SO this site is giving me scripting errors and after FUCKING with it for over half an hour and getting nothing but scripting errors that causes my system files to go Berserk ... I can't put breaks between the scenes so I CAN"T BE FUCKING BOTHERED!
Title: By My Side
Author: Crimson Coin
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any mentioned wrestlers. They are merely used/borrowed for the purpose of this fictional story.
Rating: PG 13 – R, depending on the chapter
Summery: Continuing from Unstoppable and Endless Love. Will friends and love still flourish?
Timeline: October 2004 – present
December 6, 2004
Chris Jericho winced, looking away as he watched that fiery redhead bend the wrong way. He only shook his head, groaning at the muscle pull and he reached back to rub the back of his neck. "Damn it, why does she always insist on flying."
"Cuz she thinks she still can."
Jericho glanced to the door at the voice and he sighed with relief as he spotted Chris Benoit. "Yeah, I know what you mean."
Benoit chuckled, walking further into the room and he sat next to his friend, watching the monitor. "By the way, who ever told you that you could sing."
"Shut up, man," Jericho shot back light heartedly. "I can sing. I was just out of breath and nervous cuz it's been a while since I sang with Fozzy, ok? That and I couldn't really hear them or myself."
Benoit didn't respond but watched as his friend returned his full attention back onto the screen. He watched the fast pace match, catching the grin that spread onto Jericho's face when Trish removed her mask, flashing a seductively sly smile.
Jericho's grin brightened, his eyes beaming as he gazed at the woman. "That's it, Baby. Come on. Get her."
Benoit cracked a grin, mildly interested in the match, more interested in his friend. "So what did you think of that kiss?"
Jericho narrowed his eyes, his teeth clenched. "Whore."
"Uhm ... you wanna clarify that for ..." Benoit trailed off as Jericho flashed a most dangerous glare in Benoit's direction. Benoit nodded. "Right Lita. Lita ... real whore."
Jericho returned his eyes to the monitor, his chin resting on his hands as he rocked nervously. He was really getting into the match. He hissed, his head twitching slightly in sympathy. "God, come on Baby. Kick out. Kick out."
Benoit couldn't help but smile, watching happily as his friend gushed over the woman he cared about. "She'll kick out."
"Yeah," Jericho shot back. "As long as Lita doesn't do something stupid ... again."
Benoit chuckled, lounging back on the couch as he watched with relative ease. "She'll be fine. She'll win."
"I know she'll win." Jericho said, watching intensely, his eyes glued on the wrestling women. "She'll win because she's that good and because she's better. And because ... oh God, no."
Benoit's eyes widened as he saw Lita climb the turnbuckle, preparing for a moonsault. "Oh Man."
"Get up, Baby." Jericho called to the screen, standing as his fists clenched with his passion. "Get up!"
Trish didn't. Lita leapt off the turnbuckle, executing a perfect moonsault on the tiny blonde.
"NO!" Jericho cried.
1 ...
2 ...
3
Jericho stood, shocked, his jaw agape. "No."
"I'm sorry, man." Benoit rested a comforting hand on Jericho's shoulder.
"God, I have to go to her."
Benoit didn't question as his friend raced from the room.
Randy Orton growled, still pacing his locker room, his shoulders tense.
Stacy Keibler watched him nervously, her eyes never leaving his form. He hadn't put a shirt back on and stomped around the room shirtless and in his perfect Docker pants. She sunk a little further into the couch, hoping he didn't vent his frustration out on her.
"That son of a bitch," Randy growled, his eyes ablaze as he stormed around the locker room. "That fucking son of a bitch who in the fucking hell does he think he is." He clenched his teeth. "I'm gonna fucking Kill him!"
She flinched, ducking her head as she cuddled a little further into the couch. "Randy, please don't yell."
He sighed, sitting next to her and taking her smaller hand with both of his. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I don't mean to yell at you or scare you."
"It's ok," she replied nervously. "I understand that you're upset."
"I know but I should never take it out on you." He said softly, pulling her hands into his lap and offering a warm gentle smile. "I don't mean to frighten you. Forgive me?"
Stacy glanced up at him from batted eyes, almost wary to meet his eyes.
"Aw, Honey," he cooed, leaning down to her and kissing her as sweetly as he ever could. "I'm sorry."
After his kiss, the largest smile spread across her face and her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. "It's ok."
"So you forgive me?" his brow rose hopefully, his clear eyes locked on her lovely face.
She slowly licked her lips at him, her eyes scanning down his face to rest on his luscious lips. "Only if you kiss me like that again."
Randy didn't need any further coaxing as he leaned in again, taking her lips with his in the most tender embrace. He held the kiss as long as possible before slowly pulling away, only far enough to speak. "How's that for forgiveness?"
"Mmmm, delicious." Stacy responded then licked her lips, savoring the taste of him.
"Excellent," he said with a winning grin. "I'll shower later. I'm not that sweaty anyway. Come on. Let's get out of here now."
She nodded, cupping his face in her hands and offering him another sweet kiss.
Chris raced down the arena corridors, his brow furrowed and he suddenly slowed his pace. He could see the curtain to the ramp just ahead but there was someone standing off to the side and in the shadows, waiting patiently. He approached the figure. "You're here?"
Jeff Hardy nodded, sinking a little further into the shadows as his eyes focused on the curtains. "Hey."
Chris stood next to the younger man, aware that they were standing in quite a darkened part of the backstage area. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see my girl."
"Which girl is that?"
"I guess that depends," Jeff answered. "On what I witness right now."
"Lita won," Jericho said with venom, his voice harsh and laced with hatred.
Jeff stepped slightly out of the shadows as Lita raced down the ramp stairs, the title belt over her shoulder and a huge grin on her face. She took the belt in her hands and stared at it before glancing around the backstage area.
Jeff's brow rose almost hopeful in his expectations.
Lita squealed, her body full with excitement as she ran towards the man across the way.
Jeff watched with cold eyes as Lita threw herself into another man's arms, the woman's hands tangling through his hair as she placed a harsh passionate kiss on the blond man's mouth.
Jeff sneered, turning his head away and his eyes closed, willing that vision from his memory.
"I'm sorry," Jericho apologized, softly. "I was going to warn you but ... but it was just too late." He glanced over at the still embracing couple and that's when he saw Trish. His eyes widened, pleading for her.
"Jeff!" the blonde woman called.
Jeff looked up in time to catch the blonde woman, and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. He ducked down, burying his head into her neck as he tightened the embrace.
Chris swallowed hard, his arms dropping to his side. She hadn't run to him. She ran to Jeff. He willed the pain in his heart to subside though it didn't.
"Oh God, Jeff," she cried, tightening her arms around his neck. "Jeff, it's been too long. Where ... where have you been? God, I ... I haven't seen you in so long and ..."
"I know," Jeff said softly, controlling any emotions within him and he eased her back from him then, looking down on her face. "I guess it has been too long." He looked up again and over Trish's shoulder, his eyes meeting those of a very shocked redhead.
Trish glanced back over her shoulder, glaring at the redhead who was currently entangled in Edge's arms. She returned her gaze to the youngest Hardy. "Jeff? Why are you here? What ... how have you been?"
"Not much, actually," he replied softly, his voice so gentle and drawled. It was just like she remembered it. The calm sedate Jeff Hardy. "Just doing my thing and I heard about this match tonight. So I had to come by."
"Jeff."
He closed his eyes at the sound of her voice. He knew she was approaching and he turned his eyes to Jericho, hoping for some sort of answer.
Chris offered none.
Trish, on the other hand, spun on angered heels, her eyes dangerously flaring as she glared at the approaching woman. "What in the hell do you think you're trying to pull?"
"It's ok, Trish," Jeff said, gently, easing her to the side and standing beside her, his eyes on the redhead. "Calm down."
"Calm down?" The little blonde screeched, her brow furrowed, furiously. "Calm down?!"
"Shhh," Jericho hushed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. He held her in place.
Trish didn't fight him, on the contrary, she shuddered when her back pressed against his chest. But his actions did little to suppress the anger inside her.
Lita stopped a few feet from the other group and Edge stepped right behind her, placing a protective hand on the redhead's hip. Lita swallowed hard, licking her lips and her eyes flashed with nerves. "Jeff, I ... I've been trying to talk to you for months."
"I know," the youngest Hardy responded. He let his eyes focus on hers before turning towards the tall blond man. "You have no idea, do you?"
An angered expression fell onto Edge's features, defensive at those lightly spoken words. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," Jeff answered with a small smile. He looked to Trish a moment before his eyes returned to Lita. He could easily read the hurt expression on the redhead's face. Swallowing hard, he licked his lips and slowly opened his arms to her.
Tears burst from the Lita's eyes and she choked on her cries as she flung herself into the young Hardy's arms, embracing him tightly, crying into his throat.
Edge could only offer a shocked expression. Trish, however, voiced her anger. "Jeff ... no! What are you doing?" She tried to pull away from Chris.
Jericho refused to release her. "No, Trish." Though his eyes still narrowed at the display.
Jeff sniffed himself, trying to ease the other woman back. She wouldn't release him.
"Jeff," she breathed against him, only loud enough for him to hear. "Jeff, I've missed you so much I ... I didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry about everything. I never meant to hurt you. I really didn't. I was confused and I didn't know what I was doing. Hell, I ... I still don't know what I'm doing. I ..."
"Lita," he eased her back then, his eyes locked on her pretty face and he reached up, cupping her face with his hand. Sighing, he leaned forward, pressing his lips softly to her forehead.
"Hey!" Edge yelled, finally breaking in and he pulled Lita back, shoving the Hardy hard by the chest. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Despite the taller man's anger, Jeff showed no sign of being intimidated. He simply looked up somewhat uncaring at the bigger man. He didn't respond, just stared.
Trish felt the anger and jealousy surging through her. She didn't know quite why she was jealous, but she was sure that was the emotion. Her eyes darted between both men and then she glared at Lita. What she saw ... surprised her?
Lita seemed frightened, unsure. It was the first time in a long while that the redhead didn't exhibit some form of fierce anger. She appeared tired, weak ... even lonely. The redhead easily felt someone's eyes on her and she turned her attention to the tiny blonde woman.
Trish couldn't help but gasp when Lita's eyes met hers. How long had it been since they looked at each other without hatred, without malice? In that moment, Trish missed the friendship they had more than anything and she knew that Lita felt the same way. She could see it in the redhead's hazel eyes.
Lita licked her lips, unable to hide the emotions inside her. She knew she missed Trish, what they used to have, the deep friendship they built over the years. Yes, there was competition and they were always racing for the gold but their feuds had never sparked such intense hatred within either of them before.
Trish could feel tears in her eyes. She missed having a woman friend, having a female friend she could go to with womanly problems or for advice, or to just have a girls night out. She missed all of that and she missed the fun that she and Lita used to have. She jostled when she was suddenly released and she turned her eyes back on the men.
Jericho released Trish, charging between the other men and standing between Edge and Jeff, standing so close to the taller man, almost nose to nose – if they were of equal height. But Jericho wasn't intimidated. His eyes narrowed as his glare darkened. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean, huh?"
"What do you think it means, Shortie?" Edge spat back, that cocky grin plastered on his face.
Jeff Hardy only sighed, shaking his head as he turned his back on the escalating situation.
"Jeff, wait!" Both women called and then looked at each other curiously.
Edge and Jericho also turned their attention to their respective women, confused as to why they called for Jeff.
Trish moved first, racing down the corridor after the youngest Hardy and she grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Jeff, wait. Where are you going?"
"I can't stay here," he said honestly and he watched as Lita approached him too but stayed a little further back because of where Trish stood. Jeff grabbed the little blonde's hand in his and then reached for Lita with the other.
Both Lita and Trish looked at him oddly with wide eyes, but he didn't care. He insisted. He stepped slightly closer to Lita, bringing Trish with him and he grabbed the redhead's hand too, much to the surprise of both women.
Jeff pulled them both closer to him, forcing them to stand beside each other and in front of him. He wanted to talk to them both.
The two women looked nervously at each other and then back to the man in front of them.
Jeff only sighed, ducking his head as he spoke softly. "I can't be here when everything's like this. While you two are at each other's throats like this. I know why Trish is acting the way she is and I know why Lita has done what she's done, but I ... I can't sit by and watch you two throw away the best friendship either of you could ever have."
Neither woman responded.
"Trish," he continued, a soft glisten in his eyes. "I know what you're feeling and I know you feel betrayed and I know you think I feel betrayed too. But don't let your emotions for someone be affected by my emotions. And Lita, I know how confused you are. I know what has to be racing through your head and I know you never meant to hurt me. I know you never knew the depths of my feelings for you and to be honest, I don't even think that I knew."
The young Hardy sighed. "It's been a long time and I think that's why I needed to be away, that I need to be in TNA. I need to be separate from what has brought me so much heart ache. I'm sorry about our baby, Sweetheart. But you know me and I'm a very religious man. And there has to be a reason. This whole scenario thing was so messed up. That was no way to bring our baby into this world. I know you never felt for me the same way but I did love you and even still do. And even if our baby was conceived in love, he wouldn't have been raised that way."
He shook his head. "I know this sounds heartless, Sweetheart, but I don't mean it that way. I just mean that I'm not upset anymore. I've accepted things as they are. Don't be angry with Trish. She's only acting on my behalf because she knows how much pain I was in over the summer. She knows what I went through and she vented it the only way she thought she could."
He glanced from one woman to the next, making sure he had their attention. "I know how close you two were and I can see it in your eyes how something is missing in both your lives. I can see that there's a lot missing in you, Lita. But just listen to me. Rekindle your friendship."
Both women just watched as Jeff released them both and disappeared down the corridor. Neither could react at first. Trish finally mustered the courage to turn her head and she gasped when her eyes met Lita's, the redhead's gaze already intense.
"Lita!" Edge called, racing to them and whisking the redhead away and to the side. "What the hell happened? What did that freak say to you? Are you ok? Did he hurt you? I was about ready to charge over there and beat the piss out of him."
"I'm fine," she responded shortly, in truth far from pleased with Edge's actions. She glanced around the tall blond man, her eyes on Trish and Chris, a most concerned and worried look on Chris's face. Unlike Edge, who just seemed to be so full of anger as of late.
Edge grabbed her hand, pulling on her and leading her down the corridor. "Come on. Let's get out of here."
Trish watched as Edge and Lita interacted.
Chris followed her eyes, watching as well and when they began to walk away, he turned his eyes back onto the woman at his side, his hand slipping into hers as he entwined their fingers. "Sweetie?"
Trish wrapped her fingers around his, squeezing his hand and then she closed her eyes, bowing her head.
He leaned down then, gathering her in his arms in a strong hug, his lips brushing along her ear as he nuzzled against her. "Shhh, Baby. Everything's fine."
"You aren't going to ask ..."
"It's not my business," he responded gently. "If you want to tell me, you will. In your own time. There is never ... NEVER ... pressure from me."
"You're so good to me," she mumbled against him, easing him back to look in his face, on those beautiful eyes. "You ... you're so good to me."
Chris's smile softened as he gazed adoringly on her face, his one hand reaching up to brush the blonde fibers away from her face, tucking them behind her ears so he could see her eyes most clearly. "I love you."
Tears slipped from her eyes. "It feels so good to hear you say that now."
"It feels good to say it."
Trish swallowed hard. "Chris we ... we haven't actually talked ... about ... about what happened on Wednesday."
"What's to talk about?" He asked, cocking his head with curious wonder.
"What's to talk about?" She only shook her head, walking away from him, knowing he'd follow her down the hall. Once inside his locker room, she turned to him, glad they were alone. "We have a lot to talk about."
"I don't understand," Chris said to her, watching as she walked further away from him to sit on the couch. He licked his lips, not moving closer to her. "I ... I don't understand." Then his eyes cleared and the most panged expression fell onto his face. "You regret it."
"No, Sweetie," she said, quickly, her eyes pleading to him. "No, I don't regret a moment." She patted the seat cushion at her side. "Come here, Sweetie. Sit with me."
He approached her nervously, unsure of what she would say and in truth, scared out of his mind of what she would say. He bit his lip, sitting next to her.
Trish sensed his nerves and in every way, wished to ease them. He really had nothing to be nervous about.
Chris's eyes widened when she crawled towards him, one hand outstretched and pressed into his chest. She pushed on him gently, crawling closer to him.
"Lie down," she whispered.
He obeyed, lying down onto his back and she carefully settled on top of him, lying heavily on his body, her hands on his face then playing with his hair. He shivered.
"Don't be nervous." She said, sweetly, her smile stretched beautifully across her face. "This isn't going to be anything bad. I just want to talk to you about Wednesday. I want to apologize if I was too forward and you weren't ready or even wanted to hear me say anything. But I just got so carried away in the moment and I couldn't resist it anymore."
Chris grazed his fingers over her brow, brushing away the hair from her eyes and then rested that hand on her back. "I ... I never was upset and I don't want you to apologize. I ... I just never expected you to say anything and I ... I wanted to say that to you for so long."
His words were cut off when her lips found his, and Trish kissed him heartily, letting him feel every ounce of emotion that dwelled within her. Breathless, she pulled back from him, gazing down into his hot heated icy blue eyes. "How long?" she panted onto his mouth and her eyes fluttered closed as he wrapped his lips around hers.
"Since our first kiss," he pledged then reinforced his words with another heart stopping kiss. Panting, he smiled against her mouth. "Hell, since I first saw you." Again, he pulled her mouth to his, his hands tangling in her hair to hold her close.
Seconds, minutes, Trish didn't know how long she kissed this man, only that she didn't want to stop. And when he finally pulled back for good, she whimpered, only wanting more of him. "Don't stop."
"Look at me."
She forced her eyes open, gazing lovingly down onto his face.
"I'm sorry you lost the title," he said, softly, his breath on his voice. "You deserve to be champ and you still should. If I knew that this would have happened, I would never have made the match."
"I'll worry about my title later," she said, a smile on her face. "Now I want to think about how much you love me."
Chris chuckled, snaking his arms around her torso, pulling her close. "Well we can talk about that but only if you talk about the sexy beast that I am."
Trish's smile brightened, her eyes flickering with mischief and affection. "You were a sexy beast tonight. I remember when I saw you in that open button down silk shirt and you had those shades on your eyes. I licked my lips and had to resist racing down to that ring, pouncing on you, tearing at your pants and then just having my way with you ... right there in the center of the ring." She reached down then, rubbing her hand down his body and to his tights, stroking his inner thigh and other more sensitive parts.
Chris growled at her, his throat quivering with delight at not only her words but her actions as well and the thought of so erotic an encounter.
"And I suppose, I have to admit," she slowly licked her lips, letting her eyes flutter closed as her lips brushed along his. "Seeing you with all those women in your office and them prancing around ... oooo, did I want to just rip every single one of them apart." She chuckled then, flicking her tongue at his bottom lip. "You know, and then have my way with you again."
"God, why didn't you," he moaned, his body racing with his need for her.
Trish shrugged casually, continuing her tease of the man beneath her. "Well that wasn't exactly proper now was it?" She traced her hand up his body, caressing his abs before sliding that tiny hand down the front of his tights.
He groaned, his arms tightening around her and he quickly sat up, tackling her so that she lay on her back. "I want you." He growled lustfully then crashed his lips to hers.
Trish sighed into his mouth, pleased that she so easily sparked such a lust within him. She wasn't ready to think about anything that happened that evening. She just wanted to focus on him, on them. He was such a wonderful distraction.
(I didn't mean to be a bitch ... thanks, read and review.)