiting for her nodded approval, he slid his arm from behind her and moved over to the television, cutting it on.
His eyes were glued to the television at the sight he saw. There she was, being beaten down in the ring by none other than Gail Kim and Molly. Those women were out to get her. He couldn't help but feel a pang of anger, watching the massacre in the ring. The girl couldn't even make to her feet without being kicked back down. And then of course, there was always one of them to distract the referee, while the other went to work on Trish. Watching her struggle against his girlfriend Molly and her partner in crime, Gail, made him so sick …
What the hell was he worried for?! He should be happy as a kid in a candy store watching the blonde suffer in the ring, after what she did to him. She betrayed him! She should pay for everything she did. He should be jumping for joy, right now and he knew it.
Who was he kidding? He could not be full of glee watching this catastrophe. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved the girl. Even still. Although his mind was telling him to just forget about it and let her be punished, his heart couldn't stand it.
"Chris what's wrong? Why are you just standing there staring at the t.v.?" Chris's eyes flew to the redhead, who was sitting up on the couch, tear streaks on her face, a look of worry and confusion plaguing her face. He hadn't realized he'd been in a trance, standing right in front of the television. He moved to her, kneeling in front of her, one hand now rubbing her knee, the other caressing her face in a comforting way.
"Honey, I'm really sorry but I need to go. I'll be back soon, I promise." With a quick kiss on her cheek, he rose to his feet and flew out the door.
Lita's gaze traveled to the monitor. A smile played on her lips as she saw what Chris had been so caught up in, why he'd left in such a hurry. She should have known it was because of Trish. Those two belonged together. Maybe tonight would be their night. Maybe things would change.
~*~*~
Chris hustled down the hall. He needed to get out there. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do but that little voice inside of him was telling him to go out there. He really wanted to just save Trish, protect her from the pain she was feeling and the hardship she was going through. But he knew he couldn't exactly do that. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to Molly.
Chris only flinched as he bumped into one of the cameramen in the hall, not even turning around to excuse himself to the man.
After a few moments, Chris slowed his pace to an almost halt. What the hell was he doing? Why was he so concerned about Trish? What about Molly? The one who'd been there for him since Trish's betrayal. The one who'd never lied to him. Molly had never done anything wrong.
He felt kind of guilty that whenever he was around Molly, all he thought about was Trish. Day in, day out. He'd never even slept with Molly. What he felt with Molly was nowhere near what he felt for Trish. It could never be. It made him wonder why he was sort of with her in the first place.
Maybe for Molly's sake, he should tell her how he really felt. He should spare her any kind of heartbreak because she didn't deserve it.
"Oh come on! This isn't fair! These two women are pulling every trick in the book on Trish. I don't know how she's gonna come out of this one with the win." Jim Ross's energetic, southern voice broke Chris's thoughts.
Chris's attention was taken by the little monitor in the gorilla. The sight was even worse than before. Trish was laying almost lifeless in the ring, Molly now approaching her limp body. Due to the fact that Gail was once again distracting the referee and a steel chair lay at the edge of the ring with a slight dent, it wasn't hard to guess what had happened there. "I have to stop this." Chris muttered to himself, running through the black curtains, without a concern of what anyone would say or think.
~*~*~
"And the winners are Molly Holly and Gail Kim!"
Chris came to a halt in the middle of the ramp as Molly's music began to blare throughout the arena. Lillian Garcia had just made the announcement and Molly and Gail stood in the ring, victorious. He knew he should be happy for Molly. Happy that this happened to Trish. But that just wasn't the case.
His blue crystal eyes landed on Trish's now moving body. The way she cringed in pain made his heart ache. The blonde began to sit up one hand grasping the back of her head, the other clutching her abdomen. But that wasn't what was bothering him most. Her either. He looked closer into the details of her face. That wasn't a look of just pain. He could see the disappointment and hurt all in her expression. And he knew exactly how she felt. All the late nights they'd spent talking about how much she got screwed over by Molly and Bischoff. He knew that look all too well.
Chris continued to walk to the ring, sliding inside. He slowly approached Trish. He didn't really want to do anything, but he couldn't stop himself from moving toward her. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding. He was supposed to be made at her; he didn't understand why he was doing this. As he came within a few feet of her, he paused, Trish's eyes meeting his. She was cradling herself now, still sitting on the mat, the look of hurt intensified. He stood frozen staring into the depths of her eyes. It didn't even take words to create the intensity between them. Neither was willing to break the gaze.
Chris jumped as Molly screamed in his ear, from behind him. "I won! Did you come to congratulate me?" He lingered in his stare with Trish a moment before turning around to answer Molly.
"We need to talk." Chris gestured backstage with his head. But Molly seemed too excited about her win, to notice the seriousness in his tone.
"Let's go celebrate!" Molly had her title over her shoulder, her free hand grabbing his. It was amazing that she didn't affect him the way Trish did. He never felt anything when Molly touched him.
The blonde Canadian turned slightly and averted his gaze back to Trish. She'd made it to her feet, leaning on the turnbuckle for support, now being helped by the referee. She must have known he was looking at her, her eyes coming up the moment after he began looking at her. The same intensity had returned. Even just for a moment. The swirl of emotions was overtaking him again. He did love her. No matter how much he'd tried to convince himself he didn't once he found out.
Why was he doing this to himself? Trish didn't care about him. It didn't matter that at that moment, looking in her eyes, he felt love, he saw passion. It didn't matter. It was all an act. It had always been. She didn't love him, nearly the way he loved her. All the hurt and confusion which sat on her face like an inscription in a book was all a lie. There was no point in searching after a hopeless cause.
Shaking his head, he let Molly pull him out the ring. As they approached the top of the ramp, Chris looked up to the TitanTron. Trish was walking to the ropes, leaning on the referee for support. As the camera got a good view of her face, Chris saw the tears falling freely down her face.