Title: Two Wrongs
Author: Shantay
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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. But I could name a few I'd love to own. )
Distribution: Sure but just let me know.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: The relationships of two couples take two very wrong turns.
Content warning: Alcohol mention

"We really need to talk."

Lita spun around, anger embedded in all of her features. "Don't you get it?! There's nothing to talk about! So just leave me alone!" She turned to storm off again, but was halted by Jeff's hand on her arm. Her mind kept telling her to slap him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. But she knew she needed to get away from him before she completely broke down. She stopped as he began pleading to her again.

"Li, baby, I made a terrible mistake. And I'm such an idiot for hurting a woman like you." Jeff released her arm, stepping close behind her. He knew he had a few moments to try to convince her to talk to him. "As hard as it is to believe, I never meant to hurt you. I don't know what was going on in my mind. I didn't even mean to-"

Jeff cut off, figuring he shouldn't even bring up the incident if he wanted to keep his chance of talking to her. He pressed flush against her, placing his hands on each of her arms. He sighed as he felt her trembling. She was trying to fight the tears.

"Honey, I love you more than anything in this world, more than myself. I need you in my life. I need to make this up to you. I'm going crazy everyday without you there. I just wanna be able to tell you how much I love you . I wanna feel your lips again or be able to look at your beautiful face. I wanna make love to you again. I just wanna make you happy again. Please, sweetie, please give me the chance to make this up to you. Please let me heal your pain."

Lita swallowed hard as his words entered her ears like poetry. She leaned her head back against his firm chest, her hands rising to grasp his. God, she loved this man. There was no denying that. Ever since they hadn't been together, part of her felt empty. She longed for a fulfillment that only he could give. She closed her eyes, trying to prevent the tears in her eyes from falling, but to no avail.

Jeff heart raced, nearly beating out of his chest. He was sure she could feel it. Maybe he had another chance. He would prove to her just how much he cherished her. He would spend the rest of his life repenting for his sin. If she would give him the chance.

The redhead slowly turned to face her former lover, not looking him the eyes. She linked her fingers with his. It had felt like an eternity since she'd felt his touch and at the moment, it seemed like something she couldn't live without ever again.

She wanted him so bad at that moment. She just wanted to fall into his arms and never leave again. Her breathing was unsteady as she stood before him. She squeezed his hand in hers, before releasing them and placing them on his chest. She still couldn't bring her eyes to his.

After a few moments, Lita suddenly pushed back, shaking her head. "No, I can't do this. I can't let you hurt me again." The redhead quickly marched off down the hall before giving him a chance to recover.

The young Hardy continued to gaze in shock down the hall. He couldn't believe what had just occurred. She'd been so close to him; he felt the connection between them growing. And in mere seconds she was gone again. He'd thought he had finally gotten his chance to be with the love of his life again. But in a flash, he'd lost her all over again.

"Jeff." A soft, female voice called to him. He didn't turn around or respond in any way. He was still in a minor state of shock. The words had entered his ears, but hadn't registered in him yet. When the woman placed her hand on his shoulder, he jumped, as though a spell over him had just been broken.

Turning around, he met the compassionate eyes of Victoria. That look was enough to kill what was left of him. That pitying, sympathetic look. She reached out to grasp his hand comfortingly. "I heard what just happened. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I….I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I know how much you care about her."

A slight smile pulled at his lips. Victoria had been one of the people to push for him and Lita to get together. It was nice to have at least one person on his side at the moment.

The small hands of the woman ran up his arm, moving up and down it, slowly and softly, in a soothing caress. Had he not known her better, he would have thought the beautiful Californian was flirting with him. But it was Victoria's nature to be so openly affectionate.

"You know…if there's anything I can do for you, anything at all, you can let me know." Her warm smile eased some of the pain Jeff had been feeling just a few moments ago.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. I just don't think there's anything you can do. I don't know I can go on without her. My mind keeps telling me to give it up but my heart won't let me."

"Well, we both know that you love Lita more than anything in the world. Maybe you should think about what's best for her. Is it better to keep pushin' it or let her have some time to herself to figure things out?" Jeff made eye contact with her again, as a wave of understanding overtook him. He gave her a thankful smile, but his eyes were saying that he wasn't sure if he could do that.

As if reading his mind, Victoria cupped his face in both hands and said, "Don't worry about it. I know you can do it. You're Jeff Hardy." The most brilliant smile came across her face as he cheered up a little with her statement.

Lita felt her heart break even more as she looked on down the hall. Something had made her stop in her charge away from her ex-boyfriend and turn around. She couldn't describe the hurt and sense of betrayal that she suffered when she saw Victoria with Jeff.

She couldn't hear what they were saying, but what she saw told enough. The way Victoria smiled and caressed Jeff definitely had to be more than friendly. And Jeff stood there smiling back, going along with it. A picture was worth a thousand words.

A thousand truthful, yet agonizing words. Words that told her Jeff Hardy never gave a damn about her. Not five minutes ago, he'd been begging and pleading her to forgive and take him back. Now, here he was with another girl, letting her feel on him and flirt with him. She'd been right all along. All he would do was hurt her again.

The redhead could barely contain the yelp that almost came out when Christian tapped on her shoulder. She spun around to meet the apologetic eyes of the blonde Canadian. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to scare you. Are you alright?"

Lita's eyebrows furrowed as she stared him, not sure why he would ask such a thing when she was just standing there. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you were shakin' and you're red as hell."

The young diva hadn't realized that her body had physically been reacting to the sight she'd just seen. "Uhm…I'm fine now."

Christian realized that she didn't really want to talk about what was bothering her. "Well, while I'm here, I guess I'll just let you know that my offer to take you out still stands. You know, just to get your mind off--things."

Lita knew what the man in front of her was about to say, but she decided to play it off. Maybe he was right. Maybe it would be good to get out, and not be in the same area as the constant reminder of the most heartbreaking experience she'd had in a while.

The redhead, looked over her shoulder to see Victoria grabbing Jeff's hand one last time before finally walking off. She brought her hazel eyes back to Christian and simply replied, "Let's go."

Damn, nothing good is ever on TV, Trish thought to herself, as she flipped through channels in her hotel room. But she knew what the real problem was. She couldn't get Chris Jericho off of her mind. Even after all the horrible things he'd said to her earlier that week, she couldn't stop thinking about him. He still haunted her every thought and dream. He was still a part of her every fantasy and desire.

In her head, she damned him for having that kind of effect on her, for having such a tight hold on her heart. What she wouldn't give to spend a least of few seconds not loving him, so her heart wouldn't be filled with an incessant agony.

The distressed blonde placed the remote control down on the little coffee table in front of her and walked into the hotel room's mini-kitchen. She needed something to ease the suffering. Something that would take away the pain, if only momentarily. She needed her mind to get off of how much she was hurting without Chris in her life.

Suddenly, memories of her father popped into her head. She remembered how stern and serious he was. He'd always been so unapproachable and depressed. Trish could barely remember having a nice conversation with her father or just being able to hang out with him. There'd been so much going on in his life, it all weighed down on him, not allowing him a moment of peace or happiness.

But he found a fix. He found a way to make his pain go away. Only when he had his fix, was Trish able to go to him and ask him for certain things, like permission to go on a date. Only then did she a smile come across the older man's face. Only then did he seem genuinely at peace.

His fix did have its consequences though. But what good thing didn't have some kind of a bad side?

Trish opened the refrigerator, eyeing the six-pack of beer that some of the guys had left after a small party back at the arena. She hadn't been sure what possessed her to take tit, but there it was, sitting in the refrigerator.

Her mother's stern words echoed in her head. "Don't ever turn to your father's ways. Look where it got him. It won't bring any good for you." She could see the seriousness mixed with hurt in her mother's eyes.

Trish thought back to her father. A divorce, a lost job, lost contact with the children. Those were his consequences, his losses.

But she on the other hand, had nothing to lose. Chris was her life, her heart and soul, her everything. She'd already lost everything.

Trish took the six-pack out of the refrigerator, snatching one can out of the plastic holder. This was going to be her fix. It took away her father's pain, it was going to take away hers.

Author's Note: I realize that I have kind of been neglecting I'm sorry. I'm getting back into the swing of things now. Leave me some reviews…