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 always, please send it my way. I am just a big ol' review whore!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow! An update! Is it the end of the world, or something? I know I've been a bit slack lately, but here's hoping this gets the ol' ball rolling and more chapters are on their way! Read and Review, please!

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"I don't like it."

Eric Bischoff cocked an eyebrow at Sean Morley as he stood in front of him. "What was that?"

"You heard me, Mr Bischoff. I don't like it," Sean kept his head up and back straight as he confronted Eric. "I'm not going to sit idly by as you brainwash Lita. I don't think I can go through with this."

The dark haired man rolled his eyes at his friend, before walking over to the couch in the hotel room and sitting down. "Oh Morley, don't tell me you've gone soft on me now!"

Sean stepped closer towards his boss, casting his eyes down to the floor quickly before looking back at Bischoff. "Please Eric. You know this isn't right. The poor girl has absolutely no idea about who her friends or enemies are - who she is herself, even - and you're using that vulnerable mental state to your advantage."

Bischoff nodded. "Yeah... and your point is?"

Eyes wide, Morley gaped at the man sitting before him. "Well, my point is that it's wrong, sir. You can't do it."

"I can do it, Morley. I am doing it. And you're not going to stop me." Eric smirked smugly, crossing his legs. "This plan is genius... one of my best, by far. I've always been intruiged by that redheaded minx. But for some reason, she's always rejected my advances. I admit, having her injured is unfortunate. But I can use this to our advantage."

Sean turned away from him and scoffed. "You mean YOUR advantage."

"No, I do mean OUR advantage." Standing from his seat on the couch, Eric made his way over to where Morley was standing. He placed a hand on his shoulder, and spoke. "I need Lita on my side, ready to do whatever I tell her to. And you... well, I know how much you envy the type of friendship Lita had with Hardy and Jericho. Just imagine, Sean. You can have that now."

Sean frowned, his eyes narrowing heavily as he looked at Eric. "So I can have the type of natural, close friendship I've always wanted because we can brainswash Lita to believe that we are friends, and that we have that type of relationship. Is that what you're saying, Mr Bischoff?"

Eric turned away from Morley, clucking his tongue as he did so. "I don't like your tone, Morley." The dark haired man sat back down on the couch, his eyes focusing on Sean. "Please don't tell me you've gotten soft all of a sudden."

Sighing heavily, Morley folded his arms over his chest tightly, and cast his eyes down to the floor. "I just don't think it's right."

"But who are we to decide what's 'right' and what's 'wrong'?" Bischoff's lips widened into a smile as he threw his arms up in the air dramatically with his words. "I'm giving myself an advantage by telling a few white lies to the girl, and at the same time I'm helping you out too. Plus, no one is getting hurt Morley. Did you think about that?"

Sean paused, his eyes still settled on the floor of the hotel room. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and looked back to Eric. "What about Jeff Hardy and Chris Jericho?"

Bischoff shrugged. "What about 'em? If they come to us, we'll just let them talk to Lita. And she can tell them herself that she doesn't want anything to do with them."

"I still don't know," scratching his head in thought, Morley paced around the room. "I mean, I know we've done some pretty rotten things in the past Boss. And I never had a problem with that. Hell, I had fun with it sometimes. But this just feels different. I feel wrong. I don't -"

Morley was interrupted by a light knocking at their hotel room door. Eric stood from the couch, and made his way to the door. "Who is it?"

"It's me. Lita."

Eric looked at Sean pointedly. "Are we all okay?"

Sean took in a quick breath, and nodded.

"Good." Eric placed his hand over the door knob and opened the door, smiling at Lita as she stood in the doorway. "Hi sweetheart. Come on in."

The redhead walked into the room with her head slightly bowed. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, the fiery strands running down her back. She was dressed in a plain white singlet, and baggy pajama bottoms.

Stepping into the middle of the room, Lita looked up and smiled warmly at Sean. "Hi."

He returned the smile, his hands falling to his side. "Hey."

Lita turned back to Bischoff, who closed the door behind her. "I'm sorry to interrupt you both so late, but I was about to go to bed when I started feeling a little weird."

A flash of concern quickly appeared on Morley's features. "Are you alright?"

She turned back to him, a stray strand of hair falling in front of her eyes. She gave him a small smile. "I'm okay. I've got a little bit of a headache, and I felt kinda dizzy before, but I'm mostly being a big wussy girl." She laughed softly, before continuing. "I don't really want to be alone tonight."

Eric stepped in front of Lita, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hun, you're more than welcome to stay in our room tonight! Morley will sleep on the couch, and you can have his bed."

"Oh no, I don't want to put either of you out. I'll sleep on the couch."

Sean shook his head. "No, don't worry, I'll be fine. You take the bed, and I'll take the couch." At her look, she gave her a reassuring smile. "Really, it's fine. Just as long as you're comfortable."

Lita let out a breath, and chewed on her lip slightly. "Thanks Sean. I owe you on for this." She looked over her shoulder at Eric, smiling at him. "And thank you too, Mr Bischoff. I know I'm acting silly..."

"Not at all." The dark haired man waved her words away. "Anything you need, Lita, you just let us know."

"Okay then." Pushing the loose strand of hair behind her ear, Lita looked back to Morley. "Well, I'll just grab my things from my room." She moved towards the door.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

Turning around, she shook her head. "No, it's okay. I'll be fine. Thanks anyway Sean. I'll be back in a moment." And with that she opened the door, stepping out into the hall way.

Bischoff smiled wickedly at Morley. "Well, isn't this an interesting development."

Pointing a finger at him, Sean glared heavily at Eric. "I swear, if you try anything tonight -"

They were interrupted once more by a slightly heavier knocking at the door. Eric shrugged at Morley. "That sure was quick." Opening the door, Eric quickly took a step back.

"Hello Mr Bischoff." Jeff Hardy smiled as he walked through the open door into the hotel room, Chris Jericho and Christian following close behind. "We just thought we'd pay you two a surprise late night visit."

Closing the door behind them, Eric glanced over at Morley, a frown falling upon his face. "Uh, how can we help you boys?"

Jericho stood directly in front of the dark haired man, frowning with an intense look in his eyes. "We'll get straight to the point, Bischoff. Where's Lita?"

"I - I don't know what you mean..."

"Look, Mr Bischoff - Eric - you're well aware of Lita's condition, aren't you?" Christian asked the General Manager of RAW.

Eric nodded. "Yes. It's extremely unfortunate that such a lively, young woman -"

"Yeah, yeah, spare us the act, Boss." Chris snapped, his tone snide and laced with disgust. "I don't want to hear all of your 'I'm-so-caring' crap. Just tell us where she is!"

Jeff touched Jericho's shoulder lightly, whispering in his ear as he stepped forward. "It's okay, Chris. Calm down." Then, the youngest Hardy directed his attention to Eric. "Mr Bischoff, we're not here to attack you or anything like that. We were just wondering if you had seen Lita today, or gone to visit her at the hospital at all?"

Morley cleared his throat, entering the conversation since the three men arrived. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"Well, she's missing." Jeff turned to Sean, directing his words to him. "Obviously, you can both understand that we're worried about her. We asked around the hospital, and they told us that the two of you came in this morning and signed Lita out."

Jeff shrugged before continuing. "At first, I was angry at not being told that you were planning on signing Lita out, going in there without informing any of us, and taking her when we had no idea where she was. But now, I don't care. I just want to see her, and take her back to our hotel with us."

"So where is she?" Jericho demanded, his frown growing heavier.

Before Bischoff or Morley could answer, the hotel door opened once again, and Lita stepped inside with her suitcase and overnight bag in hand. She paused suddenly as she realised three other men were now in the room.

Eric spoke first. "Lita, Jeff Hardy, Chris Jericho and Christian are here to see you. They want to take you back to their hotel now."

Jeff felt the smile creep onto his lips as he stood there, seeing Lita up and out of that hospital bed and healthy. God, she was beautiful. "Li, darlin', come on. We'll take you home."

Her hazel eyes darkening, Lita glared at the three men standing in front of her.

"Leave me alone, and get out."