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: I've had this chapter ready for a week now, but my computer went on the fritz and has only just come back from the repair shop. Anyway, long overdue, here is the update! As always, let me know what y'all think! I appreciate it!
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Jeff stared at Lita, his brow furrowing slightly. "Lita?"
She stepped backwards, making sure she was safe and secure, standing in between Sean and Eric. She continued to glare at the three men who stood in front of her. Shaking slightly, whether it was from the cold chill in the room or from the awful nerves she felt, she couldn't tell. All Lita knew was that she wanted these three strangers to leave.
"Leave me alone."
Jericho stepped forward slightly, and watched as Lita took a step back, distancing herself from him. "Lita, it's us. Chris, Jeff, and Christian."
"I know who you are." She said warily, her voice shaking slightly. "And that's exactly why I want you to leave." Christian opened his mouth to say something, but the redhead continued. "I can't believe that you three could come here and bother us at a time like this! I mean, I know what you're like but... it's just horrible."
Frowning heavily, his blue eyes sparkling with confusion, Jericho looked at Lita, studying her for a while. Then his gaze flew to Eric and Morley. "What's going on here?"
Eric shrugged innocently. "How would I know? Seems like this is between you guys and Lita."
Lita crossed her arms over her chest, and looked away from the three men standing in front of her. She was trying not to show it, but this confrontation was so nerve wracking for her that it was starting to make her feel sick...
"Li, darlin'..." Jeff took a step forward, reaching to touch the redhead's hand. His fingers brushed her skin, and as soon as she felt the connection, Lita jerked her hand away, staring at Jeff with a look of distrust and contempt. She stepped backwards, closer to Chief Morley.
Jeff was shaken by her reaction. She pulled away from him? Almost as if his touch sickened her... and that look that was still etched onto her face, that frightened look that was directed at him. It was too much for him. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes glazing over, and he was unable to find his tongue anymore. So he stood there, beside Jericho and Christian, unmoving but his eyes never leaving Lita's form.
Bischoff cleared his throat, disrupting the tension that hung thickly in the air. "I think it'd be best if you fellows left now. Clearly, Lita doesn't want to waste her time with a trio of trouble makers like you."
"Trouble makers? Us?" Christian rose his eyebrows in disbelief. "I don't know what game you're playing here, Bischoff, but it's not funny."
"Who said anything about this being funny?" Bischoff frowned. "I am being completely serious."
Jericho raked a hand through his golden locks, getting more and more frustrated with the situation. "Enough of this k-rap! Eric, if you don't stop this shit and leave Lita alone, I'm just going to have to give you the beating of a lifetime. Because frankly, I'm getting pissed now."
Morley stayed silent, keeping his gaze level. He looked back at Lita over his shoulder... the poor thing was beginning to look upset... and she had every reason. This had to end, he had to get everyone out of here, fast. For her sake.
Smirking, Eric glanced over at Morley. "Oh, now they're threatening us. In front of the lady and everything. Such big, brave, tough men you three are."
Chris let out a heavy growl, and lunged at Bischoff. "I'll show you how tough I am -"
Sean leapt in front of his boss, catching Jericho by the shoulders. He held the blonde canadian by his collar, his brows furrowed heavily. "Leave."
"Sean, be careful." Lita whispered quietly from the back of the room.
Hearing her plea, Christian studied her, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell...?", he whispered under his breath. Sure, he hadn't expected Lita to be one hundred percent when she left the hospital, nor was he expecting perfect behaviour from her. She had, after all, suffered a pretty severe head injury. But this was just crazy.
Prying himself out of Morley's grasp, Jericho straightened his collar, scowling at the other man the whole time. "Don't touch me again, Morley."
"If you don't leave right now, I'm afraid I'll have to."
Christian stepped forward. "You touch him, and then I'll be forced to lay my hands on you too."
Eric laughed. "All this idle threatening is really quite scary boys, really it is." His face fell serious. "But it's time for you to leave now."
"And let you two ass clowns have your way with Lita? HELL NO!" Jericho spat, his ice cold stare directed at Bischoff.
"Like you three bumbling idiots are any better for her!"
"At least we have HER best interests in mind, not our own!"
Morley spoke through gritted teeth. "Are you suggesting we're not doing what's best for Lita?"
Jericho nodded. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting. Because I know that underneath this sugar-sweet act that you two have going on, you're being all nice to Lita because you want her for something. Something that helps YOU out."
"How dare you say that! We CARE about Lita! We look after her, which is more than you can say!" Eyes blazing, Morley fiercely pointed at Christian and Jeff. "For fuck's sake, it was you two assholes that PUT HER IN HOSPITAL in the first place!!"
A cold shiver was sent through Jeff's spine with Morley's words. He was right. Good Lord, he was right. He was the one who pushed Lita off the turnbuckle. He didn't mean to do it, but regardless, he was the one who did it. It was him. And if it weren't for him, Lita would still be perfectly healthy...
Christian let out a harsh breath as he shook his head at the Chief of Staff for RAW. "That was an accident! You can't seriously think we meant for Lita to get hurt at all?"
"How do we know what you meant to happen?" Bischoff replied, his voice laced with accusal.
"I'm SICK of this!" Jericho snarled. "Quit trying to make us out to be the bad guys here!"
"You ARE the bad guys!"
"Shut up, you fucking liar!"
"Watch what you say to me if you want to keep your arms attached to your body!"
Their voices now raised to shouts and yells, insults flew back and forth between Jericho, Christian, Morley and Bischoff. Jeff still stood a few steps behind his canadian friends, looking hurt and shocked and unable to move.
Lita watched as the four men growled and snapped at each other, their voices growing louder and louder and angrier and angrier with each word uttered. All of this fighting over her? She couldn't understand it. Harsh words in her ears, the redheaded woman felt a sudden wave of dizziness sweep over her. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus her vision again. Her sight blurred, she managed to speak quickly.
"I-I'm not feeling so well. I think I'll just go back to my room and lie down there for a while."
Morley tore his attention away from Jericho and Christian and turned to Lita with concern in his eyes. "Do you want me to take you to your room?"
"Bullshit you're taking her! We'll take her with us, back to OUR hotel, where she'll be safe!"
"She'll be safe with us!" Morley rebutted, turning to Jericho once more.
"Yeah, sure, as safe as a rabbit with a couple of wolves!" Christian muttered sarcastically.
Lita frowned slightly, her head beginning to pound. "Forget it! I'll go to my room by myself!"
Bischoff looked at her. "Are you sure, because I could come -"
"No! It's fine! It's only across the hall. I'll go myself, so at least there's one less thing for you all to fight over!" She took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself and stop the throbbing in her head. "Goodnight."
As she moved towards the door, she heard the men resume their arguements. Stepping past the oddly quiet Jeff Hardy, she shook her head as she realised that her vision was getting worse. Barely able to see, she managed to step outside the door and into the hotel corridor. Damn, she thought to herself, it's lucky my room is only across the hall.
But as she took another step, her vision blacked out for a moment. Panicking, her breaths came rapidly, and it felt like she couldn't breathe. Her sight returned, blurry and unfocused. Her head spun, and her legs felt as through they were made out of stone. Her skin was burning - she felt like she was on fire. Lita reached out to try and steady herself against a wall, her hand finding the cool, hard surface quickly. She tried to slow her breaths and gain control over her body once again. She just had to get to her room, and then she could lie down, and everything would be okay...
If only she could make it to her room.
***
Jeff watched as his friends and the other two men verbally attacked each other, growing more brutal and savage with each insult. He felt like he should step up and help defend Jericho and Christian, but he couldn't find the will to. He just wanted to go back to their hotel and cry himself to sleep.
All he could think about was that look of pain on Lita's face as he reached out to try and touch her. And the thought that it was him who put her in this horrible situation in the first place. It was all his fault that she was like this, scared and unable to remember who were her friends and who were her enemies, and who she was herself...
He glanced out the door, unable to keep his eyes off her for very long. And as he caught sight of the redheaded diva, he realised something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
***
Still trying to catch her breath and force her body to obey her commands to make it to her hotel room, Lita felt another hard hitting wave of dizziness sweep over her. As the corridor walls spun out of control, her vision darkened once more and left her blind. Suddenly, her head was very heavy. And Lita dropped to the floor, no longer conscious.
Jeff raced towards her, watching as she fell to the floor. His heart pounding, he picked her up, cradling her limp body in his arms. He looked around wildly, unsure of what to do next. He recalled Lita saying her room was only across the hall. In a desperate move, he quickly moved towards the room directly across Bischoff and Morley's room. Hoping that this was the right room - and that Lita hadn't locked the door behind her - he kicked at the door with his feet.
To his relief, it flew open before him, and the room seemed empty. Entering carefully, he stepped towards the bed and gently placed Lita on the covers. She was still out, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Looking around the room with wide eyes, Jeff fought through his worry to figure out what to do next. His gaze fell onto the bathroom door, and he raced to it, grabbing a face towel and soaking it with cold water.
He returned to Lita's side, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. Slowly and gently, he dabbed the cold, wet face cloth on her forehead. He dabbed it carefully beside her eyes, leaving tiny drops of water on her creamy skin. He trailed the damp cloth down her neck, as he watched her face for any sign that she was waking up. His free hand came up to her forehead, sweeping away a stray strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered on her skin, the softness so enticing. His worried green eyes closed slowly as he prayed that she'd be okay.
"P-p-please, don't..." A strained whisper.
Eyes flying open, He stumbled over his words, nervous and worried and relieved all at the same time. "Lita? Darlin', it's okay. I'm here. You're safe." Jeff's hand instinctively cupped her cheek. "A-are you alright? How do you feel?"
She whimpered, her eyes fluttering open and then shut again. "Please don't touch me."
Jeff paused, his heart plummeting to the pit of his stomach. "What? Li... what?" His voice was small and scared.
"Don't touch me." She almost cried, her voice quivering with fear and the pain in her head. "Please. If you are half as bad as what Mr Bischoff says you are... I don't want you anywhere near me."
Frowning in confusion, Jeff shook his head. "As bad as Bischoff says... " And then it clicked. Eyes widening, he licked his lips and placed his hands on Lita's shoulders. "Lita, what have Bischoff and Morley told you about me? What have they told you?"
When she didn't answer, her eyes closing once more, he gently shook her shoulders. "No, stay awake! Come on, Lita! What have they said?"
Then there was a rough hand on Jeff's shoulder, throwing him away from the bed and towards the door. Morley, eyes narrowed, stared at him. "Don't you touch her! Can't you see she's sick?"
Scowling fiercely, Jeff growled at Morley. "What bullshit lies have you been feeding her, Morley? Tell me! What have you been saying to her?"
A flash of worry crossed Sean's features, and then he grew cold once more. Shoving Jeff out of the hotel room door, he spoke abruptly. "Go home Jeff, before I have to hurt you."
Then the door was slammed in his face, leaving Jeff standing alone in the hotel corridor, wondering what lies Lita believed to be the truth. And how he could convince her that Morley and Bischoff were the lies.
And he was the truth.
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: I've had this chapter ready for a week now, but my computer went on the fritz and has only just come back from the repair shop. Anyway, long overdue, here is the update! As always, let me know what y'all think! I appreciate it!
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Jeff stared at Lita, his brow furrowing slightly. "Lita?"
She stepped backwards, making sure she was safe and secure, standing in between Sean and Eric. She continued to glare at the three men who stood in front of her. Shaking slightly, whether it was from the cold chill in the room or from the awful nerves she felt, she couldn't tell. All Lita knew was that she wanted these three strangers to leave.
"Leave me alone."
Jericho stepped forward slightly, and watched as Lita took a step back, distancing herself from him. "Lita, it's us. Chris, Jeff, and Christian."
"I know who you are." She said warily, her voice shaking slightly. "And that's exactly why I want you to leave." Christian opened his mouth to say something, but the redhead continued. "I can't believe that you three could come here and bother us at a time like this! I mean, I know what you're like but... it's just horrible."
Frowning heavily, his blue eyes sparkling with confusion, Jericho looked at Lita, studying her for a while. Then his gaze flew to Eric and Morley. "What's going on here?"
Eric shrugged innocently. "How would I know? Seems like this is between you guys and Lita."
Lita crossed her arms over her chest, and looked away from the three men standing in front of her. She was trying not to show it, but this confrontation was so nerve wracking for her that it was starting to make her feel sick...
"Li, darlin'..." Jeff took a step forward, reaching to touch the redhead's hand. His fingers brushed her skin, and as soon as she felt the connection, Lita jerked her hand away, staring at Jeff with a look of distrust and contempt. She stepped backwards, closer to Chief Morley.
Jeff was shaken by her reaction. She pulled away from him? Almost as if his touch sickened her... and that look that was still etched onto her face, that frightened look that was directed at him. It was too much for him. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes glazing over, and he was unable to find his tongue anymore. So he stood there, beside Jericho and Christian, unmoving but his eyes never leaving Lita's form.
Bischoff cleared his throat, disrupting the tension that hung thickly in the air. "I think it'd be best if you fellows left now. Clearly, Lita doesn't want to waste her time with a trio of trouble makers like you."
"Trouble makers? Us?" Christian rose his eyebrows in disbelief. "I don't know what game you're playing here, Bischoff, but it's not funny."
"Who said anything about this being funny?" Bischoff frowned. "I am being completely serious."
Jericho raked a hand through his golden locks, getting more and more frustrated with the situation. "Enough of this k-rap! Eric, if you don't stop this shit and leave Lita alone, I'm just going to have to give you the beating of a lifetime. Because frankly, I'm getting pissed now."
Morley stayed silent, keeping his gaze level. He looked back at Lita over his shoulder... the poor thing was beginning to look upset... and she had every reason. This had to end, he had to get everyone out of here, fast. For her sake.
Smirking, Eric glanced over at Morley. "Oh, now they're threatening us. In front of the lady and everything. Such big, brave, tough men you three are."
Chris let out a heavy growl, and lunged at Bischoff. "I'll show you how tough I am -"
Sean leapt in front of his boss, catching Jericho by the shoulders. He held the blonde canadian by his collar, his brows furrowed heavily. "Leave."
"Sean, be careful." Lita whispered quietly from the back of the room.
Hearing her plea, Christian studied her, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell...?", he whispered under his breath. Sure, he hadn't expected Lita to be one hundred percent when she left the hospital, nor was he expecting perfect behaviour from her. She had, after all, suffered a pretty severe head injury. But this was just crazy.
Prying himself out of Morley's grasp, Jericho straightened his collar, scowling at the other man the whole time. "Don't touch me again, Morley."
"If you don't leave right now, I'm afraid I'll have to."
Christian stepped forward. "You touch him, and then I'll be forced to lay my hands on you too."
Eric laughed. "All this idle threatening is really quite scary boys, really it is." His face fell serious. "But it's time for you to leave now."
"And let you two ass clowns have your way with Lita? HELL NO!" Jericho spat, his ice cold stare directed at Bischoff.
"Like you three bumbling idiots are any better for her!"
"At least we have HER best interests in mind, not our own!"
Morley spoke through gritted teeth. "Are you suggesting we're not doing what's best for Lita?"
Jericho nodded. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting. Because I know that underneath this sugar-sweet act that you two have going on, you're being all nice to Lita because you want her for something. Something that helps YOU out."
"How dare you say that! We CARE about Lita! We look after her, which is more than you can say!" Eyes blazing, Morley fiercely pointed at Christian and Jeff. "For fuck's sake, it was you two assholes that PUT HER IN HOSPITAL in the first place!!"
A cold shiver was sent through Jeff's spine with Morley's words. He was right. Good Lord, he was right. He was the one who pushed Lita off the turnbuckle. He didn't mean to do it, but regardless, he was the one who did it. It was him. And if it weren't for him, Lita would still be perfectly healthy...
Christian let out a harsh breath as he shook his head at the Chief of Staff for RAW. "That was an accident! You can't seriously think we meant for Lita to get hurt at all?"
"How do we know what you meant to happen?" Bischoff replied, his voice laced with accusal.
"I'm SICK of this!" Jericho snarled. "Quit trying to make us out to be the bad guys here!"
"You ARE the bad guys!"
"Shut up, you fucking liar!"
"Watch what you say to me if you want to keep your arms attached to your body!"
Their voices now raised to shouts and yells, insults flew back and forth between Jericho, Christian, Morley and Bischoff. Jeff still stood a few steps behind his canadian friends, looking hurt and shocked and unable to move.
Lita watched as the four men growled and snapped at each other, their voices growing louder and louder and angrier and angrier with each word uttered. All of this fighting over her? She couldn't understand it. Harsh words in her ears, the redheaded woman felt a sudden wave of dizziness sweep over her. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus her vision again. Her sight blurred, she managed to speak quickly.
"I-I'm not feeling so well. I think I'll just go back to my room and lie down there for a while."
Morley tore his attention away from Jericho and Christian and turned to Lita with concern in his eyes. "Do you want me to take you to your room?"
"Bullshit you're taking her! We'll take her with us, back to OUR hotel, where she'll be safe!"
"She'll be safe with us!" Morley rebutted, turning to Jericho once more.
"Yeah, sure, as safe as a rabbit with a couple of wolves!" Christian muttered sarcastically.
Lita frowned slightly, her head beginning to pound. "Forget it! I'll go to my room by myself!"
Bischoff looked at her. "Are you sure, because I could come -"
"No! It's fine! It's only across the hall. I'll go myself, so at least there's one less thing for you all to fight over!" She took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself and stop the throbbing in her head. "Goodnight."
As she moved towards the door, she heard the men resume their arguements. Stepping past the oddly quiet Jeff Hardy, she shook her head as she realised that her vision was getting worse. Barely able to see, she managed to step outside the door and into the hotel corridor. Damn, she thought to herself, it's lucky my room is only across the hall.
But as she took another step, her vision blacked out for a moment. Panicking, her breaths came rapidly, and it felt like she couldn't breathe. Her sight returned, blurry and unfocused. Her head spun, and her legs felt as through they were made out of stone. Her skin was burning - she felt like she was on fire. Lita reached out to try and steady herself against a wall, her hand finding the cool, hard surface quickly. She tried to slow her breaths and gain control over her body once again. She just had to get to her room, and then she could lie down, and everything would be okay...
If only she could make it to her room.
***
Jeff watched as his friends and the other two men verbally attacked each other, growing more brutal and savage with each insult. He felt like he should step up and help defend Jericho and Christian, but he couldn't find the will to. He just wanted to go back to their hotel and cry himself to sleep.
All he could think about was that look of pain on Lita's face as he reached out to try and touch her. And the thought that it was him who put her in this horrible situation in the first place. It was all his fault that she was like this, scared and unable to remember who were her friends and who were her enemies, and who she was herself...
He glanced out the door, unable to keep his eyes off her for very long. And as he caught sight of the redheaded diva, he realised something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
***
Still trying to catch her breath and force her body to obey her commands to make it to her hotel room, Lita felt another hard hitting wave of dizziness sweep over her. As the corridor walls spun out of control, her vision darkened once more and left her blind. Suddenly, her head was very heavy. And Lita dropped to the floor, no longer conscious.
Jeff raced towards her, watching as she fell to the floor. His heart pounding, he picked her up, cradling her limp body in his arms. He looked around wildly, unsure of what to do next. He recalled Lita saying her room was only across the hall. In a desperate move, he quickly moved towards the room directly across Bischoff and Morley's room. Hoping that this was the right room - and that Lita hadn't locked the door behind her - he kicked at the door with his feet.
To his relief, it flew open before him, and the room seemed empty. Entering carefully, he stepped towards the bed and gently placed Lita on the covers. She was still out, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Looking around the room with wide eyes, Jeff fought through his worry to figure out what to do next. His gaze fell onto the bathroom door, and he raced to it, grabbing a face towel and soaking it with cold water.
He returned to Lita's side, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. Slowly and gently, he dabbed the cold, wet face cloth on her forehead. He dabbed it carefully beside her eyes, leaving tiny drops of water on her creamy skin. He trailed the damp cloth down her neck, as he watched her face for any sign that she was waking up. His free hand came up to her forehead, sweeping away a stray strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered on her skin, the softness so enticing. His worried green eyes closed slowly as he prayed that she'd be okay.
"P-p-please, don't..." A strained whisper.
Eyes flying open, He stumbled over his words, nervous and worried and relieved all at the same time. "Lita? Darlin', it's okay. I'm here. You're safe." Jeff's hand instinctively cupped her cheek. "A-are you alright? How do you feel?"
She whimpered, her eyes fluttering open and then shut again. "Please don't touch me."
Jeff paused, his heart plummeting to the pit of his stomach. "What? Li... what?" His voice was small and scared.
"Don't touch me." She almost cried, her voice quivering with fear and the pain in her head. "Please. If you are half as bad as what Mr Bischoff says you are... I don't want you anywhere near me."
Frowning in confusion, Jeff shook his head. "As bad as Bischoff says... " And then it clicked. Eyes widening, he licked his lips and placed his hands on Lita's shoulders. "Lita, what have Bischoff and Morley told you about me? What have they told you?"
When she didn't answer, her eyes closing once more, he gently shook her shoulders. "No, stay awake! Come on, Lita! What have they said?"
Then there was a rough hand on Jeff's shoulder, throwing him away from the bed and towards the door. Morley, eyes narrowed, stared at him. "Don't you touch her! Can't you see she's sick?"
Scowling fiercely, Jeff growled at Morley. "What bullshit lies have you been feeding her, Morley? Tell me! What have you been saying to her?"
A flash of worry crossed Sean's features, and then he grew cold once more. Shoving Jeff out of the hotel room door, he spoke abruptly. "Go home Jeff, before I have to hurt you."
Then the door was slammed in his face, leaving Jeff standing alone in the hotel corridor, wondering what lies Lita believed to be the truth. And how he could convince her that Morley and Bischoff were the lies.
And he was the truth.