Title: Face The Music
Author: Lysi a.k.a. Heart2Handgun
Rating: T
Category: Romance, Drama
Pairings: Gabrielle/Chris
Summary: Gabrielle is dating Chris Jericho, but when he turns his attention to taking out John Cena, Gabi makes him promise to her, on their relationship that he'll leave John alone. When he doesn't she leaves him, and goes to Cena to help him, but mostly for herself, to get back at Chris. In a fight for life or death, Gabi uses everything she's learned about Chris over the past 2 years against him, and tries to upstage him at Summerslam.
Disclaimer: I own Gabrielle.. I used to wish I owned Jericho, but not anymore. I do still wish I owned John Cena..
A/N: I hope you guys like this story.. Check out Against the Odds as well. Remember to R&R..
"I heard about your little conversation with Cena after RAW on Monday." I lick my lips and roll my eyes at Chris as I slowly look away from him for a second. He places him hand underneath my chin and turns my head so I'm facing him as I see a slight smirk cross his face. "Oh ya, screw me if I find out, right? You're not backing down, huh? Let's see what you mean by that."
Chris grabs me by my shirt and pins me back against the wall. The throbbing has started on my previously bruised back. "You think this is funny, don't you, Chris? You're only using your power of having a penis to control women, and try to scare them into doing whatever you want them to."
He smiles and shakes his head, as he pulls me off of the wall. A second later, I'm back up against the wall, as I bite my lip so I don't break down right now. "Gabi, Jesus, I don't wanna hear your feminist view bullshit. We may no longer be together, but this thing has escalated to a new level. It seems to be 3 on 2 now." I glare up at him, as my eyes start to gloss from the tears that are fighting to be released. "You're gunna go talk to Cena about knowing our plan," I can feel a red mark starting to surface because of the impact of Chris' hand and my face, "then that makes you a part of his team."
"Then fine. John and I will see you at Summerslam." he shrugs and lets go of my as he starts to walk away before stopping, and turning back to face with a devilish smirk on his face. He slams me back against the wall and then finally walks away.
I slowly slide down the hall, and curl into the fetal position as I let tears flow freely down my cheeks, but I still have my lip pulled in with my teeth so I don't scream.
I close my eyes and make a fist as I hear someone running down the hall. The footsteps get closer and closer, as I hear someone calling out my name, in a pretty panicked voice. I slowly open my eyes and look up to see John crouching next to me. "What happened to you?" I try to push myself off of the ground, as I just give up and fall back to the ground. "Don't tell me it was that asshole, Chris Jericho?" I nod my head a little bit as he starts to stand up to go find him.
I grab his arm so he doesn't leave me in pursuit of Chris. "John, no."
"I'm not letting him do this to you." He helps me sit up, as he leans me back against the wall, while wiping away the tears lingering under my eyes. "You deserve better than this, Gabi."
"Better than living in fear of my ex-boyfriend. I agree with you on that one." he raises his eyebrow, not because he doesn't know Chris and I are over, because I remember telling him that day, but it's because he's dead set on the idea of me going back to Chris. "John, I'm not going back to him, no matter what you or anyone else thinks. Why in the world would I do that to myself again?"
"I don't know, butare you okay? I should help you to the trainers to get your head--"
I shake my head 'no' as John goes to say something. I put my hand up to stop him, instead. "John, I'm okay. I;m actually quite used to this. Piss Chris off, get my ass kicked; its the story of my life."
John extends his hand for me to take, which with a bit of hesistation, I take as he slowly helps me off of the floor. "I'd feel alot better if you came back to my locker room with me, Gabi."
"John, believe me, I'll be fine."
"You're coming to my locker room, and there are no buts about it. I won't chance Chris hurting you again."
"I can take care of myself-- Hell, I have for the past 2 years."
John shakes his head and looks down at me. "Please, you have me to the point of begging. Please come to my lockerroom with me."
"Only if this isn't because I'm fine enough to tell you Chris' plan, or for you to upstage him and beat him at Summerslam. I know you can do that one on your own."
"It's not that. I just have a feeling about what would happen if I leave you out here on your own. And as far as Summerslam, if you wanna help me, fine, but if not, it's cool. I just want you to watch as I kick his punk ass."
Honestly, I can't wait to see that happen.. "Are we going or what lover boy?" John smiles and starts to walk behind me on the way to his lockerroom.
"So, what your telling me, is that asswipe has been doing this to you for a while now?" I look down at the floor and nod my head as I focus on something on John's sneaker. "Gabbs, I am so sorry. This is giving me more reason to kick Y2Jackass' ass at Summerslam."
"John, I don't want you doing this because of me."
"And I'm not." I look back up at him as I suck my lower lip into my mouth, biting on it a little bit. "I've had beef with Jericho for a while, and you're just more reason to finish him off at the PPV. But I am so sorry that you had to go through that, Gabi. You deserve alot better than him."
And I do want to know exactly what John thinks is best for me. "John, I appreciate what you're doing, fighting for me at Summerlsam, but I'm scared." I twist part of my hair as I look past him, staring at the painting on the wall behind him. "Don't get me wrong, I'm really appreciative of this, but you don't have to go through this for me."
"Gabi, I swear I'm not doing this for you... completely.. Jericho started this shit with me, and I'm just finishing it with you in mind."
I slowly stand up from my seat on the couch in John's locker room as I look down at him, before reaching for my purse, with a slight smile crossing my face. "I get that, and I thank you alot for it, but I can take care of myselt."
"I don't doubt it. You're a tough bitch, one of the only people I've ever seen with tits that has put Chyna down. I know you're strong, and he'll tear you down. And that fire that's burning inside of you, that makes you an amazing person, that fire's gunna burn out. Give it time, Gabi. He'll tear you so far down, that he'll get out of you what he wants, and then he'll kick you to the curb. I for one refuse to let it happen to you."
"John, please." I sit back down next to him on the couch, as I take his hand, and stare into his eyes. "I promise you, on my grandfather's grave, that I'll be okay. You have to believe me. I can take what he dishes out to me."
I watch as John slowly shakes his head. "I'm not letting you out of my sight until I take Jericho out at Summerslam."
"Thanks, but no. I'm a 24 year old woman, and I'm capable of taking care of myself." I let go of his hand as I stand up from the couch again, with my purse in my left hand. I turn from John and walk towards the door. I look over my shoulder, back at him,without a smile on my face. "I'll be fine, I priomise." I turn and grab the door knob, before taking a deep breath and turning it to open the door. I step back to open the door, before walking out of the room; the room with the only man who truly cares about me sitting there, worrying about me more than I've seen anyone worry about me.
A/N: So sorry again for the delay. I've been so busy for the past few weeks, mostly with Marching Band, bu t that's just about over now.. so its good. We placed Silver at the Finals, it would have been Gold if we marched :( .. and the weekend before at Pre-Finals Weekend.. we got Silver and Best In Show.. in a show we did march.. Then this past weekend, we sucked big time cuz no one remembered the show..
And I screwed my shoulder up, again, so please don't yell at me for probably thousands of spelling errors.. We'll do like we do in the band newsletter.. if u find a spelling error.. I'll give you a shout out in the next chapter :D
Anyways.. I hope to get this and possibly another chapter up from this story today, and maybe 1 or 2 chapters from Against the odds..
Don't forget to reach and review.
-Lyss (A-Munz)