TITLE: Truths and Lies.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13..
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual WWE violence.
SUMMARY: An unfortunate accident causes the lives of a few WWE superstars to turn upside down. Jeff, Lita, Jericho, and more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon has that honour, and I am extremely jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: As usual - I love it! The more, the merrier! hehe. Please, read and review! It'll make me very happy!
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Jeff felt his heart stop beating in his chest. At that second, his heart froze and his brain shut down. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Couldn't do a thing. All he could see was Lita lying on the floor surrounding the ring, motionless. All he could hear was the sound of her skull hitting the steel stairs as she fell from the top rope.
Within a split second, he rushed down from the ring to her side. Ignoring the fact that referee Earl Hebner told him to back off and give her some room, Jeff knelt down beside Lita's limp body. His breath shallow and quick, Jeff placed a tentative hand on her forehead.
"Lita?"
Earl Hebner had called for the EMTs, and Jeff could hear them arriving from backstage behind him. He knew he should move, and let them treat Lita, but he couldn't bring himself to move from her side. He wanted to be right there beside her when she opened her eyes. And he knew she would open her eyes soon. She had to.
"Li? Honey.. answer me, please." Jeff hardly recognised the voice that came out of his mouth. It was full of fear, and worry. It was soft and shaky. Was that really him talking? "Li, come on sweetie.. Wake up. Please."
"Jeff, step aside. Let them do their job." Earl gently pulled on Jeff's arm as the EMTs surrounded Lita quickly. "They need room to work."
Jeff stood up from his place beside her, hesitantly. He ran a hand through his red and purple hair, still unable to believe what had just happened. He watched as the EMT officers knelt by Lita, and checked all her vitals. He watched as they called out her name, opened her eyes and shone a flashlight in them, and placed a brace around her neck.
He took a glance around the arena, taking in the sight that surrounded him. The entire arena was silent. All the fans had stopped cheering and gasping and talking as Lita hit the ground. No one had said a word since. Many were watching him, watching his reaction. Jeff then quickly looked back up into the ring, where Christian stood, watching both him and Lita with a frightened frown on his face.
Lita was loaded onto a stretcher, and the officials and EMTs wheeled her towards the back. Jeff followed numbly, his heart beating hard and his breath catching in his throat. This wasn't happening.. that didn't just happen...
Jeff looked up at the titantron as they showed a replay of what had happened just minutes earlier. As the images flashed onto the huge screen, Jeff felt sick to his stomach. He watched as he saw Lita climb to the top rope, preparing herself to give Christian a Litacanrunna. He watched as Christian whipped him into the ropes, causing Lita to lose her balance and fall backwards.
Straight onto the steel steps.
Her head hit with a sickening thud, and the last image that played on the titantron was of Lita lying on the ground, unmoving.
Jeff stared up at the titantron screen in the middle of the ramp, finding himself unable to move. Watching that replay, he realised exactly how serious Lita's fall was. Good Lord, she had hit those steps hard. He brought his attention back to Lita on the stretcher, who was being taken out the back to an ambulance.
He ran up the ramp, desperate to catch up with her. He walked beside the stretcher, reaching out for her hand. He held on to it, keeping up with the officials and medical officers as they made their way to the parking lot where the ambulance was waiting.
"Li, sweetie.. please, wake up." Jeff whispered in her ear desperately. "Come on Lita. Wake up!"
A medical officer looked up at Jeff, sympathy and pity in his eyes. Jeff's eyes met those of the officer's, and he felt sick when he recognised the pity in his eyes. Jeff didn't need his pity. Lita didn't need his pity either. She was going to be fine! Pity was only for people who needed it.. and Jeff and Lita certainly didn't need it. Jeff knew that Lita was going to be fine.. she was going to be okay...
Jeff watched as they loaded Lita straight into the back of the ambulance. He went to climb in with her, when the same medical officer stopped him cautiously.
"I'm sorry Sir, but only family can ride with her to the hospital."
Jeff frowned deeply and began to protest. "But I --"
"Sir, I can't let you ride with her." The officer's face was filled with sympathy, and Jeff resented him for it. "You'll be able to see her at the hospital once her condition is stablized, but for now.. please..."
The youngest Hardy brother watched on helplessly as the doors of the ambulance were closed, and Lita was driven away to the nearest hospital. The ambulance sirens were screaming loudly as the ambulance drove off. He stood in the parking lot, unmoving, surrounded by officials. His eyes stayed on the ambulance, slowly becoming smaller and smaller as it grew farther and farther away. He didn't move until he couldn't hear the sound of the sirens any longer.
"Jeff?"
Jeff turned around slowly to face the voice that had called out his name. He turned to see Chris Jericho standing infront of him. The look on Jericho's face was unreadable. Jeff recognised a mixture of fear, pain, concern and uncertainty in his friend's face.
Chris slowly walked towards Jeff, worried when the Hardy didn't say anything at all. Jericho looked at Jeff steadily, and nudged his head towards his rental car. "Come on Hardy, I'll drive you to the hospital."
Jericho began to walk away, towards his car, when Jeff pulled on his arm. Chris looked at his friend, his eyebrows raised in question. Jeff didn't say anything at all, merely collapsing into Chris's arms with a heavy sob. The blonde canadian was shocked when he felt warm tears fall onto his shoulder, and felt Jeff's small form shaking against his own. Jericho wrapped his arms around the youngest Hardy brother, and held him tightly.
"Come on Jeff. It's alright. She'll be okay." Chris said soothingly, hoping his voice wouldn't betray him and show exactly how scared he was as well. "Red's a fighter, you know that. She's tough. She'll be fine."
Jeff pulled away from Jericho reluctantly, wiping his tear filled eyes with the back of his hand. "Yeah, I know. But still. Did you see what happened, Chris?" Jeff sniffled slightly as the two men walked towards Chris' car.
"Jeff, I saw. It looked pretty bad. But you know alot of things look worse than they actually are --"
"No, I'm not talking about that." Jeff said angrily, his voice still shaky from his cries. "I mean.. it happened because of me."
At Jeff's last statement, Chris ceased walking. He looked at Jeff, and gripped his shoulder firmly. "Don't you dare start thinking like that!" Jericho said, his tone demanding. "Don't even think of blaming yourself for what happened to Lita out there tonight."
"WHY?" Jeff yelled, his voice breaking with emotion. "It was my fault! I didn't see her there on the top rope. If I had seen her, maybe I could've avoided hitting the ropes. Then she wouldn't have lost her balance... it was because of me she fell, Chris!"
Jeff was breathing heavily, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He was standing close to Chris, a deep frown marring his features. Jericho looked down at ground, then back up at Jeff. "Let's just go to the hospital, Jeff."
"No. I don't think... I don't think I could see her there, knowing it was because of me she's there."
"Oh, for God's sake --" Chris pulled back, and threw his fist at Jeff, hitting him in the jaw. Jeff dropped to the parking lot floor instantly, his hands flying up to his throbbing jaw.
"What the fuck was that for?" Jeff asked, scowling up at his friend as he held onto his jaw.
Chris held out his hand to help Jeff up from the ground. "That was for being a dick. Lita's in the hospital right now. Regardless of what you think happened, she's going to want to see you when she wakes up. So can we please cut this guilty bullshit and just get over to that hospital?"
Jeff hesistantly reached for Jericho's hand, and allowed him to pull him up from the floor. Silently, they made their way to the car once more. Arriving at the car, Jericho unlocked the doors and the two men entered.
"You really think she'll be okay?" Jeff asked quietly as they drove out of the arena parking lot.
Chris nodded as he watched the road infront of him. "She'll be fine." He looked over towards the Hardy boy, who seemed to accept his answer and calm down slightly. Chris only wished he could be so sure that the redhead diva would be as fine as he said she would be.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13..
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual WWE violence.
SUMMARY: An unfortunate accident causes the lives of a few WWE superstars to turn upside down. Jeff, Lita, Jericho, and more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon has that honour, and I am extremely jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: As usual - I love it! The more, the merrier! hehe. Please, read and review! It'll make me very happy!
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Jeff felt his heart stop beating in his chest. At that second, his heart froze and his brain shut down. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Couldn't do a thing. All he could see was Lita lying on the floor surrounding the ring, motionless. All he could hear was the sound of her skull hitting the steel stairs as she fell from the top rope.
Within a split second, he rushed down from the ring to her side. Ignoring the fact that referee Earl Hebner told him to back off and give her some room, Jeff knelt down beside Lita's limp body. His breath shallow and quick, Jeff placed a tentative hand on her forehead.
"Lita?"
Earl Hebner had called for the EMTs, and Jeff could hear them arriving from backstage behind him. He knew he should move, and let them treat Lita, but he couldn't bring himself to move from her side. He wanted to be right there beside her when she opened her eyes. And he knew she would open her eyes soon. She had to.
"Li? Honey.. answer me, please." Jeff hardly recognised the voice that came out of his mouth. It was full of fear, and worry. It was soft and shaky. Was that really him talking? "Li, come on sweetie.. Wake up. Please."
"Jeff, step aside. Let them do their job." Earl gently pulled on Jeff's arm as the EMTs surrounded Lita quickly. "They need room to work."
Jeff stood up from his place beside her, hesitantly. He ran a hand through his red and purple hair, still unable to believe what had just happened. He watched as the EMT officers knelt by Lita, and checked all her vitals. He watched as they called out her name, opened her eyes and shone a flashlight in them, and placed a brace around her neck.
He took a glance around the arena, taking in the sight that surrounded him. The entire arena was silent. All the fans had stopped cheering and gasping and talking as Lita hit the ground. No one had said a word since. Many were watching him, watching his reaction. Jeff then quickly looked back up into the ring, where Christian stood, watching both him and Lita with a frightened frown on his face.
Lita was loaded onto a stretcher, and the officials and EMTs wheeled her towards the back. Jeff followed numbly, his heart beating hard and his breath catching in his throat. This wasn't happening.. that didn't just happen...
Jeff looked up at the titantron as they showed a replay of what had happened just minutes earlier. As the images flashed onto the huge screen, Jeff felt sick to his stomach. He watched as he saw Lita climb to the top rope, preparing herself to give Christian a Litacanrunna. He watched as Christian whipped him into the ropes, causing Lita to lose her balance and fall backwards.
Straight onto the steel steps.
Her head hit with a sickening thud, and the last image that played on the titantron was of Lita lying on the ground, unmoving.
Jeff stared up at the titantron screen in the middle of the ramp, finding himself unable to move. Watching that replay, he realised exactly how serious Lita's fall was. Good Lord, she had hit those steps hard. He brought his attention back to Lita on the stretcher, who was being taken out the back to an ambulance.
He ran up the ramp, desperate to catch up with her. He walked beside the stretcher, reaching out for her hand. He held on to it, keeping up with the officials and medical officers as they made their way to the parking lot where the ambulance was waiting.
"Li, sweetie.. please, wake up." Jeff whispered in her ear desperately. "Come on Lita. Wake up!"
A medical officer looked up at Jeff, sympathy and pity in his eyes. Jeff's eyes met those of the officer's, and he felt sick when he recognised the pity in his eyes. Jeff didn't need his pity. Lita didn't need his pity either. She was going to be fine! Pity was only for people who needed it.. and Jeff and Lita certainly didn't need it. Jeff knew that Lita was going to be fine.. she was going to be okay...
Jeff watched as they loaded Lita straight into the back of the ambulance. He went to climb in with her, when the same medical officer stopped him cautiously.
"I'm sorry Sir, but only family can ride with her to the hospital."
Jeff frowned deeply and began to protest. "But I --"
"Sir, I can't let you ride with her." The officer's face was filled with sympathy, and Jeff resented him for it. "You'll be able to see her at the hospital once her condition is stablized, but for now.. please..."
The youngest Hardy brother watched on helplessly as the doors of the ambulance were closed, and Lita was driven away to the nearest hospital. The ambulance sirens were screaming loudly as the ambulance drove off. He stood in the parking lot, unmoving, surrounded by officials. His eyes stayed on the ambulance, slowly becoming smaller and smaller as it grew farther and farther away. He didn't move until he couldn't hear the sound of the sirens any longer.
"Jeff?"
Jeff turned around slowly to face the voice that had called out his name. He turned to see Chris Jericho standing infront of him. The look on Jericho's face was unreadable. Jeff recognised a mixture of fear, pain, concern and uncertainty in his friend's face.
Chris slowly walked towards Jeff, worried when the Hardy didn't say anything at all. Jericho looked at Jeff steadily, and nudged his head towards his rental car. "Come on Hardy, I'll drive you to the hospital."
Jericho began to walk away, towards his car, when Jeff pulled on his arm. Chris looked at his friend, his eyebrows raised in question. Jeff didn't say anything at all, merely collapsing into Chris's arms with a heavy sob. The blonde canadian was shocked when he felt warm tears fall onto his shoulder, and felt Jeff's small form shaking against his own. Jericho wrapped his arms around the youngest Hardy brother, and held him tightly.
"Come on Jeff. It's alright. She'll be okay." Chris said soothingly, hoping his voice wouldn't betray him and show exactly how scared he was as well. "Red's a fighter, you know that. She's tough. She'll be fine."
Jeff pulled away from Jericho reluctantly, wiping his tear filled eyes with the back of his hand. "Yeah, I know. But still. Did you see what happened, Chris?" Jeff sniffled slightly as the two men walked towards Chris' car.
"Jeff, I saw. It looked pretty bad. But you know alot of things look worse than they actually are --"
"No, I'm not talking about that." Jeff said angrily, his voice still shaky from his cries. "I mean.. it happened because of me."
At Jeff's last statement, Chris ceased walking. He looked at Jeff, and gripped his shoulder firmly. "Don't you dare start thinking like that!" Jericho said, his tone demanding. "Don't even think of blaming yourself for what happened to Lita out there tonight."
"WHY?" Jeff yelled, his voice breaking with emotion. "It was my fault! I didn't see her there on the top rope. If I had seen her, maybe I could've avoided hitting the ropes. Then she wouldn't have lost her balance... it was because of me she fell, Chris!"
Jeff was breathing heavily, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He was standing close to Chris, a deep frown marring his features. Jericho looked down at ground, then back up at Jeff. "Let's just go to the hospital, Jeff."
"No. I don't think... I don't think I could see her there, knowing it was because of me she's there."
"Oh, for God's sake --" Chris pulled back, and threw his fist at Jeff, hitting him in the jaw. Jeff dropped to the parking lot floor instantly, his hands flying up to his throbbing jaw.
"What the fuck was that for?" Jeff asked, scowling up at his friend as he held onto his jaw.
Chris held out his hand to help Jeff up from the ground. "That was for being a dick. Lita's in the hospital right now. Regardless of what you think happened, she's going to want to see you when she wakes up. So can we please cut this guilty bullshit and just get over to that hospital?"
Jeff hesistantly reached for Jericho's hand, and allowed him to pull him up from the floor. Silently, they made their way to the car once more. Arriving at the car, Jericho unlocked the doors and the two men entered.
"You really think she'll be okay?" Jeff asked quietly as they drove out of the arena parking lot.
Chris nodded as he watched the road infront of him. "She'll be fine." He looked over towards the Hardy boy, who seemed to accept his answer and calm down slightly. Chris only wished he could be so sure that the redhead diva would be as fine as he said she would be.